Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2001 10:09:36
From: lyle benton <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Berto's Roses- Part V Beginnings

     Unlike most of the stories that I have posted, this one is fiction.
Although there are elements of truth and actual experiences here, still it
is my fantasy. Please, feel free to email me at ben_sc@hotmail.com.

Berto's Roses

By Ben

Part V


	I was awakened by the telephone and it was the hotel front desk
asking if I would be staying another night. Jake was still asleep behind me
so I gently shook him awake. I asked him if he wanted to spend the night
with me and he pulled me close to him and kissed my shoulder. "I would like
nothing better than to spend the night making love to you again, but I have
to get back to Jacksonville tonight. I was only in Atlanta for a kind of
last night fling before I fly over to Naples, Italy at midnight."

	I pulled my hand of the phone and told the desk clerk that I would
be checking out in a little while. I hung up the phone and turned over
toward Jake. We snuggled and kissed and stretched and made all the slow
sleepy motions of waking up. His cock was hard again and still covered with
the condom he had filled up in my ass a couple of hours before. My cum had
dried on my stomach and chest , as well as on Jake's arm while he was
holding me as we slept.

We were warm and happy and I wanted to stay this way with him forever.
Nature was calling me quite loudly and I rolled over, stood up and walked
into the bathroom. I lifted the toilet and peed a hard heavy stream, bring
up foamy bubbles as the left over cum in my urethra mixed with my urine. I
stepped in front of the mirror and saw the remnants of our love-making all
over the front of me. I touched it and smiled, remembering how it got
there. I opened the big shower door and started the water. I stepped in and
got under the warm stream of water. I heard Jake peeing and the toilet
flush, then felt a rush of cool air as he opened the shower door and asked,
"Mind if I join you?"

"Are you kidding me? Get your ass in here!" I stepped back and let the
water spray over Jake's smooth torso. He lowered his head into the water
and then came up sputtering and shaking the water off his face and hair. He
opened his eyes and saw me watching him and a big, silly grin split his
face. He looked so sweet and sexy standing there all wet and naked. I just
couldn't keep my hands off him. I pulled him to me into a big hug. At first
I nearly drowned because this caused my face to be directly in the shower
stream, but we moved around until I could hold him and breathe at the same
time.

We rocked and swayed and almost danced as the water cascaded on and between
us. His wet, nakedness felt so good next to mine-so comfortable, so
right. Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling aroused by this, but I did feel very
close to him, emotionally. With his eyes-on love making it seemed we had
connected on a more than sexual plane. I knew that it would be so easy to
just let go and fall in love with Jake. I wanted to, but I also knew that
we would be parting in just a little while and the chances were good that
we would never see each other again.

We lathered up and got each other clean between tender kisses and much body
contact. Jake turned of the water and I got the huge fluffy white towels
and I dried Jake, then he dried me. I began packing my stuff as Jake got
his things together and started to dress. He opened his wallet and pulled
out his business card. "Here, I want you to call me when I get back from
Italy. I know you will probably be in Mexico by then, but I really want to
hear from you again."

I took the card, put it in my Day Planner and put it inside my overnight
bag. Jake waited for me to get dressed and finish packing, then we headed
for the elevator. There were other people with us on the way down so we
didn't get to kiss. I checked out, grabbed my bag and we walked to the
parking garage where we had both parked in the early hours of the
morning. I put my bags in my car and turned to say good-bye. A handshake
seemed so inappropriate, and besides, neither Jake or I knew anybody in
Atlanta anyway. I put my arms around him and he returned my strong
embrace. Jake kissed my neck and shoulder, then looked up and into my
eyes. "Damn," I thought, "do I have time to go to Italy with him?" I knew I
didn't. We kissed long and tenderly, neither knowing or caring who saw
us. Another tight hug and he got into his car, flashed that amazing smile
and drove away.

I sadly unlocked my door and sat down to drive. I felt a warm glow, a sort
of a tingle in my ass, reminding me that Jake had had his cock in there and
that we had made wonderful love together. I looked into the rear view
mirror and found that I, too, was wearing a shit-eating grin. I checked for
traffic, backed out of my space and headed out looking for I-20 West.

I was making pretty good time, stopping only for gas and bathroom breaks
(which I tried to time together). I had grabbed a sandwich from a Subway
about 3 o'clock, and as the sun was setting near the Texas border, my
stomach started growling. I was beginning to get sleepy, too, so I checked
the next exit for lodging signs. There was a choice of a Best Western, a
Motel 6 and a local flea-bag place. I opted for the Motel 6 as all I had
planned for the night was a nice, relaxing meal and a good night's sleep. I
checked in and got their last non-smoking room. I threw my bag on the bed
and went back out the door looking for a place to eat.

There wasn't anything in sight near the motel, so I asked a couple of kids
(they could have been as old as 20, but they were kids to me) if they could
recommend a place. In a slow Southern drawl, much different than a
Charleston accent, the taller of the two, a skinny blonde, told me there
was a good family- type restaurant just around the curve in the road. I
thanked him and started toward my car and the shorter brunette told me that
it wasn't far and it was a nice walk. I was a bit wary at that, but didn't
really want to drive anymore right then, either. I had parked my car under
to bright street light and I made sure all of the doors were locked. I
thanked them again and walked off toward the direction they had indicated.

They were right on both counts. It wasn't far and the food was excellent. I
had ordered meatloaf and a potato/cheese casserole. With a large glass of
unsweetened tea, my stomach was satisfied. I left a generous tip for the
waitress who had big hair and so much blue eye shadow on, you could have
chalked up a pool cue in it.

As I walked back and finally noticed how clear it was. There was a nice
breeze blowing and there were a million stars showing brightly against the
deep blue sky. I decided that it might be nice to have a cold soda before I
went to bed so I went looking for a machine. I found one near the pool and
was headed for my room when I saw the shorter, dark haired kid sitting at
the outdoor table in the pool area.

I waved and he asked me if I found the restaurant okay. I told him I did
and that I enjoyed it very much. He said, "Cool, my mom works there. I'll
let her know you liked it." I tactfully asked if she was the waitress. He
laughed and said, "Oh, God no! That's Marion. My mom is the cook over
there." I laughed with him and asked him to tell his mom that I had,
indeed, liked the food. I also apologized for making any assumption about
Marion being his mother.

He said, "She try to hit on you?"  I asked, "Who, Marion? Naw, she was just
being friendly. He chuckled and said that it surprised him cuz there
weren't many good looking guys in town and she tried to pick up strangers
all the time. "I reckon it wouldn't have done her any good to try anyway,
would it?" I got my soda from the machine and turned to face him. "Uh, what
do you mean?'

He blushed and kind of hung his head down. He looked at the ground and
stammered... "Well, it just that I figured....um, well it's just that I
thought....I mean, when I saw...." He looked up at me, embarrassment and
fright in his expression.  "When you saw what?" I asked and smiled to try
to reassure him. "I saw that sticker. You know that one in the back widow
of your car?" I thought about it and I realized he must have meant the
rainbow sticker I had put there just before I left Charleston.

"Ah, I see. And what did you think?"  He looked like he wanted to crawl
under the table. I was just sadistic enough to enjoy this. I sat in the
chair on the opposite side of the table and just looked inquiringly at
him. "Well....Shit! .... I just thought it meant that you
were....were...you know, ...queer, I mean gay or something." He looked up
at me to see if I was going to be angry with him. I wasn't and I smiled
again and said. " That is what it means. I am queer, gay or something."

"Really?  Um, ... I mean, that's cool. I don't mind at all. That's just
fine, man...." I laughed and told him I was glad he approved. He looked
confused for a minute and then finally got it. He laughed too, and looked a
little more relaxed. I got the feeling I wasn't dealing with the sharpest
knife in the drawer here. But he was friendly and kind of cute. I held out
my hand and said, "Now that you know the intimate details of my sex life,
maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Ben." He shook my hand and said,
"Randy. Randy Stewart."

"Pleased to meet you, Randy. What do you do around here?" I naturally
assumed that he had some connection with the motel. "I clean the pool and
keep the lobby and parking lot straightened up. They let me have a room
here when my mom works all night at the restaurant." I looked surprised and
asked, " Does she work all night every night? "No", he shook his head,
"Just mostly the weekends. Fridays and Saturdays. After the breakfast shift
on Sunday morning I drive her home and she has two days off."

"Are you the only one at home?" I asked.  "Only one there ever was." He
shook his head and looked at me rather sadly. I didn't ask any more. He
looked at me and I could tell he wanted to ask me something. "What is it,
Randy?"  "Well, I was just wondering what it was like..."  "Uh-oh," I
thought. I think I know where this is going."

"What it's like?"  I asked.  "Yeah, I mean, to do it with a guy."  Now it
was my turn to stammer. "Uh, Randy, I don't know if I should be talking to
you about this."  He quickly said. "It's okay, Ben, I'm twenty one and I go
to the junior college..."  He looked at me expectantly. I sighed and said,
"Okay, what do you want to know?"

To be continued...

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