I rode a dirigible above the top of the Empire State Building, and climbed down onto the top of the skyscraper's antenna. I threw off my shoes, shocks, pants, and underpants. It was a warm summer day and there was a lively breeze that grazed the hair of my balls. A black mask hid my face and an agent in a secret base threw a switch. We were in on it together. Cameras were trained on me, and all of the screens of the world simultaneously broadcast me masturbating from the spire of New York City's landmark. Leaders of the world weighed in, all people were aware. Many condemned me. "Nice dick" thought one woman. "I like his technique" remarked someone else.
Many people started masturbating along to the live footage on their computers and their TVs at home. The dirigible continued to fly over Manhattan, a television screen affixed to each side. The side facing away from me broadcasted me masturbating while the side facing towards me broadcasted a live feed of women flashing their tits at a camera in support of me with their phone numbers showing on the screen. I wondered how that might affect their reputations. After reaching orgasm, the breeze blew my cum away. Did it land to the ground? I may never know. I jumped off the top of the building and into a bed of feathers in an open getaway plane. Mission accomplished. Who was that masked masturbator?
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