Mohamed, an Arab man in his late twenties, was driving home from a long day at work. His mind was filled with thoughts of release and relaxation. As he drove down the dark, empty streets, he spotted a secluded parking lot behind a closed convenience store. On a whim, Rami decided to pull into the lot and indulge in a little self-love. He had always been attracted to the thrill of public sex, the danger of getting caught adding to the excitement. He parked his car in the shadows, reclined his seat, and closed his eyes. Rami's hand drifted down to his crotch, feeling the growing bulge in his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard cock from its confines. He began to stroke himself slowly, savoring the sensation of his own touch. As he continued to pleasure himself, Rami's mind began to wander. He imagined himself with a partner, a beautiful man with dark hair and eyes like his own. He pictured him sitting on his lap, his legs spread wide as he thrust into him. Rami's hand moved faster, matching the rhythm of his imagined thrusts. He could feel the familiar tightening in his balls, the sensation building deep within him. With a groan, he came hard, his cum spilling over his fingers and onto his chest. Panting and satisfied, Rami cleaned himself up and started the car. As he drove home, he couldn't help but smile at the memory of his secret encounter. He knew it was wrong, but the thrill of it all was just too irresistible to resist.