I Fantasize as He Walks Out

I fantasize about lying curled up on the slightly sticky tile floor of a men's restroom. Stall. I'm wearing dark leather pants, a dirty cotton t-shirt and I have brown eyes and dark messy soft brown hair. It’s at a rest stop somewhere Southern, the air is humid and smells of piss and pollen and cut grass. I'm waiting for a man to come in, tall and muscular in a wiry sort of way, much older than me. He pushes me into a stall, wordlessly unzips and I suck him off. His cock is thick and uncircumcised with an oval head. He comes in my mouth with his fist gripping my hair, I imagine it being the texture of cheap hand soap, thick and faintly oily/slimy, and I swallow it of course. He pushes me roughly to the side and pisses into the toilet, a few drops splashing back on my t-shirt. He zips up, walks out of the stall, kicking my legs as he walks out.