Slick's NY Adventures

Jason

After getting A showered and dressed we spent a quiet brunch together. Eggs Benedict, fresh fruit salad, and the leftover Panettone with fresh dulce de leche sauce.

A and I indulged in a few mimosas with fresh orange juice while Gabriel maintained his alcohol-free regimen. We toasted the day and our friendship. Without the pressure of gift-giving, having already given each other all we had to give, we relaxed and shared stories of the best Christmas gifts we received as children.

A and I excused ourselves to call Alex, something I had been quietly dreading all through brunch.

"Hey boys, Merry Christmas!" Alex shouted into the screen as we connected. A green and white elf hat perched on his head, a glass of champagne in his hand.

"Merry Christmas Alex," we said in unison.

"I miss my fucking handsome boys. Give me a kiss." His head lurched towards the camera, his lips filling the screen.

We both reflexively leaned away from the screen and A asked. "Are your drunk Alex? It's only 11 in the morning there."

"Had a little champagne yeah, wass wrong with that. Spending Christmas all alone while my boys are playing house with Papi Geeee. My god that's a big cock. Jason, are you ever coming home, or is he gonna keep you tied up in his basement next to Slick?" His head on his chin moping at us. He was in full-blown pity mode.

"Yes, Alex I will be home on New Year's day like we talked about. Why don't you get something to eat then go take a nap. Don't forget to open your presents. And your not alone ***** is there with you." When he was like this it was best to treat him like a child since he acted like one anyway.

Alex blew a raspberry at the screen. "Her! I think she's upstairs screwing the gardener. Slick are you still mad at me. Please don't be mad at me." His head kept slipping off his hand as he spoke.

"No Alex I'm not mad at you but listen to J and go eat something and lie down. Ok, babe. We love you, Alex. Merry Christmas." I was glad A decided to let things pass..for now.

"Love you, Alex," I shouted at the screen as he fumbled for the exit.

"Ok boys Alex loves you too. Nigh nign." The screen went dark.

We sat staring at the screen in silence till A said "We are never leaving him alone again for more than a day. I'll call Ms. Congeniality and make sure she looks after him."

"He's just sad. Remember how you felt when you knew you couldn't come home? It's the same thing. Plus Gabriel is kicking up all his age insecurities. Too bad there wasn't a way to get him in bed with Papi Geeeeee." I imitated Alex hoping A would laugh.

A turned and kissed me. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For always being the sane one." He kissed me again. "Come on. Let's see if we can get Gabriel to do some tourist shit with us today."

Slick 
After checking that Alex was Ok we went to find Gabriel. He was sitting on the terrace on his phone while sipping a cappuccino.

"Gabriel, do you come want to come sightseeing with us?" I asked

Without looking up from his phone he replied. "No Thank You, Angel. I have business to attend to."

Winking at J I dropped to my knees and placed my chin on G's massive thigh. Giving him my best sad puppy eyes I whined. "Please Master."

He chuckled but still stared at his phone. I then saw J kneel and copy me, placing his chin on the other knee. Counting down from 3 silently we said in unison "Pleeease Master!"

Putting down his phone he peered down at our sad puppy eyes with a stern face. Placing a hand on each head he said. "Ai, who can battle both dark and light at once. Fine, but I will be your tour guide. Go and prepare. Vamos! Meet me in 10 minutes at the front door. Fly my Angels."

Giggling like school girls J and I ran to my room to dress for a chilly afternoon in NYC.

Gabriel had his SUV waiting for us as we exited the building. No subway crowds for us today! We were traveling in style. I sat in the far back seat with my head poking out between them like the family dog. Expecting Gabriel to take us to St. Patrick's Cathedral I was surprised when we instead went to the west side and began making our way north past the usual tourist sites. Eventually, we were on the Henry Hudson Parkway, further north than I had yet traveled in the city.

I could see the George Washington Bridge in the distance and while wondering if we were headed to New Jersey when the car pulled off at the exit stating "The Cloisters." Pulling into a shades wooded green space and driving up a hill I could see what appeared to be a medieval church looming up ahead. Pulling in front of the guardhouse Gabriel told us to wait in the car as he stepped out and greeted the man on duty. They spoke briefly in Spanish to each other. I spotted Gabriel handing him something, possibly cash, as he shook his hand and wished him "Feliz Navidad." Tapping on the window he motioned for us to exit.

"What is this place," J asked, his architect eyes taking in the wide stone building.

"Technically it is a museum of medieval art and architecture. For me, it is sometimes a place of quiet contemplation. Come, let us explore. We have it to ourselves for a few hours. It is a benefit of knowing one or two board members." Here he hesitated. "Personally." He winked at me with on the last word.

Gabriel began giving us his version of a guided tour. The buildings were set around an open green square, each housing chapels. and all types of works of medieval art. The architect in J was thrilled by the chance to view valued ceilings and carved pillars he would normally have to travel to Europe to see. Gabriel seemed drawn to the religious icons of Saints and Martyrdom. My eyes were drawn to the stained glass and large sarcophagus', former resting places of medieval knights.

We wandered the buildings at a leisurely pace, J and I hand in hand, with J spouting facts I barely registered. Eventually, I noticed Gabriel had wandered off by himself somewhere. We continued for another 30 minutes until J became fascinated with a stone vaulted ceiling going on how it was all individual stones done by hand. My neck hurting from craning upward, I kissed him and said I was going to find our guide.

I found him sitting on a stone bench staring up at a series of tapestries. They depicted a medieval hunting party. In each, the prey was a unicorn, hunted, captured, killed then miraculously resurrected in the last one. An allegory for Christ I assumed.

Gabriel was staring intently at the cloth depicting the death of the unicorn, a look of sadness covering his face. The track of a dried tear still clear on his cheek. Quietly I slid beside him. Taking his hand in mine and lifting it to my lips, I kissed it and lay them together in my lap.

After a few minutes Gabriel released a long sigh and as if finally noticing my presence patted the top of my hand grasping his and said. "Here is the history of mankind my Angel. We hunt and destroy what frightens us, or fascinates us, or is different from us."

Seeing a chance to peek behind the leather mask I allowed myself to ask in a quiet voice. "Who was he, Gabriel?" I kept my gaze on the tapestry as I felt his head turn to stare at me.

Turning back to the wall he began to tell me his story.

Gabriel

"His name was Nicolás but to me he was Nico. My family was wealthy, his was poor. He came to us at 15 to work on our ranch. His blond hair made him stand out as different from the start, German genes from his father's side. The father had abandoned his mother and 4 children. He needed to work to support both himself and his younger siblings, so living on the ranch helped him greatly. We only visited the ranch on holidays but spent our summers there. I first met him that summer. I was required to work with the ranch hands to ensure I knew how things were run since one day it would be mine.

He was a terrible horseman, and since I was only a year older, my father instructed me to train him on riding and the care of the horses. We spent our free time roaming on horseback and afterward I trained him how to groom and care for the horses and their gear. He was a fast learner, with a beautiful smile, that glowed at me whenever I complimented him.

Sighing he continued. " I began wanting to see his smile more and more and often fell asleep picturing him shirtless, the muscles of his toned young body gleaming as he brushed down the horses after a day of hard riding. He was very gentle and kind with them and I began to wish it was me he was rubbing with his hands and not the horses."

Grasping my hand hard he implored me. "Angel you have to realize I was raised in a very Catholic and masculine environment. Being the only son of a wealthy man I was taught all the manly arts in expectation of taking over the family duties upon my father's death. Thoughts of this kind about a poor ranch hand, no matter how beautiful, scared me deeply. I am ashamed to say I became cruel to my Nico as the summer came to a close. Treating him more like a servant than a friend, as I had done prior. I could see the hurt in his eyes but I did not care. Then summer ended and I went back to school, determined to rid myself of all such thoughts and dedicate myself to the Blessed Virgin Mother begging her to release me of my lust for this boy. "

As his grip released on mine I raised his hand to my lips and kissed it as he continued. "I did not return to the ranch until just before July 9th, Argentine Independence day, when my father decided to host a family reunion. Many of my extended family would be coming from around the country. Now 17 my father sent me alone to see to the preparations for the gathering. Armed with my newfound protection of the Blessed Mother I strode into the corral to shatter my boyish infatuation with this peasant boy. "

Chucking he carried on. "I was struck dumb as I saw him walk towards me. He had grown both in height and body in the 5 months since I had seen him. Standing 6'2", his blond hair flowing under his straw cowboy hat. His jeans clinging to his hips as he strode towards me, more a man now than a boy. His green eyes pierced me in the heart as he stopped and stood facing me. Unable to speak I just stared at him. Even though I rose 3 inches over him in height I was under his control. He finally lowered his eyes and said meekly. 'Master it's good to have you back.' This was the first time anyone had called me Master and it shook me. I did not want to be his master, I wanted him to be mine. Finally, I found my voice and replied 'Nico you've grown. You are a man now not the young boy I left here months ago.' The fact I was talking to him as a friend and not a servant seemed to please him and that beautiful smile I craved spread across his face"

I looked at Gabriel's face as it began to glow in remembrance. "Since I was the master, a least temporarily, I instructed the foreman that Nico was needed to assist me personally in preparing for the party. I wanted him near me as much as possible. Whenever we could break away we would ride somewhere quiet and walk the horses and talk. He told me of his dreams of going back to school to hopefully one day manage a ranch like ours, and how he wished he could be closer to his family to help his mother with the younger siblings. I talked about my fears of not living up to my family's expectations and how I wished to travel, especially to New York, a city I had loved after seeing it in movies from a young age."

"We could both feel the sexual tension between us but had no idea how to act on it. We finally began talking about sex. I was a virgin but had received oral sex from a girl after a school dance. Nico had slept with one of the loose women the ranch hands brought around from time to time. We mentioned how these experiences left us cold, more a rite of passage than enjoyment."

"We then began to discuss what we yeared for it to be like. We both said we wanted to learn how to kiss correctly but had no one to practice on. Gathering my courage I said. 'Why not with each other?' I watched him blush in response so I pulled him into me and removing his hat kissed him quietly on the lips. He giggled then pressed his lips back to mine. We spent the rest of that afternoon exploring each other's mouths, going from amateurs to experts quickly. We could both feel each other's manhood hard beneath our jeans but were too scared to move forward. Just having him in my arms, tasting his mouth, smelling his musk was enough for now."

Gabriel now placed my hand in his lap rubbing it with both of his. I knew he was ready to share the most intimate details of his first love. I leaned my head on his shoulder as he continued. "Finally the night of the reunion came and the family had been eating and drinking all day and into the night. The children and young adults began lighting off fireworks in the night sky. I wandered through the groups of people knowing there was only one person I wanted to be with this night. Grabbing a bottle of wine I fled into the night searching for him. I found him alone in the corral patiently calming the horses who had been spooked by the fireworks. I stood silently watching him soothe the large beasts and knew I had to have those hands soothing me this night. Grabbing a clean horse blanket I walked up to him. Holding up the wine I pointed to the hayloft and was rewarded with his gleaming smile."

"We settled ourselves on the blanket and began passing the wine between us while stealing wine-soaked kisses as we sipped. At one point he rolled me onto my back and let wine drip from his lips into my open mouth, splashing my shirt wet in the process. He suggested I take the wet shirt off and I dared him to do it himself. Pressing his mouth to mine he slowly unbuttoned my shirt and spreading it wide and then moved his mouth and hands to my chest and nipples."

"Finally those hands I had yearned for were stroking me, his tongue making wine-stained circles around my nipples in the process. I grasped his head to my chest with one hand and began lifting his shirt over his head with the other. Clumsily we stripped each other naked and clinging together rolled around on the blanket exploring our bodies with hands and mouths. "

"Needing to taste him I pushed him down onto his back and ran my mouth and hands down his chest. Grabbing his beautiful uncut cock in my hands I ran my tongue around the foreskin and tip and began stroking it until the head was standing free. Placing my mouth over it slowly I took as much of it as I could manage into my mouth. Nico began moaning and writhing, even though I am sure it was the worst blow job in history. We didn't care we just needed to feel and taste each other. I sucked him for a few minutes and then he turned himself until he was facing my cock and began sucking me as well. We soon blasted mutual loads into each other's mouths and faces so much was our lust for each other."

"We wiped each other's faces with the blanket then clung to each other talking about nothing and everything. At one point he said he wished I had fucked him but that this was not the right place or time. His admission made me rise again and he jerked me off, my manhood between us, as he told me all he wanted me to do to him and all he wanted to do to me. After I exploded onto our stomachs, we finished the wine and fell asleep in each other's arms. Waking in the early pre-dawn light we quietly dressed and with a quick kiss parted without a word."

"I told my father I would be remaining to oversee the cleanup of the party for 2 days before returning to school. He took it as a sign of my growing maturity when in fact it was a ruse to get Nico into my bed. I could not get the thought of fucking him out of my head. I searched the internet for information on how to prepare for anal sex and gathered the necessary equipment. Eagerly awaiting Nico I lit candles in my bathroom and bedroom to set the mood. As the wicks burnt down and still no Nico I drifted unhappily off to sleep. I awoke to a tapping on my window sometime later. Smiling through the glass Nico motioned for me to let him in. Quickly apologizing, the foreman had stayed up late drinking with friends taking advantage of the leftover alcohol from the party, and he had to wait to sneak out.

"I took him into the bathroom where we prepped then bathed together. Drying each other off I led him to my bed. We kissed tenderly for a while until Nico pressed me down onto my back and lowered his head to my member. Using his mouth and tongue he quickly brought me close to the edge before climbing onto my lap. He then began running my member between his cheeks. Leaning down to kiss me he quietly begged me to take him and make him my own. I quickly lubricated my member and placing his wonder upon it until he slowly began engulfing me. I lay staring at his face as the sensation of entering him sent shockwaves across my brain. I had never felt anything that good or pure in my life. The candlelight framing his head from behind made him appear saintly. Here was an Angel come to anoint me into the wonders of love. "

"We slowly made love for the first time, neither wishing it to end too fast, nor me to hurt my Angel. I grasped his hard buttocks in my hands and slowly opened his love chamber with my member, with him laying his head onto my chest, cooing his songs of love to me, as we slowly became one. As he opened wider for me, he rose and begged me to fuck him harder. Grabbing his hips I began to force myself into him deeper and faster, all while calling his name. 'Nico. Nico. My Nico.' He smiled down at me his face flushed with pleasure, beatific in his beauty, until finally I could no longer hold back and felt my manhood begin flooding up and into him. He cried out as he felt me release inside him and jetted his own essence onto my chest. Crumbling to my chest we lay there with my arms wrapped around him. Raising his head he looked at my face and puzzled wiped something away from my cheek. 'Gabriel, why are you crying?' He asked. Not realizing I had been I replied 'Because you are so beautiful mi amor." We slept cradled together, with his face to my chest, until he had to slip away as dawn began creeping over the mountains."

"After that night I spent every spare moment at the ranch. My father was pleased to see me take my place and relieve some of his burdens. Most nights and a few afternoons on the pampas were spent in Nico's arms. "

"Once I was determined to have Nico take me, to own me as he had let me own him, I made a plan. I did not want him having to sneak away like a thief in the night. I wanted to offer myself to him and bask in our love afterward.

"Telling the foreman my father asked me to check the small cabin at the edge of our property and make any necessary repairs I informed him Nico and I would be making the trek and staying overnight. I packed the food bags myself to ensure they included Nico's favorites and hid my prep kit among my baggage."

"We left just after dawn and slowly made our way, enjoying the beauty of the land, stopping for an early lunch by a stream. I fed him some of his gifts while his head lay in my lap. Pushing on we arrived just past noon. I sent Nico to gather wood while I swept and aired the cabin. Placing unlit candles around the room I pushed 2 bunks together. I covered them with clean sheets and pillowcases placing our sleeping bags on top."

"I set Nico to building a fire while I unpacked dinner and uncorked the wine. We ate on a rug in front of the fire, feeding each other from time to time, enjoying being able to finally relax and be ourselves together for once. After dinner, we sat on the porch looking at the stars. We began planning our future. I would attend college in Buenos Aires and Nico would come and stay with me while he got his high school equivalency and then his minimal requirements in ranch management. As the night chilled we went back inside and snuggled by the fire. As his eyes closed I slipped away and prepared myself for our lovemaking.

"Returning I lit the candles and then kissed him awake and led him to our makeshift love nest. Undressing him I slowly played my tongue all over his body until finally taking his uncut member into my mouth. Kneeling before him I explored every inch of his musky cock and balls my head reeling from his scent and taste. Having brought him to a full erection I stood and said. 'Tonight my Angel I offer myself to you for your pleasure. I wish you to own me completely and bind me to you. Use me as you wish.'"

"I lay down onto our bed awaiting my fate. Nico bent over me and kissed me deeply. I felt his fingers begin to explore my ring of joy. Reaching up he slid two into my mouth and slowly began opening me by placing first one then the other inside me, alternating each until my hole could fit both at once. Gasping from his handling of my hole I kissed him hard and felt myself begin grinding my buttocks onto his hand. Finally, I pulled his head back and told him 'Take me and own me, Nico. I am yours and no one else's. Forever.'"

'Hearing these words Nico removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. His hunger for me set up a passion deep inside me and I moaned, begged, and pleaded for more and more of his sweet love. Finally, he rose and, with fire in his eyes, threw my legs into the air and ravished me deep with his manhood. I came many times that night, many, many times, as my sweet Nico used me over and over. Finally, near dawn we fell into an exhausted sleep, woken only by the sound of the horses needing to be fed and watered."

"That summer was my true summer of love as both Nico and I grew closer to manhood. We explored every inch of the ranch and every inch of each other over those months, our love deepening as the days began to shorten. It was with great sadness I left him for my last term at school but I would be 18 at Easter and then I would come back and claim him for my own. "

Here Gabriel paused. Kissing my hand he stood and walked toward the tapestry as if wanting to see something deeper inside it. Something that would make sense of what came next.

'I was young Angel. Young and in love and reckless. I foolishly thought our love would conquer any obstacle. How sad that makes me even now."

"I decided I would tell my family everything once I turned 18. In my arrogance and naivete, I did not consult Nico or even consider his wishes. We would be at the ranch for Easter, which was 2 days after my birthday, I could welcome Nico into my life openly as I, to my shame now, blindly believed."

"My Father went insane upon hearing my words. That his son would speak such filth and profess to love a servant let alone a dirty maricón was sacrilege to him. In his rage, he grabbed a bullwhip from the wall of his den and struck me hard across the face and head. I still bear a scar under my hair from his beating. Calling for his servants he had me locked into my room with guards stationed outside my door and below my window so I could not escape. My mother sat weeping and praying for my soul but offered no comfort to my body. Servants came under guard to treat my bloody head but otherwise, I was left alone."

"Crazed at what my father would do to my beloved I waited until just before dawn, knowing the guards would be nodding off I silently climbed down the wall. Once there I mercilessly beat a guard senseless who happen to stumble upon me. Stealing his coat and gun I went in search of Nico."

"I went to the bunkhouse and smashed open the door. The men were drunk and snoring but Nico was not among them. Walking to the back to the room I poked the foreman awake with the shotgun and asked where Nico was. The look of horror on his drunken face froze my bones. Telling him I would blow his face off if he did not tell me, all he could utter was "The south wheat field" over and over again. Saddling a horse I rode off."

Here he stopped. I was unsure if he would go on so I sat there quietly holding my breath until finally, I heard him sob.

"I found him there. They had beat him bloody and unrecognizable then tied him to a scarecrow pole where he slowly bled out his life. I fell to my knees weeping, cursing God and my father over and over until I knew I was cursing myself. My arrogance, my blindness, my selfishness. I cut him down and placed him across the horse. I rode until I came to the nearest village outside our ranch. Finding the church I handed the body to them and told them to sell the horse to pay for the funeral. The priest offered me a cot where I passed out for over 20 hours. They woke me to give me some soup and bread and informed me the funeral would be in a hour. I washed myself and then watched them bury my Nico and my childhood into the ground."

I walked from the village and never returned to my family. I made my way to Buenos Aires and did what I had to do to survive until finally, I came to the attention of a Master in the art of hurting people. Rich people. People like my father. I begged to be taken on as his assistant until finally, he agreed. I also sought out Nico's mother and began sending them money to help to try to atone for my sins. I eventually mastered my art and rose to prominence there but New York called to me. I had nothing holding me in Argentina except Nico's family and I could send money just as easily from New York as Buenos Aires. So I came here and became the man you met my Angel. This broken man. I understand if you wish to break our arrangement. I only thank you for your kindness."

As he turned to face me I felt a strong hand grasping my shoulder. J had slipped in unheard at some point. I could hear his sobbing over my own. Taking his hand we wordlessly walked over to Gabriel and wrapped him into our arms. Taking his face in my hands I kissed both his cheeks and just said "That poor boy." not knowing if I meant Nico or the younger Gabriel or both.

Finally, Gabriel broke from our grasp and raising himself to his full height said. "Angels I will now go to the chapel to say my act of contrition since I have finished my confession. Please meet me in the courtyard in 30 minutes."

We watched him until he knelt at the altar then giving him privacy we began strolling hand in hand towards the courtyard. I finally asked J. "How much did you hear?"

"Enough A. I heard enough." Tightening his grip on my hand we walked together in silence.

To be continued...