Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 21:37:14 +0000 From: Ben nobody Subject: Berto's Roses- Part XX Beginnings Okay, it's been a few days, Where were we? Ah, yes. I remember now... ben_sc@hotmail.com. Berto's Roses By Ben Part XX Another gorgeous dawn. I could smell something wonderful coming from the direction of the kitchen. I decided that I was going to have to pluck up the courage to defy Manuella and investigate in there, too. I wanted to make sure that the kitchen was outfitted well enough to handle the guests I was hoping would be here in the not so distant future. I performed my morning ritual in the bathroom, thinking that I might need to give up this nice big room for one of the smaller ones, in order to rent it out as a suite. Truth is I didn't need all of this space for just me, and we could ask much more for this room than for one of the smaller ones. I was showered and dried in a matter of a few minutes. I asked Manuella for a big cup of coffee. She brought it to me and said, "Senor Roberto is still sleeping. Would you like something to eat while you wait for him to wake up?" "I think I'll wait and eat with him, if that's okay. Did Bob tell you that I will be staying here and we will be partners in a Bed and Breakfast here?" "Berto told me you were staying here, Senor Ben. This makes me very happy. What is this Bed and Breakfast, Senor?" "Well, it is sort of a small hotel. We plan to put in a few more bathrooms and do a few other things and rent out the rooms to guests. What do you think about that, Manuella?" "Oh I don't know, Senor Ben. I think people will like to stay here in this house with the beach and the water. It is nice here. Is there much to do to prepare the casa for this?" "We will have contractors in to see what we will need to do. Um, Manuella, I am going to need to look at the kitchen to see what we will need to do in there, also. Will that be okay with you?" "Oh, si. Just let me clean up after breakfast, Senor Ben." I assured her I would and then walked out into the garden to watch the sunrise. The view was breathtaking. I returned quickly to my room and got my camera. They reds and golds of the morning clouds and the long shadows which were cast by the rising sun gave me plenty of subject matter. I walked around the wall for a short distance and nearly ran over Berto who was bent low, watering his roses from an immense, battered watering can. I watched as he emptied it and turned to refill it from the faucet nearer the house. It was then that he first noticed me standing there. "Buenos Dias, Senor Ben! What do you have there?" he smiled his greeting. "Good morning, Berto. It's a camera. I was taking pictures of the sunrise. It's beautiful." "Si. Muy bonita." Agreed Berto. "Will you take a picture of me, Senor Ben?" Was he kidding? "Of course I will, Berto." He immediately struck what he thought was a dignified pose and I had to laugh at him. This caused him to laugh and then I took his picture." "Does the picture come out now?" he wanted to know. I explained, as best I could, that it wasn't a Polaroid camera. I told him that since it was a digital camera, that I could show him the picture I took, but would have to print it for him when my computer and other things got here. I'm not sure how much of this he actually understood, but he accepted my explanation. I showed Berto the display on the camera. He wanted to see the picures of the sunrise also, so I set up the slide show for him. It was in reverse order so when the pictures of the sunrise were over the next frame was of Berto sleeping on the balcony. I hadn't even thought about it, and here I had been caught red handed. Berto looked up at me in surprise. "Um, Berto ... I was walking around yesterday, and ...um... Well, I saw you asleep upstairs, and you looked so peaceful that I took your picture. I didn't want to wake you up. Is that okay with you?' Berto smiled broadly and said, "Oh, si, Senor Ben. I like to have my picture taken. My I see your other pictures? " I tried to remember what was on the camera and decided that, if there was anything he shouldn't see, I could just shut it off. I started the reversed slide show and there were several other pictures of him sleeping from different angles. This seemed to delight Berto and the slide show continued. Next came a picture of Ricky and Jose at their pool. Thank God I had taken pictures of them with their speedos on that day. I watched Berto's reaction to the picture. He looked up casually and asked, "Are these your amigos in San Augustin?" "Yes, this one is Jose, and that one is Enrique. I call him Ricky." Berto looked at the small screen again and there came pictures of Ricky and Jose tenderly touching each other and kissing. Berto looked up again and said, "Ah, your friends are lovers, like Senor Roberto and Senor Mack." Now it was my turn to be surprised. Mack? The Lawyer? So that must be Bob's "little bed warmer". Berto knew about it and just took it all in stride. This was just a fact, as was it a fact that Jose and Ricky were lovers. It was just like the sunrise every morning to Berto. No big deal. I knew that the pictures of Ricky and Jose making love were coming up, so I switched off the camera and suggested that Berto show me how to properly water the roses. We walked to the faucet and he filled the watering can again. He showed me how much water the roses needed. It seemed an awful lot and we made many trips to refill the can. I thought about this because the can was heavy when it was full of water. Since we were going to be doing some renovation, I wanted Berto's opinion on something. "What do you think about a watering system for the garden? Then all you would have to do is turn the water on and there would be sprinklers to water the roses. Berto wrinkled his forehead in thought. "I don't know, Senor Ben. I like to get close to the roses to see that they are getting enough water and not too much." I nodded my understanding, then asked. "Well what if I let you be in charge of that? Then you could be sure it was right." "Really? Okay, I will do my best Senor, Ben." He gave me a serious look and stood a little taller with his chest out a little more. He was feeling important and he was completely comical. I had to keep from laughing and the little "Jefe" and took his picture again. We worked in the garden for a couple of hours. I took the time to photograph the roses and, of course, got several candid shots of Berto as well. One picture, in particular, turned out very well. Berto was squatting down reaching for a bush of white roses. He was, as usual, dressed only in his white cotton shorts. I wonder how he was going to feel about having to wear regular clothes at school. The light worked perfectly in this shot. The colors were simple, but contrasting and everything seemed to come together for just this moment. Berto's smooth tanned skin, his shiny black hair, the angle of his body and face, the white of the roses and his shorts against the dark green foliage and the pale adobe wall as a background. It was magnificent. This, I decided, would be my first painting. We were interrupted, once again, by Manuella's shriek. "Berto-o-o..." We looked at each other and chuckled as we shook our heads. Berto started to apologize, but I waved it away. "Go on, Berto, we will work some more later." He smiled and hurried away before his mother's caterwauling continued. "Good morning!" came a voice from somewhere above me. I looked up and saw Bob standing at his open window of his bedroom, coffee cup in hand and naked as the day he was born. God, he really had lost some weight. "That's one hell of an alarm clock you got there." I joked, meaning Manuella. Bob laughed and made a remark about never having to wind her up, either. "When are you expecting Mack?" I asked. "He just called me on his cell phone and will be here in about two hours. Time for breakfast. Tell Manuella I'll be right down, okay?" I nodded and Bob said "Thanks" while he waved his dick at me. I just laughed and walked inside to find our human fog horn. She and Berto were setting plates, and her usual feast, on the table by the windows. I delivered Bob's message and she hurried off to the kitchen for coffee and juice. Again, I notice that there were just two places set at the table. Bob strolled in and I could tell he was feeling better and in a good mood. I wondered, to myself, if Mack was the reason for this. He plopped down in his chair and started chowing down. It was good to see his healthy appetite. He was looking visibly better today and I had a faint glimmer of hope that he was going to be alright. He was freshly shaven and I could smell his cologne, "Cool Water". It brought back a lot of memories of Bob, myself and our third player or the day, in the back of Bob's shop, engaged in one of MANY three-ways. I remembered one guy vividly. His name was Chris and he was a cardiac intern at the Medical University of South Carolina. Bob had met him before on the "Confidential Connection". That was a telephone service that you could use to find others for romance, dating, sex, whatever. I used the Internet to bring guys into our little groups. Anyway, Bob called me, invited me over to his place to meet Chris, and told me he was "my type". When I got there, Chris was already there. He most definitely was my type. He was a smaller guy, about 5 feet 6 inches and weighed about 140 pounds. He was in he late twenties, but had a real boyish look. I wanted to pick him up and cuddle him. Perfect features and soft beautiful medium brown hair, neatly cut and brushed. This guy was CUTE. And he still had his clothes on! I looked at Bob and he just smiled and winked at me. I had to hand it to him. He picked out a good one for me. We all began to undress and it just kept getting better and better. Chris was in a short sleeved dress shirt and dress slacks. He had on some sort of appropriate shoes, but I honestly could not remember what they were. As he removed his shirt and neatly folded it. I saw that he had relatively wide shoulders and a narrow waist which gave him a nice "V" shaped torso. His pecs were flat and square and he had no hair on his upper body, save for his armpits. He unzipped and pulled off his pants to reveal tiny "tighty whities" with a very nice mound in the front. His ass was looking pretty good to me, too. He folded up the pants and off came his socks, then he stood there in his briefs and looked at us expectantly. I moved in front of him, placed one hand on his crotch and the other behind his head, and drew him into a kiss. Bob moved behind him and placed his own crotch against his back-he was so much taller that Chris that it was well above his ass. Bob reached around Chris and took one of his nipples in each hand, gently tweaking them. Chris had one hand in the front of my briefs and the other one was grasping Bob's cock, as he was completely naked at this point. To be honest, Chris wasn't the most skilled kisser I had ever experienced, but he was so cute I didn't mind too much. He reached his other hand to my briefs and slid them down to my knees. I reciprocated and kissed my way down his smooth chest. I moved to my knees and stuck my tongue in his navel, then followed his "treasure trail" with my lips. This led me to his trimmed pubes and his cock. A little over 4 inches long and rapidly expanding and stiffening, it grew to a perfectly straight five and one-half inches. It had a small, tawny mushroom head and he had shaved balls. He wore a narrow leather strap around his ball sac and the base of his cock. He smelled of Dove soap and his skin was silky smooth. I grasped his cock and held it up against his flat stomach, while I filled my mouth with his smooth balls. It was a mouthful and it was wonderful. I rolled them around gently until they were slick with saliva, then let they drop out of my mouth. I placed his cock head in my mouth and slowly sucked in the entire length. My top lip came into contact with his strap it smelled like new leather. I was able to stick out my tongue and lick his balls again. This opened my throat and I could feel the head of his cock brushing the opening. I backed off when I could no longer hold my breath. I grasped the shaft of Chris's cock and worked the head aggressively with my lips and tongue. While I was doing this, Bob was continuing to work Chris's nipples and was kissing his neck and shoulders. Chris was slowly jacking Bob's cock, and his hand was covered with Bob's pre-cum. Chris was interested in sucking some cock so he turned around and bent at the waist, sucking Bob's cock head into his mouth. This, of course, presented me with a hot little ass in my face. Two handfuls of bubble but and not a hair in site. I wasted no time and was soon kissing and gently biting those sweet cheeks. Moving to the middle, I placed the tip of my tongue right at the very top of Chris's ass crack. sliding it down and between those heavenly buns. I worked it lower and lower. Spreading Chris's ass open revealed his pink little pucker nestled in between his creamy ass cheeks. What a sight! In an instant my lips made contact with his warm hole. I kissed and licked all around his asshole and crack, making my nose and goatee wet. I reached between his legs and grabbed his hard cock and slowly jacked it while I ate his ass out with abandon. After a few minute of this, I wanted to feel my cock up that hot chute. He was definitely wet enough, so I picked up a condom, stood up and rolled it onto my cock. I had to spread my legs, wide to bring my cock head to the proper height, as my legs were much longer than Chris's. lining up the head at his sphincter I began a slow and steady pressure until I felt it relax and the head, plus and inch or so of my cock, slid in. He was so thin hipped that I wanted to take it slow and give him a little while to relax and get used to having my cock in him. Chris just moaned deeply and pushed himself back onto my cock. Hot, tight ass gripped my entire cock and I automatically began a steady fucking rhythm, in and out. I bent over and was able to place my arms around Chris and reach up to grip his strong shoulders to use them as leverage as I fucked him. I was taking long, full strokes and I pushing my cock fully inside his hot little butt. Chris continued noisily using his mouth on Bob's cock. I had to admire his ability to focus. When I have been in his position, in the past, I was sucking dick while getting fucked, I had to stop sucking. The cock in my ass felt so good that I was afraid I was going to bite the one in my mouth. Chris didn't seem to have any problem with that. To be honest, I was getting kind of winded. I had been banging Chris's butt hot and heavy for quite awhile. I withdrew and tossed the condom in the trashcan in the bathroom. When I got back to the other guys, Chris had backed off Bob's cock and Bob was jacking it hard and fast. He was close and I knew just what to do to bring him to climax. I walked up behind him and reached my arms around him. I grabbed his nipples and tweaked them really hard. I can't handle rough treatment of my nipples (or any other body parts) but I knew from experience that it would get Bob off quickly. So I gave him a hand-in fact, two. He came within seconds I was jacking myself and so was Chris. I really wasn't getting anywhere and Chris asked me "Do you want be to fuck it out of you?" He had to ask me twice. Because of his accent, it came out "Do you vunt me to fuggit ouduv you?" Once I understood I consented immediately. I have to laugh every time I think about this because of Bob's description of what he saw. He was coming back down from his orgasm and I was on the floor on my back. Chris was between my legs. He was fucking me and Bob was giving a sort of play-by-play documentary. He was commenting on the way Chris was "rabbit fucking" me and that he could barely make out Chris's "butter bean" butt because he was moving in and out of me so fast it was like a blur. I was trying to keep from laughing and Chris was losing his concentration because he wasn't sure if he had been insulted, or not, about his butt. In the end, neither of us came and I had to assure Chris that he had a perfect ass (which he did!). We all got cleaned up and dressed, then Chris had to go. I saw him one other time when Bob and I went to an orgy in Florence, SC. Chris did not travel with us, but he did show up later in the day. Bob and I finished our brunch and Manuella appeared as if on cue to clear it away. "Will Senor Mack be staying in your room, or should I make up another room for him? She asked Bob. "He will be sleeping with me, Manuella, as usual. He will probably want to go out to eat as well, so you won't have to fix a big meal tonight." Manuella looked hurt and asked something quietly in Spanish. "No, no Manuella. Of course Mack likes your cooking. He just likes to go out a lot. You can have a break tonight." She slowly shuffled off after giving Bob a look that said she didn't want a break tonight. "She's so damned sensitive. Mack really does like her cooking, but he likes to drink a lot with his meals and he smokes. Neither of which Manuella approves. As you know, she isn't capable of hiding her feelings and he's very uncomfortable around her. He thinks she doesn't approve of him." "Well, maybe she doesn't think he's good enough for you. How long have you been seeing each other?" "Off and on for over four years, but it isn't an exclusive thing. He has a regular lover in San Diego who thinks he comes down here for legal matters only. It's mostly just sex, but he's become a good friend too. Besides, you couldn't find a better lawyer than Mack." " I'm looking forward to meeting him." We heard what sounded like a truck pull up outside and walked out to see. I was surprised to see a Federal Express truck stopped outside the wall. I guess I just never thought that FedEx would be coming here. Whatever Bob ordered, from where ever, must get here this way-cool. I walked out to the truck so Bob wouldn't try to pick up any heavy boxes, and Berto was suddenly beside me. He had a brief exchange with the driver and turned to me and said, "He says he has many boxes for you, Senor Ben." "Huh?" I was confused. I hadn't ordered anything since I had gotten here. "What is it?" I looked at what they were unloading and I was shocked to see my stuff from South Carolina was already here! The timing must have been perfect for my call last night. Berto and I lugged box after box into my room. It made a pretty impressive stack. I wondered, for the first time where I was going to put all of it. There was no desk or table in my room to set up my computer. I would have to ask Bob if there was a place in town to buy one. The rest of the stuff could be taken care of later. "Do you need help to unpack these?" asked Berto. I could tell by his expression that he wanted to see what was in all of these boxes. "Not right now, Berto. I have to decide what to do with it first, but when the time comes, I'll let you know, okay? "Si, Senor Ben. You just tell Berto when you are ready and I will do whatever you want." Although he was just being enthusiastic, my mind jumped to SEVERAL things I would like for him to do for me. "I will, Berto. I promise. More to come. I would like to thank John T in Dallas, Tommy who let me know of my faux pas on the Alamo, Joey Lai, Eric who told me that I should not flush condoms, Bill (boy wonder), Ted (veteran of Korea), Russel who sends me URLs to AWESOME sites, Bill in Mt. View, CA, and especially Rich in Iowa. You guys are why I keep writing. Your "fan mail" it MUCH appreciated. If I left anybody out it was purely an oversight. Just remind me and I'll make sure you get a mention next time-promise. I actually keep all of the correspondence I get at ben_sc@hotmail.com Other stories I have posted on Nifty can be found under the Author's link. Look for Lyle Benton.