I arrived at the Museo Archeological Regionale promptly at nine a.m. I wanted to make sure I had enough time to see the museum and some other sites in Palermo before one o'clock when everything shut down for the afternoon.
After a couple of weeks in Italy, I was beginning to think it was a conspiracy on part of the Italian government, which ran most of the museums, to keep tourists in town as long as possible, mostly out of wanting to visit all the sites. Nothing, except for restaurants, was open in the afternoon. To make matters even worse, most sites were closed on Sundays and in many towns on Mondays as well.
Quickly adapting to the schedule, I did all my site seeing in the morning, followed with a long lunch, and then spent the afternoon shopping.
That morning I was the only one waiting to get into the museum, unlike my experiences in Florence and Rome where lines of tourists stretched down the block at many of the well known attractions. I was happy only to be rubbing shoulders with the museum guards and staff as I took in the exhibit about Palermo that was on the first floor and in the courtyard of the faded pallazo.
As I was making my way up to the second floor, a group of shrieking Sicilian school children flooded into the entrance way. If I was lucky, I'd be able to explore the second floor before they got up there.
I wasn't lingering like I usually did. I wasn't familiar with any of the art in the museum. To make things more difficult, all of the exhibits were labeled only in Italian and I hadn't gotten past reading restaurant menus, so I didn't understand most of what was written on the labels.
My guidebook mentioned that the two highlights of the museum were in the bronze collection which was housed on the second floor. I didn't want to miss the Ram of Syracuse--a 3rd Century b.c. Hellenistic work and a Roman copy of a Greek original- Hercules overpowering a stag.
The sounds of the schoolchildren floated up the stairway as I wandered from room to room looking at the exhibits. I was alone on the second floor except for a hunky security guard with a head of black curls and deep brown eyes, wearing an ill-fitting blue uniform. The guard followed closely behind me as I wandered through the galleries, making me feel like I had my own personal bodyguard.
I slowed my pace when I entered the gallery containing the bronze collection. The guard was getting me a little paranoid. I studied the life-sized sculpture of the Ram intently. Every now and then I glanced back to the guard who had made himself comfortable on a chair at the front of the gallery. He was eyeing me as intently as I was studying the statue.
My next stop was in front of the sculpture of Hercules. It was a stunning nude--man against beast. The sculpture captured all the raw animal magnetism in Hercules as he struggled with the stag. By this time I was having my own struggle. The looks the guard were giving me were getting me turned on.
I wasn't sure if he was staring at me on purpose. I found Italian men difficult to read. As I circled the sculpture, I felt the guards eyes on me. I glanced up to the front of the room. He was still sitting in the chair, his legs spread. While I diverted my attention away from Hercules and focused my attention on the guard, he reached down and grabbed at his crotch. I had seen other Italian men do this even out on the street. They were constantly scratching at their crotches, getting me all worked up. I wasn't sure what it was all about.
I changed my position, so I had a view of Hercules and when I looked just past the sculpture I could eye the guard.
When he grabbed his crotch again, I lost all interest in Hercules struggling with the stag. All my interest was now on the hunky guard. He was a handsome specimen. I could have stripped him naked and put him up on the pedestal along with the bronze stag and nobody would have been the wiser.
His eyes met mine and I thought I detected a bit of a smile. My mouth was watering and my cock was swelling inside my shorts. He reached down and grabbed at his crotch again. This was no random itch. Even from the distance, I could tell he had an erection.
I wasn't sure what to do. My limited Italian only helped me get by in the restaurants and hotels. I couldn't maintain a conversation more than a few sentences long. Deciding it was to make a move, I made my way closer and turned my attention to the glass cases that lined the walls, pretending to look at the Greek terra cotta figurines all the while I was watching the reflection of the guard in the glass.
I systematically went from case to case, getting closer and closer to him--drawn by some inexplicable force. His eyes were on me the whole time. When I got to the last case, I turned and the guard was standing right in front of me.
'Andianmo,' he said.
I understood what he wanted, but go where?
I gave him a puzzled look, but didn't make the effort to speak. He pointed to two wooden doors--one had a metal plaque with the outline of a woman and the other had the familiar outline of a man--the rest room.
As soon as we closed the door behind us, I could hear the commotion of the school group echo throughout the second floor.
There wasn't much room to navigate. The rest room was built only for one. We stood there sizing each other up as the noise in the gallery got louder.
I stepped closer to the guard. His breath warmed my face. The stench of urine filled my senses. The guards eyes darted nervously back and forth. My heart was pounding as I pressed my lips to his mouth, taking it with a savage intensity. I forced my thrusting tongue deep inside his mouth.
The guard reached around and latched the door. When he finished he kissed me back. His mouth covered mine, hungrily. His tongue sent shivers of desire racing through me. I was practically in a state of shock. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Filled with an animal lust, I wanted this guy something fierce. I pushed the guard backward, pressing his back up against the bathroom door. As I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, I practically tore them off. I pulled his uniform shirt down off his shoulders, exposing his broad fur-covered chest and finishing by pulling the tail of his shirt out of his pants.
I stood there staring. He was built like one of the statues of the ancient gods that were on the other side of the door. A gold cross hanging from a delicate chain nestled in the tufts of his jet black chest hair. His chest was solid flanks of hard flesh and his abs were ripples of muscle.
I buried my face in the nape of his neck, inhaling his musky scent. Groaning loudly as I worked my mouth over his flesh, he rolled his head back and closed his eyes while I gave him pleasure. I bit down on his neck and then grabbed his nipples and pinched his tits, working his nubs until they were red and swollen.
The guard ground his crotch against mine, his body rocking back and forth. I swore I could feel his thick cock throbbing even through my jeans.
'Oh fuck. That feels so fucking good.'
The guard opened his eyes and smiled.
'Americano,' he said.
I nodded and reached down and grabbed his crotch. His cock has hard. I was in the same condition.
Sitting down on the toilet, I stared up at the guard. There wasn't any ventilation in the bathroom. Sweat tricked down my neck and my forehead. The guard was sweating, too. His chest was covered in a sheen of perspiration from the rounded flanks of his upper chest muscles to his rippled belly. A trail of dark hair ran from his navel and disappeared into his blue polyester uniform pants. His large bulge was packed in his pants, straining to get free.
I reached out to grab his crotch. As I squeezed the hard budge in my hand, my own cock ached in my pants. The guard let out a soft moan as my hand lingered, and I squeezed his dick even harder.
Fumbling with his belt buckle, I pulled down his fly. The guard assisted and slid his hands inside the waistband of his pants and they fell to his ankles. He stood there wearing only a shit-eating grin and his sweat and piss stained bikini briefs.
The guard moved closer, his pants all bunched up around his shoes. I sat there on the toilet, staring up into his eyes. He then pressed his crotch in my face. There was a big wet spot on his briefs where the outline of his cock bulged. I could tell he was uncut. I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around his dick and suck him off.
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.