The Masturbational

I like to jerk off in truck stop bathrooms because there's a raw, primal thrill to it. It's the cacophony of sounds that creates a backdrop of anonymous masculinity. I'll lock myself in a stall, the air thick with the smell of cheap disinfectant and faint piss, and pull up some rough porn on my phone. The risk is part of the rush, and the possibility of someone walking in. The sound of another man grunting in the stall next to me fuels the urgency. I'll spit in my hand and work my cock fast and hard, trying to finish before the next person comes in to wash their hands. It's a dirty secret that makes me feel connected while getting my rocks off.