Chad glanced at the urinals, there were a half dozen men lined up, then down at his crotch. It looked pretty normal with clothing covering it, but he knew it was just a smooth blue rubber mound underneath. Still his bladder was full. He headed toward the stalls. The first few were occupied. He took the last stall. He locked it. Pulled down his pants and sat down. He hoped he could pee.
As sat there, Chad realized there were only two people he could phone: Rick and Rod. Everyone else thought he was dead. He had been missing for years. The authorities would want him examined by doctors. If they saw his blue rubber crotch, they would keep him for research. He might never get his manhood back. He wasn't really sure about whether Rick and Rod would deliver either. They probably had emailed each other, and Rod probably had the correspondence stores on his computer. Why hadn't Chad searched for those files when he woke up? Duh, he was disoriented, hungry and confused. After eating he was thinking more clearly.
Chad saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A big floppy dick was waggling through a hole in the stall wall. Great he picked the stall with the glory hole. He licked his lips as he vaguely remembered all the hundreds of cocks he had swallowed at the frat house over the years as Rod's sex doll. He looked at the cock waggling enticingly.