We took the subway from our hotel to the Village. The subway was quite an experience in itself, but the Village was a scene that exceeded my expectations. It was like an eclectic small town with interesting shops, restaurants and neat tree-lined streets. Neither of us felt in any way conspicuous holding hands as we walked around since it seemed, excluding the many obvious gawking tourists, that at least a quarter, maybe even a half, of the rest of us were gay or lesbian. The cultural diversity of the Village was evident too as I tried to figure out the numerous languages and accents I heard there. I was thrilled!
We explored a few shops, including one that specialized in sexy clothing for gay men. Most of the stuff there was pretty outrageous, but they did have some hot underwear and, with some coaxing, got Terry to buy some hot briefs for both of us, not that we needed any props to enhance our sexual interludes. A stop at an "adult" shop was funny. There was an endless array of dildos, vibrators, cock rings etc. I held up one massive
dildo for Terry. He smiled, kissed me and said, "You do fine for me with what you already have." I liked that comment.
Next was Washington Square where a young black man was holding court for a large crowd of enthralled visitors. His comedy routine was hilarious and nothing appeared to be sacred as he joked about tourists, blacks, Latinos, gays etc. He engaged a number of his audience in his routines, but when he pointed to me to come forward for one of his tricks I recoiled. "Come on dude, I won't bite," he shouted, but I still declined and tried to hide behind Terry. "Your boyfriend has a nice ass" he taunted Terry. "Is he good in bed?", he added. To my utter surprise, Terry responded without hesitation, "Yes he is!", and the crowd applauded enthusiastically. I blushed, but was quietly pleased as we exited.
This sure was a 5-star day for me and it wasn't over yet. We went to dinner at a Pakistani restaurant in the Village. Being a novice once again about ethnic food, Terry ordered for both of us - vegie samosas and chicken satay for starters. Terry bit into a samosa, declared it delicious, and offered it to me. In return, I pulled off a chuck of flavorful chicken from my satay and offered a bite to him. This repeated exchange of morsels from our dinner continued and surely was as sexually enticing as going to bed.
Back in our hotel we pulled off our pants and shirts and headed for bed. We both were turned on, delighted by a wonderful day and looking to cap it off with some great sex. There was no penetration this time, but the sex was awesome. We savored each others bodies with our hands and lips. We played, fondled and touched trying to please each other. We alternate positions on top of each other letting our hard cocks engage before we finally came. Can anything get better than this I thought before falling asleep in Terry's arms?