Cruising Secrets

Chapter 16: Artful Demonstration

Jon's week had been nothing short of exhausting—paying bills, running errands, and endless grocery shopping. Finally, after getting his life back in order, he decided to treat himself to something more cultural—a trip to the museum. It had been a while since he immersed himself in art, and today felt like the perfect opportunity.

Upon entering the museum, Jon was immediately taken in by the quiet elegance of the place. Paintings and sculptures adorned the walls and halls, and the soft murmur of conversations from other visitors filled the air. He joined a guided tour group, and that's when he first saw MJ—the art curator. Standing at 6 feet tall, moreno, and with a charming smile, MJ had a well-built physique that was hard to miss. He was dressed neatly but not too formally, and his confidence in explaining the exhibits made him even more attractive.

Jon listened as MJ spoke with an eloquence that drew everyone's attention. His English was impeccable, and the way he articulated each piece of art was mesmerizing. They passed through halls filled with modern paintings, sculptures, and other historical pieces, but Jon's attention kept drifting back to MJ.

Eventually, they arrived at an impressive naked Greek sculpture. MJ began explaining the history and significance of the piece, but Jon couldn't resist. As MJ elaborated on the artistic depiction of the human body, Jon threw in a cheeky comment.

"Looks like the Greeks were really proud of their... assets, huh?"

MJ's eyes darted toward Jon, catching the subtle smirk on his lips. A faint smile appeared on MJ's face as he continued the tour, but Jon noticed his occasional glances. The sexual tension began to brew between them, subtle but unmistakable.

After the tour ended, MJ lingered behind, chatting casually with Jon. They continued walking around the museum, admiring the art, but the conversation quickly took on a flirtatious edge. Jon teased MJ with playful remarks, testing the waters, while MJ's charming responses kept the conversation flowing.

As they walked down a quieter hallway, Jon accidentally bumped into MJ, pressing briefly against his bulge. "Oh, sorry about that," Jon said, his voice laced with mischief. But something in the way MJ tensed gave away his arousal. Jon noticed how MJ's bulge subtly hardened under his pants.

"Well... someone's excited about the art," Jon whispered with a teasing grin. MJ chuckled, but the tension between them was undeniable now. They exchanged a glance, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

Without another word, they slipped away from the main hall, heading toward a secluded restroom in a quiet corner of the museum. As they stepped into the narrow stall, the air between them crackled with lust and danger. MJ glanced toward the door, as if checking to make sure no one was coming, before locking it behind them.

In the cramped space, their bodies collided, and Jon immediately dropped to his knees, pulling down MJ's pants. MJ's hardened cock sprang free, and Jon wasted no time, eagerly taking it into his mouth.

He began with slow, deliberate movements, swirling his tongue around MJ's shaft while using one hand to twist along the base. His head moved in a rhythmic, twisting motion, creating a spiral sensation, simulating the motion of a propeller. MJ let out a low groan, his hand gripping the edge of the stall as he tried to stay compose.

Jon intensified his efforts, his lips sliding eagerly along MJ's thick shaft as he applied the "Prop Engine" technique with precision. His mouth twisted and turned with every bob of his head, his tongue swirling in circular motions around MJ's swollen tip, making MJ's knees nearly buckle from the sensation. Jon's hand mirrored his mouth, twisting and stroking the base of MJ's cock in tandem with the movements of his tongue and lips, each twist sending waves of pleasure through MJ's body.

MJ's quiet moans grew louder, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to contain himself. The narrow confines of the stall amplified every sound—the wet, rhythmic sucking from Jon's mouth, MJ's deep, husky groans, and the occasional slap of Jon's hand against MJ's hips as he maintained the perfect balance between teasing and driving MJ wild.

"Shit... Jon, you're—fuck," MJ gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward as Jon's tongue flicked over the sensitive slit of his cockhead. MJ's grip on Jon's hair tightened, his fingers twisting in the strands as he leaned back against the stall wall for support. His usually composed demeanor was crumbling fast, and Jon could feel MJ's body trembling with the mounting pleasure.

Jon slowed down for a moment, pulling back to catch MJ's gaze with a mischievous glint in his eyes before diving back in, taking MJ's length deep into his throat. The motion sent a shudder through MJ's entire body. His abs flexed, and his cock twitched inside Jon's mouth, overwhelmed by the wet warmth that engulfed him. Jon's free hand moved lower, cupping MJ's balls, massaging them gently while his tongue continued its spiraling dance along the shaft.

MJ's breathing turned ragged, his muscles taut as he struggled to keep himself composed. But the intense sensations Jon was giving him made it impossible. His moans became louder, more desperate, the deep growl of a man who was losing control, driven mad by the skilled mouth working on him.

"Fuck, Jon...," MJ whispered, his voice strained with arousal. He was so close now, his body aching for release. Jon could sense it—MJ's cock was pulsing in his mouth, his thighs tensing as he tried to hold back. But Jon had no intention of stopping now.

He quickened his pace, his head moving faster, hand twisting harder, and the wet, slippery sounds of Jon's mouth sucking on MJ's cock filled the air. MJ's hands moved from Jon's hair to the edge of the stall, gripping it tightly as he surrendered to the intense pleasure coursing through him.

"I'm gonna... fuck..." MJ's voice was rough, barely able to form words as the overwhelming pressure built up inside him. His cock throbbed, and Jon felt it swell even more between his lips. He could feel MJ's body trembling, the tension building to an unbearable peak.

In a final, desperate thrust, MJ's hips bucked forward, his cock buried deep in Jon's throat as he let out a muffled groan. His entire body shuddered violently as he came, his hot load spilling into Jon's mouth in thick, pulsating spurts. Jon swallowed greedily, taking in every drop, his tongue still swirling around MJ's sensitive head as MJ's orgasm continued to pulse through him.

MJ's grip tightened on the stall wall, his knuckles white as his climax rippled through his body, sending waves of pleasure to every nerve. His legs trembled, and his cock twitched in Jon's mouth, releasing the last of his cum into Jon's eager lips. Jon kept sucking, milking every last bit of MJ's orgasm, prolonging the moment of ecstasy until MJ could hardly stand it anymore.

When it was finally over, MJ's chest heaved as he gasped for air, his body still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure. Jon slowly pulled away, licking his lips, tasting the remnants of MJ's release. He looked up at MJ, whose eyes were still glazed with the aftermath of his intense orgasm.

They stood there for a moment, panting and trying to regain their composure. The risk of being caught had only made the encounter more exhilarating, but the reality of their surroundings quickly set in.

"We should... probably get back," MJ said, his voice a little shaky as he tucked himself back into his pants. Jon wiped his mouth, grinning mischievously.

"Yeah, before someone wonders where the art curator disappeared to."

They slipped out of the restroom one by one, careful not to attract attention as they rejoined the museum's main hall. MJ gave Jon a quick nod and a smile before returning to his duties. As Jon left the museum, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He had come for the art but ended up with a far more intimate experience.

And as they said their casual goodbyes, it was as if nothing had ever happened—just another day at the museum.