Slick's NY Adventures

Dance with the Devil

"I really think we should have left earlier" Alex fretted from the front seat of our SUV. "Slick you're sure you have your wallet and phone? Did you remember your neck pillow for the plane?" I just let him drone on. I knew he was nervous but he was starting to get on my nerves. Every since J and I had told him about my 9 months "sabbatical" in New York he was on edge. I finally came up with an idea to calm him down.

"J pull over here" I commanded.

"What? Here? We're on the highway! What did you forget?" Alex went into full SuperDad mode.

Catching J's eye in the mirror I just raised my eyebrows and jerked my head towards the shoulder. Smiling back he immediately knew what I was up to and changed lanes then slowed to a stop in the breakdown lane. Getting out I walked to Alex's door, opened it, and said "Get in the back seat. Now!" I used my adult voice so he knew I wasn't kidding.

Alex meekly climbed down and moved to the back seat. I closed the front door and followed him pushing him to the other side of the bench seat so he was behind J. Closing the door I said "Put your seatbelt on Alex" and nodded to J to pull out.

As Alex sat there confused with a retort already framing his lips. I reached over and grabbed his seatbelt clicking it closed. Before he could react I covered his mouth with mine and grabbed his crotch in my hands. Trapped behind the seatbelt his was my prisoner.

I forced my tongue deep into his mouth while my hands slowly pulled down the zipper of his cargo shorts and pulled out his fat flaccid cock. Using my skills I worked his cock and balls with my hands while keeping my tongue deep in his mouth. His breath began to speed up and as my hands began to do their magic. His cock began to rise and fatten to almost his full 8 inches. Finally relaxing he moaned into my mouth.

Taking his moan as my cue I moved my mouth to the tip of his fat member, licking around the head, teasing and flicking it. I then ran my tongue up and down his hard shaft over and over. Once his hand went to my head I knew it was time for the full Slick effect. Placing his cock in my mouth I slowly slid down all 8 inches, relaxing my neck muscles as I engulfed it deep in my throat. I could hear Alex breathing hard and fast while his hand pressed me down holding me in place. Using my tongue I tickled the base of his shaft and was even able to lick his balls with a few strokes of my tongue. As Alex's yip of pleasure told me my distraction was working. I slowly slid my mouth back up to his now dripping cock head. Slowly licking the precum off I bent to my task.

Using my normal technique with Alex I deepthroated his cock on each downstroke until soon, even despite the seatbelt, he was jerking his crotch to meet me on each downbeat. His breath coming faster, his cock thickening in my mouth, I knew he was close so I redoubled my efforts until I could feel his balls tighten in my hand. Pulling up to his leaking head I awaited my reward. Finally, a huge blast of his hot cum filled my mouth, which I immediately swallowed, and I again sank back down so the remainder of his tasty load shot straight down my throat, my muscles squeezing every drop out of his throbbing cock. Rising back up I licked his shaft and head of every drop before pulling it out of my mouth with a audible "pop".

Looking up at Alex I smiled, winked, and said; "That should hold you until Christmas."

When we arrived at my terminal I insisted they say their goodbyes there. Once J and I removed my bags I gave him a quick hard hug, kissed him, and said "I love you. Look after Alex". We had already had a private goodbye in the shower together that morning, where I cried immediately after in his strong arms. I was not starting off my adventure across the country with a tear-soaked shirt.

Alex was standing at the passenger door looking sadder than I had ever seen him. Ok time for the Slick charm I thought.

"Ok Dad, don't you go breaking up any weddings without me while I'm gone. Ya hear?" Pulling him into me I whispered how much I loved him and how grateful I was for everything he had given me. Then kissing him I told him: "Take care of our boy." and turned and began walking towards the Terminal.

"Give 'em hell Slick!" Alex yelled after me.

I flashed them a wave over my shoulder and hurried into the terminal. I picked a ticket kiosk out of view of the window to hide the fact I had tears streaming down my face.

* * * *

New York was loud and my apartment was a closet. Alex's BFF ****** told me "What then fuck do you expect for what you can afford Slick?" I decided right there not to tell her about Alex's plans for her feminine hygiene the next time she visited San Diego.

New York in September was mild but as it moved into mid-October it got gray and chilly. Or maybe it was my mood that got that way. School was hard, the hours were long and I was homesick and horny all the time. With the time difference, it was hard enough to schedule video sex with either J or Alex let alone both of them together. While they both had given me the green light to see other guys I found myself either too busy or too tired to peruse anything but a few occasional fast suck n go's off Grindr. After 2 years of sex on demand with 2 hot loving sexy caring men, it appeared quick hook-ups had lost their appeal.

I had befriended 5 younger gay men from school after they flirted with me shamelessly as a group. Over lunch one day I told them about my "Thruple " arrangement and they immediately adopted me as their mentor and vowed to protect my chastity for the length of my stay in NYC. I decided not to share the fact that J and I frequently invited others into our and even Alex's bed when the vibe was right or sometimes just when the mood struck us. Alex would say "Uh Oh! The boys are on the hunt" whenever he saw us dressed to go clubbing. He was usually right.

I even accepted a few invitations to some clubs from my new friends but without J as my wingman and dance partner, I seemed to have lost my mojo. Other than an occasional makeout and grope with a sexy stranger here and there I realized I was just missing home and my guys and even Alex's movie night to put in too much effort.

I was in that mood when the boys invited me to go to the Greenwich Village Halloween parade and after-party with them. After trying to decline and being met with a chorus of gasps, because apparently missing this was equivalent to missing Christmas for the "straights", I reluctantly agreed. I was then told I would need a costume. I told them absolutely not! I hated costumes and sucked at picking them out. Since the party was costume required they said not to worry they'd pick one out for me. Figuring I could always duck out early I said Ok.

Halloween was a Saturday so I slept late then FaceTimed Alex and J as they were eating breakfast. Seeing both their sexy faces just made my loneliness that much worse but I put on my Slick persona and told them all about the parade and promised to send pictures of my costume. Just before I hung up J told me to stay on and took the phone to the other room. I could see he had his serious face on and started to get worried.

"A how are you really doing?" He asked quietly so Alex didn't overhear.

"Fine J! I'm fine" I responded through my fake smile.

"A?" That was all J had to say to break my mask.

"Ok! Ok! I'm horny, lonely, frustrated, and tired, in that order, but it's fine J really."

"A we were serious about being Ok with you seeing other guys while you are there. Alex and I have each other. I don't want you to be sad and horny so I am ordering you to go have fun tonight and bring home a masked stranger and let him ravish you. Or at least give him a Slick special." J winked at me through the phone.

Laughing I said fine and after J made me cross my heart to seal the deal I blew him a kiss and hung up the call.

* * * *

"An angel? You got me an angel costume?" Dumbstruck I stared at the almost 6' foot wingspan hanging from the ceiling of Marco & Phillipe's apartment. The group were all either dressed as angles or cherubs, wingless so far thank God. This being NY the apartment barely fit the 5 of us.

"Yes Papi," Jose said giggling "We're all angels tonight. Pure as the driven snow" Ignoring the fact a 22-year-old had just called me Papi!! I joined in the laughter. Hearing J's voice in my head I soldiered on.

"Ok fine. Where's the rest of it?

A white loincloth was tossed at my face and a pair of gold open-toed lace-up sandals landed at my feet.

"Ahhhhh please tell me you're kidding?" I begged

"Listen Papi you're the head sexy Archangel sent from heaven to protect all us poor lesser angels. Plus you'll look hot and attract all the sexy men for the rest of us. Now shut the fuck up and get dressed. We all know what you're packing under those clothes and we want to see the show." A loud chorus of woops and kissing sounds erupted in the small room making me blush as I sighed and slowly began stripping.

Let me tell you there is nothing more scary or liberating than riding a NYC subway effectively in a loincloth with 6' angel wings surrounded by a group of chatting, shrieking lesser angels.

The parade was a kaleidoscope of gorgeous floats, spectacular costumes, and people constantly bumping my wings. The streets of Greenwich Village were not designed for angels wings. Gratefully at midnight, battered and bruised, we arrived at the after-party. Another kaleidoscope of a different sort. Spinning lights, thumping music, and mostly half-naked costumed men grinding against each other on the dance floor.

After getting a round of drinks at the bar and toasting the night together, my fellow angels all scattered like the wind of heaven had blown through the club. Left to my own I found a bare wall to rest my weary wings against. Sipping my drink I debated on slipping out when in the dim club light rising above the crowd I spotted the back of a head with close-cropped dark curls attached to a man dressed in a red devil costume. My eyes traveled to his broad back shaped in a V that dropped to a firm muscled ass and tree trunk thighs. My heart skipped a beat. Jason! I can't believe he flew in just to surprise me! I thought. How did he know where I would be and what I would be wearing?? Not thinking or caring about the answer I strode through the crowd bumping people with my wings left and right and snuck up behind him. My heart pounding I said: "Hey Sexy!"

When he turned around my heart dropped into my stomach. It wasn't my J!

It was however a very sexy slightly older man. Pegging him in his early 30's with dark black eyes peering out through a bejeweled red leather mask matching the red leather horns topping his dark curls. His coffee-brown skin and massive plump pecs gleaming in the club lights through the red leather harness that crisscrossed his chest. A trimmed dark beard covering his face. What I assumed to be silver glitter sprinkled throughout his hair, beard, and chest. He then smiled at me and gleaming white teeth blazed out almost hypnotizing me. Eyeing me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my naked chest and abs he purred: "Hello yourself. Are you thinking about coming over to the dark side?" I detected a trace of an accent.

Reaching out he pulled me into him until my white loincloth met his red leather cod-piece jock. The jewels on the outer layer rubbing against my thinly clad cock which immediately started to harden.

I tried to pull back but was unable due to my wings and the crowd bunched behind me, while also stammering "I'm so sorry! I thought you were a friend of mine." Suddenly bumped forward as the crowd behind me surged, but still being held steady in his firm grasp, my face was pressed close to his shaven chest and my nostrils filled with a heady mix of cologne and musk. He must be at least 6'4" I thought. How could I have thought he was J? This guy dwarfed even my sexy stud. Homesickness and hormones I guessed.

"Well we're all friends here tonight so come dance with me." Again that accent I couldn't quite place. Pulling my hand I was led to the dance floor, our combined red and white wings clearing a path, until we were surrounded by groups of widely gyrating men.

The music playing was the usual techno club mix but my devil friend apparently didn't care about the beat. Dancing to his own music he grabbed my hips and again placed his jock against my crotch and began swaying his hips slowly from side to side. With every swing, he pressed his cock deeper against mine until finally he ran his arms up my back and grasping my shoulders pulled my chest to his. Looking down at me he flicked his tongue out and said "Ai baby give the devil a kiss." and bent his head towards me.

Perhaps not having strong arms around me for almost two months or perhaps it was his heady musk drawing me in, either way, I melted into his embrace. Suddenly a hunger I hadn't felt since the first time I kissed Jason and hadn't know was still there, arose from deep inside me. Angling my head up towards him my mouth crashed against his. Immediately his long tongue parted my lips, invaded mine, pressing down and swirling my own tongue around his. As I melted into his embrace the mass of dancing men and crashing music disappeared. Feeling his hard cock pressing mine through his jock my hands went to his gleaming pecs dusted with glitter, no trimmed gray hair, that were straining his leather harness. His hands fell to my ass cheeks and squeezed them tight.

Unbidden a moan rose from deep inside me, seeming to come from my groin up through my body and out of my mouth, as if my soul was being sucked out by this devil himself. My cock was now straining at my jock and the sheer white covering around it, the only barricades between it and the air, this close to being breached. In response, I felt him begin to grind the jewels on his cod-piece across my hard member side to side. The pleasure and pain I felt made me jump against his chest causing my mouth to part from his. Taking this as a sign he buried his mouth into my neck and began licking and nipping it with his tongue and teeth. His hard hand had found the gap in my loincloth and his fingers began teasing my crack open until one found my pink ring and began to circle it slowly as the other hand pushed me deeper into his embrace.

"Mmmm barbado ass baby. La Posta!" He growled in my ear. My limited high-school Spanish translated these as "Hairy? My ass was as smooth as the day I was born! Postal? Was he looking to mail something to my ass? Shaking my head I pushed these thoughts out and pushed my ring against the finger slowly pressing against it. Feeling the tip part my hole I moaned again and pressed my face to his chest inhaling his heady scent.

Removing his hands from my ass and grasping my wrists he looked deep into my eyes and said a single word "Come" and began dragging me off the dance floor. Weak and confused I let my still hard cock lead me as I followed his broad back snaking through the crowd deeper into the club, his strong hand grasping my wrist tight, my eyes glued to his powerful ass and thighs, unsure where this night was heading.

Passing through a curtained entrance at the back of the club I found myself in a darkened room lit only by softly glowing white globes along the walls. Arranged around the room were orange and black-covered plinths of various heights and widths. Most were covered with costumed men in various stages of nakedness and interlocked positions. Passing through this area my guide took me deeper still into a smaller, even darker room, lit by red globes. Peering through the dim light I saw a few more plinths but these had chains, ropes, or straps of various lengths hanging on or around them. My heart pounding I tried to pull my wrist free but the hand holding it only clamped down tighter in response to my efforts.

Reaching his desired spot my captor turned to face me. Pulling me in close and raising my chin so that I was staring up into his black eyes he whispered: "You are going to love the dark side my Angel." Covering my mouth with his I began feeling myself being pushed backward until my wings hit some resistance. Passing through whatever had held up my momentum I felt the cold touch of leather against my thighs and then my ass. Suddenly the room tilted and I found myself lying in a semi-prone position staring up into the devils stoic face.

Reaching down and taking my hand he lifted it up and as I tried to reach out and touch his flat muscled stomach it was suddenly impeded by the feel of a cool leather cuff which he had slipped around my wrist. Yanking my arm I looked at him and stuttered "What? Man? I think you have the wrong.." my sputtering was cut off as I felt my head jerked back against the sling by a strong hand in my hair and a tongue shoved firmly down my throat. Lifting his mouth off mine he walked around me and clasping my other wrist in a cuff said: "You dance with the devil chulo you have to pay the price."

My eyes wide with fear I began to struggle with the restraints while uttering various obscenities about him, his family, and especially his mother and only stopped when I felt the sharp sting of something slapping my thighs hard enough to make me gasp. Jerking at the chains I instinctively hunched over to protect my groin. It was then I felt the hand in my hair again holding my head still and the sound of his accented voice whispering directly into my ear "Stop fighting chulo. I won't really hurt you or leave any marks on your sexy pale skin. We'll not any permanent ones anyway." He chuckled. "Gabriel knows what you need, you pent-up American piece of white bread with your good manners and repressed sexual hunger. So lay back and enjoy your tango with Papi G for tonight. I promise you won't regret it." He then reached over and twisted my nipple leaving me squirming against the slingback, the leather cross-hatching digging into my back "And if it's really too intense for you white boy just yell 'Basta Ya' and I swear on my sainted mother, who you were just cursing, I'll let your run back to your boring life, but I promise you you won't. So can we play?" Swallowing hard, my heart racing in my chest, I nodded my head slowly in reluctant agreement. "Good" he snarled and released his hand from my hair.

Moving down to my feet I felt Gabriel lift each one until they too were clasped in leather cuffs. Suspended now, with my head resting against the leather support, I watched as he walked slowly around me his hand never leaving my skin. He would pause in his inspection from time to time to caress or tweak particular body parts paying special attention to my nipples. Each was tweaked and twisted until I was again moaning and squirming causing the sling to sway slightly front to back.

Gabriel then reached for something on the plinth and it was then I saw what I hoped was a suede leather red and black cat-o-nine tail styled whip. Knowing that this was probably what had stung my thighs earlier I immediately began squirming again causing the sling to sway. Gabriel halted my movement but didn't raise the whip. Starting at my feet he instead placed the fronds onto my skin and again walked around my body sliding the whip along me. Moving up my legs and thighs all the way to my face and back down the other side. (I realized later he was letting me feel the softness of the leather to try to calm my nervousness but at the time I was too on edge to notice.) He stopped and stood between my forced spread legs and rubbed the bristles into my groin. Only then did I realize my cock was rock hard and at full attention straining at my jock and loincloth. Poking my cock hard with the whip, then grasping it firmly with his free hand, Gabriel suddenly raised the whip and swung it lashing my naked abdomen. Grunting I flinched, my cock twitching in his hand, as he slapped me again on the backhand swing. Suddenly I felt the pressure around my throbbing cock increase as Gabriel grasped it harder and began rocking me back and forth in the sling using it as leverage, causing my balls to bounce against his jeweled jock. The pressure from his hand and my sack rubbing against his jock caused some precum to leak out staining my jock. The whip was flicked on my sides, thighs, and chest never fully landing that hard but hard enough to make me flinch on impact. My skin began to feel warm wherever the whip had landed. Realizing this muscled devil man must be a master at whip control, my heart began beating faster, as I began to wonder how much of a master.

Suddenly I felt the pressure on my cock released and air replace it. Arching my head downward I saw Gabriel had slid my jock and loincloth to the side exposing my leaking penis. He then began to slide a contraption down the length of my penis and wrapped the base around my ballsack, not softly either. Wincing in discomfort, my erect penis was now throbbing inside a black silicone open shaft which covered the top of it and ending in ring just under my cock head that left it straining tightly with my balls squeezed together underneath. I frantically searched my head for the safe phrase Gabriel had given me to release my torture. Before I could remember or utter it Gabriel slipped a lubed small butt plug into my ass and pouring lube over my straining cock began jerking it swift and hard. All thoughts of a safe phrase fled at that moment.

He showed no mercy to my cock and ass, actually seeming to take pleasure in how much I squirmed under his assault. His hand a relentless pumping fist as the butt plug was replaced by an even larger one which filled up my hole more then even Alex's fat 8 inches ever did. Realizing I was going to cum I began to moan and shout "I'm close! Oh God I'm close!" seemingly onto deaf ears. As his hand sped up I could feel my spunk begin to rise up from my balls, suddenly exploding up and out onto my abdomen, chest, and even my face as he angled my cock towards me. Throwing my head back, pulling against the cuffs and chains holding me, I shouted unintelligibly as my cock and body twitched and convulsed at the sweet release.

Laying there with my eyes closed and my head still thrown back I began to feel more than one tongue licking the cum from my exposed body. Sensing Gabriel behind me I felt him raise my head, his jewel-encased cock straining against my neck. I opened my eyes and could see my school friends Marco and Phillipe each licking and swallowing my cum while staring up at my face. At a snap of Gabriel's fingers both stood and began walking away. Marco quickly bent down and whispered "You lucky bastard!" into my ear and then quickly scampered back into the dimness of the room.

My eyes returned to Gabriel towering over me, his hard abs just above my eyes his plump pecs poking through his harness. Reaching down to my face with a single finger he flicked a spot of my own cum off it then slid it deep inside my mouth, while a wide devilish grin spread wide across his face.

"There is no God here Chulo, only Papi G. Now we can begin."

To be continued...