Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 15:15:47 +0000
From: Ben nobody <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Berto's Roses- Part XVII Beginnings

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Berto's Roses

By Ben

Part XII

	My arms were around Berto and I held his young, smooth, naked body
tenderly. He turned and kissed my lips, my eyelids, my ear, and my
neck. "Ben", he said. I didn't answer. Again, this time a bit louder. "Ben,
wake up Ben. We must shower and dress for dinner."  This made no sense to
me. I just wanted to lay here and savor this moment with this beautiful
young man...

	"Ben, wake up. Papa will be upset with me if we are late for
dinner."  I opened my eyes and expected to see Berto's sweet, young
face. Instead, I saw Ricky's handsome one with his sexy smile. He kissed me
again. "Are you awake now? That must have been some dream you were
having. You had such a joyful look on your face, and what about this?" I
felt Ricky grasp my hard cock.

	I blushed deep red. "Yeah, I'm awake. Let's get cleaned up. Where
is Jose?" Ricky rolled his eyes and pointed to the bed on his other
side. Jose was still asleep, softly snoring. "Help me to get him up. He was
up early this morning and he must have been very tired."

	"Oh, poor baby! After him scaring me to death today, I should put
him in the shower and turn on the cold water!" I carefully stepped down
from the high bed and walked around to the other side. I pulled Jose's long
body into a fireman's carry and asked Ricky to start the shower. When he
had the water adjusted to a comfortable temperature, I walked in and placed
Jose's head directly under the stream.

	He rose up sharply, sputtering.  I had to maintain a firm grip on
his legs as he was now wet and slippery. He shouted a few garbled words in
Spanish and finally realized where he was. "Ben what are you doing? Put me
down!" I laughed and did as he asked. We managed to get cleaned up without
incident.  Ricky had to shave because his beard is quite heavy and he was
beyond a five o'clock shadow.

	We dried off and walked back into the bedroom. It was then that I
noticed three tuxedos hanging on the outside of the closet doors. Ricky
opened a drawer and extracted socks and underwear. He turned and threw a
set to Jose and then to me. I just stood there dumfounded watching them
pull up their underwear, stuffing their cocks and balls into the snug
briefs.

	Ricky looked up and saw that I was still naked. "Ben, come, my
friend. Get dressed. Papa will be expecting us in a few minutes." I looked
at what I caught. Like them, I had a pair of black briefs. Looking at the
tag, I saw that they were silk and were my size. I slipped them on. The
feel of the fabric on my shaved balls was very erotic.  I sat in one of the
wing chairs to put on my (their) socks.

	Jose took the longest-looking tuxedo and began dressing himself. I
guess when Ricky said we had to dress for dinner, he wasn't kidding. Ricky
took the middle tuxedo and began putting it on. That left the third one for
me. I just hoped it would fit. As it turned out, it was as if I had had it
fitted for me. I had a hell of a time trying to figure out how to tie the
bow tie. Jose came to my rescue and then I was ready to go except for
shoes. I had a pair in my room, which were the right color, but definitely
not for use with formal wear.

	When I asked Ricky about it, he just wanted to know what size shoe
I wore. I told him a 10 and he said. "Bueno, that is Papa's size." He made
a call and in less than two minutes, I was wearing what appeared to be
brand new formal shoes. The tuxedos we wore were identical. Jose and Ricky
looked like movie stars. The fit was incredible and (unlike me) they
obviously wore this attire often enough to be comfortable in it.

Jose took my hand and we followed Rick to the "casa grande". We entered
what would have to be a library and found Don Chavez enjoying a small glass
of some sort of beverage. I don't move in these circles often so I am
ignorant about such things. Don Chavez rose upon our arrival and said,
"Good evening. Would you care to join me for some sherry? Dinner will be
served as soon as Carla joins us."

Ricky and Jose accepted the sherry that Don Chavez served them. I declined,
but gratefully accepted some chilled water.  "Have you heard from your
friend about his medical condition?" the Don asked me. "No Senor Chavez, I
have not been in contact with his house in Santa Rosalia, since my arrival
here. Perhaps I will call later this evening."


"If you would like, you can make you call while we wait for Carla. She is
seldom prompt, much like all women." The Don smiled at this. "Oh. Well
then, thank you, I will." Don Chavez led me from the room to a small
vestibule off the main hall. On the way, he asked if Jose had shown me
around. I got an idea and spoke to him.

"As a matter of fact, Don Chavez, he did. I was wondering if you would join
me in a little joke for Jose's benefit." I continued through his puzzled,
but intrigued expression. "Jose had a bit of fun at my expense today. It
was all in good fun and no harm was done, but I would like to repay him a
bit."

"Of course, Senor, but what must I do?"

"When I relate the story, later, I would appreciate it if you would act
angry with him. I have noticed that he has the highest regard for you and
he would be devastated to think you were unhappy with him."  The Don
chuckled at this and said. "Ah, yes, he would indeed. I would be happy to
enter into this venture with you. Here is the telephone, Senor."

"Gracias, Don Chavez. I promise to be brief." He nodded and turned back
toward the library. I called Bob's house and was told by Manuella that Bob
would be back the following afternoon. I had kind of hoped that I would get
a chance to speak with Berto, but it didn't happen. She did tell me that he
felt confident that his University exams went well for him, though. I knew
I didn't have a lot of time so I told her I would be home before Bob
arrived. We said our good-byes and hung up.

I returned to the library and had no sooner picked up my water to sip it
when Don Chavez announced, "Ah, here she is at last, but certainly worth
the wait! Ben, may I present Carla to you?" I turned and saw a beautiful
young Latina. She was dressed in a pale yellow cocktail dress, which was
very flattering to her shapely figure. Her shiny black hair was pulled
tightly into a large bun on the back of her head. Her make-up was
conservative and well done. She extended her hand and I noticed the nails
were polished but not colored."

I thought to myself, "Surely this is not Don Chavez's wife." I knew better
than that she might be Ricky's, however, I, myself, was once married. Ricky
cleared up the mystery for me. "Carla is my dear hermana, my baby sister."
I shook my head. "Hardly a baby, Ricky. I am pleased to meet you Senorita
Chavez. I shook her hand and received her smile-an exact duplicate of her
brother's.

"Shall we enjoy our dinner, now? Asked Don Chavez. Without waiting for an
answer, he led the way through another door to an elegant, but intimate
dining room. I knew from Jose's tour that this was not the main dining
room, which was enormous. I was grateful that we would be eating here,
instead. Ricky offered his arm to his sister and followed their father. Not
to be outdone, Jose took my hand and we took up the rear.

The dining table was large and round. It was of a deep colored wood and
gleamed in the light from the centerpiece of roses and lighted
candles. Surrounding it were six padded chairs. Don Chavez pulled one back
and seated his daughter. He sat to her left and indicated that I should sit
on her other side. Jose sat next to me and Ricky was seated between his
lover and his father.

I looked at the table in front of me and knew I was in big trouble. There
were plates stacked on plates and a multitude of silverware on either
side. I didn't know what was what. I was certain I would embarrass myself
. The staff brought out the appetizer. A spicy bean soup. They ladled it
into the top most plate (which I realized, belatedly, was a shallow bowl).

I wasn't sure what to do so I looked up and the other three men were
looking at Carla rather expectantly. She smiled and acted as the perfect
hostess by selecting the outermost spoon and delicately tasted the
soup. The men then followed suit and I followed their example. I found that
by watching her, I would stay off the "dumbshit" list.

The dinner was excellent and the conversation was animated. There was
business discussion between Ricky and his father. Jose and even Carla
joined in as well. Carla asked me about my cross- country trip. She
informed me that she had been to Myrtle Beach for spring break that year.
Don Chavez turned to me and gave me a small wink. "Tell us about your
sightseeing today, Ben."

I smiled and took my cue. " Jose showed me some very lovely sights, Don
Chavez. Your estate is very impressive. Aside from Jose playing "Scare the
Gringo", I had a wonderful time. " I tried hard not to look at Jose as I
said this, but he started coughing and everyone tuned to look at him.

"What does this mean, Ben? Jose, what did you do to my guest?"

Jose opened his mouth to answer, but I jumped in. "Oh is was nothing. He
was just having a bit of fun with me." I related the morning's adventure
and watched as Jose's face reddened. When I finished, I turned toward the
Don. His face had reddened as well. There was a vein protruding at his neck
and his eyes were bulging. "Man this guy can act!" I thought.

"Jose, you have acted inexcusably. Ben is MY guest and you treated him
savagely! You have disgraced me and this estate. Ben, please accept my
apology for Jose's actions today. I can guarantee it will never happen
again. Jose your employment is terminated and you will remove yourself and
your belongings before the morning light!"

Ricky was on his feet. "Papa, please! Do not do this! What he did was
wrong, but do not send him away. Ground him from flying if you must, but he
belongs here with me!" I was feeling really badly now. I had meant to play
a joke on Jose, but I hadn't let Ricky know.  Jose was mortified. He had
tears in his eyes but couldn't speak. Carla was watching the whole exchange
with her eyes and mouth wide open.

"Don Chavez, please, Jose was just playing a little joke on me. I am fine,
really." The Don turned to me and said. "When you told me you would bring
this up, I had no idea that he had put your life in danger, Senor. My
decision is just and it is final. Jose, you may finish your dinner and then
you will please remove yourself from my property.

"Papa, no..." said Ricky and Carla in unison.

"Not another word!" Don Chavez glared at his children and especially at
Jose. I couldn't believe this. I would never have said anything had I known
this would happen. The joke I planned for Jose had turned into a
disaster. I sadly looked at Jose and Ricky, then at the Don. He saw my face
and exploded into laughter. The old fart! He was having us all on, and
enjoying himself immensely.

It took the other some time before they realized that the old man was
joking with them. The look of relief on their faces was comical. I started
to laugh, too. "Oh, Jose. I am a cruel man. But I wanted to repay your
little joke in the plane today. I didn't know Don Chavez would have us all
in fear. You are a fine actor indeed, Senor.

Don Chavez accepted the sincere compliment with pride. "Thank you,
Senor. Jose you are fortunate that Ben has such a fine sense of humor."
This pretty well ended dinner and we all rose and went into a very
comfortable sitting room. Not quite a den, but it had some rather
impressive sound equipment, and, I learned, a very nice home theater as
well. We drank coffee and talked comfortably. I mentioned that it had long
been a desire of mine to operate a bed and breakfast in a small quiet
community. My friend (Bob) had suggested that I come to Mexico and perhaps
we could have a joint venture. I also let them know that I would be
returning to Santa Rosalia in the morning. This brought regretful clucks
from them, but they understood my need to be there when Bob got home.

After awhile, the Don excused himself and made his departure. He kissed his
daughter, his son and Jose. I received a strong bear hug and an open
invitation to return at any time. He also offered his services and
expertise with real estate, contractors, financiers and anything else I
might need in my plans.

As soon as he left, Ricky and Jose untied their ties, unbuttoned several
buttons and kicked off their shoes. Carla pulled an invisible device of
some type from her hair and it fell, long, straight, and shining to her
waist. It looked like a shampoo commercial-beautiful. She, too, kicked off
her high heels, leaving her at a height just barely over five feet.

They encouraged me to get comfortable as well. Carla and Ricky wanted to
watch a movie and Jose set everything up. Carla left for a few minutes and
returned with an enormous bowl of popcorn. She sat with me on one of the
sofas, facing the screen. Ricky and Jose sat on the other.

The popcorn bowl was passed several times as we watched the film, but
somehow ended up in Carla's lap. She ate over half of it. We had Cokes as
well. Carla talked softly to me about a variety of subjects. She made it a
point to comment on how much closer Ricky and Jose were since my visit. We
looked over and the two of them were sitting very close to each other,
holding hands and kissing lightly from time to time.

"I was beginning to worry about them for a time. They did not quarrel, but
there seemed to be a problem of some sort. Maybe they just needed a good
friend, like you."  I thanked her and passed off her comment. I, of course,
did not inform her that what they had needed was for her brother's lover to
fuck him in the ass occasionally. Some things little sisters just didn't
need to know.

It was nearly midnight when the movie ended. We men picked up our shoes,
ties, and cummerbunds. We each received a kiss from the lovely Carla and
made our way to Ricky's house in our stocking feet.  The fireplace was
burning low. Ricky looked at Jose, who was obviously tired. "I am going to
put this one into bed. Would you care to join us?"

I shook my head and laughed softly. "I think I put poor Jose through enough
tonight. Good night my friend. No hard feelings?"  Jose smiled sleepily ad
said, "Never, `mano." He gave me a strong hug and a rather passionate
kiss. I nearly changed my mind about Ricky's invitation. Ricky half-carried
him through their door.

I sat on the hearth and pulled off my socks, jacket and shirt. I watched
the flames for a bit and let myself unwind and relax. I felt a light touch
on my shoulder and heard Ricky's quiet voice. "I love to sit and watch the
fire. It is so peaceful." I looked around saw that he was naked. He
suggested that I get comfortable as well. I stood and removed my pants and
the black silk brief.

We sat facing each other on the wide hearth. Ricky's legs were over mine
and our feet were by each other's bare hips. This brought our faces close
enough to kiss and to talk intimately. "Jose is very happy and so am I. We
both thank you for helping him feel better about himself."

"I did very little. The rings will work for him, but maybe he should see a
doctor to make sure there isn't a physical problem. It's the easiest thing
in the world to fix." Ricky thanked me again and kissed me tenderly. We put
our heads on each other's shoulders and held each other. We than started
exploring with our hands.

Ricky turned his head and teased my ear with his tongue. I reacted, as I
always do, but instantly growing hard and getting goose bumps down both
legs. This is my "go button" and Ricky instinctively knew it.  I turned to
meet his mouth and we shared a very long, passionate kiss and drew each
other closer with our legs. Our hard cocks met and pressed into our
bodies. Ricky bent nearly double and took my cock between his lips. He took
it in, down to the base and released it, slippery and wet.

"Make love to me, Ben." He whispered into my ear before sticking his tongue
in it once more. It was really just a matter of pushing my cock down and
pulling Ricky's cock and balls up. I lined up on his asshole and we both
pushed forward slowly until I was fully inside of him. We kissed and
touched tenderly while we moved our bodies to make love. It was slow and
sensuous and just natural.

I reached down and lightly stroked Ricky's cock in rhythm to our motion. I
used my fingertips to caress the head and it became swollen. Ricky was very
quiet when he reached orgasm. My first indication was a full-body shudder
that ended at his sphincter, tightening it around my cock. Then he kissed
me fully on the mouth and held tight to me. I felt his cum, warm and thick
on our bellies.

He leaned back, supported himself on his hands, and closed his eyes. He
speeded up his fucking motions on my cock and I felt my own climax
building. As I began to shoot, Ricky pressed onto me completely. My cock
spasmed for several long seconds and I drew Ricky to me in a tender
embrace. The warm fire, the soft light and the afterglow of our lovemaking
lasted for a long time.

I held this sweet man in my arms and gently kissed his neck and
shoulder. My hands softly rubbing up and down his sides and back, feeling
the smooth skin and defined muscles. This reminded me so much of my fantasy
I had for David and me. I hadn't though of him in months. The memories and
the tender loving moments I had just shared with Ricky caused me to reach
emotional overload.

My eyes filled and a tear ran down my cheek and onto Ricky's shoulder. He
must have felt it because he sat back and looked at me with concern. "Ben,
what is it? What is wrong, mi amigo?"  I shook my head and smiled through
my tears. "It's a very long story. Many happy memories and a few sad
ones. I will tell you about it some time. I promise. For now just hold me."

We cuddled for a long time and then began to tire. Ricky got up and told me
to stay where I was.  He left and returned with two pillows and a big
fluffy quilt. He lay down on the soft rug by the hearth and motioned me to
join him. I lay down facing the fire and Ricky snuggled up behind me,
wrapping his arm around me and pulling me against his hard smooth body. He
intertwined his hairy legs with mine.

The arm he had under my pillow reached out and he took my hand in his. I
pulled it to my lips and kissed it. His response was to kiss me softly n
the shoulder as he held me to him. I knew, at that moment, I wanted what he
had. He and Jose were so much in love. I hadn't felt that since I was with
David. I missed that feeling. Ricky was holding me in his arms, but I
wasn't in his heart. Not like Jose was. He was showing me comfort and
friendship, but his love was with Jose.

I knew this, and I smiled. Someday, I thought to myself, I would have it
again. I didn't know who, and I didn't know when, but it would come to me
as it did last time-when I least expected it.


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