Getting off.

Maybe he was just really unlucky, but somehow the next subway stop was really crowded, and about forty people got on the train. Caleb was mortified to be crammed into such a small space with so many people with a still fully hard boner and cum dripping down his face and hair. One woman standing nearby smirked at him and joked, "That kind of day, huh? Been there." Maybe she could relate. Most people did their best to ignore him. An old lady leaning on her cane and grabbing the stability bar stared at his crotch and glared.

If he was honest, Caleb might admit he found the public humiliation every bit as thrilling as as it was embarrassing. By this point he was standing near the door, waiting for the next stop and hoping to get off the train before he creamed his own jeans. A stranger bumped into him as the subway slowed suddenly. He couldn't see who it was, but someone else copped a feel of his ass in his tight jeans. He felt like he was going to explode.

Finally the doors opened and Caleb squeezed out of the train. Every step he took, his stiff rod rubbed against the fabric of his skinny jeans. The friction was intoxicating. Home was only a couple of blocks away, but he could cut through the park nearby and get there faster. Technically, this late at night the park was closed, but the city had more important things to worry about than keeping people out at night.

He turned down the walk through some trees and a picnic table. Halfway there, he was in agony from the tight squeeze of his pants against his raging hardon. He had to get off. Glancing around, Caleb saw that he was alone, and he stepped off the path into a grove of trees. Leaning against a tree trunk he unzipped his pants and freed his fat dick. It seemed harder than he'd ever been, like the blood coursing to his dick was stretching it longer and fatter.

His cock was so sensitive it was starting to get sore, but Caleb was too horny to care. His mind raced with thoughts of his encounter on the subway and images from the mysterious book he'd found in the library. Drawings of Min and Priapus and their absurdly huge cocks, the rippling muscles of Chaquén... He thought of what it would be like to worship at the altar of such a deity, to spend one's life fucking and sucking in the service of a god of sex. The smell of cum and sweat saturated the air around him, and Caleb was totally, unyieldingly, unsurpassingly fixated on his swollen, veiny cock. He began humping the air involuntarily, rutting like a dog in heat and moaning loudly. With every breath he seemed to be pulled into new heights of bliss.

His cock was dripping with precum, and in the empty park the slick slapping of his flesh as he stroked echoed through the night. He shoved a finger up his tight asshole and moaned lewdly. Finally, Caleb came. Thick white ropes of cum shot out from his beefy prick, splatting onto the ground ten feet away. He came hard, and the sheer volume of semen was remarkable. Fifteen or sixteen full squirts before he finally started a slow ooze as his orgasm tapered off.

Caleb dropped to his knees. God. That was amazing.

Realizing he had just slung his seed all over the ground, Caleb began to laugh, thinking of the fertility ritual for Min. He didn't really believe in gods, but if he did, this would have been a pretty substantial offering. Still breathing hard, he whispered in a half laugh, "Min. If you're out there. This one's for you."

Caleb got up from the ground and licked the sperm off his hand before tucking his softening cock back into his jeans.

He headed back to his apartment building, showered, and fell into bed totally exhausted.