I had always loved going to museums, even when I was a little kid, just big enough to walk around. My parents apparently delighted in this, as I was the old small boy to, not complain when going to these foundations for learning. It was quite common for mama or papa, to discuss my fascination with them at Thanksgiving or Christmas Time, and as a junior in a history degree program it was all "full circle." Thankfully, I was lucky to grow up with cool folks, as my parents both knew I was gay, and that Barry was my lover. We had been together for over a year now, had spent time at many museums, but now back up in New York for the holidays, my folks, Barry, and I visited quite a few of them.
Our favorite by agreement was the USS Intrepid, the converted aircraft carrier, with mostly cold war aircraft on its deck in the harbor. Barry was rural southern Maryland, so he was shocked by the $30 entry fee. Yet to us New Yorkers, that's the price of everything in the Bronx. Even the worst nosebleed seats at Yankee stadium were more than that, and come to think of it, that was the price of a hotdog and soda at a game.
It was fun having Barry up for the Christmas holidays, and my family really enjoyed his company, although I'm sure I was the most grateful. Every morning to wake up with him at my side, to kiss him, to make love to him with such passion, vigor, and tenacity was as good as it could get. We'd repeat the same act almost every night, our primal instincts and pheramones wrapped up with us like a invisible blanket. He was so damn good looking, petite at 5'5 and 130 pounds or so, with blue eyes that danced, and that sandy blonde hair that always smelled like his shampoo. For me he'd wear the feminine smelling Ed Hardy cologne, which gave me a throbbing hard on, and a fire lit reaction to everything about him. Sure we enjoyed the time with my folks, siblings, and seeing the museum of the Cold War.
Barry was also a history major, so he appreciated the exhibits about the skunk works, the SR-71, satellites, and how the Soviets were tapped into by a US submarine. This is of course detailed in the book, "Blind Man's Bluff," but seeing how this submarine went into Soviet territory in shallow waters, we both were in awe of the bravery of the sailors. Unlike middle of nowhere Maryland, we could hold hands in public without repercussions, and it felt so good to have him home for the holidays. He was such a bright, lively companion, and I loved everything about him. Yes there was the attraction of course, but it was far more than physical. To put it lightly, it was everything, as we had an emotional and social bond that was impossible to break. We literally knew we were going to get married, as we just jived perfectly, and our compassion and joy for each other was obvious. Even my younger sister, who didn't mind that we were gay but was somewhat upset by it, told me "Barry is so good for you Chris." I knew he was, and we had spent so much time in each others arms, kissing, and confiding secrets and having our own set of sacred jokes that were only between us.
On the days leading to Christmas, we did get so tied up in shopping, and holiday traditions that we didn't have the time to be intimate. Yes my folks house was large, and we were on the lower level, but the tension level was noticeable. I knew if my balls were aching, his were too, and I so wanted to literally grab him by the face, look in his eyes, and have our tongues performing ballet as we were connected together. We were both uptight, and the size and scope of New York were getting to him. For those not familiar with Manhattan and the other boroughs, it can be overwhelming even to urban dwellers, for a country guy like Barry it was evidently bothering him. I tried all I could do to comfort him, gently kissing him and massaging his chest and back, along with letting him know I supported him completely. He thanked me, and seemed to be grateful, yet at the same time he felt a bit lost. We both had taken more credits the previous semester than ever before, and this vacation was starting to become a burden. Obviously we had to stay with my family for the holidays, but that didn't mean we couldn't resolve our pent up stalemate in invigorating ways.
That night my folks went out to Broadway. Those shows lasted forever, and I told Barry to go to our bedroom, and close it "for a surprise." I took a hot shower, shaved my pubes smooth just the way he liked them, and put my giant cock into sexy underwear that showed the bulge quite prominently. Outside of the room, I laid down rose petals, lit candles of jasmine, and put on soothing music. I told Barry to close his eyes, and then to open them. He smiled as soon as he looked into my brown eyes, and he hugged my muscular frame with every bit of passion he had. We both kissed, and hugged, with him crying admitting that "New York is too big for me." I comforted him as best as I could, and told him that "something else wasn't." He smiled. He laughed. This was a good sign, my Barry just the way he always was, lit up with that smile that literally lit up all parts of my essence. I took his tshirt off, and started to kiss his chest. My tongue on his neck, I could feel his hands up my hoodie touching my nipples as well. Both of our hips were together, and even with pants on, it was obvious we both were extremely hard. He was panting, and I was literally lit up with passionate fury. We kissed and I eventually put him on the bed, with his pants coming off in no time. Sucking on his toes, I looked up at his pink underwear, and saw how hard he was. His rather large cock was standing up tall, as I licked his toes one by one, slurping on them with duty and devotion. He moaned and I loved touching his balls. Barry had simply put, the nicest set I'd ever played with. His perfectly shaped penis was leaking precum, and his low hangers were showing that I was going to extract a lot from him. Bobbing up and down on his penis, I touched his shaved erogenous zones, and he buckled under my hands and mouth plowing away at him with precision. He was almost catatonic with delight, and I loved the taste of his musky rod and how he pulsated into my thick lips. Oh yes I had him completely under my spell, as he was soon literally leaning with his head back in complete joy. I slurped his precum in my mouth, and his salty balls were just what I had been looking for, as I edged his hole that soon would be my playground.
It was a well established dance of intimacy for both of us. As soon as my tongue went into him, he gasped and said, "Its all yours baby." In mere seconds, he was sucking my penis on his knees. Oh how I liked how his eyes, his lips, his being, were wrapped around me in such a passionate stance. The feeling of his wet mouth and lips on my hard on were so beyond words, and I literally just kept moaning, along with speaking some sort of gibberish. I felt my balls tighten up, so I touched his hair gently, and told him, "Get ready to get pounded." Like the good boy he was, Barry bent over as he knew what I like. He was proud to be my bottom, and I lubed him up gently, sliding in at a reasonable pace. I could feel his rear end latch on to my dick, and the warming lube and his tightness felt amazing. We went at it doggie style for awhile, and then he wanted to ride me. That was totally fine, as it was both of our favorite position. It allowed us to kiss, to look in each others eyes, to know that we were connected together. Damn, he was so tight, and my cock just aggressively pursued a course heading of its own. All the way inside him, he touched my balls gently, and I could feel the sweat and adrenaline mixing together. Just a few more. Oh yes, as he came all over me, I took the cum off of my abdomen onto my tongue, and snowballed it with Barry. The taste of his cum together on his tongue was too much, and I erupted like Mount Vesuvius in his asshole. Oh yes his shaved lower half was filled to the brim, and we both watched it rolling out of him as we kissed passionately. That night as he fell asleep, he whispered to me, "I love New York." I did too, and in the morning, there would be another intimate passionate love making session of our drive and vigor that always was turned on high alert level.