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The urinal becomes his stage, the audience of silent porcelain stalls his only companions. His cock twitches, engorging further as he imagines the eyes watching from the shadows. He leans back, gripping the cool metal bar for support, his legs trembling as he continues to empty his bladder. The flow slows to a dribble, but his hand keeps moving, his pleasure building, until finally, he releases a thick, creamy rope of cum onto the floor, leaving his mark on the public space.