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The Ohio rest stop's grimy walls close in as I unzip, the cool air hitting my throbbing member. I'm past caring about the filth, my focus solely on the impending release. The first gush is a relief, but as it picks up pace, I'm unable to suppress my moans. Outside, strangers gather, their muffled voices and soft footsteps a stark contrast to the symphony of my relief. I grind against the stall wall, the pleasure building, my cock pulsing as I reach my peak, panting and spent, my piss-soaked jeans a testament to my public indulgence.