“What did I just do? Jesus fucking christ I’m so fucking fucked. How could I be so stupid? How could I be so terrible? Any moment now a police car is going to stop right next to me and it’s over. My life will be over.” It takes all I have for me to keep these thoughts from coming out of me. The rain is falling heavy, I’m completely drenched, yet my bloody cock is still stuck to the fabric of my jeans. With every step causing a terrifying pinching pain, which seems to reanimate it all over again. At least I hope that’s what it is or I have no other satisfactory explanation for why my dick is still hard an hour after the fact with all the guilt and shame and terror weighing me down.
The train station is in sight. Can I run without putting the biggest bulge I’ve ever had on display? I have to stop pushing it down, it’s drawing too much attention. “Fuck it. I have to pick up the pace.” As I get ready to run Lizzie flashes in front of my eyes.