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Discreetly slipping into the public toilet, I find an unoccupied stall, my heart pounding with anticipation. The cold, hard tile underfoot and the faint scent of disinfectant only heighten my excitement. I lock the door, the click echoing in the empty room. Unfastening my jeans, I release my throbbing cock, feeling the cool air against my bare skin. I stroke slowly, the sound of my hand moving up and down the shaft filling the stall. I imagine the risk of being caught, the thrill of someone walking in, the danger of being discovered. My breath hitches as I pick up the pace, my grip tightening. The pleasure builds, my body tensing, and with a final, shuddering stroke, I come undone, my release painting the wall in front of me.