Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 19:44:04 +0000 From: Ben nobody Subject: Berto's Roses- Part XXXII Beginnings Berto's Roses By Ben Part XXXII I was awakened by soft kisses and a strong hand grabbing my butt cheek. I opened my eyes and saw a look of confusion on Jake's face. "What's the matter?" I asked, and sat up in the bed. "When I was waking you up, you said something..." "Oh, what did I say?" "I'm awake, Berto." I inwardly panicked. What was I going to tell him? My mind was racing. Trying to maintain a calm look I smiled and said, "Oh, yeah? Berto wakes me up most of the time when he is here. I guess I thought you were him." "Well, I hope he doesn't wake you up like this!" Jake said. Then he stuck his tongue in my ear and reached around to grab my cock. I was hard almost instantly. "No, not quite like that." I laughed. "C'mon .Get your lazy ass out of the bed. I want to get those windows finished on the sunroom so we can finish your studio tomorrow." "What's the hurry? We're not exactly on a tight schedule. This is Mexico, mi amigo. Ya gotta learn to take things slower and relax a little." "I am relaxed. I just want to have time to see you in action. I'd love to see you paint." "Well, I don't know about that. I have never painted with an audience before. Besides, I have to be depressed to paint well. I don't know why, but that's the way it is. And I'm happy right now." Jake kissed me and grabbed my butt again. "Okay, get your happy ass out of bed and give us a hand finishing up anyway. That will make ME happy." I rolled off the bed onto my feet. Jake had already dressed. I fumbled my way into my shorts and T-shirt, splashed some water on my face and followed him out to the sunroom. Carlos was there waiting for us. I helped them lift the remaining windows in place and held them while they attached them. The sun had continued to warm the air and a steady breeze blew in from the gulf. When all the windows were in place. I was inside the sunroom and noticed that it was pretty warm in there with all that glass blocking the wind. I looked at the high ceiling and decided we were going to need some big ceiling fans. I opened the windows and the door and the breeze blew in freely. Everything operated smoothly. I guess that's what happens when professionals do the work. I felt bad that Jake was doing all of this on his vacation, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, so I didn't push the issue. The sun had not "crossed the yardarm" but this was a great stopping point. Manuella volunteered to take Carlos home and was going to visit with her sister for awhile. I asked Jake if he wanted to take another stroll on the beach, this time in the sunlight. He wondered if Bob would like to go along, too. I bristled a bit at this, but I went up and asked him anyway. To my surprise and disappointment, he agreed to go. I turned the sprinklers on low as we passed through the garden. Berto had told me when it was windy, that the roses tended to dry out and needed more watering. I figured they would be fine while we all went for a walk. Jake, Bob and I reached the opening in the adobe wall by the beach. We walked barefoot onto the sun-warmed sand. Jake just naturally took my hand in his as we strolled. I noticed Bob looking at us, not from disapproval, but maybe a little jealousy. He was on my other side, so I held his hand too, and this brought a smile to his face. He really was looking a lot better, today. We talked about a lot of things. I asked Bob when Mack was due to come back. "He's going to be here in a couple of weeks. He wants to see how things are progressing on the house and then he is going to go to Mexico City with me for my next check-up and treatment. " "I was thinking," I said. "Maybe we could have a little party of some kind when the work is finished on the house. Maybe while Mack is here and before Jake has to go. We could invite all the people who worked on the house, and maybe have Ricky and Jose down, too. Shoot, maybe even Berto and Carla if they can take a break from school." "Entertaining already? Yeah, sounds great." Bob replied. "Will the work be done by then?" "Most of it. The hot tub and bathroom fixtures will be here tomorrow. I was kind of hoping they would be here today, but it turned out for the best that they weren't. Carlos and Jake just finished the windows on the sunroom. The plumbers are due on Friday, according to Ricky and so is the adobe mason." "What's left after all that?" Jake asked. "Just the tiles in the bathrooms and I was noticing that we are going to need some ceiling fans in the sunroom. I think some indirect light in there would also look good. I did that at my house in Charleston with plastic rain gutter and fluorescent fixtures. The look is very simple and it's easy to do. I also need some studio lights, but that can wait until later." "Okay, sounds like a plan. I'll invite Mack's partner to come for the party as well. I'll just have to have Mack and him stay in one of the guest rooms while he's here." Bob didn't seem thrilled with this prospect. "Why don't we go for a swim?" Asked Jake. "The water looks great for body surfing." "Great idea!" Bob chimed in. I knew exactly who's body he wanted to surf. But he started peeling off his clothes and ran into the surf like a little kid. It was good to see him feeling so good. Not to be outdone, Jake was soon naked and ran into the water up to his perfect ass, then knifed his way through a wave and swam strongly away from shore. I followed suit when I saw Bob closing in on him. We splashed and played and had a great time. Bob disappeared under the surface. The next moment, Jake got a surprised look on his face. "What is he doing, Jake?" I asked, irritated. "He's sucking my cock under water. How does he keep from drowning?" I was instantly pissed and started in their direction to pull Bob off. Jake said, "It's okay, let him play. I'm going to bed with you tonight. Besides, He doing a hell of a job!" I sure as hell didn't like it, but I didn't want to come off like a jealous husband, either. Jake and I weren't partners. We hadn't even told each other "I love you". But as long as it was a little bit of harmless play, I could live with it. Bob broke the surface, gasping for breath. He shook the water from his hair, wiped his eyes and smiled. "Can we do that in a little shallower water?" He asked. Jake looked at me and I reluctantly nodded. We moved toward the beach and Bob knelt in from of Jake and sucked his entire cock into his mouth. I was standing off to one side, looking pouty and Jake motioned for me to come closer. He reached his hand around my neck and drew me into a kiss. His right hand was on the back of Bob's head, encouraging his mouth action. His left found my cock and began stroking in rhythmically. Jake broke the kiss, put his forehead on mine and gave me a "Are you okay with this?" look. He was so damned cute. How could I resist? I smiled and we kissed again deeply and passionately. I felt Jake's hand pull away from my cock and then a wet and warm suction on it. I knew that Bob was now sucking on my cock, which had grown hard from Jake jacking it. I had to admit. Bob could really suck a cock. Jake moved around behind me and reached around to tweak my nipples. He rubbed his saliva-slicked cock in my butt crack while he kissed my shoulders, neck and ears. Between the two of them they really had me going. I wanted Jake inside me, urgently. I moaned deeply and pressed my ass against Jake's hard cock. He squatted slightly behind me and his cock head found my asshole. He pushed up while I pushed down and he was fully inside me. "Oh, God..." I moaned. To be fucked and sucked at the same time was unbelievable. Jake was "long dicking" me-withdrawing slowly until he almost had his cock completely out, then slowly pressing all the way back inside. Bob has working the head of my cock and would occasionally deep throat me and hold my cock deep in his mouth. I sure wasn't expecting all of this when I suggested we walk on the beach. It was so intense that I knew I would be cumming fast. I felt my orgasm rushing through me and literally yelled something unintelligible. My entire body shook as I unloaded my semen into Bob's mouth. As each spasm overtook me, I would shudder again, and again. My legs were weak, and had it not been for Jake holding my body to his, and Bob propping me up in front, I would have been face-down in the surf. They let me down slowly and I sank to my hands and knees, panting loudly. Jake knelt behind me and reinserted his hard cock. He continued fucking me and was now pulling completely out of me and opening my asshole back up with every stroke. Bob was observing this very closely while jacking his own cock. "Now that's what I call fucking!" He proclaimed. All too soon Jake achieved his orgasm and blew his load all over my back. I assumed this was for Bob's gratification. I couldn't see it, but it felt like a pretty big load. "Holy shit, Ben, when was the last time you let this man cum?" I made it to my feet and gave Jake another long kiss while Bob continued his masturbation. "Follow my lead and let's help get him off, okay?" Jake nodded. I leaned over and took Bob's left nipple into my mouth. Jake came around front and sucked in the right one. "Bite it." I said through my teeth while looking at Jake. Bob groaned loudly and I reached behind him and harshly shoved the middle finger of my right hand up his ass without warning and all at once. Bob yelled, "Ohhhh, FUUUUCK!" and came like a fountain. He splattered cum all over Jake, himself and me. Bob could barley stand, let alone walk. Jake and I dragged him into the water and we washed the cum off one another. We all exchanged kisses, Bob's mouth tasted like cum-my cum. When we were all breathing normally, we slowly made our way up to the beach to our clothes. We walked back nude to the house, letting the wind and the setting sun dry up before we stopped at the wall and got dressed. "I'm starving!" Jake and Bob said, simultaneously. I felt the same way. "Why don't I grill us some steaks and we can eat in the sunroom again and enjoy the sunset?" Bob suggested. "I'll see if Manuella is back yet and let her know." I volunteered. I met her coming into the kitchen and told her Bob wanted to cook steaks on the grill. I also told her I wanted to make a big salad. She could take it easy for the night and let us take care of her for a change. She wrinkled her forehead and looked doubtful, but she seemed okay with it. "And Jacob, what will we do?" she wanted to know. "Hmm, maybe he can make the salad dressing or a dessert." I suggested. Manuella thought for a minute and then said, "Si I will show him a dessert to make. JAACOOB!" she shrieked. I though I wouldn't hear that kind of noise while Berto was at school. Jake walked in and said, "Si, Manuella?" She launched into a litany of Spanish, taking a mile a minute and making wide hand gestures. Jake just kept nodding and saying "Si." I'm glad he understood her. I grabbed a huge bowl and threw into it everything I thought would go well in a salad. I put it on a large cutting board, with a sharp knife, the steaks, a bottle of water for me and a Corona for Bob, then made my way out to the sunroom. I gave Bob the steaks and the beer and began cutting up the ingredients for the salad. The vegetables were fresh and crisp. I learned from Bob that they were delivered every other day from a wholesaler out of San Augustin. Just the mention of that place made me think about Berto. I wondered if he was doing okay. Was he homesick? When would he be able to come home for a visit? I finished the salad and left it on the table. I went back to the kitchen and got plates, bowls, knives, forks, and napkins and carried it all on a tray to the table. The steaks were just about done, so I went to check on Manuella and Jake. They were laughing loudly and I asked them what they were doing in there. "Just fooling around." Jake said with a wicked grin. He pinched Manuella on her butt and she screamed, then laughed until she cried. "Well when you get finished, wash your hands and grab something to drink. The steaks are ready." I found several bottles of salad dressing in the big refrigerator and took them out. "We're coming, now. You guys are going to love this dessert." Jake followed behind me carrying a large platter. Manuella had filled a bucket with ice and bottled water and several Coronas. They put there offerings on the table and I pulled out a chair for Manuella. Jake took the stack of plates to Bob at the grill and served up the steaks. We all sat down and enjoyed a wonderful meal. Everything was perfect. The weather, the company, the food all came together and it was an evening to remember. I looked around our sunroom and could easily envision these sorts of evenings with our bed and breakfast guests. Jake, was right. We did love the dessert. It seemed that Manuella could do anything with a tortilla. I don't know exactly what they had done, but there were rolled tortillas with strawberries, pineapple, whipped cream and chopped nuts of some sort. It was delicious and I happily overate. After dinner we talked and laughed. Bob and Manuella told embarrassing stories about each other. We got to know a little more of their history. She had been working for him since he first got to Mexico. She was a single mother with a small child and he needed somebody to do his house keeping. She had been working in a cantina when Mack and Bob came in and things just worked out that she came to work for him. We cleared the table. Jake and I helped Manuella clean up and then we went to bed. We were tired from all the swimming and sex and good food. I snuggled into Jake and we fell asleep almost instantly. I woke up in the middle of the night and slid down under the covers to take Jake's soft cock into my mouth. He immediately became hard and woke up. "Nice alarm clock you got there." He said. He pulled me up into his arms and we kissed and made slow, beautiful love for over an hour. The orgasm I had was not as intense as the one on the beach, but it was more intimate, more special to share it with just Jake. We cuddled again, afterwards, and I fell asleep with Jake kissing my shoulder. I'll keep on writing if you will. I love to hear from you! Write to me at ben_sc@hotmail.com. If you haven't read any of my other stories, check them out under the "Authors" link. Look for "Lyle Benton".