Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 21:37:14 +0000
From: Ben nobody <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
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.