Excerpt of “South of Capricorn- An Erotic Novel”

CHAPTER 1
The Province of Misiones constitutes a wedge between Brazil and Paraguay, separated almost completely from both countries by rivers. It is the Northeast end of Argentina, with a semitropical climate since it is partially situated to the North of the Tropic of Capricorn. Since the end of the 19th century, this province was populated by settlers coming from all over Europe, and it is estimated that in the province there are 48 communities formed by the descendants of mostly European immigrants, which were added to the native population of Creoles, mixture of the Spaniards and Guaraní Indians. In addition many Paraguayan and Brazilian migrants have joined this population over the years.
I was born in this province, possibly in some of the communities of Slavic origin that have settled in it. I was apparently abandoned at birth at the portal of a church, from which I was transferred to an orphanage, which was my real home and kept me away from the streets, despite its precarious economic means and the roughness of the relationships between children, and among these and their preceptors, which in some cases did not exclude abuse.
My memories go back to the age of about ten years, and the lessons and games in the old courtyard of the institution. It was at about that time that Mrs. Teresa Gonzalez de Pasiuk entered as responsible for the boys Pavilion, a woman who was then thirty years old, of small size, rather slim but well formed body, with a noble face of correct features, with black and bright eyes and hair. All her appearance betrayed the dominance of Castilian blood, with some distant ingredient of the indigenous peoples of the region. Her character was extremely quiet and kept to herself, which perhaps was a requirement for the performance of her functions in a turbulent environment. This woman would have a decisive influence on my life.
Mrs. Gonzalez, or simply the lady, as they called her, soon took a particular appreciation for me, but she made efforts to hide it in order to avoid gossip about preferences and unequal treatment with other children, but that I could however notice mainly in the few moments in which we found ourselves together and somewhat separated from the rest of the pupils. This veiled protection prevented me from being targeted by taunts or abuse by other older children, being that I was one of the boys of light complexion in the group. Later, my body size, bigger to the other children, my sturdy physical build and the acquisition of rudimentary but effective methods of defense on my part, discouraged potential harassers, making unnecessary any physical protection.
As I learned later, Teresa Gonzalez’s entry in the Institute produced a certain seizure between the directors of the institution; certain intrigues that took place with the purchase of items of daily use were cut from the root, the control of the health state of pupils was emphasized, that had formerly been quite neglected, not even meeting the vaccines calendars. Finally education experienced a substantial upswing, closely monitored by the lady, a teacher by profession. All this earned her respect since the beginning of her direction period, not without grudges.
The woman, with a silent but strong personality and making full use of the authority role which she had been granted , kept the wilder and more aggressive boys at bay, including draconian discipline action in extreme cases. In general were weak or new children who benefited most with this attitude, but I always felt that in my case, there was something else. The way she caressed my head when no one watched created me on the one hand a feeling of security and on the other a pleasant tingly feeling that was accentuated with the passage of some years. Children in this type of establishment rarely receive a caress or another display of affection.
Once, three wards which had been bothering me for some time laid me a trap in a nearby park; they were usual events produced by internal gangs, seeking to establish some kind of leadership, but I defended myself fiercely and I got to considerably hurt them, while I received numerous cuts and bruises. Alerted by other children the lady appeared with two wardens, who managed to untangle us with effort. The woman came to me and noted concerned the injuries on my face and scalp, cleaning a cutting wound in a brow with her handkerchief. Then she looked at the three aggressors, and she saw them bleeding and their swollen faces, I noticed a fleeting glimpse in his dark eyes, which I interpreted as a sign of pride.
Later, when I was eleven, destiny took a turn that would be decisive in my life. Children at the orphanage were taken in a bus to visit some Jesuit ruins located a few hundred miles away. Mrs. Gonzalez, who had been nervous and sullen in the previous days, reported that she would stay at the orphanage to arrange an inventory of supplies of the school running in the establishment, and decided that I would stay to help her in the task. Logically I felt somewhat frustrated by losing one of the few rides that were performed each year, but her decisions were not discussed. In addition, the expectation of staying alone with her did not displease me; on the contrary when I reflected on the situation a mixture of curiosity and anxiety invaded me.
All children and adults in the place then departed, and we stayed alone in the extensive grounds.
After the count of items in school, which took us no more than a couple of hours, the lady told to me that we should go to the boys bedroom to check whether there were additional elements that we should add to the inventory. The sky was by then covered of thick clouds that promised one of the frequent storms in that part of the year. Once we had completed the task that claimed no more than an extra half an hour, the woman, who looked particularly uneasy, told me she was tired and sat down on my bed, telling me to do the same thing at her side. The beds were arranged in long rows with narrow aisles in the middle. Thus we stood side by side for several minutes, in the darkness of the bedroom, which had few windows. At the beginning I was expectant of what she would do, but time passed without alternatives. Slowly I became aware that the woman was in a deep state of inner struggle, which communicated to me in the form of agitation. I felt her leg next to mine and noticed that her body radiated heat. The sensation was pleasant at the same time than unusual; as it was said before, abandoned children do not usually have physical proximity of other people, at least not without an aggressive mood.
In the meantime, several lightning lit up the sky and their reflections were admitted through the narrow windows. A flurry of fresh wind came by them as the sound of torrential rain that had started to tap on the veneer roofs of buildings could be heard.
Unexpectedly, as under the influence of the electrical events outside, the woman broke her state of self-absorption. She slid her hand by my head, telling me that she liked my blond hair, but words flowed from her lips with difficulty; even for an inexperienced boy as I it was clear that she was under the influence of a tension that closed her throat. The feeling of her hand caressing me was extremely pleasant, particularly in this suggestive atmosphere of shadows and freshness.

Finally she took my left hand and squeezed it between hers, first voluntary contact of her skin with mine. I immediately felt a chill running down my spine like an electric shock. In fact, the act was deliberate and not a consequence of any external factor. She approached her lips to my forehead and slipped a brief kiss that for me was full of meaning, even if I could not then specify what. For the first time in my life I had been kissed, and the person who had done so who was increasingly becoming the object of my expectation.
It followed another time of quiescence, in which each of us processed the feelings of what had happened until then. Rain kept raging outside, but the spacious galleries and porches prevented it from entering the Pavilion, despite the open windows. I watched the face of the woman in search of signs that would foretell me what would follow, while she looked forward, as if she did not wish to see my eyes.
She still retained my right hand in hers, and at a time she placed it on her lap. There, with my palm on her skirt I could recognize the shape of her thigh, and then experienced a sensation of different character to which I had had up to that moment; my face blushed while I noticed some itching in my groin.
Instinctively, my hand slid down towards her knees, but did so with infinite slowness, since in the first place I was well aware of my dare, and secondly I wanted to enjoy every moment and every inch of the course of my movement. I looked at her directly in the eyes, and for the first time she drifted her look that still had maintained in a fixed position to the front, in reality the vacuum, into my eyes. A smile appeared on her lips and I felt that she had taken a firm resolution, which so far had been pending.
My hand eventually came to the edge of her skirt, and with the tip of my fingers, I rubbed the skin of her knees; alarmed by my boldness I removed them, but then I placed them back, this time decisively. Her body did not move and I, encouraged by the absence of penalties or adverse reactions, continued my slow and loving exploration of her legs. I caressed the front part of her left knee, and then the back side, and while my hand continued gently caressing her calf, I inclined my head down and kissed her left knee, then the right, leaving wet marks on her skin. I continued petting her ankles, and finally, I left my position on the bed and I knelt at her feet. I removed her shoes and took a foot in my hands and then the other; the feet were small and of beautiful forms, and barely exceeded the size of my hands. The lady at the beginning seemed to feel tickled but then adapted to the situation. I approached my mouth to her instep and I kissed it, as well as the different parts of each foot. And finally I licked each one of her soles. The lady let me, and at times rode one leg over the other in a feminine position: in the movement, and given that my head was at the height of her knees, I could briefly glimpse into her thighs and her white underwear.
She uncrossed her legs, and then took my head in her hands and placed it on her lap, where she let it stand for a while. I looked at her again to the eyes and saw a placid smile.
I realized at once that this place was a haven of peace where I wanted to live. The series of sensations that I had been experiencing was completely new in my life quite tough so far, and made me feel that another universe was possible.

South of Capricorn

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South of Capricorn is a novel with a strong erotic content, so the book is aimed at the adult audience.
A ten-year-old boy hosted in an orphanage located in a remote village in the northern end of the Argentina, is seduced by the supervisor of the establishment, who is madly in love of him. This woman, even against her own moral standards and upbringing is his secret lover, protecting and taking care of him.
The fate of the child undergoes a drastic change when his mentor is replaced by another woman, who has similar claims on the child, but it exerts its power without scruples, so he becomes her sex slave.
Upon reaching adolescence and youth, the boy gets trapped in the nets woven by each one of his mistresses, in a dynamic that determines his relationships with other women.
In his search for a way in the midst of these circumstances, he is involuntarily wrapped in a dark episode with an organization of human trafficking, with dramatic consequences.
South of Capricorn is thus located at the interface of the erotic novel and the noir genre.

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CAPÍTULO 2
Las consecuencias no se hicieron esperar; ya a partir del día siguiente al regreso de mi novia y su tía a Buenos Aires comencé a sentir el vacío producido por la soledad, experiencia nueva en mi estadía en Nueva York, ya que en el período anterior a la venida de Susana no la había sentido. Pensando retrospectivamente la venida de ella, en lugar de ayudarme a sobrellevar la soledad tuvo el efecto paradójico de acentuarla, al menos en el período posterior a su retorno.
Sin duda ese vacío temporal me dejó en un estado de vulnerabilidad psicológica, que tuvo la consecuencia de bajar las barreras de los tabúes a que estaba sometido en esa época, fruto como dije antes de mi formación en una sociedad relativamente pacata y puritana al menos en las formas. Las experiencias que sucedieron entonces quizás no hubieran ocurrido de no haberme visto expuesto a la soledad.
Al regresar de mi trabajo un par de días después decidí salir a recorrer el Promenade, ese paseo cercano a mi apartamento desde donde se domina toda la bahía y el sur de la isla de Manhattan. Aunque a nivel consciente jamás lo hubiera reconocido, lo cierto es que había una motivación sorda en mi interior a abrirme a que me ocurrieran cosas nuevas y a relajar en alguna medida el firme control que mi pretendida consciencia moral mantenía sobre mis acciones. Hasta quizás estuviera buscando exponerme en alguna forma oscura e inconsciente a tener la experiencia que efectivamente ocurrió.
Caminando por el Promenade en horas de la tarde atiné a ver a Peter, uno de los vecinos gay que me había recibido en su casa como comenté brevemente antes. Se hallaba solo paseando a su pequeño perro de una raza que no me resultaba conocida.
Hola Peter.- Me dirigí a él llamando su atención ya que no se había percatado de mi cercanía.- ¿Estás solo hoy?
La pregunta mostraba mi extrañeza por no verlo con su pareja, con quien siempre lo había encontrado en el Promenade.
-¡Hola Alex!- Tanto el tono de su voz como su expresión gestual hacía evidente que encontrarme le había ocasionado sorpresa y placer.
-Sí. John ha regresado por unos días a Nueva Jersey para visitar a su familia. ¿Y tú también estás solo?
– Así es. Mi novia ha retornado a Buenos Aires, y no está previsto que vaya a regresar a Nueva York, al menos por un tiempo.
Por un instante creí adivinar en sus ojos un destello de interés; en realidad quizás yo estaba buscando esa reacción en él, por efímera que fuera.
-Estamos entonces ambos solos.- Dijo y tras reflexionar un momento agregó- ¿Por qué no te vienes a cenar conmigo esta noche? Aunque sé que tú cenas más tarde que lo que es habitual en este país, quizás los dos podamos ceder un poco y convenir una hora intermedia.
-Sí, la hora no puede ser un problema.- Accedí en una forma quizás un tanto vehemente que Peter no dejó de percibir.
Luego de unos breves instantes de conversación cada uno siguió su camino, ya que Peter argumentó que necesitaba tiempo para preparar la comida para la noche. Habíamos convenido entonces que yo lo visitaría a las 7:30 PM. Esto me dejaba tiempo para comprar una botella de vino, ducharme y cambiarme.
A la hora convenida toque el timbre de su casa. Me abrió y con solo verle noté el cambio de vestimenta y actitud con respecto a las otras veces en que los había visitado, estando John presente. En lugar de su discreto atuendo; ahora se hallaba vestido con prendas que recordaban la moda unisex; una camisa amplia que transparentaba su tórax y un pantalón ajustado que ponía de relieve su trasero redondeado. Sus modales habitualmente neutros se habían tornado un tanto femeninos. Inmediatamente me percaté que Peter deseaba aprovechar la ausencia de su pareja para tener una aventura sexual; en ese momento se corrió le venda que tapaba mis ojos internos y me di cuenta que en realidad eso era también lo que yo venía buscando desde el regreso de mi novia a nuestro país. Repentinamente la sangre comenzó a circular rápidamente dentro de mí y experimenté una súbita erección. Peter tenía un ojo atento en mis reacciones y se percató de inmediato de mi estado de excitación. Sonrió pícaramente y miró mi bragueta en forma sugestiva, aproximó su rostro al mío para darme un beso en la mejilla, cosa que no había hecho hasta entonces. Al quedar al descubierto para mi tanto las intenciones de Peter al invitarme como mis verdaderas razones para aceptar la invitación, las hormonas jugaron fuerte. En mis experiencias anteriores nunca había tenido constancias de los artilugios de una persona, fuera hombre o mujer, para tener sexo conmigo. La idea de ser buscado con insistencia halagó mi vanidad y desató un vendaval de emociones. Tomé la cara de Peter entre mis manos y besé su boca apasionadamente. El hombre primero se sorprendió pero inmediatamente respondió a mi excitación con sus propias reacciones hormonales. Nuestras manos buscaron la piel del otro abriendo torpemente las prendas de vestir. Como aun me encontraba en el vestíbulo y no había ingresado a la sala de la vivienda puse a Peter de espaldas contra la pared más cercana, solté el botón de la cintura de su pantalón e introduje las manos hasta llegar a sus glúteos, que apreté fuertemente; sus nalgas llevaron al paroxismo mis necesidades de sexo. Peter comenzó a exhalar gemidos de placer que me excitaron aun más. Luego se puso de rodillas delante mío, desabrochó a su vez mis pantalones, con sus dientes bajó mi slip hasta las rodillas dejando al descubierto mi erección; al verlo gimió de placer e inmediatamente lo introdujo en su boca. Desesperado tomé su cabeza por detrás empujando el miembro hasta que entrara totalmente en su boca. Peter comenzó a boquear al bloquearse su respiración en forma tan brutal por la invasión de sus vías aéreas superiores, de modo que tuve que aflojar la posición y permitir que fuera él quien regulara el acto.
Su succión se hizo más intensa mientras ambos gemíamos de placer.
-Estoy por acabar.- Le dije, encantado con la idea de eyacular en la boca de una persona, cosa que hasta ese momento nunca había hecho.
-Espera. Quiero sacar el máximo provecho de esta erección.- Me dijo; tomándome de la mano me guió hasta el dormitorio, hacia donde nos dirigimos arrastrando los pantalones por el suelo. Una vez allí subió a la cama y se colocó en cuatro patas apoyándose sobre sus brazos y sus rodillas de modo tal que su trasero quedaba casi en el borde de la cama. El hecho que se ofreciera en forma tan obvia para el sexo anal me desconcertó al comienzo, ya que ni siquiera había pensado en que iba a hacer para satisfacer mi deseo. Al ver mi inexperiencia Peter dio vuelta su torso, tomó mi pene en sus manos y lo introdujo superficialmente en su ano. Yo entonces empujé con energía forzando la totalidad de mi miembro en el interior de la cavidad. Peter exhaló un grito que no supe interpretar si era de dolor, placer o ambos. Ambos comenzamos a bombear al comienzo torpemente hasta que conseguimos acompasar nuestros ritmos. A pesar de que tenía necesidad de eyacular traté de contenerla para hacer durar el acto lo más posible. Finalmente el clímax ocurrió en medio de una convulsión de todo mi cuerpo. Por unos instantes estuvimos quietos sin fuerzas para movernos; y luego las energías regresaron progresivamente. Ambos nos tendimos exhaustos y sudados en la cama. Cuando consiguió dominar su respiración me dijo.
-Jamás he tenido una experiencia sexual tan plena. Me alegra que nos hayamos encontrado en el Promenade y que hayas caído luego en las redes que te tendí. En realidad como te había visto tan inexperto y timorato dudé que todo esto fuera a pasar. Rápidamente me di cuenta que no tenías experiencia en este tipo de sexo, de modo que estoy encantado de haberte iniciado.
Luego de higienizarnos cenamos en silencio, ya que ambos estábamos sumidos en nuestros pensamientos recordando lo acontecido y ninguno tenía voluntad de hablar.
Al salir del apartamento para regresar a mi casa Peter me tomó de la mano y me dijo.
-John jamás debe saber lo ocurrido entre nosotros pues es extremadamente celoso, y podría abandonarme y tomar represalias físicas contra ti. Prométemelo.
Cuando así lo hice me besó en la boca y me expresó con su gesto picaresco.

-Te espero mañana a la misma hora.

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CHAPTER 2
The consequences were immediate; from the day following the return of my girlfriend and her aunt to Buenos Aires I began to feel the void caused by their departure, really a new experience in my stay in New York, as in the period before Susana´s arrival I had not felt it. Retrospectively thinking her visit, instead of helping me to overcome loneliness had the paradoxical effect of accentuating it, at least in the period immediately after her return.
Probably this temporary void left me in a state of psychological vulnerability, which had the consequence of lowering my taboo barriers of that time, fruit as I said before of my upbringing in a relatively prudish and puritanical society at least in the external forms. The experiences that happened afterwards perhaps would not have occurred to me had I not been exposed to solitude.
Upon returning from my job a few days later I decided to wander along the Promenade, that strip of coast I referred to before, close to my apartment and overlooking the bay and the southern part of the island of Manhattan. Although consciously I would have never recognized it, there was in fact a hidden motivation within me to expose myself to new experiences and relax somewhat the firm control that my alleged moral consciousness and self-protection instincts kept on my actions. Up to that moment I had set barriers in order to keep New York and its assumed dangers away from me. So maybe I was then looking in some obscure and unconscious manner to expose me to have the experiences that actually happened.
Walking that afternoon along the Promenade I happened to see Peter, one of the gay neighbors who had kindly invited me at home as I briefly mentioned above. He was just walking with his small dog of an unknown breed.
“ Hi Peter!” I spoke loudly to call his attention because he had not noticed my proximity. “Walking alone today?”
The question was due to my surprise at not seeing his partner John, with whom I had always found him walking in the Promenade.
“Hello Alex!” Both the tone of his voice and his gestures showed clearly that finding me had caused him both surprise and pleasure.
“Yes.” He went on. “John has traveled for a few days to New Jersey to visit his family. And you’re alone too?”
“ Yes. My fiancée has returned to Buenos Aires, and she is not planning to come back to New York, at least for a while.”
For a moment I discerned in his eyes a flicker of interest; maybe because I was actually looking for that reaction in him, ephemeral as it was.
“So we’re both alone.” He said and after reflecting for a moment added. “Why don´t you come and have dinner with me tonight? Although I know you have dinner later than what´s usual in this country, maybe we can both agree on an intermediate time.”
“All right, time should not be a problem.” I agreed in a perhaps somewhat vehemently way that Peter did not fail to perceive. “Is eight o´clock right for you?”
After a few minutes of conversation each went his way, as Peter argued he needed time to prepare food for the night. We had finally agreed that I would visit him at 7:30 PM. This left me time to buy a bottle of wine, get a shower and change my clothes.
At the agreed time I rang the bell at Peter´s house. As he opened I noticed he had changed his attire and his attitude in comparison with my previous visits when John was present. Instead of his usual discreet costume he was now dressed in clothes with a rather feminine and provocative appearance; a wide and almost transparent shirt that showed his chest and tight pants that highlighted his rounded buttocks. His usually neutral manner had become somewhat girly as well. I immediately realized that Peter wanted to use his partner´s transitory absence for having a sexual adventure; the band that was covering my inner eyes also disappeared and I realized that in fact that was also what I was expecting since my girlfriend’s return to our country. I was looking forward to something, anything, to happen to me.
Suddenly blood began to flow quickly within me and I felt a sudden erection. Peter had a keen eye on my reactions and immediately realized my state of arousal. He smirked and looked at my crotch suggestively; he brought his face close to mine and kissed me on my cheek, something he had never done before. As both Peter´s intentions when he invited me and my real reasons for accepting the invitation were uncovered, hormones began to play hard. In my past experience I never had proof of the contraptions of a person, male or female, to have sex with me. The idea of being sought with insistence flattered my vanity and unleashed a storm of emotions. I took Peter’s face in my hands and passionately kissed him back in his mouth. The man was surprised but immediately responded to my excitement with his own hormonal reactions. Our hands sought the skin of the other clumsily removing his clothes. As we were still in the apartment lobby and had not entered the living room I pushed Peter until his back was resting on the nearest wall, I then let out the waist button of his pants and avidly introduced my hands down to his buttocks, which I squeezed with relish; the contact with his flesh led my sexual desire to paroxysm. Peter began to exhale moans of pleasure that excited me even more. Then he knelt in front of me, unbuttoned my pants and with his teeth pulled down my slip to the knees exposing my erection; as he saw my penis he moaned with pleasure and immediately placed it between his lips. I took his head desperately from behind pushing it until the penile fully entered into his mouth. Peter began to gasp as his breath was blocked by the brutal invasion of his upper airways so I had to somewhat loosen the pressure I exerted on his head and let him be in control.
The act became more intense as we both groaned with pleasure.
“I’m about to have an orgasm.” I said puzzled by the idea of ejaculating into the mouth of a person, which had never happened to me until then.
“Wait. I want to make the most of this moment.” Said Peter. Then holding my hand he led me to the bedroom, towards which we headed dragging our pants on the ground. Once there he got on the bed and placed on all fours resting on his arms and knees so that his rear was almost on the edge of the bed. The fact that he so obviously offered it for sex took me aback at first, since until then I had not even thought what I would do to satisfy my desire. Taking charge of my inexperience Peter turned his head looking at me, took my penis in his hand and inserted superficially inside him. I then pushed energetically forcing all of my penile inside the cavity. Peter let out a scream I could not ascertain whether it was in pain, pleasure or both. We both started pumping awkwardly at the beginning until instinctively we could encompass our rhythms. Although I was urged to ejaculate I tried to refrain it to make it last as much as possible. Finally the climax came amid a convulsion of my whole body. For a moment we remained extant still powerless to move; and then gradually our energies returned. We lay on the bed, me on top of him, both exhausted and sweaty. When he got control his breathing Peter told me.
“I have never had such a fulfilling sexual experience before. I am glad we have met in the Promenade and you’ve fallen into the networks that I have laid. As I had tagged you as inexpert and timid I had my doubts that this was going to happen. I quickly realized you did not have experience in this kind of sex, so I am delighted for having initiated you.”
After washing ourselves we ate in silence, as we both were immersed in our own thoughts remembering what had happened and none was willing to talk.
When I was leaving his apartment to go home Peter took my hand and told me.
“John must never know what happened between us as he is extremely jealous, and could leave me and take physical retaliation against you. Promise me.”
When I did so he kissed me in my mouth and told me with a roguish voice.
“I´ll be waiting for you tomorrow, at the same time.”
Although I had had sex before they had been “regular” sex experiences, i.e. heterosexual, as if belonging to a canon ever written. I had never been part of fellatio, nor had performed anal sex, let alone with someone of the same sex. The horror I felt before by this kind of transgressions with their aura of sin or unnatural fact was put on hold finding that a perfectly heterosexual male