Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 13:53:58
From: lyle benton <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Berto's Roses- Part 1      Beginnings

     This story is a complete work of fiction. It never happend but I hope
it will someday, in the not too distant future. Most of the stories I post
at Nifty are true and are written in one part. This one will be a
continuing saga and I don't know excatly where it will go. I do have some
definite ideas, though, so come along with me. If you like the series and
have any ideas or personal experiences you'd like for me to consider adding
feel free to email me at ben_sc@ hotmail.com.

Berto' Roses

By Ben

Part I

Whew! So many changes for me in the past few months. It started with
winning $1.6 million in the State Lottery (we finally got one in South
Carolina!). Of course you don't get it all at once and you take a beating
from the IRS, but there was still a pretty decent chunk of change left over
and I knew exactly what I was going to do with it. I saw SEVERAL investment
counselors and worked out the best way to make my annuities work for me.

     The first order of business was to make sure that I had enough money
coming in so that I could work out a divorce settlement that would be able
to take care of my (soon to be ex-) wife. She has pretty steep medical
bills due to emotional problems and she has to have somebody to keep her
out of trouble financially. It comes as no surprise that people you haven't
seen in years come crawling out of the wood work.

     Most are deadbeats and jerks, but one lady had some legitimate needs.
She didn't want for me to just give her money, she really wanted to earn
it. She had been pretty good friends with my wife for many years, but
because of one thing or another, they had drifted apart. Her husband had
recently passed away, and since their apartment was a part of his working
arrangement, she was being forced to move.

     I knew that she was good at managing money and that she was a
meticulous housekeeper-neither trait was shared by my wife, so I proposed
that she move into our house, keep house and take care of my wife's
financial responsibilities. I also included a generous stipend for her and
we all agreed to a cordial settlement.

     My wife has known that I am gay for a few years now. It has been a
"don't-ask-don't'-tell" situation with her since my ex-lover "outed" me to
her. I wanted to make sure that both of our sons were out on their own and
that she would be okay before I petitioned for a divorce. My older son has
just finished college and the younger one has opted for a stint in the
U.S. Navy, so they are all set. With the money coming in from my broker, my
alimony was automatically taken care of and I had my military retirement
plus a big fat check every month going into my own private bank account.
The papers were filed. My wife was agreeable. I got her a shiny new car,
took the older one and headed out West, across country.

  I had bid my job farewell and made arrangements to see my son graduate
from boot camp. I was looking for a simple quiet life alone and had decided
to try out a sleepy little village in the Northern part of Baja California,
Mexico. Saying good-bye to Charleston was a little harder than I thought it
would be. I had live in the "Holy City" most of my life and there were a
lot of good memories there.

     The first leg of my trip was to Atlanta. I had wanted to check out the
Southeastern Meet Company since I saw there website from a link at
Augusta's Parliament House Gay Social Club and Hotel. Not being familiar
with Atlanta, I called ahead and got directions. Very nice guy on the
phone. I went ahead and paid my membership fee and my entrance fee in
advance.

     After a few wrong turns and getting lost only once. I found the place.
I checked in and a very good looking guy (30ish, tall, slender, great ass
and a bright smile) welcomed me and gave me a flyer that showed the general
layout of the place, the rules, and other information. I stripped, put my
things in a locker , snapped my black leather cock ring/ball separator on,
grabbed my towel and went t explore.

     This place was huge and, unlike the Parliament House, everything was
inside one building. The website had mentioned that the original place was
actually built in an old meat packing plant. I thought that was pretty
appropriate because I fully intended to do a little "meat packing" myself!

     I tend to get to these kind of places early, just to check it out
before all the crowds get there and I'm too distracted by naked male flesh
to scope out the geography later. It had just turned 10:00 P.M: and the
place had just opened for business on this Friday night. I found the
showers and took a long hot relaxing one. I heard another shower start up
while I was in there. I made sure that I brought a disposable douche with
me so that I would ready to receive any attention that was aimed in that
direction. I also brought condoms and lube but was able to leave them in my
locker as both were provided in abundance by the club.

     I finished my shower, toweled off and purposely waited for the other
guy to finish so I could check him out, but he was into VERY long showers
it seemed. I decided he was going to be around later on and I would
probably meet him anyway. I walked around and found the TV room already
showing a fairly high quality gay flick- hot young Latinos in a variety of
body coupling-very nice, but I was after warm real man flesh.

     I walked along the ramp and found that there were glory holes all
along the wall where guys could line up and get blown or suck cock coming
through the wall. I checked out the other side and found that there was a
row of booths with doors that provided anonymity to the cock suckers that
would soon be inside them. I also found MANY booths with glory holes on
either side as well as some larger ones without holes- clearly these were
designed for small group activities. There were beds located here and there
as well as a raised platform room, a dungeon , and a tunnel of some sort.

    I was able to hear other guys arriving so I casually strolled towards
the sounds. I first saw what appeared to be a couple, from the way they
walked together and their body language. The shorter of the two was about
5'8" late 30's to early 40's, kind of thick bodied and very hairy. His
buddy was just under 6 feet tall, a little older, more trim and not quite
as much hair. They walked in and turned toward the shower room. I thought
that the taller one had a pretty good butt. His companion must have thought
so too because he had his hand on it all the way around the corner.

     An older gentleman came in and walked toward me. While he showed some
interest in me, I was not attracted to him. I smiled and said "hey", but
did not encourage him in any way. He walked on past and entered the area on
the booth side of the ramp. Then guys started coming in small groups of 3
or 4. Not necessarily together, because they went their separate ways as
soon as they entered. I followed a couple of hotties around at a discrete
distance and when one of them slowed down in a dark area I approached him.

     The code of conduct in this place was to touch your potential partner
on the arm or chest to initiate sex.  If he is interested, he will return
the gesture, if not he might move away, block your hand or simply say, "No
thanks." Very little verbal communication is offered or needed. Everybody
knows that everybody else is looking to hook up sexually, anyway.

     This guy seemed receptive so I reached for his cock and fondled him.
He returned the favor and we drew closer, face-to-face so that our
stiffening cocks were touching and we could explore each other more
thoroughly. It's always a little awkward at first because you don't really
know what the other guy is into.  Does he kiss, does he suck or want to be
sucked? What about fucking? Is he a top or a bottom? Should it come to
that, does he want to play exhibitionist or should we retreat to one of the
larger more private booths?

   This guy was really cute. Late 20's or early 30's, about the same height
as me- 6', and had an average build, not muscular and not at all fat.
Smooth except for a light dusting of hair between his pecs and a trail
leading down to his pubes. I looked into his eyes and brought my face
closer to his in an effort to see if he was into kissing. He correctly read
my signal and placed his mouth on mine. He continued to fondle my cock and
balls as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately,
tongues wrestling hotly.

     This guy could kiss! We rubbed our bodies together and both of our
cocks were rock hard and ready. I really like to kiss but I reluctantly
broke off and started kissing down his neck and chest. I sucked and gently
nipped at each nipple as I slowly worked my mouth down his body. One of his
hands was on the back of my head, gently encouraging me while the other
hand found and tweaked my left nipple.

     I licked and kissed my way down the trail of hair in the middle of his
stomach and was on my knees when I got to my ultimate target. His cock had
grown to a thick, throbbing 7 inches, slightly leaking precum from the
slit. I cupped his balls in my right hand and formed a circle with my right
index finger and thumb around the base of his cock-it barely reached!

     I licked the precum off the tip of the head and then placed it against
my lips. Being careful not to scrape him with my teeth, I slowly sucked his
cock head into my warm mouth. I swirled my tongue all over the head and
turned and twisted my head around his cock. He now had both of his hands in
my hair and was slightly pushing his hips forward. I knew he wanted more of
his hard cock in my mouth, but I wanted to tease him a bit longer, first.
He leaned his shoulders against the wall behind him and pulled me with
him. I never broke contact with his cock and he never quit his low quiet
moans.

     I could hear and see, in my periphery vision, a couple of guys walk
towards us, slow, stop and then watch as I drove this guy crazy with my
tongue. I took mercy on him and plunged down on his cock completely.  This
caused him to suck in his breath sharply and then he hissed, "Oh. Fuck!"
His cock head was planted firmly in the top of my throat and I swallowed
and constricted my throat muscles around it. I did this until I could no
longer hold my breath and then slowly slid back up his cock and teased the
head some more.

     I moved up and down his cock in slow smooth strokes, sometimes pausing
to tongue the head, alternating with holding it in my throat and working
the muscles there. My free hand was exploring his body anywhere I could
reach with it. His belly, chest, nipples, back ass and legs. He gently
guided my head on his cock, not forcing, but encouraging me. We must have
been giving quite the performance for our small audience because one of
them kept saying, "Damn!" and I could hear at least one of them jacking his
cock as he watched.

Without much warning, and with a considerable about of noise, my subject
suddenly started cumming. It was only then that he grabbed my head firmly
and started fucking my mouth as he shot his load. He finally stopped
cumming, but he didn't stop fucking my face for quite awhile. Most guys are
too sensitive to do that, so this was a turn on for me. I just let him have
his way. He wasn't really rough, just sort of aggressive and I let him get
all the pleasure he could from my mouth.

He let go of my head and pulled me to my feet, leaned forward with his head
on my shoulder and held on to me for a few minutes. When his breathing
slowed sufficiently, he lifted his head and brought his open mouth to
mine. I felt his tongue inside my mouth and knew he could taste the small
amount of cum hat I had not managed to swallow already. We kissed and
touched and held each other for awhile, and then he said, "Thanks, man.
Gonna be here for awhile?" I assured him I was planning to stay the night
until the 6:00 A.M. closing time, unless I found somebody special to leave
with. He then said, "Maybe it will be me, but I WILL get back with you
...."

To be continued...

I hope you like it so far. We have a long way to go. While you wait for the
next part, please enjoy some of my other stories. There are several listed
at the Authors links-look for Lyle Benton (all but one are true), "Ben's
First Time" (also true) is in the Military section, and "Crossing the
Border" is a true story in the Encounters section. I love getting fan mail.
Let me know what you think!