On Guard

The guards’s smell was intoxicating–a mixture of piss, sweat and precome. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I hadn’t expected any of this when I made plans to visit the museum.

I mouthed the thick column of flesh that filled the briefs. The thin cotton, which was barley holding back the monster piece of meat, was damp from my saliva and the guards dripping cock juice.

The guard muttered something in Italian. I didn’t really understand what he had said, but I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too.

I squirmed my tongue under the elastic waistband of his briefs and then took the material between my teeth, slowly peeling back his underpants until his big dick slapped against my cheek when it was finally freed. The guard grabbed the back of my head thrust his hips at me, nearly taking out my eye with his swollen spear.

“Hold your horses there.”

I reached behind the guard, pushed his briefs down so that they hung around his knees, and then cupped my hands on his fuzzy asscheeks. Taking his cock in my mouth, I swallowed it in one gulp, not stopping until I mashed my face in his bush.

The guard groaned as I worked my mouth over his hard tube of flesh. I managed to push his foreskin behind his cockhead so that I could lick at his dripping slit.

The guard began to thrust his hips back and forth. His big cock slid in and out of my mouth and his nuts pounded against my chin. I held on to him tightly, my fingers sinking into the fleshy globes of his firm butt. He was so hot. I couldn’t get enough.

Licking up and down the guard’s cock, I worked my way to his flared cockhead. Swirling my tongue around his swollen knob, I spread his flowing juices over his big red cockhead, all the while enjoying the salty-tangy taste of his dribbling precome.

We both froze when we heard somebody at the men’s room door. The guard’s face flushed with fear. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew what he was thinking. What if it was one of the kids from the school group? He must have been freaked, thinking about getting caught with his cock down an American tourist’s throat.

He quickly pulled his shriveling cock out off my mouth. I raised my index finger up to my lips, signaling him to be quiet. The door rattled again, followed by voices.

I, on the other hand, was even more turned on by our predicament. Just the idea of getting caught made the situation even hotter. It didn’t matter to me. I didn’t know a soul in Palermo.

The guard looked mortified when I hauled out my eight-inch cock and started to slowly beat my meat. He turned around and grasped his pants, looking like he was going to make a run for it. As he bent over trying to pull up his pants in the cramped room, my face was inches from his luscious butt. I didn’t want him to leave. We weren’t done. He wasn’t thinking. If he opened the door, everybody in the gallery would see us.

He bent over further, pulling his pants up to his knees. I was in heaven eyeing his ass. It was firm, round, and covered with a sprinkling of dark hair. His cheeks spread as he stooped down, exposing his pink asshole.

Before he hiked his pants all the way up, I jammed my face into the guard’s crack. I quickly put my hand over his mouth, hoping to prevent him from screaming out. Whoever was on the other side of the door was still there. I could hear voices.

When the door rattled for the third time, I darted my tongue inside the guard’s hole. He bit down on my fingers, nearly drawing blood. After a few moments the voices hushed and footsteps followed.

The guard turned and smiled. I went back to rimming out his ass. He bent forward, his palms pressed against the door, and he started grinding his ass in my face. His ass was funky and moist, the raunch and sweat were all there for me to enjoy.

I felt down between the guard’s legs, as my tongue slid in and out of his asshole. I grabbed his cock, which was now hard again, barley able to wrap my fingers all the way around his thick shaft. His groans grew louder and more intense as I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, slowly coating his shaft with his dribbling precome. The guard was now groaning loud enough for anybody on the other side of the door to hear him.

I reached into my backpack and pulled out a condom, chuckling to myself. I had been carrying the rubbers around with me, just in case I got lucky on while on vacation. I was finally going to get to use one.

Unhitching my belt, I slid my pants and damp shorts over my ass until they bunched up just below my knees. I rolled the rubber down my cock as quickly as I could.

I motioned for the guard to turn around. With the fucking I planned on giving him, I didn’t want his pressed up against the door just in case somebody else needed to go to the bathroom before we were finished.

The guard was grinning ear to ear when he turned around. He had his hand wrapped around his cock and was slowly fisting his swollen shaft.

I placed my hands on his stubbled covered cheeks and pulled him closer, slipping my tongue into to his hot, moist mouth. As we kissed, he pinched my tits through my shirt.

The guard repositioned himself, spread his legs as he stood over the toilet, and braced himself against the cold tile walls that were covered in graffiti. His light blue work shirt draped down his back, framing his creamy colored asscheeks. His shirt was stained from sweat, a long wet mark ran from the tail of his shirt up to the collar.

I unbuttoned my own shirt and moved in closer, sticking my dick in his ass crack, rubbing it up and down and gently nudging his hole with the head of my cock.

“I bet you’re fucking tight.”

I reached down and stuck one of my fingers into the guard’s crack. It was slick with sweat. Probing his pucker with my finger, I teased him, loosening him up just enough to get my dick inside.

“Oh, baby you’re good and ready.”

I pressed my cock head against his sphincter, pushing against the ring of muscle until my cockhead pushed through. Grabbing a hold of his broad shoulders, I held on to the guard as my cock sunk deeper and deeper into his red-hot bowels.

My whole body flexed against the guard’s tight ass as I rammed my cock in his hole to the hilt. Dripping sweat stung my eyes. I tried not to lose my balance as I fucked him. The lack of circulation in the bathroom was getting to be too much. I wiped the sweat off my brow with my forearm. The moist air filled my lungs as I gasped for breath while pounding the guard’s ass. The back of his shirt dampened with perspiration until it was almost soaked all the way through.

The guard was furiously jerking his cock while I fucked his tight ass. Growling up a storm, he sounded like he was going to come any minute.

“Take my cock, you motherfucker.”

I wrapped my arm around the guard’s middle and worked my hand over his hairy chest until I found his hard, pointed nipples. I tweaked his tits while my balls slapped his ass cheeks.

“Oh shit. I’m getting close,” I growled. “So fucking close.”

I sensed the guard was close as well. His body tensed up and he shuddered right before his head racked back and he sprayed the toilet with a huge amount of come. It dripped down and the sides of the grimy porcelain and puddled up on the toilet seat. The scent of freshly spilled jizz filled the room.

I pounded the guard’s ass several more times, until every muscle in my body tensed, as my own impending orgasm rose from deep inside me.

“Oh shit. I going to shoot.”

I clamped my mouth down on the guards’s sweaty neck as the come shot like bullets out of my throbbing cock, filling the rubber with a huge wad of spunk.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.”

I held on to the guard gasping, trying to catch my breath. The taste of his salty sweat lingered on my lips. I was certain the memory of the encounter would stay with me for years.

I pulled my softening cock out of the guard’s now tender ass and then removed the come-filled rubber. My jism dribbled out of the condom and landed with a splat on the tile floor. Dropping the rubber, I pulled some toilet paper off the roll and cleaned the rest of my come of my now soft dick.

I hiked up my pants and buttoned my shirt. The guard was still braced against the wall, his chest still heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

The guard pull up his pants as I opened the door and headed back into the gallery. The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed off throughout the gallery. I crossed the room, took one last look at the statue of Hercules as the guard came out of the bathroom with a big smile on his face.