Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 10:38:47
From: lyle benton <ben_sc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Berto's Roses- PartVI Beginnings

     Most of the stories that I have posted are true. This one is fiction.
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Berto's Roses

By Ben

Part VI

	Randy's whole face lit up and he had a big stupid grin, which made
him look even younger than he usually did. I asked myself what I was
doing. I have a son older than this guy. But at the same time, I realized
that he had nobody else to talk to in this truck-stop town . I thought it
might be better that he had the opportunity to discuss it with somebody who
had no intention of taking advantage of him or wanted to hurt him.

	"Um, Randy is there someplace more private to discuss this around
here?"  well, can't we go to your room?" He asked and got this truly ornery
look in his eyes and I swear he licked his lips at me. "Oh shit", I
thought, "I was really only intending to talk to this kid and he wants to
do a lot more than that. Think fast man."

	"Er, are you sort of on-call, here? What if they come looking for
you and can't find you? I wouldn't want you to get fired or something."
"Ok. Then let's go to my room. They can call me from there, but things are
pretty quiet tonight, so I don't think anybody will bother us."  Damn, he
had me there.  I agreed and followed him to his room, which was right
behind the office with just a thin wall separating us from it.

	 I closed the door behind us and he sat on the bed. I took the
chair by the small table. "Okay, what would you like to know?"  "Um,
everything. I want to know what it feels like to touch another guys' dick.
What it's like to put a dick in your mouth, and..."  "...and?" I
asked.

	"Well, you know. Gettin' cornholed." It was everything I could do
to keep a straight face. I hadn't heard the term "cornholed" since I was in
junior high school. I couldn't resist playing ignorant with him.  "What?
Cornholed? What does that mean?"  He looked at me like I was from Mars or
something.  "Cornholed. You know, some guy putting his dick up your butt."
He explained to me with a gesture that indicated that I should know exactly
what he was talking about.

	"Oh, I understand. anal, bottoming, getting butt-fucked." Randy
giggled and said, "Yeah, that's it!  What's it like? Does it hurt a lot?
Cuz I really want to try that." He stood up, started kicking off his shoes
and was reaching for his belt. I stood up and sat him back on the bed.
"Whoa, Tiger. Slow down a bit. I thought we were just talking."

Randy looked up with moist, worried brown eyes. "What's the matter? Don't
you like me?  I've been wanting to know about this as long as I can
remember, and I never had anybody to show me. Wade keeps telling me to shut
up every time I try to talk to him about it. I just think he's scared to
try it, cuz I saw him looking at me before when I was in the bathroom. And,
when I found some stuff on my computer...the internet, and showed it to
him and he just said I shouldn't be looking at it. But he looked at it with
me for a while and I know his dick got a boner just like mine did."

"Who is Wade?" I asked, trying to calm him down. He gulped and explained,
"He's my best friend, my only friend really, besides the ones at
school. Well, you saw him. The guy I was with when I first saw you. He told
you about the restaurant, remember?"  "Yeah, I remember. So, you've been
friends for a long time?"  "Yessir, mostly cuz he's the only guy close to
my age around here that I can hang around with."

"And you've tried to talk to him about your, ..uh.  feelings? Do you have
feelings for Wade?"  "Well, sure, he's my buddy, my dawg. We've been
through a lot together."  "I mean, do you want him to be your boyfriend?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess so. But we couldn't do nothin' like that here. We'd both
get run out of town." I couldn't help thinking that it wouldn't necessarily
be a bad thing to happen to them, but I kept it to myself.

"There are ways to get around it. Do you think he has feelings for you
too?"
  Randy smiled and said, "Yessir, I really do. I just think he's kinda
scared."  "Please, just call me Ben. You don't have to say `yessir' to me
because we are friends. Okay?  "Okay. Sorry."  "It's okay.  Anyway, what
can I do to help?"

He smiled again. Randy was not shy. "I want you to show me how to do it
with a guy. With you."  "Well, Randy I can't just bend you over the bed and
"cornhole" you. I don't work that way."  "Alright, what do we do then?"
Randy was sweet, and Randy was innocent. I wanted his first time to be a
very positive experience for him. I can still remember my first time very
vividly. Don was patient, and gentle, and passionate. I stood up and moved
beside Randy on the bed.

He looked at me expectantly, but with no fear, He trusted me and I was
determined not to do anything that would betray that trust. I reached out
my hand and placed two fingers under his hairless chin.  I lifted slightly
and moved my mouth towards his. Randy automatically closed his eyes and
parted his lips, slightly. I placed my mouth on his and gently , then more
firmly, kissed his young lips. He had a light, almost invisible "moustache"
of fine hairs above his top lip. I moved my hand to his shoulder pulled him
to me. He reached around my waist and held on as if he would fall if he let
go of me.

We kissed for a while and he was quite good at returning to me the fullness
of the kiss. He allowed my tongue into his mouth, and when it retreated,
followed it into my mouth with his own tongue. I placed my hands in his
soft brown hair and kissed him more earnestly. This tender, unsullied boy
as turning me on, and his mouth was intoxicating. I really had to be
careful and not move too quickly and scare him.

We broke the kiss and I looked at his face. He opened his doe eyes and
smiled his stupid grin again. "Wow, that that was cool! I never even kissed
a girl before, except my Mom. Not like that though.  Can we do it again?"
Was he kidding me? Damn right we can do that again. And we did. Again and
again. I kissed and touched and caressed his hard young body. He took my
cue and had his hands all over me too.  The intensity of our kisses
increased and our breathing became heavier.

Breathless and fully erect I broke the kiss and looked into those beautiful
eyes while I began to unbutton Randy's hotel uniform shirt. He looked down
to watch my hands work.  When all of the buttons were loosened, I pulled
the shirttail from his black Levis and slipped the shirt off his shoulders
and arms. I gazed at his smooth chest and stomach. His pecs and abs were
just beginning to make to make themselves known. He either was involved in
a work-out regimen or his job was beginning to get him into really good
shape.

Again taking my lead, Randy took the hem of my polo shirt and pulled it up
and over my head and arms. He put it next to mine on the bed and turned to
face me again. He reached out his hand and touched my chest. He seemed
fascinated with the hair on my chest. I just let him explore. He reached up
and touched my goatee then leaned forward and rubbed his chin and cheeks
over it. His actions reminded me of the way my cat used to rub his face on
mine like that when he wanted me to pet him.

I kissed his face tenderly and ran my hands down his chest, gently grabbed
and slightly pinched his tiny brown nipples. Randy's skin was tanned to a
honey brown color. I assumed he worked without a shirt much of the time and
imagined him standing bare-chested while he cleaned the motel pool. I lay
on the bed and pulled Randy to me so that we were chest to chest and
kissing again. We kissed for a long time, arms and legs entwined. We rolled
back and forth. Sometimes he was laying on top of me, sometimes beside me,
sometimes under me. Hands roving everywhere, I touched his firm ass, his
hard cock through his tight jeans. The difference in our age wasn't nearly
so important to me as it had been earlier.

I rolled Randy onto his back and kissed down his neck to his chest. I
sucked and nibbled gently on his nipples and they stood up hard and
proud. I kissed and licked my way to his navel, stuck out my tongue and put
the tip in his belly button. I remembered, briefly, how this made Jake
ticklish and I missed him already. Could that really have been less that
twenty-four hours ago?

Randy had a sexy little "treasure trail" with the same light wispy hair as
his moustache. It led to the top of his jeans and disappeared inside. I
moved my mouth so that is was over the hard bulge in Randy's 501's and
exhaled my hot breath slowly through the thick fabric and surrounded his
stiff, young cock with it. "Oh, my God..." Randy moaned softly. "I can
feel that down to my nuts, Ben." I unbuckled his belt and then I only had
to contend with 5 little metal buttons to free his cock.

I did this slowly, deliberately, with much groping of his cock and balls.
When they were unfastened I had free access and fully opened the front of
his pants. Much to my surprise, and delight, he was wearing a pair of
shiny, smooth, black bikini briefs. My surprise came first, because most of
the young guys I've encountered preferred to wear boxers. The second part
of my surprise was that he was able to obtain such a hot pair of briefs in
such a backward locality. I thought about it further as I stood up, locked
the outside door and returned to remove his work boots. As I grabbed the
cuffs of his jeans, I realized that he probably ordered them on the
Internet.

I gave his pant legs a tug and the Levi's fit him so snugly that I started
to pull him off the bed. He grabbed the bed and they slid down his legs and
off his feet. I dropped them on the floor and looked at what I had
uncovered. In stark contrast to his tanned torso, Randy's legs were quite
pale. Obviously when he worked shirtless, he wore long pants instead of
shorts. His legs were sinewy, but not bulky with muscle (as are mine), and
covered with the same soft, wispy hair I had found on his lip and below his
navel.

I also discovered that what I thought was a bikini brief was actually a
thong and I could see the dented sides of Randy's white butt cheeks. I
kicked off my shoes and unfastened my pants. I had Randy's rapt attention
as I slid down the zipper and let them fall to my ankles. My own cock was
making a tent out of my briefs and Randy didn't miss a thing as I walked
back to the bed.

I again lay beside him on my side. We were face to face, cock to cock and
we kissed again passionately. We were grinding our hard cocks together, It
was hot feeling the cotton of my briefs rubbing all over the slippery
fabric of Randy's thong. I reached down, hooked my fingers in the narrow
sides of his sparse underwear and started to slide them down his legs. They
were tight-so tight that it was difficult to work them down. I sat up and
had to sort of pop his cock and one ball at a time above the
waistband. There was a spot of precum soaking the front of the thong where
the head of his cock had been. I pulled them free from his ass cheeks and
they slid down his legs easily.

Ah, at last, Randy lay fully exposed to me. I held up the thong and said,
"This is nice." He got a strange look on his face and said. "Um, they
aren't really mine. I sort of borrowed them."  "What do you mean? From
who?"  "Well, Wade shares this room with on the weekends cuz he works the
front desk.  Anyway, he left them in the drawer one day and I found them. I
thought that they looked cool so I tried them on. They were real tight cuz
Wade is skinnier than me, but I liked the way they looked and felt when I
put them on. I think he would get pissed at me if he knew I took them. I
was just gonna wear them for a while then sort of sneak them back into his
stuff.

"Don't you think he might have guessed what happened to them? You were the
only two in the room, right? Randy looked a bit alarmed? "Oh man, I didn't
think about that.  You ain't gonna tell him are you?"  I laughed and
said. "I'll probably never see him again, so I promise I won't ever tell
him..."

"You won't have to, Mister. I already know." A voice said behind me. I
jumped and Randy sat bolt upright. "Wade! What are you doing here?"  I
turned to look and, sure enough, there was Wade standing in the open
adjoining doorway of the lobby with one hand on his hip and the other on
the door knob...

To be continued...

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