Walking around MOMA always does something to me. There are a million amazing galleries and museums in New York, but for me, there is something about MOMA that always gives me an excited, slightly queasy feeling. It was one of the first places I visited when I moved here, when I had that feeling all the time. When everything was exhilarating and new. I love it here but that feeling has slowly worn off, but it comes back every time I step foot in MOMA.
I've never brought Brian here before. His visits are usually so short that we don't have time to do much but fuck. But he's been here for a few days this time and when we woke up this morning, it just felt right to come here. He’s holding my hand and letting me go on and on about what I like and don't like. My ass aches from the two whole days of fucking we've already done and I'm almost certain I've never had a more perfect day.
I nuzzle my face into his neck a little.
"I'm so sore."
He loves that, loves hearing that I can feel him hours after we fuck. He loves that I love it.
"I want you to touch me."
He makes a little moaning noise deep in his throat.
"Don't tease me Justin."
I grab his hand and pull him off in the direction of a series of partitioned off rooms we passed earlier. The rooms are set up for a special series of films they've been showing here for the last few weeks. I came on the opening weekend and I wasn't that impressed so I suggested that we skip them. I have other plans now.
I peek into the first two rooms, but they both have a pretty full audience. I'm starting to think this isn't going to work, but the third little theater only has two people, both sitting alone and seemingly engrossed in the film.
I hold my finger to my lips, unnecessarily warning Brian to be quiet and then pull him just inside to the far back corner. It is surprisingly dark after the rest of the museum and my eyes struggle to adjust.
If we're absolutely quiet then we might actually manage to go undetected.
Brian's being surprisingly patient, just waiting for whatever I have planned... I slowly release the button on my jeans and then lower the zipper one tick at a time. I have Brian's full attention but no one else in the room has made any indication that they have noticed our presence.
I pull my jeans down just low enough to expose my ass and push it back towards Brian. He grips both cheeks firmly and kneads for just a second. He moves one hand away and then I feel him pulling my ass checks apart and his wet finger comes down on my sore hole. It feels really good and I hold my breath so I don't sigh out loud.
His finger plays around the sensitive skin for a minute and then moves away only to come back wetter.
My jeans are just below my hips and they prevent me from spreading wide for him. His finger pushes in and it feels tight and a little sharp with just spit for lube. He works it in and out slowly a few times and then only a moment later I hear the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper.
I give a brief moment’s thought to how sad I'll be if I get permanently banned from MOMA.
But then he's pulling my pants lower so he can get my cock out and he's nudging his cock against my ass and I'm bending over to give him better access... and then he's inside.
This time I can't help but take a deep harsh breath, the feeling is overwhelming.
Immediately my eyes dart back and forth to the heads in front of me, certain one of them is going to turn around and catch us, but neither does.
Brian's hand comes down tightly over my mouth to quiet me. I can hardly get enough air through my nose, but it doesn't matter because this isn't going to last long. I can feel it starting already.
He pulls out once, all the way. Then enters me roughly a second time, pushing all the way in, holding himself deep inside me, one hand on my mouth not letting me moan and his other hand on my hip not letting me move.
The whole world narrows to the throbbing connection of my hole and his cock and I start to come. The deep painful spasms in my ass have him gripping me even tighter and then coming himself.
It's one of those painful orgasms that leaves me feeling all wrung out and completely satisfied. Brian lets his hand drop away from my mouth and I take a few deep but silent breaths.
I didn't even notice his other hand cupping my cock until he moves it away and brings it to my mouth to smear just a bit of my come across my lips before quickly and quietly cleaning the rest off with his own mouth.
He pulls out and we put ourselves back together as best as we can without making a sound. Brian holds the used condom up and gives me a questioning look. I shrug, not knowing what to do with it. He rolls his eyes and then carefully conceals it in his fist, presumably until we come across a trash can. It makes me laugh a little and one of the men in the room glances back at me for the first time.
We've probably been in here for less than ten minutes but I think it is time to move along before we push our luck so I lead the way back out into the light.
Luckily there is a trash can just around the corner and we dispose of the evidence.
As we wander back into one of the larger rooms he wraps his arms around my chest from behind.
"I'm thinking tomorrow we should visit the Guggenheim."