The Museum Tour Pt. 01

All characters in this story are over 18.

"What are we doing?" I whispered to Tristan, my boyfriend. He held one finger up to his lips and shushed me. The group we were touring the museum with continued to walk ahead without us as we hid behind an impressively tall statue. I could hear the tour guide's voice fading as she talked about the museum's upcoming exhibits. "Tristan!"

Tristan looked at me with a devilish grin before giving me a quick peck on the mouth. "Remember the other day when you said you had a fantasy about fucking me in a public place?" he asked. My eyes grew to the size of saucers as I glanced around us. I looked back to him and, against my better judgment, a small smile crossed my face.

"Yeah?"

"So let's do it!" he exclaimed quietly before looking down at my groin. "I want your thick cock inside me," he whispered seductively.

Tristan knew dirty talk always got me riled up. We'd been dating for a few months at this point, and a couple nights ago we'd finally had the talk about our fantasies. Mine was having sex somewhere public, somewhere that someone might see us if we weren't careful. He had looked up at me incredulously as I pounded him missionary with his ankles against my shoulders, little moans involuntarily escaping him mouth. "How am I--oh, fuck!--how am I supposed to stay quiet with your--Jesus, I'm getting close--with your monster cock inside me?" he had asked me between breaths. Those were the magic words. A few more pumps before my cock expanded and I slammed it into his ass, coating the walls of his insides with my load. After the orgasm subsided, I smiled as I took my dick out of him and bent down, using my hand to aim his cockhead at my mouth.

"Exactly," I had replied to him as I lipped his meat into my mouth.

When he suggested yesterday that we sign up for a museum tour, I didn't think much of it. Tristan was kind of a nerd and a stereotypical twink. He was considerably smaller me (I was six-foot-three and he was five-foot-seven) and his body was almost completely hairless. He had the most perfect bubble butt I had ever fucked, and I often told him I was lucky he was as much of a horndog as I am since I wanted to fuck him all the time. When we weren't in the throes of passion, Tristan was studying to get his biomedical science degree at the local university so that he could apply to medical school in a few years. Touring a museum was right up his alley.

I did not anticipate, however, that he'd want to have sex in it. Tristan peered around before giving me a deep kiss. I returned it, breathing heavily into him as our tongues danced in the middle. His arms wound around my neck and pulled me closer to him as my hands instinctively ran down his back and grabbed his ass. He broke away and looked at me, pure lust glazing his eyes.

"What do you think?" he asked me, biting his lower lip.

"I think I've never wanted you more," I replied. I bent back down to kiss and lick his neck, which I knew drove him wild. My hand slipped under the waistband of his jeans and I ran my finger down his crack, lightly brushing over his hole. I heard his breath hitch in his throat; he clenched my bicep in response.

"Although maybe we shouldn't do it right here," he whimpered between kisses. I broke away from him and followed his gaze to the ceiling, where I saw cameras in the corners of the room pointing at the statue, and therefore, at us.

"Yeah, good call," I muttered as I looked around. My dick was throbbing uncomfortably in my pants, aching for release. I wanted to find a spot to do this now. Behind the statue was a brown metal door with one small window. I casually strode over to it and peered through, noting that it was a doorway to dim concrete stairwell. I reached back and took Tristan's hand with an impish smile on my face. I'd watched more than one porn video that took place in a stairwell and they always made me cum... now I'd get to live that out in real life.

Tristan glanced back behind us to make sure no one would see, and I looked around the door for any sign that I might trigger an alarm by opening it. I saw nothing, so I decided to try my lock and pushed on the handle. To my relief, it opened without a sound. I slithered in quickly and dragged Tristan behind me. I pulled him down one flight of stairs to a landing that had no doorway. I may have wanted it to be public, but I also didn't want to be too stupid. At least here any doors being pushed open would give us a couple seconds' warning before someone spotted us. We both looked around and saw no evidence of cameras anywhere before returning our gaze back to each other.

"You sure you wanna do this?" I asked quietly. He responded by grabbing my throbbing erection through my pants as he kissed me again. This kiss wasn't quite as deep as before, but it was certainly hungrier. This was the kind of kiss you gave when you knew time was limited. To get as aroused as you could as quickly as possible.

And it was working.

Tristan's hands immediately moved to the button of my jeans, expertly popping it open before yanking down my zipper. My boner sprang free and lightly smacked his hand. Tristan broke away from me and looked down, head cocked in confusion. "Uh... are you not wearing any underwear?" he asked me.

I gave him a quick peck on the mouth. "Nope," I replied simply.

Tristan bit his lower lip. He held my gaze as he sank to his knees on the floor, my throbbing erection in his hand. I wish I could say that I hadn't worn any underwear today to be sexy for him, but in reality I had forgotten to do laundry last night and couldn't find a clean pair after our shower this morning. Of course, I hadn't looked that hard either. I got a bit distracted when he bent over to pull his own underwear on and his hole winked at me, begging me to come fill it.

But right now, his mouth was the hole I was filling. I leaned back against the wall and looked down over my abs as Tristan's head bobbed on my dick, light slurping sounds filling the air. His blowjobs were always sloppy and perfect. At home, we had a joke where I'd ask "Damn, where'd you learn to do that?" and he'd innocently respond "I didn't, this is my very first time," before winking at me and expertly taking all seven inches of my meat down his throat.

In the stairwell, I thrusted my hips a bit with my hand on the back of his head. Normally I'd be a bit rougher with him the way he likes it, but I didn't want to risk him making too much noise. So instead I let him take the lead, feeling his tongue run over my slit and swirl around my cockhead before giving it a quick kiss and plunging back down. One of his hands gripped my thigh, and the fingers of his other hand ran lightly over my balls and across my taint, making me quiver with pleasure. His strokes reached further and further until a finger gingerly brushed across my hole.

He popped my tool out of his mouth and replaced it with his finger, getting it nice and wet while staring me in the eye before returning it to my hole. His tongue darted out and licked the underside of my cock at the same time as his finger entered my hole, and my knees buckled. Tristan knew I loved being fingered when getting head, it just made it so much better. Before long, he was deepthroating my entire pole as his finger searched inside for my prostate. When he finally found the spot, I bucked forward wildly, nearly choking him with my dick in the process.

After another minute or two of being absolutely overcome with pleasure, Tristan stood up and lowered his pants and underwear, bracing himself against the adjacent wall and looking back at me expectantly. Nothing mattered to me at that moment but Tristan and his asshole. I sauntered over to him and grabbed his hips. He spat into his hand and rubbed it onto his hole for me. I lightly smacked his ass and watched hungrily as it jiggled a bit. Goddamn he was hot.

"Fuck me," he whispered to me.

I lined up my prick with his asshole and pushed in, feeling his ring give way as the tip popped in. Tristan sucked in a breath as he always did. He said the first few seconds always hurt because I was so girthy, but it hurt in "the best way." I gave him a minute to adjust before I advanced and felt his rectum expand to accommodate the new invader. I ran my hands up his back, dragging his shirt along with me, and reached his neck. I hooked my finger into his open mouth, eliciting a quiet moan from him. He loved when I was a little dominant with him.

I withdrew most of my cock and pushed in again, hanging my head back as my body tingled with sexual pleasure. This scenario was hot enough on its own, but it was made exponentially better by the fact that I was doing this with him. I hadn't said it out loud to him yet, but I already knew that I was deeply in love with him. And even if I hadn't said it yet, I was sure as hell going to spend the next few minutes showing him.

I withdrew from him slowly once again and returned both of my hands to his hips. I felt his body tense up; he knew what that meant. I paused for a second, and then I slammed my entire length into him, violently jabbing his prostate. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed at full volume. I smiled a bit as I returned one hand to his mouth, covering it to keep him quiet as I went to town on his ass. I began pounding him with fury, the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoing through the stairwell. Muffled groans escaped his lips as his eyes shut tightly, his mind barely able to comprehend the sensations he was feeling.

I held him firmly in place with the hand that wasn't covering his mouth as I jackhammered him, only removing it occasionally to slap his asscheek. I let up on my thrusts as sweat began to trickle down my face and drench my t-shirt. Tristan began fucking himself on my cock, eager to bring us both to orgasm. I stood in place for a few minutes as he worked. I watched him take the full length inside him and wiggle around a bit, making us both delirious with pleasure.

Seconds later, Tristan found himself folded in half with his back pressed against the wall as I held him up by his ass while I fucked him. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a frantic kiss, both of us aching for release. My heavy breathing eventually made kissing somewhat difficult, so I rested my forehead against his as I kept assaulting his prostate with my dick.

I felt the beginnings of an orgasm build in my groin. "I'm getting close," I whispered to him as he ran his hands along my back.

"Me too," he replied. "Give me that big load."

That was all it took for both of us. I slammed into him full force, pinning him against the wall as I unleashed my spunk into his ass. My knees buckled, and I had to lean on Tristan in order to keep us both upright as rope after rope of my load spurted into him. At the same time, Tristan let out one final groan as he erupted. Our bodies were so close together he coated us both in his load, some of it even shooting onto the underside of my chin.

We both writhed in pleasure for a moment before the orgasm subsided and I finally lowered Tristan to the ground before my arms gave out. We surveyed our mess, and Tristan chuckled quietly. He wiped away the cum from under my chin and went to put his finger into his mouth, but I grabbed his wrist and popped it in my own mouth, cleaning the salty mess off his finger with my tongue. The move was meant to be playful and sexy, but Tristan looked at me longingly, like he missed me even though I stood right there in front of him. I understood how he felt... because I felt the same way about him.

As we caught our breaths, I finally managed to whisper those three simple words to him: "I love you."