Berto's Roses

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Berto's Roses

By Ben

Part XIV

Another morning. This one began with soft light coming in the open windows of my room along with the sounds of local birds. The smells were of salt air, roses and COFFEE! I sat straight up and threw off the sheet. I stood and headed for the bathroom. I had to wait for a bit for my "morning wood" to subside a bit so I could empty my bladder.

I was pulling on a pair of loose cotton shorts when Manuella knocked and immediately opened the door. She literally caught me with my pants down, but she was unapologetic. She looked, quite obviously, at my nakedness and I could tell she was making a mental evaluation. I guess I stacked up okay because she smiled broadly and watch me pull up my shorts, snap and zip them.

"Buenos Dias, Senor Ben! Would you like some breakfast before your journey today?"

"Thanks, Manuella. Do you have some fresh fruit? And a cup of that great smelling coffee, too."

"Oh, si! We have some papaya and a beautiful melon. Just fruit, Senor? Nothing more?"

I laughed at her over-protective concern. "Manuella, if I eat like I have been since I have been here, all of the time, I will be as big as a house! Just fruit is fine for me this morning. Will you and Berto be joining me?"

"No, I have already eaten and Berto will be leaving for school shortly. He has university exams next week and is studying hard for them."

"Please sit and have some coffee with me. I hate to eat alone." I followed her into the large living/dining room on the gulf side of the house. She sat me in my usual chair and waddled out to the kitchen. She returned with an overloaded tray of fruit, and coffee. There was also bread, butter, jelly and her ever-present tortillas. I guess I couldn't blame her for trying.

As we sat and chatted. Berto came in wearing a starched and pressed white dress shirt, khaki slacks, and dark tie. His hair was wet and combed back on his head. He looked very neat and handsome, but I had to admit that I preferred to see him shirtless and barefooted in his white cotton shorts. He kissed his mother good-bye and leaned over and gave me a hug before waving, on his way out the door. I heard the sound of a Moped start up and then fade into the distance.

"Berto has told me that he is very fond of you, Senor Ben. He says that you listen to him and treat him as a person of value. For him to embrace you is mucho grande. He only shows affection to the very few people that he truly has strong feelings for."

"I am very fond of him, too, Manuella. He's a great kid, very intelligent and talented. We had a wonderful time talking in the garden last night. He has goals and dreams. He knows where he wants to go in life and that's unusual for most young men his age."

Manuella swelled up with pride and her eyes filled with tears. "He is a good boy. He is also very handsome, don't you think?" Maneulla looked straight into my eyes as she asked this question.

I blushed under her gaze. She wasn't hard or threatening, but I felt as if she knew that I found her son beautiful. "Uh. Yes. Yes, I do think he is handsome. Manuella, please don't be concerned about me. I would never..."

She jumped to her feet, surprisingly quickly for a woman of her girth, and grabbed my hand in both of hers. "Oh, no, Senor Ben! I am not accusing you of anything. I trust you, and I like you very much. I am happy that you feel this way about Berto."

I breathed a sigh of relief and Manuella and I shared a big hug. With Manuella you didn't get any other kind. We finished our coffee and I carried the tray, under her protest, to the kitchen door. She absolutely refused to allow me entrance to her sanctum sanctorum, however, and took the tray and disappeared through the swinging doors.

I went to my room and saw that the linens had already been stripped and the bathroom had been scrubbed to a bright shine. It wasn't possible for Manuella to have done this. Could it have been Berto? I packed a small suitcase, shaved, took a short shower and got myself dressed. I was carrying my stuff to the car when I heard Manuella's heavy shuffle behind me.

"This is for your trip, Senor Ben." She handed me a huge basket full of food. I could tell she had spent the whole morning preparing it. "You are too good to me, Manuella. How will I get along without you for a few days?" She laughed and swatted me playfully on the butt. "Do not tease me, Senor Ben. Senor Roberto told me to take care of you and I will do so. I will miss you while you are gone. So will Berto."

"I'll miss both of you too, but I'll be back by Thursday. I want to be here when Bob gets home." I kissed her on her round cheek and thanked her for her thoughtfulness. I was crushed by another of her hugs, then got into my car. Starting the car, I was on my way. I turned to wave to Manella but she was wiping her eyes with her apron and didn't see me. I was really beginning to like it here.

I got to San Augustin in a little under two hours and called Jose's number to let him know I was in town. He gave me directions to Ricky's (actually Ricky's father's) place a few miles out of town. I approached what I have to describe as a large "compound". There was a high wall stretching into the distance and a gate with an intercom as I turned in.

I buzzed in and Jose's voice was unmistakable. "Hola? Ben?" Man! Did he do EVERYTHING around here? " Hi, Jose. Yes it's me." The gate began to open as Jose said, "Drive up to the house and park your car in the garage. I will meet you there." I told him okay and drove through a fairly thick grove of orange trees, which opened to a sweeping manicured lawn and I saw the house. It was more of a mansion and sat atop a small knoll. It overlooked the wide driveway which was dotted every 50 feet or so with fountains.

As I rounded the final curve I saw the garage off to the right. I turned toward it and saw that one of the many doors was sliding open. I drove in and was surprised at how well-lighted and spotless it was. The cars which were stored inside were a "who's who" of the automotive world. There were two Rolls Royce (or were the Bentleys? I wasn't close enough to tell the difference), a Lincoln limousine, what I guessed was a Ferrari (Hell, I had never seen one!), a big Lexus SUV, and an absolutely beautiful pair of shiny Mercedes, One was a huge sedan and the other was a small convertible- Kompressor, I believe.

I parked my 6 year old Chevy in an empty space, praying that I didn't have an oil leak or something to stain the pristine floor. As I opened the door and stepped out, I saw Jose come down the short stone staircase. He was wearing tight black leather jeans and a thick gold chain around his neck, and nothing else that I could see.

I had almost forgotten how gorgeous this guy was. I was too preoccupied with Ricky at the hotel to pay much attention. Besides, Jose was somewhat of an asshole then and seemed to have a distinct dislike for me. I still wasn't sure he hadn't lured me here with the hidden purpose of killing me and cutting my body into little pieces. There was no malice in his expression, however. He had a broad smile, showing his even, white teeth, and his arms were wide spread as he walked the final few steps to me. "Ben, you are here already! You made good time."

"There was very little traffic. In fact the roads were practically deserted. I'm not sure if I saw a speed limit sign either. I was expecting to get pulled over because I was traveling so fast."

Jose laughed and wrapped me in a warm hug. His bare chest and arms were completely smooth. He didn't even have hair at his armpits. He felt warm and strong and masculine as I returned his hug. I touched his muscled back and sides and felt the quiet power that his body held. He smelled of clean skin and leather-a very lethal combination for me.

"Not to worry, Ben. All you need do is mention Enrique's name and the Policia would escort you at high speed to this house." I took this to mean that not only was Ricky's family wealthy, but they had a lot of influence as well. I was later to find out that Ricky's father owned nearly every business in the immediate area and was, therefore, the single largest employer in Baja California.

"Please come in, Ben. This way. Enrique is not home yet, but I expect him in a short while. Meanwhile, would you care for something to drink? How is your friend in Santa Rosalia? This house belongs to Don Chavez, but Ricky has a smaller one on the other side of the pools."

"Pools?" I thought. Maybe he misspoke, but as we exited the air-conditioned garage, I saw, not one, but two large sculpted pools. Both designed to look "natural" in the serene setting of the "back yard". Among the terracotta tiled patios and walkways were large tropical plants and flowers. The pools, themselves, were fed from a twin stone waterfall, which was about 12 feet at the top.

Jose took my hand and led me down a tile path through yet more orange trees and to a secluded house made entirely of stone and glass. We stepped up onto the wide tiled veranda and a glass door slid silently open upon our approach. I guess you don't have to worry about strangers wandering into your home when you live on an estate such as this.

The room we entered was round. On one half, it was bordered by floor-to-ceiling windows and glass doors. The other half was bordered by whitewashed adobe walls interrupted at regular intervals by heavy wooden doors. On the walls, were various paintings and shelves that held small sculptures and other artwork all depicting Mexican/Southwest motifs.

The furniture was all big, masculine looking sofas and over-stuffed chairs. All were facing the center of the circle. The room was dominated by an immense, circular fireplace. The mantle was of the same heavy wood as the doors and doorframes. The four openings of the fireplace were about six feet square below the mantle; this allowed one to see straight through the fireplace to the other side of the room. There was a circular hearth surrounding the whole thing, which I estimated to be about four feet wide. It and the mantle also held Mexican artwork. On the hearth were thick cushions and baskets of fruit and a few brass buckets full of ice and various bottles of wine, beer and water.

I stood and stared, slacked-jawed and speechless at the enormity and openness of the room. Jose led me over to a cushion on the hearth and sat beside me. He offered me a cold beer, but I opted for water instead. I took a large swallow and realized I had not answered any of his questions he had asked me.

"Thank you. My friend was not home in Santa Sosalia. He is in Mexico City, seeing a doctor." Jose's forehead wrinkled in genuine concern. "I don't know if it's anything serious. He didn't want to go to go into details on the phone, but he will be home in a few days. He suggested I drive up here for a visit."

"Your friend is a wise man, then. I am happy you are here. Enrique will be happy to see you as well. Here, please take off your shoes and make yourself comfortable. I dress like this most of the time when we are home. Enrique likes to live his life causally."

"Me too." I said as I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, put them in my shoes and set them aside. "You mentioned that you had a problem that I could help you with.?"

Jose looked seriously into my eyes. "Si, I have a problem with Enrique."

I held up both of my hands and shook my head. "Jose, please. I can't get in the middle of something between you and Ricky."

"No, please, Ben let me finish. I have not been able to completely satisfy him as I want to. The problem is that I do not know how. That and..."

"And what, Jose?"

"I am afraid that I might be inadequate for him."

Inadequate? From the bulge in his leather jeans and from what I could remember from his swimsuit at the hotel, he was not inadequate for ANYBODY. "What do you mean? I'm sure you're just fine."

He looked down and shook his head sadly. "I do not think so. Tell me what you think. Please be honest with me." With that he stood up, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them to his knees. This is not at all what I was expecting. He was wearing black International Male contour briefs. I knew this because it is the type of brief I wear. He had a lump of impressive proportions pushing out the pouch of the brief and I wondered, again, why he felt himself to be "inadequate".

He hesitated for just a second or two and then removed the jeans completely and laid them on the cushion. His hands went to the waistband of the briefs and he looked at me as if for reassurance. I nodded to him and smiled. Jose slid the underwear down his hips and they fell to the floor. At first my eyes followed them, but then, my gaze ran up the contours of his long, thin, hairless legs up to his groin.

Jose had very little pubic hair. He had enormous low hanging balls in a hairless sac, and his cock, although not too long, was thicker than average. I estimated his soft cock at about 2 ½ to 3 inches and saw that it was uncut. I was a beautiful mahogany brown and without a single flaw. I also noticed that his smooth tan was not interrupted by a tan line.

This was one hell of and attractive man. Taller than his lover, and lankier, he had a lithe, feline body with smooth defined muscles. I glanced at his worried expression and said, " You are inadequte for nobody, Jose." I reached for his soft cock and stroked it. It began to lengthen and thicken at my touch. I leaned forward and sucked one of his bull balls into my mouth.

The sexy smell of leather filled my head. I released his nut and sucked in the other one. The smooth skin felt great as I caressed it with my tongue. Jose's cock continued to enlarge slowly. It was firm but not completely hard. It's length was about 5 inches at this point and it had a very respectable girth- thicker than my own.

I let his ball slip from my mouth and placed the tip of my tongue in the "star" formed by his foreskin. I slid in further and licked all around the head under its hood. I had an uncut friend teach me how to pleasure an uncircumcised cock a few years earlier. I had learned that the cock head is very sensitive, especially right after cumming.

Jose moaned loudly and placed his long-fingered hands on either side of my head, cupping my ears. He made no attempt to hold my head still and fuck my mouth. He let me do the work and I appreciated it. I sucked the shaft of his thick cock into my mouth. It was a pretty good mouthful even though the head barely reached to the opening of my throat when my lips came in contact with his scrotum and his soft short pubic hair.

His cock stiffened and finally got completely hard. I continued sucking and, after a few minutes, his cock began to lose some of its firmness. I figured I was not doing something right and switched to using my hand. A few minutes of this did not change the situation. While his cock remained large and semi-rigid, no amount of manipulation caused it to become completely hard.

Jose removed my hand from his cock and sat down heavily on the cushion next to me. He covered his face with his hands and mumbled, "I am sorry, Ben. You see I am inadequate."

I pulled him to me in an embrace. "No you are not, Jose. Does this happen every time?" He nodded. "Si, always." He said to my shoulder. "Have you seen a doctor about it?" He sat up and had a horrified look on his face.

"No! What would a doctor do to me?" Jose was obviously one of those people who feared doctors.

"Maybe just run a few tests, ask you some questions, maybe give you some medication that would help. In the mean time I may have something that could help. Let me get my bags from the car." I stood and started to walk back out the way we had come in, but Jose caught my hand and led me to one of the doors in the adobe wall.

It opened into a short but wide hallway, also of whitewashed adobe. Off this hallway were other doors and Jose led me through one of them to a large wedge-shaped bedroom with a massive wooden canopied bed. On a low bureau were my bags and the big basket of food that Manuella had given me. I reasoned that one of the other doors must lead to the outside as I had seen noone bring my things through the front room.

I walked to my gym bag and pulled out a small pouch which held various paraphernalia for sex. I found an assortment of cock rings, some metal, some leather and a few made of rubber. I had Jose lay on the bed and told him to just relax and not to worry. I then pulled off my clothes and crawled on the bed beside him.

As I lay beside his long, tanned body, I took him into my embrace and kissed his lips. The worried expression was beginning to fade. I could tell he felt confident in his kissing. I found out why as he got into the kiss. His lips and tongue were wonderful. We explored each other with our hands while we held each other tightly. My cock was growing rapidly and I could feel Jose getting harder once more as his cock ground against mine.

Jose began kissing my neck and down my chest working his way toward my nipple. As his body slid against mine, I could feel his semi-erect cock on my thigh, my knee, my shin and finally against my foot. Jose turned me onto my back and took my fully erect cock in his hand and slowly licked his way up and down the shaft. His tongue moved over my smoothly shaved balls making them slick with saliva.

He worked his way back up my cock and sucked in the head, swirling his tongue all over. He kept his tongue action going as he slid his mouth down my shaft. It felt great, Jose really knew how to suck cock! His hands were also busy- fingertips lightly caressing my legs and stomach. He sucked my cock slowly and deliberately, pressing his lips firmly against the shaft and furiously using his tongue on the head.

It normally takes me quite awhile to cum when somebody is giving me head, but Jose was pushing all the right buttons for me. With his slow rhythm, firm lip pressure and attention to my cock head, he had me edging almost immediately. I tried to get him to back off and let me calm down a bit, but he wasn't having any of it. He just kept on going and I came in his mouth hard and fast. Jose never stopped until I had finished shooting my load completely.

Finally he released my cock and crawled up to place his lips on mine. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue and got the added bonus of a mouthful of my own cum. We worked it back and forth each swallowing a bit of each time we passed it. It was soon gone and we broke the kiss. "Now it's my turn, amigo." I said as I rolled over and straddled his body with my own. I kissed him again and moved my kisses over his forehead, eyelids and ears. Jose had small ears that I found very sexy. I licked and teased them with my tongue. I found he had the same reaction to that as I do. Having my ears licked really gets me going, and Jose was moaning loudly.

I kissed my way slowly down his neck and found his very prominent Adam's Apple and spent a few minutes there. I continued straight down the center of his chest as my fingers found his small hard nipples. I slid the tip of my tongue down to his navel-surprisingly deep for one so trim. I continued down to his soft sparse pubic hairs. He kept them trimmed and kept his body clean.

Jose's cock was fat but not yet completely hard. I was determined to remedy that. I found a rubber ring that I thought would be the appropriate size and slid it snugly down his shaft seating it at the base. I then began sucking him again. His cock started getting hard almost immediately and the ring kept the blood trapped in his cock. It grew bigger and harder as I sucked and licked him. The head grew out from the hood and was becoming purple in color.

I wanted Jose to know that he could indeed please Ricky, so I decided to prove it to him. I stood up, retrieved a condom, and rolled it on his hard thick cock. It was positively throbbing and I wanted it inside me. I straddled his narrow hips and lowered my asshole over his cock. It felt even thicker than it looked, so I stretched my arm and I was able to dig out a tube of lubricant and apply a generous amount to the condom and my asshole.

I lowered myself down onto Jose's hard cock and felt myself being opened widely by him. Jose reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed up as I lowered. Soon I was completely impaled and I could feel the head of his cock pressing heavily on my prostate. This forced my cock to start hardening again and leak pre-cum.

"Oh, Ben! It feels so tight and warm! This is wonderful!"

"It feels great for me too, amigo. Your cock is filling me up."

I rode his cock for a few minutes and then Jose said, "Ben, I would like to try something else. I want to take you from behind." Hey, I had no objection to that! "Okay." I said and rose up and off of his cock. I positioned my self on my hands and knees at the side of the bed and instructed Jose to stand and enter me from there. I was a little awkward as Jose's legs were so long he had to bend them a bit to get the perfect height to build his rhythm.

The girth of Jose's cock and its length caused the head to press into my prostate at the point his balls met my ass. It could not have been a more perfect fit, but Jose's legs were getting tired from being bent. I suggested another position and Jose withdrew. I lay at the top of the bed on my back and lifted my legs.

Jose knew immediately what to do. He moved between my legs and lifted my ankles to his shoulders. This lifted my body off the bed and my weight was supported on my shoulders. Again Jose's thick cock entered me and this position seemed to work better for him. I know it was working for me! Jose started fucking me deep and hard. His cock head was banging the hell out of my prostate and my hard cock was literally dripping pre-cum with every stroke.

I reached back and held Jose's hips and flexed my knees to get him in as deeply as I could. The man had stamina. He fucked me for what seemed like hours, but was in reality probably about 35 minutes. Then it happened. I caught me completely by surprise. I had wanted this experience for a long, long time and it took a rookie to make it happen.

I felt my orgasm building, although neither of us was touching my cock. The force of Jose's cock head on my prostate was bringing me to my very first hands free orgasm. I felt the tremendous, almost overwhelming feeling building quickly and then saw my semen spurt down toward my face. I closed my eyes and felt it splashing- warm, slick, and wet on my cheek, forehead and my right ear. I continued cumming with a bit less force and I felt cum sliding down my stomach and chest, down to my neck.

Jose didn't slow down. He grabbed my legs and slammed even harder into me, working toward his own climax. He banged my butthole with all his force and I could feel the cock head swelling against my battered prostate. He kept up his fucking motions and then yelled out something in Spanish. He was cumming, but never slowed his stroke until he lost control and slipped out of my asshole.

Thankfully, he realized what had happened right away so he ceased pushing forward. I've had guys hit my ass off-center and it felt like a freight train had slammed me. The pain was excruciating, but that didn't happen this time. He came to rest, puffing heavily, with his chest against the back of my legs. His still hard cock in the slick condom rubbed against my back.

I was pretty uncomfortable, but gave him the few minutes he needed to recover. Finally he lifted my legs from his shoulders and gently let them rest on the bed beside him. He lay down, heavily, on the bed and closed his eyes. "Ben I didn't know it would be like that. Will it be that way with Enrique, also?"

"Even better, my friend, even better." I sat up slowly and reached over to Jose's cock. I removed the condom (with it's HUGE load of cum) and the rubber ring. There was a red mark around the base but I knew that would go away quickly. I stood up and checked one of the doors. It was a closet. I checked another and found the bathroom. I threw away the condom and rinsed off the ring.

There was another door on the other side of the bathroom. I opened it, found a large tub and shower room with another door on the far side. Opening it, I found another bathroom, which in turn opened to another bedroom, similar to the one where Jose lay on the bed. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It was a strong and very warm stream. I let the water cascade over my body for several minutes.

I turned off the water and opened the door. I groped in the steam filled room for a towel. A brown arm handed one to me, and a voice said. "Here, my friend."

I turned and said, "Thank you, Jose." Then looked and met the eyes of Ricky! He held the towel in one hand, and in the other, he had the leather jeans that Jose had left on the hearth.

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