Slick's NY Adventures

Angel

Gabriel's confession and following contrition left him drained, like Superman and kryptonite. Without needing to speak we directed the driver to take us straight home. J and I switched places in the SUV so I could lay Gabriel's head in my lap during the silent ride back downtown. We each took his hand as we walked into the building and rode the elevator up to the penthouse. Guiding him up to his room, together we stripped him then put him to bed. Stipping down to our briefs we cuddled him until we were sure he was sleeping. Once I heard his deep breathing that signaled true sleep I raised my eyebrow to J and we quietly gathered our clothes and leaving the door open tiptoed from the room.

Quickly dressing in my room I began leading J to Gabriel's study to talk, the terrace was too close to G's bedroom and I didn't want to take a chance of him overhearing us. Phillip appeared as we passed through the kitchen. I told him the Master was sleeping and that J and I were going into the study to talk. Not knowing if Gabriel had planned dinner for tonight I asked him. Phillip shook his head no so I advised him not to bother, we could order something to be delivered. In the city that never slept food was always available for delivery, even on Christmas.

Grabbing two water bottles J and I sat facing each other on the small sofa. J was deep in thought. Leaning in I kissed him and asked him what was on his mind.

"I'm just trying to process how a father could do something like that to his son and that poor boy. I mean my parents aren't thrilled about my lifestyle but mostly I think because I wasn't honest with them or myself. It's taken over 2 years but they are finally coming around, although our thruple still confuses them, but hey sometimes it still confuses me." Here he smiled at me then again turned dark. "All I could picture when he described finding Nico was your face and the scared the hell out of me." He reached out and stroked my face tenderly to emphasize his point. What he said next chilled me. "If someone ever hurt you I'd kill them!" The darkness in his face scared me deeply. I needed to snap him out of his train of thought.

"Hey!" I said sharply and watched his eyes snap to my face. "First of all nobody's going to hurt me. Second I'm a big boy and can take of myself so take that macho bullshit somewhere else. Your job is not to protect me, it's to love me. You can have my back but leave the rest to me. Ok stud?" I smiled at the stud to let him know I wasn't mad just concerned. I was rewarded with a trademark full Jason blush.

"Ok. Ok. Point taken....Master." He chuckled and leaned in for a kiss.

"What I don't understand is why he goes back there every year. He told me he goes to visit his family every year for a few weeks at New Years'. If it was me I would never step foot anywhere near them again. It doesn't make sense."

I heard a squeak of latex and turned my head. Unnoticed by either of us Phillip had entered the study with a platter of cheese and fruit, apparently unable to turn off his service mode. Having finally gotten Gabriel to open up I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass without trying to get more information. I knew that zipper opened having seen him bobbing on Phillipe's cock only a few weeks ago. Let's see if it does more than suck.

"Phillip I need to ask you something." Phillip immediately stood at attention. "Gabriel is sleeping now because he finally shared about Nico with us. What I don't understand is why he goes back home every year after what his family did to them. I know you probably have the answers. We really just want to know because we care about him and hate that he's so unhappy." Phillip stood still. A black hole that no light could penetrate. I decided to add. "I did keep your secret about Phillipe so you know you can trust me." J raised his eyebrow at me. I shook my head to tell him it wasn't important.

I could see wheels turning somewhere under the latex hood. Phillip's eyes shifted to J, running up and down his toned torso, clad only in a tight-fitting long sleeve white t-shirt. My wheels started turning as well. Phillip had a type apparently. Gabriel and Phillipe were both dark-skinned Latin men. J, while Italian, had the same dark Mediterranean look. I may have to barter my husband for answers I thought.

Moving closer to J on the sofa I slid my hand slowly down his muscular thigh. J opened his mouth and got out a "Wha..." before I shushed him and turning to kiss him and whispered, "Follow my lead."

Turning back to Phillip I said. "I know that zipper opens Phillip. I saw that when you were helping Philippe out. How about we make a deal. For every question, you answer Jason will remove one article of clothing" Quickly counting in my head I had 8 questions, 7 if J didn't have his tank top on but he usually wore one. They showed off his chest perfectly and he was vain enough about his body to not wear one. J leaned into me and said, "I only have a jock on!" Waving him away I looked and Phillip and slid J's sleeve up revealing his tan skin and hairy arm.

"Do we have a deal?"

Jason

Gabriel's confession was all my worst closeted nightmares come true times a thousand. I had only ever imagined the loss of my family, friends, and position as a leader. The one I had built up around myself, that shielded me like a suit of armor. I never imagined physical danger. His story did confirm that my feelings about him were right. There was a good man in there. He had just been beating himself, and others, up for the past 20 years for a mistake made when he was barely grown.

Hearing Gabriel's unbelievable tale of horror had left me scared for Alex and A. More for A since God help anyone who got in Alex's face. If anyone ever hurt A I don't know what I would be capable of doing. After telling A this he put me in my place, rightly so, but the thoughts still lingered.

A wanted to discuss if we could help Gabriel forgive himself if that was even possible. I was willing but had no clue how to go about it. Since he was much closer to Gabriel I allowed him to run with his thoughts. He was filling me in on what he thought were inconsistencies when he suddenly stopped. We both realized Phillip was in the room and I could see A's mind churning.

I had gotten used to Phillip and had no fear of him but he still spooked A. Since I towered over him both in height and body mass I never felt threatened by him or his gear. Having learned so much about myself these past two years, plus running an Inn that catered to mostly Gay men, I had developed a live and let live attitude. Any consenting behavior between 2 or more adults was fine in my books. We even tried to cater to some of the guests' more exotic requests where and when we could.

However, when A began "pimping" me out to Phillip I had some issues. First I was only wearing a jock and I wasn't sure how I felt about Phillip seeing my ass, no matter how proud of it I was. (I am pretty vain about my body tbh). Second, if he expected me to let Phillip blow me he could just forget that. The zipper across his mouth would have my penis hiding like a turtle in its shell.

I watched Phillip think about A's strip question offer. I leaned into A and whispered, "I not letting him blow me." A gave me the stink eye but nodded in agreement. I inwardly groaned as Phillip slowly began to slide the zipper open.

Slick

I smiled inwardly when Phillip unzipped his mask. J was being a bitch about it but I knew I could pretty much talk him into anything short of sticking his cock between those aluminum-covered lips. In my rush for information, I blurted out.

"Does Gabriel talk to his family? Who does he see in Argentina?"

Phillip cleared his throat and a raspy voice squeaked out. "That's two questions. No, he does not speak with his family. He goes to Argentina to see Nico's family and visit the ranch where Nico was killed." Phillip's mouth snapped shut and his gaze turned to Jason expectantly.

I turned to J and raised my eyebrow at him. It took him a few seconds to realize what I meant. With a sigh, he bent over and united a shoe, and removed it. We kept staring at him until he uttered an "Oh!" and quickly untied the other shore and dropped it dramatically to the floor. Luckily we weren't in San Diego or else he probably wouldn't be wearing socks!

I frantically began thinking of my next question not sure how long I could keep Phillip waiting or worse if Gabriel was to wake up and find us. 'Ok why the ranch if he doesn't speak to his family? Does he sneak in and sit some kind of vigil? Is it dangerous?' Finally, I settled on one.

"Who owns the Ranch?"

Phillip's response stunned me. "The Master." Mouth clamped shut his eyes watched intently as J peeled off his right sock. I swear I heard a quiet moan escape Phillip's lips.

'Gabriel owns the ranch? Did his father die and actually leave it to him?' I found that hard to believe but I couldn't think of any other question to ask.

"Did his father leave it to him?"

"No." Was Phillip's terse response. 'Shit' I thought as we watched J peel off his other sock. Was it my imagination or was he pulling it off extra slowly? I checked his package and saw he was chubbing up. Wow, I never knew he was such an exhibitionist. I filed that information away for later..

Phillip's eyes were glued to J's feet. J's head was pointing down, not looking at Phillip, but he was also slowly flexing his toes and arches at him. 'The fucking flirt!' I thought.

'Ok so he must have gotten the ranch some other way but that's not important. Why does he make his pilgrimage at Christmas and not Easter when Nico was killed?' I opened my mouth to ask my next question but Phillip raised his hand to stop me.

"Master Avery this could take all night and we both know the Master could wake up at any time. I like you and believe you have his best interests at heart so I'll cut to the chase. I'll tell you everything I know if he" here he pointed to Jason, "strips slowly and then fucks you in front of me. Do we have a deal?"

Stunned I stared at Phillip with my mouth open. He nodded at me and I turned to J. He was blushing but from the bulge in his pants, it seemed he was getting off at the idea. Turning back to Phillip I said. "Deal."

Phillip turned to look at J. Still blushing J stood and slowly began lifting his long-sleeved T-shirt over his head. I heard Phillip take a sharp intake of breath as J pushed the shirt up over his neck and left it there, his plump pecs straining against his tank top. J then did the classic bodybuilder pec pump and I thought Phillip was going to pass out. Breaking his concentration I yelled "Hey, start talking." as I watched J lift the bottom of his tank top out of his jeans and flash his happy trail.

Phillip

"I did an extensive background check on the Master before I submitted to being his servant. I assume he told you about his love affair and Nico's murder at his father's direction and his move to New York. What he probably didn't tell you I what he did to his father before he left Argentina"

Phillip took his eyes off J, who had now unbuckled the top button of his jeans and had his tank halfway up his chest, stroking his abs like a stripper. I shook my head no at Phillip and his eyes went back to ogling J.

"While his family was rich by Argentine standards they were not fabulously wealthy by ours. Most of their money was tied up in the ranch and some investments. While it did afford them a nice life and the Master and his 2 sisters never wanted for anything growing up the ranch and the house in Buenos Aires were both heavily mortgaged."

Still not looking at Phillip, J had lifted the tank over his head and wore it now like a shoulder strap. He then began cupping his pecs and flicking his nipples with his fingers. I could see his bulge straining against his jock under his jeans.

"Once the Master became the Master in Buenos Aires and began making good money he began secretly buying up his family's debt through various frontmen."

"Eventually the family's investments took a downturn as the market collapsed and his father could no longer make the mortgage payments. Through his frontmen, the Master set up a meeting with his father to supposedly talk about restructuring the debt."

Phillip's attention was distracted here as he watched J slowly lower the zipper on his jeans as he pulled his straining jock-covered cock and balls into view. I loudly cleared my throat to get Phillip back on track.

"The meeting was at the masters' work studio. He hired a fake receptionist for the day to greet his father and then kept him waiting while sounds of screaming and moaning could be heard from the next room. Finally, after thirty minutes he had the woman escort his father into the room."

"The next part is now a local legend in the BDSM community there so take some of it with a grain of salt. The Master had a few clients, the legends sometimes say as many as 10, strapped to various equipment. These were all men know to his father, their faces clearly visible. To get them to agree the Master told them his father would be of no importance afterward so they had nothing to fear from him. The Master was dressed in his Red Devil leather outfit, complete with horns. As his father entered he was whipping one of the clients, only stopping once he knew his father recognized him. Walking over to him he said, and this we heard directly from the one client who would speak with my investigators, for a price of course."

"'Father welcome. I thought it was time you saw what a success your son has made of himself. It is all thanks to you of course. As you can see your friends enjoy my special skills but we both know it is you who should be in their place. I would happily offer you my services. Free of charge of course.'" Here he tapped his father lightly on the shoulder with the butt end of his whip and waited for his father's reply. It never came. His father dropped to the floor, the victim of a major stroke. He lingered in the hospital for a week before finally passing away."

J had by this time pulled his jeans down to his knees and was rubbing his hands on his butt cheeks when he suddenly stopped and finally looked at Phillip with his mouth open as his words sunk in. I was equally stung but a voice in my head said. 'Good!'

"What did Gabriel do next?" I asked, but Phillip would not continue until J also restarted. I had a brief heated whispered discussion with J before he finally agreed. He finally, but slowly,  turned around and bent over slightly showing off his muscled ass while he began to slide the jockstrap downward. 'He really likes to show off!' I thought.

I repeated my question to Phillip.

"The day after his father's funeral he called in the debt. He quickly auctioned off everything from the Buenos Aires house. The house itself and all its contents. His mother retreated to a convent where she passed away ten years later. The Master never once saw either her or his sisters. He gave his sisters a big enough dowry for to each to marry well then he forgot them."

J turned to face Phillip, his now naked cock covered by his hands. He slowly alternated one hand to his chest, running it up to his abs to his pec then back down replacing the hand and restarting the process with the other. 'Did he take stripper lessons since I Ieft?' I thought. But back to Phillip.

"The only thing he kept was the ranch. He fired all the ranch hands, ran them off himself actually we heard, and then slowly turned it into a home for LGBTQ street children. It's now a safe place for those kids turned out by their families for being queer. Those left with no other option except to live on the streets and either steal or sell themselves to eat. Those lucky enough to find it anyway. The reason he visits every year is to ensure things are being run to his expectations and to oversee their Three Kings Day celebration. That's when most Argentinian's exchange gifts. He has turned the site of Nico's execution into an outdoor meeting place where the youngsters can sit and share their hopes and dreams. At the center of the spot still stands a scarecrow pole and Nico's blood-stained straw hat, which the Master had kept. It stands as a symbol of how to overcome hatred. To those who have stayed at the ranch and succeeded at life, Nico is now something of a Saint."

J was now standing facing Phillip, his legs spread wide with his knees slightly bent, stroking his hard cock slowly with one hand while running the other up and down his rock-hard abs. 'Porn' I thought. 'They have definitely been watching too much porn since I Ieft.' I still had one last question though.

"What happened to Nico's family?"

Phillip's gaze was fixed on J's rock-hard cock. His breath was becoming shallow as he watched J slowly fist his fat 7 inches. Calling his name I repeated the question.

"Gabriel continued to support Nico's family until his siblings graduated and started their careers. A brother and sister are both doctors, working mostly with the poor. The other sister is a lawyer working as a child advocate. They all sit on the board of the foundation called 'Refugio de Angulos' or Angles Refuge that Gabriel started. It manages the ranch and has an outreach center for street children."

Slick

I stood there trying to process the information Phillip has just divulged. The cruelty of how Gabriel had broken his father combined with the kindness he displayed towards Nico's family. Also setting up a foundation to help and the street kids clearly showed two sides of the same man. A man still reeling in pain and shame from his past mistakes. Trying some way to make things better since he could not undo the past. Also turning the ranch into a place for gay teens was a final "Fuck You" to his late father and a way to keep Nico's memory alive.

I remained lost in thought until I finally heard J plead. "Hey A, a little help here!" Looking up I could see J had retreated to the sofa. Phillip had moved closer than J apparently was comfortable with. He was still rock hard but his arms were stretched atop the sofa, his jeans and jock around his ankles, a slight look of fear on his face. I chuckled internally seeing my big strong husband sitting there trapped by skinny latex-clad Phillip.

Walking over I stood between them and said "Phillip we really appreciate the information but zip it please. This is my cock." Kneeling in front of J I took his fat rod in my hand and began stroking it. Looking up at him I shrugged. "A deals a deal." Then buried his juicy cock deep into my mouth.

I could hear Phillip back away as J began moaning. I felt one hand move to the top of my head and his other slide to my chin as he began guiding me up and down his cock. While I didn't require the direction this was J's usual sign that he didn't want a "Slick Special" but wanted use my mouth as his personal fleshlight. Something about being watched by Phillip was making J want to show off for his latex voyeur.

Relaxing my mouth and throat J grabbed a fistful of my hair and, with his other strong hand holding my jaw steady, he began sliding my mouth up and down his thick cock. I used my tongue to lick the shaft until his manhandling of my head picked up speed. Keeping my mouth and throat relaxed I just hung on for the ride.

As J used my face I began running my hands up and down his chiseled abs and pecs. I began tweaking his nipples every now and then to remind him two could play.

Every tweak resulted in J slamming my face down onto his groin and holding his cock in me balls deep. His cock was becoming coated in thick ropes of my saliva, glistening in the dim light of the room. I could hear Phillip's breathing begin to speed up through his mask behind me.

Finally having enough of using my throat J placed his hands under my arms pulling me to his face. His brute strength still thrilled me after two years of being his willing bottom. Grabbing my head with one hand he unbuttoned my jeans. With one motion he slid down my jeans and briefs, exposing my naked ass to Phillip behind us. With a hard slap to each cheek, he moved to my crack and parted me exposing my hole. I heard Phillip draw a deep breath inward as J's fingers began circling my pink ring. As J's fat middle finger invaded me deep both Phillip and I moaned in unison.

Finally having J to myself, Phillip notwithstanding, unleashed the horny teen inside me. The boy who had lusted for his best friend for almost 10 years. The boy who had stolen his jockstrap and covered his face with it while masturbating in his lonely twin bed over and over until the smell dissipated. Only to swap it out again and again. 'I still have the last one I stole hidden somewhere' I thought as I moaned into his mouth.

I began riding his finger, using my ass to fuck myself against his digit, as my own cock began to leak precum onto J's abs. Sensing my need J slid his other hand into my mouth. I sucked his fingers wet and then felt him move it to my hole. Feeling pressure I stopped bucking and pressing my face into J's neck. I felt him slide the same finger of his other hand inside. Impaled on his fingers, feeling my hole begin to stretch open wider, I threw my head back and groaned into the air like an animal then crashed my mouth down onto his.

I began mewling into J's mouth as I tried to devour it with my own. Pressing my tongue deeper and deeper into him as his fingers invaded and stretched me wide. My hands were clawing at his pecs, pulling at his muscles, twisting his nipples. Phillip, the room, Gabriel's story, they all disappeared in my lust for my muscle God, my first love, my husband, my one.

Releasing his mouth I slid my tongue around to his ear. J's ears were super sensitive to touch and I rarely used this knowledge but today I wanted him to take me and take me hard. Sliding my tongue into his ear I whispered: "Fuck me, Daddy." The use of the hated phrase and my tongue working his ear sent him a clear signal that this was no sensual meeting. I wanted him to use me however he saw fit.

With the signal sent I could feel J tense. With a few last pulls on my hole, I felt his fingers slip out. I cried into his ear at the emptiness I felt. Placing his hands on each cheek he lifted me high in the air and slid down until his cockhead was resting against my still pulsing ring. Biting his ear now I whispered, "Do it!"

With a sudden thrust, his fat cock filled my ass balls deep. My head snapped up off his ear and an I released a howl from deep inside my chest. Head thrown back, chest pushed forward I gasped as my hole spasmed around his manhood. J placed a hand onto chest and with the other still on my ass began fucking me deep and hard. There was no slow start, no mercy. Using all his leg and ab muscles he invaded me over and over. His strong hands holding me in place I was his willing captive.

I began crying out "Yes J yes! Take me. Use me. Own me. Harder J! Harder!" As his onslaught became faster and more brutal I began flopping around on top of him as if my bones had turned to mush inside me. All my earlier tension released I became one thing, a conduit for J's cock and cum.

My hole felt on fire as J's cock rubbed along its walls over and over. My need now was now to feel him fill me. I wanted his cum to quench the flames. I began squeezing my hole around his cock and was rewarded with J's own moans of pleasure. Knowing he was close I pressed both hands to his straining abs and began slamming my hole down with each up-stroke.

With a shout, J grabbed my hips and slammed me downward, impaling me deeply, as I felt his load blast upward inside me. I shouted aloud as rope after rope of his hot load flooded me deeply. I collapsed onto his chest and felt him wrap his strong arms around me. He began kissing my head and lifting it by my chin searched my face with his eyes. Seeing only pleasure there he returned my head to his chest as we slowly regulated our breathing, as our hands slowly exploring each other in our post-coital bliss.

Kissing his chest I sat up, his half-hard cock still buried inside my well-used hole. Running my hand through his hair then down his face I said. "Thank you, babe."

"For what?" He asked grinning

"For everything. For just being you, for loving me, but for right now knowing what I needed and giving it to me without question." Bending down I kissed him sweetly then snuggled my face back in his chest.

Rustling my hair J responded, "Well I am a giver your know."

Chuckling against his chest I said. "Oh, I know how much you like to give....Daddy." I felt his chest shaking as he began to laugh under me.

Slapping my ass he chuckled and said. "Alex has been a very bad influence on you babe."

We disengaged and I began sliding my briefs and jeans back up to contain J's load from slipping out onto the sofa. Suddenly we heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. 'Shit! Phillip!' I thought. In my lust for Jason, I had completely forgotten about him. Sliding off of J I turned to face Phillip only to see Gabriel leaning against the door frame.

His face was blank so I was unable to read his expression. Glancing around the room, taking in J's nude body, my struggles to button my pants, his gaze finally resting on Phillip. The sound of Phillip zipping his mouth closed the only sound in the room.

"Glad to see you are making yourselves at home my Angels." He said in a monotone.

"Gabriel we are so sorry.." as I began to explain he raised his hand to cut me off.

"No need my Angel. I was lucky enough to overhear your devotions of love at the end and know that this was not some cheap show to retrieve information from my faithful, but sometimes weak, servant. We shall say no more of it." Glancing at J's naked body he finished with "I will leave you to collect yourselves and order us in some dinner." Nodding at us he turned away.

Sticking his head back into the room he said.

"Phillip I think the sofa and rug could use a good cleaning. See to it tomorrow."

Phillip nodded his head glumly and bowed in response then followed his master, the sound of our giggling trailing behind him.

To be continued...