The fantasy is racing through my head as I sit and pump my fist
up and down on my shaft, trying to be as quiet as possible so as
to not arouse suspicion as to what I'm really doing in here. It's
a busy restroom and I hear the door open and close several times as other employee's come in to use the bathroom for it's designed purpose. With someone now locked into the stall next to mine I slow my stroking and study the tip of my cock. The head is a deep purple and reflecting the dull overhead light in it's shiny surface. Several veins are visible and the large one on the underside is bulging and pulsing. I grasp the base tighly and all the skin on my rod tightens as it seems to grow a half inch longer and the same in width. I release the base and cup my balls, giving them a squeeze as my mind settles back into the collage in my hand and I go back into my fantasy room...

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Put me on wheels and I'll turn tricks.

Clever? Nah, I ran out of that years ago. But if you find this, let me know, k?
"The road goes ever on..." ~ Tolkien

In memory of my friend skip...
Go then, there are other worlds than these