I've always loved art, but this wasn't an interest shared by my wife. First a little about me. I'm a former athlete in my younger years, an avid sports fan, and have been a runner and have worked out all my life. I've often been told I look 10 years younger than my 55 years. I've always wanted to spend a day at the Art Museum enjoying the art. After having my wife refuse to go once again, I finally decided to go alone. The longer we've been married, the less we do together, including sex. I had resigned myself to my appointment with my hands in my morning shower. I still have a strong sex drive that needs frequent relief.
The day started with my mandatory six mile run. I always feel more alive after a good run. I showered and dressed in slim fit jeans and a tailored polo. I was proud of my body and liked how tailored fitting clothes showed it off. I grabbed a cup of coffee for the drive, kissed my wife on the cheek and was on my way.
I paid the hefty entry fee and was given a museum magazine, which included a floor plan of the exhibits on entering. I walked the various displays, enjoying the wide range of styles and subject matter. I was about half way through when I noticed a coffee shop with courtyard seating. It was a beautiful sunny day, so I decided to have a cop of coffee and enjoy the sun.
I sat at at an outside table and started looking through the museum magazine. I looked up and noticed a very distinguished gentleman sitting alone several tables over. I guessed he was probably in his mid sixties. He had salt and pepper hair cut in a traditional business cut, and a neatly trimmed mustasche. I must have looked at him too long as I noticed he was staring back at me. I looked away, and then looked back and he was still looking at me. He smiled and nodded and I returned the smile and resumed looking at the magazine. I felt a presence, looked up, and he was standing, towering over me. He had to be at least six inches taller than me.
"Good morning! It's such a beautiful morning. It would be a shame to spend it alone. May I join you?"
He was very tall, slim, nicely dressed and a handsome man. He had startled me. Before I could think, I answered "please do, have a seat, I'm Don."
Victor introduced himself and was a wonderful conversationalist, quickly putting me at ease. Soon we were talking like old friends. He was semi retired and had lost his wife to cancer two years earlier. I found him easy to talk to and was glad he had introduced himself. When he spoke he would stare into my eyes, not looking away. Normally a man looking at me so intently would make me uncomfortable, but his blue eyes were so comforting, we continued holding each others gaze. It reminded me of how I would look at a woman that I was flirting with. I realized that I was confused, feeling an attraction to him, but sure there was nothing to it. We finished our coffee and began to walk through the museum.
He was very knowledgeable, explaining many of the works as we walked through the greek revival section. We came to a replica of the statute of David. He stopped in front of it and commented "What a beautiful representation of the male body. I can't walk past it without pausing to admire it." He walked around the statute and continued "he is so perfectly muscled, and what a beautiful ass. Don't you think so?"
I was confused by his comments as they seemed to be broader than being art appreciation. Was he making a sexual observation? Or a sexual overture to me? I wasn't sure what to say, so I responded "yes, I see men in the gym working hard to achieve such a beautiful result."
"And you look like you are one of them. You have quite a nice body yourself."
I caught myself blushing, and we continued to walk. The conversation returned to art, which I was thankful for. I was getting the urge to piss as the coffee was running through me. I saw a restroom and explained I needed to go. He said he could also use some relief and we entered. There were two urinals and two stalls. I walked up to a urinal and opened my slim fitting jeans, as it was too hard to get my cock out through the zipper opening. I pulled my cock out of my high rise briefs and with my hands on my hips I started pissing. He was at the urinal next to me and I heard him start to piss, also.
I sensed that he was looking at me. Being taller, he could easily see my cock. I don't know why, but I noticed my cock was starting to get hard. I looked up at him. He was looking down at my cock, then looked up and our eyes met. He then intentionally looked back at my cock, and then back at me and smiled. He then looked down at his cock. My gaze followed his and I was looking at his cock, which he was slowly stroking to erection. It had to be an inch longer than my six and a half inches, and a little bit fatter. I was mesmerized. I had seen many cocks over the years in locker rooms, but I had never seen a man stoke his cock or seen an erect cock, except in the movies.
He commented "You have a nice cock. Do you like what you see?" He turned facing me and reached for my cock. I pushed his hand away. Our eyes met and he smiled and held my gaze.
"Victor, I'm sorry, but I'm not gay."
He continued to stare into my eyes and smile. I continued to search his eyes, without looking away, when I felt him gently grab my cock and start to stroke it. I didn't stop him this time. His hand felt warm on my cock that was now hard as a rock. He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his cock and I was touching another man's cock for the first time in my life. It was like mine but different. It felt nice in my hand. I don't know why, but I started stroking it like he was stroking mine. We continued to stroke and stare into each others eyes, when he leaned over and took my cock in his mouth and too briefly sucked on it. It felt amazing, but he stopped and stood up.
"This is not the place for this, I live nearby. Why don't you come over for a cup of coffee? And if you like, we can finish what we have started."
