Dmitri brought my precum-slick finger to his tongue and wrapped it hungrily around the digit. His eyes were half-lidded with lust. I tried not to meet his gaze. Something about it felt wrong as sunlight glinted off the wedding ring on the hand and forearm I kept propped on the window ledge. I stared hard at the alley wall instead. My cock throbbed thick and heavy while Dmitri tongued and jerked me with slow, deliberate strokes.An hour earlier I had left the Autograph hotel in FiDi and started running toward the Hudson. It was a glorious afternoon. My sales meeting had been canceled, leaving me with an almost free day in the city. I had flown in from LA two days earlier for a string of critical meetings with coworkers, but last night’s drinks had left my head thick and foggy. A run felt like the perfect cure.I changed into my running shorts, orange Hokas, and a thin tee that was off my body three miles in once the humidity hit. Shirtless and drenched, I soaked up the longer than usual glances from women and yeah, from guys too. My fuzzy, fit twenty nine year old frame, pink nipples, and dark treasure trail all glistened with sweat and drew furtive looks and a few brazen stares. The musk rolling off me was heavy. Testosterone, adrenaline, and last night’s whiskey leaked through my pores.I am straight. I have always been straight. Sure, I have let a handful of gay friends take advantage and service me over the years when I was single, but I have never initiated anything while in a relationship. Things with Megan had grown stale. This trip felt like a brief window of freedom. I figured I would let the city decide who approached me.Spotify kept the pace and the looks kept my ego stroked. Suddenly I was seven miles out. My knee had started twinging again and I was absolutely drenched. Sweat poured down my chest, back, and legs. I felt disgusting but also strangely sexy. The way people stared made me feel powerful and desired. My cock had been half hard for the last two miles. I wanted to get back to the hotel, strip down, and either rub one out in the shower or open an app and see who was nearby.Running all the way back was stupid. I had already come too far.I called an Uber.The car that arrived was a tiny Prius. Dmitri was not small. He was a big, rough looking Russian guy in his early thirties with broad shoulders, blonde scruff covering a strong jaw, thick lips, and Ray Bans hiding his eyes. His seat was pushed all the way back, giving him just enough room for his long legs.Still shirtless and dripping, I leaned in from the passenger side to enter the destination.“You can sit in front, sir,” Dmitri said in a thick Russian accent, flashing a slow smile. “No problem.”I hesitated for half a second. Whatever, I thought. I was already soaked and the AC felt too good to argue. I dropped into the passenger seat. My big frame barely fit with his seat so far back. Our shoulders almost touched.I swear he inhaled deeply as I settled in, breathing in my heavy post run musk.“Thanks, man,” I muttered.We pulled away from the curb. He kept glancing over, that same slow smile playing on his lips. I became hyper aware that my running shorts had ridden high on my thighs. The thin nylon clung to my half hard cock. The small car quickly filled with the strong scent of my sweat.“Sorry about the smell,” I laughed nervously.Dmitri shook his head. “You smell good. Real man. Strong.”Traffic started getting worse. What Google Maps had said would be a twenty minute ride was now showing thirty five, then forty five. The piss pressure in my bladder kept building steadily. I shifted in the seat, trying to ignore it.“Fuck,” I finally hissed. “I really gotta piss.”Dmitri glanced over, his gaze dropping to my crotch. He did not say anything right away. He kept driving for another couple of minutes, weaving through the slow traffic as if thinking. Then he flicked the turn signal and cut across two lanes, taking us off the main road and into a narrow service alley behind a row of old brick buildings. He killed the engine.“You can go here,” he said calmly.“Here?” I laughed, half in disbelief. “Man, I don’t know. I’m not about to piss in the open in the middle of New York.”His big hand landed heavily on my bare thigh, thumb stroking upward. “Or I can drink it.”I stared at him. “What the fuck, man?”The words came out automatically. My mind was screaming no. I’m a married man. I have a wife and kids. This is insane. But I did not pull away. Something dark and primal stirred inside me.Dmitri reached behind his seat and pulled out a folded black towel. “See? I take care of any spills. No mess.”I looked around. The alley was surprisingly secluded, tucked away from the main street. His windows were heavily tinted. No one could see in. That realization helped me relax just a little.I slowly folded my arms behind my head and stretched, extending one arm behind Dmitri’s seat. This lifted my left arm and exposed my sweaty pit. Dmitri leaned in immediately, inhaling deeply, then pressed his face into it. His thick tongue licked long, slow stripes through the damp hair, savoring my scent and taste. I groaned quietly. He moved to my chest, licking and sucking on my stiff pink nipples one by one, his eyes drifting down to the growing wet patch forming on the front of my gray shorts. It was the first few drops of piss leaking out from the pressure.Dmitri freed my cock from my shorts. A few more drops of piss escaped and ran down the shaft. He caught them with his finger and brought it to his mouth, licking it clean while staring into my eyes.“No fucking way, bro,” I muttered as he leaned down and licked the next drops directly from the head of my cock. It was gross. It was wrong. But the filthiness of it sent a twisted jolt of arousal through me.I still would not look at him directly. My eyes stayed fixed on the alley wall while my wedding ring flashed in the sunlight. I thought of Megan. I thought of my kids. I should stop this right now.“Give me the rest,” he growled softly. “I will drink all of it.”After a long pause, I finally nodded once.Dmitri leaned down, opened his mouth, and took me in, warm, wet, and deep. At first nothing came. Just a few hesitant drips escaped. Dmitri lapped them up eagerly with his tongue, moaning softly.“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let it come.”A few more drops followed, then a small trickle. He sealed his lips tighter around the head. Finally the dam broke. A full, hot torrent surged out of me. Dmitri moaned deeply as he took the strong stream straight into his mouth. His throat worked visibly as he gulped it down.“Fuck yeah, slut boy,” I growled, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and pushed him down harder on my cock as I pissed. The dominance felt good. Virile. Powerful.When the flow finally slowed, he kept sucking gently. Then he pulled my shorts down further, bathed my balls with his tongue, licking and sucking them thoroughly before taking my cock back into his mouth. He started blowing me with hungry, wet strokes.I ran my fingers through his rough blonde hair, gripping it tight, almost pulling it as I pushed his head down deeper. I was rock hard and leaking, lost in the moment, my straight guilt fighting against raw horniness and the thrill of dominating this big rough guy.Suddenly headlights appeared at the entrance of the alley. A car slowly turned in. We froze. Dmitri pulled off immediately. I quickly covered myself. Another car followed, then another. The alley was no longer safe.Dmitri sat up, wiped his mouth, and started the car without a word. He drove me the rest of the way to the hotel in charged silence, the tension thick between us.When we pulled up, he tore a corner from an old business card he had in the center console, scribbled his number on the back, and pressed it into my sweaty palm.“For later,” he said, eyes gleaming behind the Ray Bans. “Anytime you need a ride or anything else.”I stepped out with a visible wet spot on the front of my gray shorts. I casually held my soaked tee in front of me as I walked through the lobby.In the elevator, a pretty Hispanic housekeeping lady got in on the same floor. She could not keep her eyes off me. She stared openly at my chest, my arms, and the towel I was holding low. When I got off on my floor, she followed me down the hallway, slowing down near my room but eventually continuing past with a small knowing smile.I stepped inside my room, heart still pounding, and closed the door behind me.To be continued...
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