Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XXIX
We held each other for awhile and then Jake said, "They should be bringing my bags from the plane any time now."
"Must be nice." I commented. "When I was a lowly enlisted puke, I always had to carry my own sea bag, even after I made Chief."
"Well, then you should carry mine, since you are used to it." He joked.
"Yeah. I'll do that. Right out to the dumpster...Sir."
It didn't take long before we saw a Third Class Petty Officer, loaded with a flight bag and a suit bag, approaching us. He took a look at Jake's name tag on his uniform and placed the bags on the shiny floor next to us. "Here you are, sir."
"Thanks so much. You and your crew made the long flight very enjoyable. I already let your Flight Captain know." The young (rather good-looking) man nodded his thanks, performed an impressive about-face, and left us.
"What did they do. Offer in-flight blow jobs? The only military fights I was on were flying backwards in an old C-141 with greasy earplugs stuffed in my ears. No heat-froze my ass off."
Jake laughed and said that I just didn't get the right flights. We went out to the truck and he carried his own flight bag, but I carried the suit bag for him. On the drive back to Casa de la Rosa, we talked easily and caught up on each other's lives since we had last said good-bye in Atlanta.
We pulled up into the carport and got out. I showed Jake the work we were doing on the sun room and the studio. We got his things from the truck and put them in my room, then went upstairs to see Bob.
We found him sitting in the big, overstuffed chair next to his bed. He was still looking a little icky to me, but he seemed in good spirits. I introduced Jake and Bob made no effort to hide the fact that he was looking him up and down. "Watch it, you old horn dog." I said. "He's taken...by me. Keep your hands to yourself. God only knows where they've been anyway."
Bob just laughed and Jake blushed. "Hey I was just looking. You can't really blame me, can you?"
"No, that I can't. Well we're going down and meet Manuella and, since it's siesta time, I guess we'll see you at supper, Okay?" Jake and I went down the stairs and poked my head into the kitchen. I knew better than to bring a stranger in there uninvited.
"Manuella?" She turned and her red-rimmed eyes met mine and she smiled. I have somebody that I'd like for you to meet." She waddled out the door and when she saw Jake she just stopped and stared. I'm not sure if she had never seen a man in uniform, or she was struck by his good looks.
"Buenos dias, Senor." She finally managed to speak.
"Buenos dias, Senora." Said Jake, and then he launch into a rather lengthy diatribe in Spanish, which surprised the hell out of me and impressed Manuella to no end. They had a nice little conversation while I stood there like and idiot trying to catch one or two words that I could understand.
It was like they were old friends. I have to admit to a bit of jealousy, as shallow as that makes me seem. Manuella even began calling him "Jacob". Of course, she pronounced it more like "jock-obe". But it wasn't "Senor Jacob", or even "Senor Jake". What the hell was with that? I felt like twiddling my thumbs and rolling my eyes, maybe a loud yawn would get their attention, but at last, they finished.
"Senor Ben, you need to take Jacob and lie down for awhile. He must be very tired after his long journey." So what I? Chopped liver? What about me, lady? I just took your kid to college for you, for pete's sake.
I led Jake bag to my room and we got undressed. Jake wanted to take a shower and I was all for it. I turned on the warm water full blast and stepped into the stream. Jake followed me and I soaped him up from head to toe. Then I rinsed him off and planted kisses on his wet hard body, all over. I ended up at his lips and we kissed each other passionately, for a long time.
Our bodies touched each other as much as was possible, our hard cocks crossed and were pressed between or bellies. Hands roamed and found treasures-ass cheeks, nipples, balls. It was nice to discover that Jake now shaved his balls, too.
I adore sex in the shower, but Jake was ready to get out. I turned off the water and we dried each other and crawled onto the big bed. We held each other closely, arms, legs and tongues entwined. I ran my fingers through Jake's wet hair and kissed his handsome face tenderly. I was as if the intervening weeks had not taken place and we were still in a hotel room in Atlanta.
Jake moved his head down and kissed my shoulder, my neck and then teased my ear with his tongue. I moaned loudly and pressed my groin into him harder. He had me on fire and he knew it.
"I want to make love to you." He whispered into my ear, and continued his tonguing. What was I supposed to say? I moaned even louder and rolled us over until I was on my back with Jake on top of me, cock-to-cock. We kissed and rubbed our cocks together. We were both panting and our precum mingled and lubricated our cocks.
I raised my legs and placed a foot on each of Jake's butt cheeks, exposing my ass to him. With just a slight maneuver, his cock head was at my entrance. I pressed upward and felt myself opening to admit him. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed his entire cock inside of me. I felt full and warm.
Usually when I have someone's cock inside of me, I begin to lose my erection, but not this time. I was rock hard and my cock was being rubbed by Jake's body as well as my own. I had to use a lot of concentration and self-control not to cum immediately.
Jake began to move in and out, making sweet, beautiful love to me. Our kisses were rapid and spontaneous, falling wherever and whenever our lips found a landing place. I reached my hands down and gripped Jake's ass, pushing down, willing him to penetrate me deeper and deeper. His plunges were slow and full, pulling out until just the very tip held my hole open, then sliding in to the hilt.
I felt every firm inch of Jake's cock as he entered me, over and over again. The head brushed against my prostate with every stroke, sending precum out of my cock to be deposited between us. Jake's body had a slight sheen of sweat, making him slippery and hard to hold onto. As he had in Atlanta, he stared intently at me as we made love. I could see my face in the reflection of his eyes. It was like he was drawing me closer, inside him as he was inside me.
I knew it couldn't last forever. Inevitably, Jake began to cum. He pushed his whole cock into me as he raised his body off mine. He grabbed my slippery cock and jacked it furiously. It didn't take much with his cock buried deep inside me. My cum gushed out as he was still cumming inside me. It landed in soft splats on my chest. It had been awhile since I had dumped a load like that and it was a big one.
"Stay right there, Ben. I'm going to get something to clean you up with." It wasn't like I was going to get up and run a marathon anyway. I was completely wiped out.
Jake returned with a very warm wash cloth which he used to wipe the cum from my chest. The he gently wiped my cock and then my ass. The warm moist cloth felt great as he lovingly cleaned me.
Jake dried me with a soft towel, took everything to the bathroom and crawled back into bed with me. He rolled me over on my side and snuggled up behind me. His arm and leg encircled me. I was warm and sated and being held in the arms of a great guy. I was asleep in no time.
I woke as the shadows were beginning to lengthen. Jake still held me in his arms and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I really had to pee so I gently unwrapped Jake's arm from around my chest, trying not to wake him. I had almost succeeded when I felt him flex his bicep and drag me firmly into his chest.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked sleepily.
"If you don't let me go, I'm GOING to wet the bed." I said, a bit of desperation in my voice.
Jake reached down and grabbed my piss-stiffened cock. "So, you gotta go potty, huh? Why don't we see how long you can hold it."
"Let's not and say we did, okay? There will be no winners in this contest, trust me." I managed to escape his tentacles and ran naked to the bathroom. I had to wait a minute for my hard on to subside enough to point my cock in the general direction of the toilet. I peed a long, solid stream.
"Damn, I guess you really did have to go. Sounds like Niagara Falls in there." Jake called from the other room. "What does a guy have to do to get some piece and quiet around here?"
"You already had your piece." I joked. "As for quiet, after I take a shower, I have to go water Berto's roses, before Manuella calls us for supper. I hope you're hungry, because I have a feeling she's going to try to stuff you full tonight."
"Shit, just my luck. I was kind of hoping YOU were going to try to stuff me full tonight. " Jake laughed at his own joke.
"You're worse than me." I hollered above the shower spray. I soaped up and rinsed off. Then I turned of the water and grabbed a soft thirsty towel. It takes me a long time to dry myself. I've heard more than one person comment about it. I just like to make sure everything gets dry-between the toes, behind the balls, and various other nooks and crannies.
I walked into the bedroom and Jake was curled up, hugging my pillow where he had just held me. He was snoring softly and I went to kiss him, then stopped. The last time I had kissed a sleeping man on the lips, it was Berto, and he had awakened. No, I thought. I'll just let him sleep and wake him for supper.
I dressed quietly and walked barefoot to the garden. The sky was starting to change from a brilliant blue to a soft golden color and a few wispy clouds were blowing in from the gulf. I turned on the sprinklers and squatted down to get up close and personal with the first of the rose bushes. Did it need anything? Pruning? Weeding? As many times as I had done this with Berto, I still felt incompetent in this, his realm. I was so afraid I was going to kill his roses and that he would hate me forever.
As I move from plant to plant, I began to see little things, to "feel" what each plant wanted and needed. I tried to remember what Berto had taught me and do it just as he would. It would take me years to master this, and, as much as I loved this garden, I would never accomplish the depth of feeling that young man had. These were his children, his creation and I felt privileged to have them left in my care.
After I finished, I had a hand full of clippings, a basket full of cut roses, and really sore legs. This was caused, partially by "duck walking" around the garden, but I knew the majority of the stiffness was due to my early afternoon activity with Jake. I had been awhile since I had been made love to in such a manner.
I turned off the water, tossed the clippings and brought the roses into the kitchen. Manuella was busy making supper. Her step was just a bit slower than usual, her shoulders a bit slumped. She missed Berto, but she was holding up very well. My entrance captured her attention.
"Oh, Senor Ben. You can put the flowers on the table in the pantry. I will put them in water. Berto told me that the white ones are your favorites, so I will put them in your room. Where is Jacob? Is he not with you?"
"I let him sleep a little longer. He was pretty tired. I told him I would wake him up in time to shower before supper. How long will that be?"
"It will be ready in an hour. Senior Roberto has gone out to eat with one of his new friends he meets on the computer, so I will set the big table for you and Jacob, so you can be alone."
"No, Manuella. The only one who would be alone would be you. We want to eat in the kitchen with you, if that's okay."
Manuella looked at me with grateful eyes. "Si, Senor Ben. If you wish it so. You had better go wake up Jacob."
I went into my room and Jake was still curled up and peaceful. I decided to check my email and give him a few more minutes sleep. I got a message from Randy telling me that he and wade would be finished with school in a couple of weeks. He wanted to know if they could visit me in Santa Rosalia. I sent a reply to him saying that he and wade were welcome at any time.
I also got a message from my son giving me the exact date and time of his boot camp graduation. Now I could make flight and hotel reservations. The time corresponded to the last few days Jake would be here. I wondered if he would like to go with me.
Speaking of Jake, it was time to wake him up. I logged off and turned off the computer. Then I sat on the bed and bent to kiss Jake's forehead. I gently shook his bare shoulder. No response. "Jake" I said softly. I pulled the light covers from his body and began exploring with my hands and lips.
I leaned over and lightly kissed my way down Jake's side, finally coming to the point of his hip. I love playing in this area because, almost every man I have been with is ticklish there, if nowhere else on his body. Jake was no exception.
First he squirmed and then reached his hand down and realized what was going on. Then he rolled over on his back, grabbed my head and pushed my face right against his groin. I had a very close-up view of his cock expanding and hardening. I also saw his balls begin to move from hanging down on his leg and make a retreat toward the base of his cock.
Jake was laughing mischievously. As much as I liked his cock and balls, he had been sweating, and before he fell asleep, he DID have his cock up my ass. Needless to say, he didn't smell his freshest. I pushed myself up and spun around and covered his mouth with my own.
Jake is a wonderful kisser. Just the right pressure, moisture, tongue insertion and movement. He also didn't overstay my comfort time. I like long kisses, but I had a guy in Miami kiss me for twenty minutes with out his mouth never leaving mine. That isn't easy to do. My mouth and jaws ached for a break, but I didn't know how to break away without seeming rude. Not a problem with Jake.
I held him tight, grabbing a hand full of his firm ass. "You need to get up, you know? Otherwise, Manuella is going to come in here and drag your ass out of bed. She's going to have supper ready for us in about 45 minutes."
"Okay, okay. I'm moving. I need a shower though. Could you get me a pair of jeans and a shirt out of my flight bag? Oh yeah, I'll need some skivs, too."
"Sure thing, hot stuff."
Jake stood up and stuck his bare butt in my face. What was I supposed to do? I grabbed his hips, bit his ass cheek and proceeded to put a hickey on it. Jake was hollering and finally managed to break my grip by pulling off the bed onto the floor. He ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him before I could get up.
I unzipped his bag and started putting his clothes away in the empty part of the dresser. I put a pair of black 501's and a yellow polo shirt on the bed for him to wear. I then put his socks and underwear away. I discovered a silver thong with Velcro tabs at the sides. I put that on the bed as well. I had a few plans for later on.
Jake finally came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, drying his hair and walking so that his soft cock had a maximum swing. God he was sexy. He must have spent the entire time in Italy laying on the beach in a Speedo. His tan line was perfect, as was the rest of him.
He was in a great mood and did a reverse strip-tease for me as he got dressed-complete with music he sang. I never knew I could get hard watching somebody put their clothes on. He danced over to me and rubbed his ass in my crotch, giving me a short lap dance. Then turned around and gave me one more incredible kiss.
He grabbed my semi-hard cock and said. "We'll have to take care of this a little bit later. Right now, I'm starving." He walked out the door leaving me behind to wait until my "little problem" subsided enough to make myself presentable in front of Manuella. What a tease!
When I got to the kitchen, Jake and Manuella were chattering away like old friends. He must have been telling her something funny because they were both laughing. I sat down and just watched and listened. What else could I do?
They finally took pity on poor, ignorant me and switched to English, though neither of them made any attempt to fill me in on what was so damned funny. She was in high spirits and I was glad to see it. We ate and talked and Manuella was well into her third Corona by the time the food was gone. I was so full I hurt, and suggested a walk on the beach to Jake.
He readily accepted and, after praising Manuella's culinary talents in profuse Spanish adjectives, we walked through the garden to the gap in the adobe wall. Neither of us had put shoes on our feet when we came in for dinner. The clean white sand was still warm from the sunny afternoon. We strolled, hand in hand, to the water's edge where I turned and took Jake into my arms.
We held each other closely and Jake kissed my shoulder. I loved this display of affection, which was uniquely Jake's. It wasn't sexual, but sweet and intimate and I always think of Jake that way. I took his face in my hands and kissed his mouth. I could feel the day's growth of beard on his chin and cheeks. His mouth tasted of good food and the wine he had had with his meal.
We each put an arm around each other with my right hip touching his left and walked slowly down the beach. Neither of us spoke for a long time. We just enjoyed the murmur of the surf and the gentle breeze and each other. I wished that this could go on forever; that Jake could live here with me and we could walk on the beach every evening, or morning-whenever we wanted to. But, I knew it was temporary.
Because of his career, he would be leaving me and going back to Jacksonville soon. He was seven years from being able to retire and I would do nor say anything to stand in his way or make it hard for him when it came time for him to go. Would I be willing to wait for him? Well, he might not ask me to, right? I decided to live in the moment and take things day-by-day. Let whatever was going to happen, happen
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