Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 18:10:22 +0000
From: Ben nobody <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Berto's Roses- Part XXXVII Beginnings

Berto's Roses

By Ben

Part XXXVI

As I stirred early the next morning, I found that Ricky still had his ass
and back snuggled up next to me. U held him close and pressed my morning
wood against his butt crack. I looked over his shoulder and the fire in the
fireplace had diminished to a soft warm glow. I could hear birds calling in
the pre-dawn air. This was a wonderful way to wake up. I would have reveled
here forever, but I had to pee!

Being as quiet as possible, I slipped from under the quilt and tiptoed
through the bedroom where Jose and Jake were sleeping. After emptying my
bladder, I decided to take a shower. I walked into a shower that you could
have parked an 18-wheel truck in. Does anyone really need six showerheads
and a jacuzzi in their personal shower?

I took a long hot shower and got a giant fluffy towel from the warmer.
Wrapped up and warm, I stepped into the bedroom. The sun had begun to
lighten the sky and I could tell that Jose was snuggled up behind Jake in
the bed and that they were both uncovered. A closer inspection showed me
that Jose's thick cock was firmly implanted in Jake's asshole.

Apparently they had awakened at some time during the night and decided to
play some more, then fallen asleep that way. It was a hot sight to behold
and I really wanted a picture of the two of them like this in the golden
morning light. I quietly made my way to the bedroom I had stayed in before
and got my camera. I was walking back when I heard Ricky stirring.

"Where are you going, Ben?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"C'mon. Let me show you something." I motioned for him to follow me into
his bedroom.

Ricky rose and wrapped the quilt around himself. He walked sleepily to me
scratching his balls. He was even cute first thing in the morning,
sleepy-eyed and hair disheveled. "Que esta?" He asked

I opened the door and we walked in. It was even a bit brighter now but Jose
and Jake hadn't moved. I started shooting pictures from various angles and
distances. Jose's smooth cat-like body next to the muscular one of Jake
made for a great subject.

Ricky must have thought so too. He had dropped the quilt and was fingering
the shiny metal ring which pierced his cock head.  His cock was completely
hard and standing out at a forty-five angle from his tight, defined body. I
looked through the lens again and noticed that Jose had begun slowly
thrusting his cock in and out of Jake's ass. I switched from still shots to
movie mode to catch the action.

Jake woke up enough to reach behind him and felt where Jose was pushing
into him. He then reached further back and pulled Jose's hip to bring him
inside fully. Jose put his arms around Jake's shoulders and they were into
full-fledged fucking. I was watching all of this intently through camera so
it was a surprise for me when I felt Ricky's hand on my hip, soon followed
by his warm wet mouth engulfing my hardening cock.

Instinctively I panned down and got a beautiful shot of Ricky, on his knees
and sucking me urgently. He rolled his dark eyes up and looked directly
into the camera lens. Backing off he performed some excellent tongue work
to the head. I realized that he was now performing for the camera.

By now, Jake was moaning with every inward thrust of Jose's hips.  He had
raised his legs toward his chest, allowing for maximum penetration. This
was going to be one hell of a hot film. Jose had his mouth at Jake's ear
saying word's I didn't understand, but I'm sure Jake did. Ricky was
plunging his mouth hard up and down on my cock and I was soooo close to
cumming.

Ricky was stroking his own cock and Jose was performing a "reach around" on
Jake. I damn near dropped the camera as I began my orgasm. Ricky never
slowed down and I just kept shooting, both with the camera and my
cock. Jose groaned and pushed his cock fully inside Jake. His body shook in
spasms as he unloaded his spooge deep in Jake's bowels.

Jake and Ricky came, simultaneously, seconds later. I caught as much as I
could on camera, but finally had to put it down and it on the bed. It
wasn't until then that Jose and Jake became aware of my presence and that
Of Ricky.

"What are you guys doing? Did you enjoy the show?" Laughed Jake.

"Oh yeah, and you will too once you see the playback." I told him.

"What? You were filming us the whole time?" Jose croaked?

"Yeah and it was really hot. I got Ricky sucking me and everybody cumming,
too."

"Oh man I can't believe you guys." Said Jose, but I could tell he was not
upset. I knew he would like to see himself in action. He finally withdrew
his cock and Jake rolled over to face him. The embraced and kissed sweetly
on the mouth. Not to be outdone, Ricky reached up and held my face. I
leaned down and kissed his mouth, tasting my own cum and my tongue battled
with his.

Breaking the kiss, Ricky said, "Come you sex fiends. Let us clean up and
get ready for our trip to Mazatlan."  I grabbed my towel from where it had
fallen from the floor, put my camera on the table by the bed and followed
the three naked men into the big shower.

We washed each other and kissed and caressed. I had never had an intimate
shower with more than one other guy before. Four men, four completely
different bodies, soapy and slick under the hot water pouring from the
shower heads in two different directions. I thought to myself that maybe
there WAS a need for a shower like this after all. I decided that the big
shower at Casa de la Rosa should be set up like this, sans the jacuzzi in
the corner of course.

We turned off all the water, dried each other with the warm towels, and
went to get dressed.  Ricky suggested that we dress comfortably for the
flight. We would be taking the smaller four-seater as Don Chavez had the
Lear jet and would be using it to bring him to the festival from Mexico
City.

Jake and put on jeans, polo shirts and Nikes. Jake asked me about our
costumes and I assured him that they would be waiting for us at our
destination. We walked out of our room and Jose was waiting for us in his
ever- present tight leather pants. He had put on an ornately embroidered
white cotton "tourist" shirt and looked good enough to eat. He took us by
the hand and led us to the outdoor table where Ricky was waiting for us.

The table was laid out with fresh fruits, tortillas, condiments and
coffee. I ate a light breakfast because I knew Jose would be flying us in
that tiny little plane and I didn't want to get sick. God only knew how he
would show off for Jake, a fellow pilot, so I wasn't taking any chances.

Finishing breakfast we walked to the huge garage and Ricky took the wheel
of the Lexus SUV. Jose sat in the back seat with me and Jake road shotgun
so he could see some of the estate on the way to the airstrip. Jake and
Jose pushed the small plane out of the hangar while Ricky and I walked to
the fuel pump.

 The two pilots performed safety checks while Ricky made a few phone
calls. Soon we were all ready and Jose asked Jake to sit up front with
him. I sat directly behind Jake and Ricky sat behind Jose. Jake was given
the honor to take off and he brought us off the ground smoothly.

 Jose had told Jake about caring the shit out me last time I flew with
him. Jake got a shit-eating grin on his face so I immediately informed him
that I would puke all over him should he decide to play games with me
too. Jake must have taken me seriously, because he behaved himself and
headed the plane toward Mazatlan.  I wasn't at all sure just exactly which
direction or how far we were going, but it was a nice flight filled with
pleasant conversation. Jake and Jose took turns piloting the craft and Jose
made the landing at the airport. We turned the plane over to the ground
crew and got into the resort limousine. We wound our way through narrow
streets, up and down scenic hills and then turned into a beautifully
decorated hotel.

Palms and orange trees abounded throughout the grounds. Bright tropical
flowers were growing everywhere. The limousine stopped in front, under the
pristine white awning. The doors were opened on both sides of the car by
handsome, young Latin men in bright, puffy sleeved shirts.

"Buenos dias, Senor Chavez. Your Father has already arrived and is waiting
to see you all in his suite. Your suite is ready for you as well." Said one
of the young men.

"Gracias, Esteban." Ricky gave him a quick hug. "How is your mother? Will
she be here for the fiesta?"

"She is well, Senor. Si, she will be here and very happy to see you. "

"And I her. Hola, Lido! How does it go with your amiga?" Ricky hugged the
other young man.

He blushed, visibly.  "It goes well, Senor Chavez. She has agreed to marry
me if her papa will allow it."

"And why would he not, amigo? Shall I have a talk with him? I have known
you for your whole life, and I would only tell him the good things I know
about you." Ricky teased.

Lido laughed and shook his head. "No, no we get along very well. It is just
that she is his only daughter and he wants her to finish university before
she marries and bears him grandchildren."

"Perhaps if you were to agree to name your first son after him, it might
hasten his decision." Jose contributed, smiling and lightly punching him on
his arm.

We laughed and made our way through the immense busy lobby to the
"executive " elevator. Of course Ricky was greeted by nearly everybody
along the way. The elevator stopped at the penthouse and opened directly
into a glass atrium which afforded a breathtaking view of the resort and
the white sandy beach.

Don Chavez greeted us as we entered. As always, he was impeccably
dressed. He wore a light weight beige suit, starched white shirt and a red
striped tie. I always felt underdressed in his presence and wondered if he
wore this ensemble to bed.

I introduced him to Jake and they shared a firm handshake.  We sat down to
have a drink and I enjoyed some delicious lemonade. The Don spoke of his
business dealings in Mexico City stating that he would be returning there
in the next week or so. To tie up some lose ends. I invited him to our
party in Santa Rosalia and he accepted stating that it was on his way,
therefore very convenient. He was looking forward to seeing my little
enterprise.

I, of course, extended the invitation to Carla as well.  I knew that Berto
was free to come home for the party and assumed she would be as well. Don
Chavez thought it best if he sent his limousine down with them as he would
be flying to Mexico City directly from the party.

I mentioned that Bob would be traveling there as well for his next
chemotherapy treatment. The Don graciously offered to take him along. When
I mentioned that Mack and Manuella would also be going, he didn't even
blink. "Then they shall all be my guests. Jose will be flying me there on
the Lear jet and Ricky will be going as well. Would you care to join our
little troupe? And your friend as well, of course." The Don indicated Jake.

"Thank you, Don Chavez, but I will be traveling to Chicago to see my son
and Jake will be returning to Jacksonville at that time, but I do
appreciate your generous offer."

`Perhaps the next time, then. Have you ever been to Mexico City?"

"No sir, I haven't had the pleasure." I said. Jake shook his head.

"It is very big, heavily populated and the altitude is quite high. Some
parts beautiful, though the air is a bit tainted at times." I had heard
that Mexico City had a smog problem and nodded my understanding.

"I would like that very much, Sir."

We had finished our drinks it was time for siesta. It was decided that we
skip the no0n meal and catch a good nap as we would likely be eating and
partying all night long. We took the elevator down one floor. Jose unlocked
and opened the door to our suite. I guess I should have been used to the
grandeur which always Ricky, but I always seemed to be awed by the next
spectacle.

The main room of this suite was big enough to play full court
basketball. There was one bedroom at either end each with it's own bathroom
and dressing room. The ceilings looked to be 12 feet high with wrought iron
and heavy wooden chandeliers. The entire suite was decorated in a
southwestern motif and was very masculine. Floor to ceiling windows
overlooked a large terrace and the beach beyond and below.

There was a large table with four chairs in front of the windows. I guessed
this was for indoor dining. There was also a table chairs and lounges on
the wide terrace itself. Each bedroom had separate, private terrace with
lounges as well.

The high wall opposite the windows was dominated by a huge painting. Its
larger than life characters were of a matador in his bright suit of lights
and a bull turning and charging all in one movement. The artist was able to
depict all the motion and sheer power of the moment. Out came the camera. I
had to remember this place.

Ricky and Jose retired to their bedroom and I followed Jake into
ours. "Shit! Can you believe this place?  Those guys live like this all the
time. That Jose is one lucky son of a bitch. I wish I had a rich boyfriend
like Ricky."

	For some reason this comment hit he entirely wrong. What the hell
did he mean? While I didn't feel like Jake and I were exactly boyfriends,
it still sounded a little insulting to me. Also, knowing how Ricky and Jose
felt about each other, it pissed me off that Jake assumed that Jose was
there just for the money.

	I flopped on the king-sized bed. "You know, Jake, you can be a real
asshole sometimes."

	Jake crawled in beside me. "What? What did I do now?" he asked.

	"Never mind. If you don't know, it would be a waste of time trying
to explain it to you. Let's just get some sleep. It's gonna be a big night
tonight. Have fun, but do try to behave yourself, okay?"

	"What?" Jake asked again. I reached over and kissed his cheek. Then
rolled over and went to sleep.


This story is not over -- not by a long shot. Please keep reading and
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