Slick's NY Adventures

** Dedicated to those who demanded it. Thanks for your support! **

Jason, Alex, and I spent 5 days in New York. Gabriel had rented us a hotel suite, ironically at my old hotel. Imagine the look on Michael the desk clerk's face when I introduced him to my husbands and that's how you can picture me all that week. The high of graduating and reuniting with my lovers to the low of losing a truly sweet and kind man in one day left me shell-shocked. To compensate I walked around the city with a grin plastered on my face agreeing to whatever Alex and J wanted. We visited all of Alex's old stomping grounds, went to Central Park again, took in a Broadway play, don't ask me which one, nothing registered except my boys. We even met Brian for a quick lunch by the firehouse where we all took pictures sitting on the firetruck after. Nothing registered.

The boys were sweet and undemanding. What little sex there was were mostly them giving me oral or hand jobs in bed or in the shower, always initiated by them. They made no other sexual demands on me but instead sat waiting for me to make the first move. I frankly didn't have the energy. After being rung through the emotional ringer my libido was at its lowest ebb in my life.

Friday night J and I stayed at the hotel while Alex went to dinner with old friends. We were leaving on an early morning flight the next day so we ordered room service and packed. After we lay on the couch watching some movie I can't remember with J's arms wrapped around me and his chin on my head. While sex hadn't been on the agenda I barely left J's side the entire week. He always made sure to touch me with either his hand or his foot or even his hip, just to let me know he was there, and I clung to him whenever possible.

About an hour into the movie J, sensing my disinterest, picked up the remote and pressed mute. Pulling me in closer, and kissing the top of my head, he began playing with my hair. After a few minutes, he finally asked "Do you want to talk about him?"

I clenched in his arms. 'Did I? If I did was J the person to talk about him with?' God, I wish Marco was here.' The thought struck me as disloyal to J. Nobody was sweeter than J but I also didn't want to hurt him.

"It's OK if you want to. I'm a big boy I can take it. Plus I saw how you were around him. I'm not blind Babe." The fact J said Babe meant he was serious.

Taking a deep breath I began to speak. "Jason you know I love you, that I have always loved you, from the first week we met. I want you to be clear on that before I say anything else. I also love Alex but not like I love you. So please tell me you understand that. "

Kissing my head he reached around to turn my head so I could see his face. "Yes, Avery I know you love me. Some part of me always knew that. You know I love you too right? This is not just a one-way street here." I nodded and he smiled and nodded back at me and released my head. As I turned back to face the muted TV he patted my chest and said "Let'er rip Babe."

So I did. I let all the joy of being with Gabriel, all the grief of having to give him up pour out of me. Tears fell but the tears of release not of grief. In the end, I pulled myself from J's arms and sat up to face him. He deserved that for what I was about to say. I prayed it wouldn't wound him for it wasn't my intent. I needed to say it.

"What this has taught me is that there is no one love of your life if you're very very lucky. What there is though is a choice. You make a choice that this person is the one you will be with for the rest of your life. I choose you J, and Alex of course, but if you decided what we have is not for you, I would follow you wherever. " Here I put my hand on Jason's chest. There was a "but" and I had to say it if I was ever to put this behind me. "But if I hadn't met you, and hadn't fallen in love with you, I know that there is someone else who could have had all of me as you do Babe." I stopped talking and waited for Jason's to respond.

I could see the wheels turning in his head as he rifled through responses until finally he just leaned over, kissed me, and said, "Thank you, A."

Shocked I pushed him back onto the sofa with a hard thrust of both hands. Anger welled up in me and I lashed out "Thank you? THANK YOU? I pour my heart out to you and all you can say is Thank You?" I could feel my face burning red as I leaned in closer.

J began laughing which quickly shut off my anger but left the confusion. Holding up his hands in surrender he scooted away from me to the corner of the couch.

"Yes, Thank You. You know this is all my fault right?" Seeing further confusion on my face he continued. "If we had never met. If I didn't force you to go to the college I wanted to go to because I was too afraid to go alone. If I didn't always make sure I knew you were mooning for me while I pretended to be straight. If I hadn't decided we should own a hotel. If I hadn't forced you to come to New York to get your degree. If, if, if. It's all my fault A. So yes, the only thing I can say is Thank You. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for not hating me. Most of all Thank You for coming back to me."

He sat back as he watched me process all he had just said. Was it all his fault? No. I made my choices, but I could have some fun with this.

Looking at his goofy face I bit my lip to keep from laughing and shot back. "You know what? It is all your fault." The shocked look on his face had me laughing inside as I pressed it home. "Why am I sitting here with you. You're the reason for all this. I should leave now." I started to rise off the couch as J reached out and grabbed my wrist.

"A? Avery? You're not serious? A, please don't leave. I'll do anything Babe. Anything." The look of horror on his face was too much.

"Welllll" I purred. "Anything?" I allowed my smile to finally show as my laughter began spilling from my chest.

J sat stunned then pulled me in closer to his face as I began convulsing with glee. "You jerk! You had me believing you. God that was cruel A. I thought a break from Alex would have helped you but I was wrong." Chuckling he pulled me in for a kiss.

"Ah, but you forget I spent 7 months training with a Master Dominator and I'm a very good student." I ran my tongue along the side of his face as I finished. Seems like my libido was back.

Raising his eyebrow at me J said "Yeah? Want to show me what you learned?"

Climbing into his lap I placed my forehead against his and cupped his face as I growled "Some of it. I'm not sure you can handle the full experience." Then leaned over and licked his earlobe and neck. He moaned as my tongue, lips and teeth ran over him.

With a roar he grabbed my ass cheeks lifted us both off the couch. 'God! I always forget how powerful he is, my gentle giant' I thought, as he walked us to the bed. Turning himself around he sat down with me still on his lap and looking at me pleaded, "Show me, Master."

"That's the spirit" I growled, and pushed him back onto the bed. Moving my hands to his pants I quickly removed his belt. Running the leather along his face I smirked down at him and said "Hmm which side should I start with is the question."

J's mouth opened to reply but I tapped his face with the belt. "Uh-uh. Slaves don't speak." I could feel his fat eight inches growing against his shorts as it pressed against my thigh. Rubbing my leg against it I said "Looks like someone's glad to see his Master." I watched J gulp as I upped the tempo, then stopped and reached up, wrapping the belt around his wrists. Lifting his tank top over his head I watched as every muscle of his chest and abs flexed. Running my hands down them I muttered "Hmmm's" till I reached the button on his shorts. Zipping them down I stood and pulled off both his shorts and boxer briefs. Standing over him, half on half off the bed, fully dressed, I felt some of the power Gabriel took as his due. Pulling off my own belt I slapped it across J's thighs and watched him jump. "Slide up the bed slave!" I ordered. Turning around I spotted my Angel outfit sitting atop my open suitcase. I could hear J scrambling up the bed as I walked over and put the mask around my eyes and grabbed the whip.

Turning back to J I stood with my whip on my shoulder and slowly dropped my shorts and boxers. My hard cock pointed the way as I knelt on the bed next to him and ran the whip down his chest and abs to his now straining cock. His skin shuddered as I worked the soft leather along his shaft and balls. That could wait. My slave needed to be put in his place first.

Sliding the whip back up his abs and chest I placed it under his chin raising his head to face my cock. "Open!" I commanded. His jaw dropped with an audible click and I placed my dripping cockhead on his lips. "Tongue!" I ordered and watched as it shot out lifting my cock up as his lips wrapped around it. "Good Slave", I cooed and began sliding deeper into his mouth.

I kept the whip moving along his lower body, occasionally slapping his rock-hard dick with it. With each slap, his eyes would fly open wide and my cock would slip deeper into his mouth. Never the best cocksucker, J was getting a lesson in having his mouth used. Teasing him long enough I grabbed the back of his neck and began face fucking him. The shock of my thrusts caused him to try to push me off but I was easily able to grab his bound wrists with my whip, holding them in place as I watched him struggle. After a few thrusts, he relaxed and figured out my rhythm, and began meeting me with his mouth halfway for each stroke. Salvia began dripping from around my cock as he began working his tongue into the mix. I could see his eyes had glazed over. He was in the Cocksucker Zone now.

Slowing down my thrusts I let him explore my cock with his mouth and tongue, learning what worked for me and what didn't. After a while I pulled my cock out with an audible pop. J looked up at me for approval, his eyes wide in anticipation. Unable to resist I bent over and kissed him deep and said "Now that I've warmed that tongue up", and pushed him flat onto his back and straddled his face with my ass.

Grinding my cheeks onto his face I quickly drowned out any objection he might have and began tickling his cock with my whip. As the whip fronds made contact with his shaft I felt his tongue begin to flick on my ring. After a week of nothing my hole immediately began quivering at his touch. Feeling my response J drove his tongue deeper parting my lips with a single thrust. A moan escaped my lips as I pressed my ass back hard. My hole felt on fire at his probing and all thoughts of the whip fled. Bending over I began teasing his cock with my tongue, sliding upward until the dripping eye was right under me. Flicking the drops of precum into my mouth I began sliding his hard member deep into my mouth. It was a homecoming. My reflexes kicked in and I began using every bit of my repertoire to please him. Soon he was bucking his cock deep in my throat as his mouth was opening my hole.

Knowing neither of us would last much longer I pulled myself off his cock and mouth. Grasping my whip I stood on the bed, turned, and stared down at him. His arms raised, his face flushed, his chest heaving, his cock covered in my saliva. Flashing the whip back and forth across his chest I asked "Do you think you earned me slave?" With hunger in his eyes, J began begging "Yes, Master. Please, Master. Let me serve you, Master."

Falling to my knees around his chest, which caused him to emit a "Oomph" as his breath was expelled, I snarled "Very well, slave. Make your Master cum", and began backing my hole up against his raging cock.
As my hole pressed against his cockhead I began teasing it, shaking my cheeks side to side, as J began to whimper. He wanted my ass as bad as I had ever seen him want it. My cock began dripping precum at the thought.

Taking pity on him at last I grabbed my cheeks and spreading wide, engulfed his cockhead with my ring. The spit from our mouths was just enough to help, but there was a moment halfway down when I gasped and placed my hand on J's chest. I sat there in place as my walls vibrated with pain. Wetting my fingers I lubed his lower cock and my hole then slid down swiftly until my ass was pressed to his groin. I arched my back with a moan and began riding J hard and fast. J began bucking under me until our thrusts matched, driving his cock even deeper into my now loosened love ring. I began crying out, "Yes! Yes! Yes J! Fuck me, Babe! Give me your load!" Placing my hands onto his chest I began clapping down harder and harder onto his cock and groin while J emitted cries of "Uh! Uh! Uh!", until finally he cried out "I'm cumming. Oh God I Cumming!", his load blasting deep inside me. As I felt the first rope land my own cock exploded covering J's chest and lower face with streams of white. Collapsing down onto him we lay there catching our breaths until the sound of clapping caused us both to jerk upward.

"Bravo. Bra-fucking-o boys. Whoo, that was hot. Good to have you back Slick. When's my turn?" Alex stood inside the room's door his hands still clapping.

"Come here Alex and let's get started." Alex approached the bed already unbuttoning his shorts. Once he was close enough I flicked the whip across his torso causing his shorts to drop trapping his ankles. Whipping left, right, left, right again and again I said "Don't. You. Know. It's. Not. Polite. To. Stare. At. People. Alex."

Between Alex's cries of "Stop Slick! Stop!", and J's laughter, I was bobbing and weaving until Alex launched himself at me and we three fell into a mixed pile atop the bed.

Grabbing the whip from my hands Alex cried, "Oh this shit is not out new dynamic Slick. You can forget that."

J's voice came up, muffled from his position on the bottom of the pile. "I think you should at least keep an open mind, Alex."

Alex and I stopped struggling for the whip, stared at each other, and burst out laughing. Naked and wrist bound J was still the peacemaker.

As we fell into onto the bed laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation J's voice came out again "Glad you guys made up but can someone untie me. My hands are going numb", which sent Alex and me into howls of even harder laughter. With shouts of "C'mon guys," we lay there giggling until we finally took pity and released J. Smacking us both on the head with numb hands he pulled us into a hug and said, "Nice to have the Three Stooges back together again."

The End

Epilogue

We returned to San Diego and restarted our lives together. Alex became a little more adventurous in the bedroom. I became a little less submissive. J remained J, our rock.

Three months after my return I heard from Marco. Gabriel had sold his apartment and turned all his clients over to Tomas. Tomas was now the cock of the walk at all the circuit parties, the craving for the newer and younger relegating Gabriel to a side note in the gay history of NYC. From Gabriel, we heard nothing.

The hotel had a soft opening Labor Day weekend and by Columbus day was fully booked most weekends with capacity never going below 85% even on weekdays. We were a success. The added responsibilities helped me to push thoughts of Gabriel to the back of my mind. I did keep my Winnie-the-Pooh bear on a shelf in my office, (I did have a leather mask and whip made for him), and from time to time would find myself lost in thought staring at it, especially if I had a stressful few days.

Just before January 6th the following year I received what appeared to be a late Christmas card. It was addressed only to me, which I thought odd, until I saw the Air Mail sticker. Ripping it open it revealed a picture card. Taken at the ranch in Argentina, Gabriel stood in the middle of a group, a wide grin on his face. Surrounding him were hugging teenagers and staff. Embossed on the card was a neutral "Prospero Anno" and underneath the name and address of the camp with a URL requesting donations. As I ran my hand over the card, peering at Gabriel's face, seeing only pure joy, my heart lept. They're hanging on his chest were the angel wings I had given him. Sliding the card into the drawer I didn't mention it to J or Alex but made a corporate donation to the ranch to assuage my guilt.

Three months later J and I began receiving texts from Gabriel. They were always pictures of an exotic locale, never any words or pictures of him. Just a travelog of his journeys. The only picture of himself was from India. He stood surrounded by monkeys, a huge grin on his face. I could clearly see the pendant still hanging from his neck.

After 8 months the texts stopped. I dared not reach out myself but asked J to make sure he was Ok. J let me know two days later he was fine. He was back in Argentina, his travels complete for now.

With the hotel a success, and plans for a second one still in the financing stages, J went to work converting the Inn into a home for the three of us. We had a huge master suite with a California king for movie nights and our threeways. We each also had a separate room/office with a regular queen bed for when we needed alone time or we invited someone back from the clubs, although that happened less and less frequently. Almost two years later J was still working on installing a full gym and sauna in the basement, when he wasn't busy at the hotel, or flying to NY for finance meetings with Alex. I declined every time. NY was still too raw for me.

We had a full-time live-in maid named Marta, who also served as a cook from time to time. J had left the lobby's front desk in place thinking it kitchy and would also make it easier to turn it back into an Inn if we ever decided to move. Marta hated it. It was a bitch to clean, what with all the cubby-holes, and constantly berated J for not ripping it out.

As our lives became busier with managing the hotel J had insisted we have lunch and dinner together at least once a week, along with Alex's Friday movie night and our Sunday breakfasts. Wednesday we ate lunch at home together, barring any emergencies. Monday's were dinner since it was the hotel's least busy night.

On a pleasant early spring Wednesday in April, almost 2 years since I had left NY, I returned home for lunch just before noon. As I walked inside I could see Marta at the despised front desk, her feather duster grasped in her hand like a weapon, apparently arguing with a man in Spanish. His head was bowed as he tried to deal with the 5' spitfire ready to stab him with her duster. Spotting me Marta gestured to the man and shrieked "Senor Avery, por favor. Please tell this estupido that this is not a hotel. I cannot make him understand. His accent is terrible."

Turning to the man to set him straight I watched as he straightened his back reaching his full height. My heart skipped a beat and my brain shouted "No!", as I watched him slowly turn around.

There he stood. Gabriel. A few more gray hairs at his temple and his skin darkened by his travels but it was him. Gabriel. His dark black eyes bore into me until at last, he broke into a smile. Without thinking I ran to him and jumped in his arms.
Hugging him close I whispered, "What are you doing here?"

Pushing me backward and taking a long look at me he said "I was invited. You and your Dark Angel said if I ever wanted to change my life I always had a place with you. I do not take such invitations lightly my Angel."

As I tried to think of what to respond his booming laugh erupted sending Marta flying out of the room shrieking of El Diablo.

"Oh, my Angel. It is good to see you are still the innocent. It makes my heart burst with joy. Yes, I was invited but by Jason. I am to be the premier client at your hotel. Select clientele, extravagant cost, but a new direction. I will be the sexual healer to the stars." He pulled me into his side and spread his other arm wide. Laughing he picked me up and twirled me around just as J walked through the door.

J and Gabriel hugged each other while J stared at me over Gabriel's shoulder. As Gabriel released him J turned to me with pleading eyes.

"Don't be mad at me A. It was the only way. I didn't want to have countless arguments with Alex about it and I wanted to surprise you plus..."

Alex's voice cut off J's explanation. "Didn't want to argue with Alex about what?"

Barreling through both of us Gabriel walked towards Alex and said loudly "Me, Senor Alex." As he reached Alex he took both his hands, bent, and kissed both his cheeks.

"Papi Gee. How nice to see you." Turning to J he asked, "Where's he staying?"

J blushed and said, "We can discuss that at lunch, Alex."

"Where's he staying Jason?" Alex was not going to budge.

"With us." As Alex turned his full wrath on J he stammered "Just until his apartment at the hotel is ready. I swear." If J could disappear there would have been a puff of smoke where he stood by now.

Alex turned to Gabriel, then fixed his gaze on me. I don't know what he saw in my face but I saw him melt a little.

"Fine, but this is not Barbary Lane. We are not taking in every stray off the street. And if anyone calls me Mrs. Madrigal I am fucking out of here." J and I glanced and each other and shrugged at the reference.

Turning back to Gabriel he leaned up and kissed his cheek and said, "Welcome to the family. God help you. Now let's eat. I'm fucking starving." Taking Gabriel by the arm he began peppering him with questions as he led him into the dining room.

Turning to J I grabbed his arms, kissed his lips, and said the only thing appropriate. "Thank You."

Finis!