City Boy - Revenge Blowjob Gone Wild

I had just finished draining my cock down this guy's throat and the post-nut guilt struck me like a freight train. I quickly yanked up my boxers, nearly tripping over my shorts as I pulled them up second as I was trying to walk fast, but it turned into a sprint as soon as I turned onto a trail I recognized. I ran twenty two blocks back to my parents apartment on the Upper West Side. As soon as I got in, I stripped off and hopped in the shower where I was hoping I could wash off the guilt, the shame, the slobber from…the guy that just sucked my dick in the Ramble of Central Park.

I told myself all kinds of things in that shower:

“I’m not gay, he sucked my dick.”

“It was a one time thing, I’ll never do it again.”

“It was an experiment, all guys experiment.”

“Now that I’ve done it, I know for sure that I’m straight.”

“It wasn’t that good.”

So many lies that safely protected my ego, keeping me from completely spiraling down the drain the way the water was in the shower. Thankfully my building has a massive boiler because I was in the shower, with the water just under skin-melting hot, long enough to drain the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir before I felt clean enough to get out and go about my life.

I kept my dick locked up tight for a few months, all through the spring and summer. I started dating a girl as soon as possible. The daughter of my mothers best friend, a cute girl she had hoped I would “end up with,” named Courtney. To be honest, Courtney was great. She was cute, came from a wealthier family than I do, wicked smart, was going to NYU where I was going to Columbia so we had our space but were able to see each other on weekends and other social situations where people expect you to have your significant other.

We didn’t take it slow either, I needed to prove to myself that I am straight. So the first chance I had, I was between her legs proving my heterosexuality. It was…fine. She was my first, and from what I’ve heard everyone’s first time is at best “fine.” So I wasn’t too worried. The more we had the sex, the better I think we got at it. In time, we were really good at it. 

We had been together all of freshman year and everything seemed to be going well. Her parents paid for her and her best friend Cari to spend the summer touring Europe, leaving me in NYC to work in the mail room at the company my father is an executive at. Nepotism is great when you need a job just for the summer that pays better than fast food.

In the summer of 2005 international calling was still expensive. I was able to use the office phones to make international calls without it coming out of my pocket, but it didn’t allow for more than a few minutes here or there to talk. Especially since Courtney and Carri were always on their way out when I would call the hotel they would be staying at. The time difference was a bit brutal, but we were making it work. Or so I thought.

“Courtney changed her relationship status to ITS COMPLICATED.” I must have read that message a million times before logging out of Facebook to deliver mail. What the fuck does that mean?

Ten minutes later my Motorola Razr buzzed in my pocket. A text from one of my best new friends from Columbia came in.

Mark: Did you and Courtney split up?

Me: No

Mark: Does she know that?

Me: I’m not sure. Meetup after work?

Mark: Yeah, za at 7!

Mark was a NYC local going to Columbia, also living with his parents on the UWS, he was a little higher up than me so we would often meet up at a pizza place about ten blocks south of the University, which was only about eight blocks from where my parents condo is. I had been going to this place for as long as I can remember, so when the owner was working and his wife wasn’t, he’d let me and Mark buy a pitcher of beer with our pizza, always telling us, “if the misses comes down, you tell her it’s ginger ale.” Then we’d tip him an extra $10. I might be 19 but I looked like I could pass for 15 if you wanted to believe I had gone through puberty. There was no chance I’d pass for 21. Mark’s mom was Italian and his dad Moroccan, so he could pass for 21 before he was able to stay out after the street lights came on.

“Dude?” Mark’s hands went up like he was doing the “Y” in “YMCA.”

I took a seat across from him, shaking my head, “I don’t know.”

“Did she say anything?”

“Nope, I literally talked to her for a few minutes this morning. She and Carri were going out, she was a bit dodgy with where they were going and with who, but I thought everything was good.” I poured myself a beer, drinking it fast and pouring another.

“I can’t believe it, do you think she met someone out there?”

I shrugged.

“Do you think she cheated on you?” His eyes went huge.

I shrugged again, shaking my head, taking a bite of the pizza already waiting for me.

Mark rubbed his face, “I mean, I guess…different area codes right?”

I tilted my head to one side, still chewing my pizza, giving him an “are you serious?” look.

His hands went up again, “I’m just saying, she’s young and hot, so is Carri, I wouldn’t blame some Euro-trash for laying some pipe on some summer hotties.”

I shook my head, washing my scolding hot pizza down with the rest of my beer. I could always count on Mark to carry a conversation both asking the questions and answering them.

“You know what, fuck her,” He shook his head, putting his elbows up on the back of the booth, casually leaning back.

I scoffed.

“You remember that guy…” he started snapping his fingers at me, “something the third.”

“William C. Jensen the third,” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, Willy Jensen, his daddy put him up in a penthouse not far from Lincoln Center for the summer. I want to say it’s his dad’s most recent wife’s dead husband or something like that, nonetheless,” he stuck his pinky up and put it by the corner of his mouth, “Mr. Jensen the third is having a party tonight, celebrating being a pansy assed daddies boy for the last 20 years, we should go crash the party and find you a reason to set your relationship status to complicated,” he put the word in finger quotes.

“I don’t know man,” I would rather just go eat a bunch of junk food and play GTA until I pass out.

“Fuck that,” he punctuated each word harshly. “We’re going out, we’ll let people upload pics of you having fun without Courtney and when she gets up in the morning she’ll change her status back or at least apologize for slobbing some other dudes nob without cutting you free first.”

Those words stung, the image in my head of her sucking some other guys dick was hard to shake off. I just picture those lips licking the tip of a massive cock, tasting his precum instead of mine, of course his dick had to be bigger than mine right?

“We doing this or what?” Mark interrupted the porn going on in my head.

“You know what, fuck it, lets do it,” I chugged my glass of beer.

“Fuck yeah, you go home and change, you cant wear…any of that,” his face scrunched at my work polo and khakis.

I laughed, “fair enough.”

He poured me the last of the beer in the pitcher, “drink up, I know how shy you get at parties, you need to be loose tonight.”

We went back to my place and I took a quick shower, feeling a bit tipsy. I took extra time to wash my dick, balls, up, down and around my ass crack, even dipping a finger into my hole which kinda made me horny until Mark knocked on the door.

“Stop jerking off and get out here, save it for some lucky mouth tonight!” He shouted through the door.

I toweled off, wrapped it around my waist and opened the door to find Mark on the other side grinning at me.

“I picked out the only clothes you have that don’t make you look like you’re retired and living in Florida. Hopefully they say ‘suck my dick’ instead of ‘look at my 401k’,” he grinned.

He picked out a pair of red briefs with white piping tracing the seams that Courtney made me wear when we went to a 70’s theme party last fall. I held them up, cocking me head to the side as if to say, “really?”

“Yeah man, you need to look sexy, not like you’re homeless, which by the way is what those rags you call boxers says about you.” He crossed his arms, watching to be sure I put them on.

I slipped them on under my towel, I was pretty comfortable changing in the locker room, but this seemed a little too intimate just the two of us for me to be dick out with him. I’ll admit I did like the way they accented my package, and they were way more comfortable than I remember. I tossed the towel to the side and pulled up the low cut black v-neck t-shirt that also accented my skinny muscles in a way that made me feel sexy. The bootcut distressed black jeans were slightly low cut, so when the shirt would ride up the red briefs with the white waistband would practically glow on my body. “Are you sure about this?”

“Trust me, you are rocking that purposefully disheveled look,” Mark nodded his head.

“And the red briefs?” I questioned again, eyebrows up.

“Nobody cares that they are briefs, and yeah, you are already standing with a more sexual pose wearing them, it forces you to exude a sexual awareness that you otherwise don’t have,” he explained.

I shrugged, “and you’re wearing that?” I gestured vaguely at his outfit.

“I can wear a trashbag and exude sexual confidence, don’t you worry about me,” he rolled up the sleeves on his t-shirt and raked his fingers through his thick hair.

We walked the twenty-two blocks to Jensen’s building where we had no trouble getting in. Most of the people there were between 18 and 24, and I didn’t know 99% of them. My buzz wearing off I was feeling very out of my element. Mark did his best to introduce me to a few people, most of them women. The ones that knew of me would ask, “oh, how's Courtney?” Which would let all the other girls know I was in a relationship, effectively killing my chances with any of them without looking like a cheating d-bag.

Sometime around midnight I was pretty drunk and realized I hadn’t spoken to anyone in probably twenty minutes. I took a lap around the penthouse to see if Mark was still around.

“I think he and that girl Andrea went into the guest room together about ten minutes ago,” one of the guys said.

I just shrugged, text Mark, “I’m going home.” After about five minutes with no response I left.

This condo was just a few blocks north of Columbus Circle, I thought about jumping on the train but since it was nice I decided to walk up Central Park West.

It didn’t take long on my walk to start thinking about Courtney and what a cheating whore she is. Also, fuck Mark, he got it in my head I was going to get to take part in some revenge sex tonight, instead I have to go home and jerk off. As each block passed I was getting more and more frustrated with everything. I have a bad habit of overthinking things or locking thoughts and emotions out completely, rarely do I deal with these kinds of extreme emotions in a healthy way.

A few more blocks and I saw the building John Lenon was shot in front of, which reminded me that that park entrance led to Strawberry Fields, which was a short walk until you hit the Ramble. I swallowed hard. I could go get a revenge blowjob in the Ramble, I nodded my head to my drunken thoughts. Without giving it a second thought I was already walking the path which was dimly lit from old lamps and the light pollution from the city.

My heart would start pounding every time a guy would walk by me, thinking he might be the one who’s going to drain my balls tonight.

Fuck, what am I doing? I’m not doing this, it’s stupid, I started to think. I’ll just finish this path until I hit the next exit back to Central Park West and go home.

As the path started to curve back west I knew I was coming up on the fork where you could exit the park or turn off and head into the paths that make up the Ramble. Maybe I’ll just do a quick look, there’s a good chance there’s nobody even here, I lied to myself as I watched a guy who looked to be in his 30’s strutting from the street, crossing the path and heading straight into the trails without giving me a second look.

That kinda offended me, am I not sexy enough for a fag to look at? I know I’m wearing all black, but my pale white skin glows in the moonlight, he should’ve noticed my head and arms. I stopped, realizing in my frustration with a guy I don’t even know I had walked straight up the path to follow him. Fuck, this is dumb, I reminded myself. Whelp, now I’m in it. I've walked these trails in the daytime enough to know which ones will circle back to where I need to exit the park, I can just…

“Unnnghhhh,” a loud sexual moan cried out from deep in the darkness.

I paused, spinning around, looking for the moan that resonated deep in my balls for some reason. Biting my lower lip, I tried to think, where would that have come from?

“Unnnghhh,” it cried out again, my balls twitched.

I know exactly where that is. I started walking further up the path, remembering the first time I was drunk in the Ramble and letting some random guy suck me off. I found him between some boulders off a path closer to the water. The same spot I had found a few days earlier after a fight with my parents when I took a walk to clear my head and found a bunch of tissues and used condoms laying on the ground.

“Unnnghhh,” echoed louder now. Followed by an audible, “shhh, bitch, I’m close,” from a much deeper voice.

I crawled onto the boulder and peered over. My eyes are struggling to adjust. I saw a tall skinny black guy with a shaved head fucking the shit out of an older, huskier white guy. Both of them almost fully clothed, shorts down just enough to let their privates touch.

“Ungh, fuuuuck,” the black guy groaned, slamming his hips into the white guy hard and holding it there for a second. Then he quickly pulled out, pulled a condom off his dick and tossed it into the bushes, tucking his dick back into his shorts as he walked away.

The sight had my dick brick hard. They were both ugly, so I didn’t want them to see me, but the sight of two guys fucking definitely turned me on. I was too drunk to try and reason away my attraction as a “I’m just horny” type of thing like I had after my last gay blowjob.

I quietly got off the boulder and walked up the trail. When it came to an intersection that takes you back West towards the street or North East and deeper into the Ramble I stood thinking about it. When I heard footsteps coming up behind me my heart nearly jumped into my throat and I turned around quickly to see a skinny hispanic looking guy, maybe a few inches taller than me and I’m 5’8”. He stopped a few feet from me, looked around and then nodded to me. I don’t know the code for these things, but I could tell he was excited to see me, him slipping his hand into his shorts was a pretty obvious sign, but his face had a bit of glee as well.

When he started walking past me and up the trail that goes deeper into the Ramble, I almost thought he might not be interested, until he turned back to see if I was following him. Then I knew, if I wanted to get my revenge blowjob, I needed to follow this guy. I was less nervous than the first time I did this, at least this guy looked to be around my age and by all standards a good looking guy.

He quickly disappeared into the brush off the beaten path. I took a quick look behind me and ahead on the trail to be sure no one else was there and ducked into the brush with him. The spot was shockingly concealed even though it was only feet from the main trail.

He quickly reached a hand out to grope the front of my jeans. I was hard instantly. I didn’t want to drag this out so I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down my zipper and spread the fly so he could access my cock. Dang, last time he was able to pull my dick through the fly of my boxers, but since I’m wearing briefs there’s no way he’s going to pull my thick 6” dick out the tight fly, I shook my head thinking about how Mark fucked me over for this one.

My new friend seemed to be familiar with the situation though, he quickly started pulling my jeans down my hips to my thighs, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him and bending at the knee so his crotch could grind against mine. I had never felt another guy’s dick before and feeling it through his shorts and my underwear was…hot, no…gay, super gay, I started to push him away but he grabbed my ass tighter and humped slowly up my crotch from my balls to my stomach with his tenting shorts and it sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

“Mmm, yeah, you’re so sexy,” he whispered, making me feel a little better about this.

Taking one hand off my ass he quickly yanked his shorts and boxers down his hips and they fell down to his ankles easily, his big dick had a massive head on it. The helmet was narrow at the tip and flared out like a squid to an impressive cock that must have been at least 7”. His hand came back to my ass, slipping into the back of my briefs and palming my right butt cheek, he let out a soft moan, “yeah, fuck yeah,” he whispered, squeezing and pulling at my ass cheeks.

All I wanted was a blowjob but he was feeling up my entire body, which felt really good but felt a little more gay than I wanted to feel…ever. I tried to grab at my pants to pull them back up but his hand that wasn’t in my underwear came around and pushed them down even further.

“Not yet,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss me and I dodged it but he managed to catch my neck. Sucking hard it felt fucking amazing and I let out a soft moan. His hand in my briefs squeezed my ass as his other hand came up my back, pulling up my shirt so he could feel my tight body. “Mmm, fuck you’re sexy,” he moaned on my neck, then one of his fingers slipped into my crack and across my hole.

“Woah,” I felt a shiver rush through my body, my eyes shot open and I instinctively pushed him away hard. “I’m not like that,” I said in a hushed but stern way.

“Ok, ok,” he nodded and came back over to me, putting a hand gently on the back of my neck, “you want to blow me baby?”

I was pretty drunk but I managed to maneuver my torso dramatically and got out from the pull of his hand. “Nah man, I don’t do that, I’m not…I don't…” I struggled to find an inoffensive way to tell him I’m not gay like him.

He chuckled, nodding like he understood.

I started to pull my pants back up and turn to walk away but he grabbed my hips and let his long arms snake around my torso, pulling my body tight to his, his hard cock grinding against my ass, he quickly started sucking on my neck again. I let out a soft moan, the pleasure was intense, way more intense than a makeout session with Courtney.

Both of his hands slid slowly down my abs into the waistband of my underwear, avoiding my cock but forming a diamond around my junk, his fingers hooking my inner thighs and pulling me back into his grinding on my ass.

“Mmm, you’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned into my neck. “You sure you don’t want this?” He grinds his dick between my ass cheeks so he was sliding perfectly up and down touching my ass in a way I didn’t know could give you pleasure even with my underwear still on.

“I’m…mmm…” he nibbled my ear, “I’m not gay dude,” I groaned as his hands gripped me tighter, almost lifting me off the ground as he dry humped me.

“Fuck, me neither man, I’m so horny though, I need some ass,” His cock slid further down and went between my legs, brushing my balls through the fabric of the red briefs shooting a pleasure lightning bolt into my groin. He pulled my briefs halfway down my thighs, my cock sprang free and he grabbed it with one hand, pulling me tight to him with the other hand. His fist started sliding up and down with a tight, manly grip, while his cock started sliding up and down my ass crack, his skin feeling so warm and soft against mine.

“Mmm, fuck,” I groaned under his touch.

His fist started pumping faster on my cock, “fuck babe…bro you need to get off too, you’re so hard, you need this don’t you?” He groaned in my ear, kissing my neck and humping into me.

I couldn’t say anything, I was lost in the moment.

“Let me give you what you need bro, don’t bitch out on me,” he practically begged, thrusting his cock up and down my crack again, the sliding over my hole was such an intense feeling.

“Mmm fuck, I can’t,” I told him, angling my head far to the right so he could suck on my neck with ease of access.

His hand came up to his mouth and he spit licked it, then dropped it quickly to my ass, landing right on my hole.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned in shock, accidentally arching my ass into his hand. I had never been touched here before, holy fuck it felt good. It was so gross that he was using his saliva on my hole, but the amazing pleasure made it easy for me to ignore that detail.

“Yeah man, you like it don’t you?” He groaned in my ear, wetting his hand some more and bringing it back to my ass hole.

“Oh fuck, it’s so…but…I uh….mmmm,” I mumbled incoherently, letting his fingers have unrestricted access to my hole.

He wet his hand again and this time slipped a finger into my hole, straight to the knuckle.

Instinctively I tried to buck him off me, but his grip on my cock held me tight to him, “Ahh…shit man, that doesn’t feel good,” I groaned and weakly pushed on his hand, trying to pull it from my ass.

“Shhh shhh, it’s ok, gotta loosen you up first,” he said and started stroking my dick again.

The stroking of my dick somehow negated the sting from his finger inside me, making it more like a tickle that matched the pleasure of him stroking me. Ok, I could handle this. Then a second finger snuck in with the first, “Unh…wait, ungh…nah man,” I bucked.

“Shh, man, your ass is so tight, it’s practically pinching my fingers off,” He whispered in my ear.

“I’ve never had anything in there,” I told him, through clenched teeth, my hand lamely pushing on his arm trying to pull his fingers out of my ass.

“Oh shit, you’re a virgin?” He asked.

I took quick offense, “no, I’m not. I’ve never done this though,” I told him, punctuating the words with my sphincter on his fingers.

His voice got lower, almost a growl, “Oh yeah, you going to give me that virgin hole?” His fingers were wiggling in my ass, stretching me a little.

“No man, I’m not a fag,” I said louder than I wanted to, feeling a little offended that he thought I would let him fuck me.

“I didn’t say you were, but I need to fuck a tight hole and your virgin hole is as tight as they get,” he kissed my neck again, slowly jerking my softening cock.

The mixture of pleasure from his jerking my dick, kissing my neck, the fingers in my hole which was now feeling more accommodating and not in pain…it was all so much. His aggressive need for my body was also turning me on, I had never felt so wanted in my life.

He pulled his fingers from my hole, spitting on them again, then again, then letting some saliva drool onto my crack with impressive accuracy and I felt his slick cock sliding gently over my hole. “You going to let me pop your cherry?” He asked in a sensual voice as he was feeling for the center of my hole and started to push in the instant he locked on. The head popped in quickly and with a lot of pain.

“Ahhh, fuck,” I started to shout, he covered my mouth with the hand that was holding my cock. His other hand slid around my waist and held onto me tightly. “Mmmffffffkkkk,” I mumbled under his hand.

His cock gently pushed deeper into my hole as he whispered in my ear, “that’s it man, give me that ass, just relax into it and I promise it will feel good for both of us,” he kept pulling me into his cock until about half his dick was inside my no longer virgin hole. He took his hand off my mouth now that he was done pushing.

I clenched my teeth and tried to take in a breath, “fuck man, I can’t do this, this is…too much,” I groaned.

“Yes you can,” he whispered and started stroking my dick. “I’m already inside you, you’re already doing it man, just let me get a few strokes in and I’ll pull out.”

He gently pulled back and pushed in, holding my hips tight with both his hands.

“Ah fuck, no…ahhh, it’s too much man, you gotta pull it out,” I groaned, blinded by the searing pain it caused.

He kept his gentle rhythm in and out, in a little deeper, out until the tip is all that's left, in a little deeper, groaning in my ear with each thrust, curling his body into mine.

“Wait, ungh…fuck, wait, do you umm, do you have a condom?” I whispered, no longer struggling to push him off me.

“Nah, I don’t have one,” he thrust up into me again.

“Ungh…we need one,” I grunted, feeling every inch of his cock stretching my hole in the best way possible.

He pushed up into me two more times before saying anything, “fuck, ok, do you have a condom?” He thrust deeper inside me.

“Unh, ah, fuck, I think…maybe in my wallet,” I said, my brain so melted from all the alcohol and the intense pleasure he was now giving me.

He thrust once again, then again, sighing he slowly pulled out, still holding my hips, the unspoken words of what I was expected to do lingering in the air as I bent over and dug through the pockets of my pants to find my wallet, unsure if I even still had that old condom in my wallet. Pulling an unbranded condom from my wallet that was given out to all the freshmen last fall, I handed it to him. 

He struggled to get it open, I watched over my shoulder as he struggled to roll it down his dick, then flipped it over and with a few tugs was able to roll it down his cock.

“You don’t have lube?” He smiled at me.

I chuckled, “I was lucky to have the condom,” and shrugged.

He spit into his hand and rubbed it on the condom, I turned away, the thought of his spit on his dick about to enter my body grossed me out so I tried to pretend it wasn’t happening so I could continue to enjoy this experience. I felt his cock line up with my hole and he pushed. My hole didn’t immediately give in, he just pulled my hips until the head popped in.

“Ah, shit,” I grunted, feeling that sting again, less this time than before.

“Mmm, yeah, fuck you’re tight,” he mumbled, pulling my hips until his entire cock bottomed out in my ass.

He pulled most of the way out, slamming back into me and I let out a yelp.

“Shhh, I’m just opening your ass up,” he whispered.

Gently pulling out and pushing all the way back in. He was quickly developing a nice rhythm again.

“Oh my God, you feel so good,” he groaned in my ear, curling his body up into mine. “Jerk yourself off baby,” he whispered in my ear, “get your nut before I get mine,” he groaned.

I did as I was told, furiously jerking my dick, letting his pegging of my prostate quickly take me from zero to one hundred. My ass clenching on his cock with every thrust, forcing him to work to push back in every time he pulled back.

“Mmm baby, you're so tight, I’m getting close,” he warned.

I started pumping harder on my dick. I could feel my own orgasm building deep inside me, almost like it was the first real orgasm I had ever had, like I knew it was going to be good if I just kept doing what I was doing. So I pumped my dick, rocking my ass to meet his thrusts, getting as much pleasure from getting fucked…by a man, that I could get. It felt so good, I thought I might pass out from the blood rushing through my body.

He suddenly pulled out and I heard him jerking his dick, “I’m about to nut,” he said, stroking his dick the head running up and down my crack as he did.

“Me too,” I had one hand on his hips pulling him closer to me as my other hand stroked my cock to the edge.

He stroked himself a little more, then I felt the tip rubbing on my hole, “Mmm,” we both moaned. I needed a little more cock in me, and as if he could read my mind he pushed the head back into my hole.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, stroking faster, flexing my hole on the head of his cock. “I’m gonna cum,” I warned, pushing my ass back onto his dick until a couple inches were inside me.

“Me too,” he warned, no longer stroking his dick put fucking just a couple of inches into me, just enough inches to push on my prostate until my ass clamped down on him and I felt my balls tighten.

“Oh fuck…ungh, fuck,” I clenched my ass, my insides spasmed around his cock, he thrust harder to push into me.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, ungh,” he thrust a bunch of deep, hard thrust, “I’m cumming,” he groaned.

I felt his dick slide easily inside me and it pushed me over the edge, “ungh, mmm,” I gasped as the most intense orgasm of my life shot out of my cock, spurt after spurt of hot cum landing on the ground in front of me as his cock twitched inside me and he pulled me tight, hugging me at the waist as he gently pulled back and pushed in that last inch of his cock.

“Fuck, oh…shit,” he groaned in my ear, his dick still spasming inside me.

I felt my legs shaking and my ass twitching on his cock as I tried to take a deep breath, the last of my cum drooling out of my dick.

“Fuck that felt good,” he whispered, his hands sliding down to my crotch, forming a diamond around my cock and balls again, his fingers gripping under my thighs and pulled me tight for one last gentle thrust which did not feel so good and a switch inside me flipped on, all of my senses coming back to me in a post-nut clarity. I tried to not freak out, put I took a step forward and felt his cock fall from my ass, some of his cum started leaking down my leg.

I reached back to check that I wasn’t bleeding and smelled it, it was definitely cum, “shit, did you cum in me?” I spun around to see his bare cock glistening in the moonlight.

“Uh…yeah,” he pulled a napkin from his pocket and started to dry his dick. “Is that ok?”

Panic was going through me, “no that’s not ok,” I stage whispered, “I gave you a condom.”

He chuckled, “bro that fucking thing broke after about a minute, I pulled it off when I pulled out to tell you I was about to nut.” He handed me a clean napkin to wipe myself up with. “I wasn’t gonna nut in you, but you pushed your ass back on me and,” he shrugged grinning at me, “I couldn’t stop it.”

Fuck, did I did that? I definitely did push back on his dick, but…”You could’ve warned me you took the condom off.” I tossed the dirty napkin on the ground and pulled up the red briefs, adjusting my still semi-hard dick to fit back in.

He shook his head, “bro your ass was too good, I couldn’t think straight, I thought you wanted it,” he pulled up his shorts, his semi-hard cock still forming a prominent bulge. “You’ll be ok man, you’re not gonna get pregnant,” he reassured.

I smiled at that thought, zipping my jeans and nodding my head. We didn’t say anything until we were back on the street. It was weird, walking out of the park I felt like a different person. As we got onto Central Park West and the sounds and lights of the city washed back over us. I got my first real good look at him. He was maybe 24 or 25, his thick dark hair was wavy, falling into his eyes. He had a nice smile.

“I don’t suppose you want to try this again sometime?” He asked.

I was grossed out by the entire thing, also really turned on by the entire thing, “I’m not gay,” I crossed my arms.

“That’s cool, take my number though, you know…in case your just horny and feel like doing this again.”

I took out my phone and took his number, putting him in my phone as “Javi Ramble.” I walked home slowly, unsure if the moisture I was feeling in my ass cheeks was his cum leaking out or what, but I knew I needed a shower. It wasn’t the revenge blowjob I was expecting, but I had completely forgotten about Courtney for the night.