Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XXXXIII
I hit the floor running the next morning. I was wide awake before I even got out of bed. There was so much to do! I left Jake softly snoring and went to shower, then got myself dressed. I got my coffee on the way to the garden. I needed to pay special attention to it, as I had not had the time in the past few days. I examined, weeded, caressed and pruned every rose bush, taking my time and doing it right. I didn't want Berto to come home to find all his work ruined through my neglect.
I loved this work and could easily understand how Berto could come to feel as one with these beautiful living things. I had learned the uniqueness and personality of each plant. I wondered to myself if Berto had ever thought of naming them. I had even learned how to touch then to avoid the thorns and seldom, if ever, came away with even a scratch.
The amount of rain we had been experiencing made it redundant to turn on the sprinklers, and the gray clouds in the sky told me we should expect to be getting more. I gathered the clippings and deposited them in the compost heap, then gathered the roses for the house. Stepping into the kitchen, I lay the basket on the counter and washed my hands.
Manella waddled in with a huge basket full of laundry. "Buenos Dias, Senor Ben!" she called cheerily. I wanted to hang these outside today in the sun and breeze, but it looks like it will rain again today."
"I think you're right about that. Can I help you with that?"
"Oh, gracias." She sighed as I relieved her of her burden. "Will you be eating breakfast this morning?"
"Only if you will join me. I desire the company of a beautiful lady this morning." I teased.
Not to be outdone, and showing her quick wit, Manuella remarked, "That is something of a change for you, Senor Ben, no?" She rolled her eyes in my direction.
I blushed deeply and laughed. I knew she meant it in love. There was not a homophobic bone in her rotund body. "Yeah, I guess it would at that. But if I decided to make the switch, you'd be the one." I pinched her on her plump ass.
"Oh, Senor Ben, stop teasing me. Come let us eat."
We ate and talked about the party. I offered to have catering done from a place I was told about in San Diego. She wasn't insulted but insisted that she could handle it with the help of her sister and Berto. I didn't want Berto to have to home and work. I wanted him to enjoy himself at the party. Wasn't he bringing his friend with him? However, I knew better than to argue with Manuella.
Bob wandered in looking happy and healthy. I seemed the worst was over for him. He ate with us and then we walked into the bedroom where all of the furniture had been placed. "Let's start getting some of this put up." suggested Bob.
"Uh, I think Jake said something about helping put the beds together. Tell you what, if you help me get all of the pieces/parts to their respective locations. I'll get Jake's lazy ass out of bed and put him to work."
"Sounds fair. You got a deal." Bob agreed. "What does Jake want to do, try out all the beds?"
I spun around and looked at Bob's shit-eating grin. How in the hell does he do that? Is he a mind reader or something? I was just like my horn-dog buddy from Wilmington, who used to chat with me on-line. He always seemed to know what I was thinking. It was down right eerie sometimes. I wondered what had happened to him. He became an "old married man" when he found the right guy and we just kind of drifted apart after he moved in with him. I thought I would try to contact him and invite them down in the not so distant future.
Shaking my head in wonder, I went across the hall into my room. The bed was empty and I heard the shower running. I stepped into the bathroom and slid the frosted glass door aside. Jake was standing in the warm stream of water rinsing his face and hair. I looked down and, as often as I had seen and touched and made love to his body, it still took my breath away.
His smooth skin was shining and wet. His muscles rippled with every movement of his athletic physique. He was not overly bulging like those freaks of nature in the body building contests, but finely sculpted and defined. His golden tan was broken where he wore a tiny speedo while sunning. I just stood and watched him.
Presently, he opened his eyes and saw me staring at him. He smiled his ornery grin and splashed water at me. I screeched although I barely got wet. "You asshole! Hurry up in there. We have work to do. By the way, what have you been telling Bob?"
Jake wore a puzzled look. "About what?"
"Never mind, just c'mon and get finished. Bob and I are moving furniture and you and I are going to put the beds together."
"Why don't you hop in and wash my back for me?" Jake grabbed for me and missed.
"Down, boy! If I got in there with you, you wouldn't have the energy to carry out your threat about christening all the new beds."
I left so Jake would finish sooner and helped Bob move the furniture. Thank God, the weather had turned cooler. A light rain was falling and the slight breeze gave just the slightest chill to the air. Perfect for manual labor.
Jake showed up as we were dragging the last headboard up the stairs. Perfect timing as usual. Bob was looking a bit winded, so I was glad we had made our little arrangement earlier. He climbed the stairs to his room for a well deserved rest. Jake and I started on the first bed.
While we worked, I wondered just how far we were going to go with this bed christening. Surely, Jake didn't intend for us to fuck seven times today. I really liked being with him, as either the top or the bottom, but that was a lot of fucking!
When the room was complete, Jake shut and locked the door. "C'mere." He commanded, crooking his finger at me. I came to him and he put one arm around me and drew me into a kiss. His other hand found my belt buckle. He unzipped my jeans while his tongue wrestled with mine. Reaching inside, he grasped my cock and started kneading it through my briefs.
I wasn't so sure I was really in the mood and then his mouth moved to my ear. Ah, Jake knew just how to play me. I melted against him and he reached in and fished out my now hard cock. Dropping to his knees, he engulfed me fully into his mouth.
"Uh, Jake?" I said, tapping him on his shoulder. "That feels wonderful man, but, technically, uh... we're...oh...not on ...mmm...the bed."
Jake never missed a beat and never took his mouth from my cock as he lifted me suddenly off the floor and deposited me in the middle of the brand new mattress. He continued devouring my cock and working my balls with both hands. He wanted me to cum quickly and he knew how to bring it about. His mouth was hot and relentless and his hands complemented and added to his cock sucking.
I was powerless to slow down the rapid rise of my orgasm. I grabbed his head as my spooge flowed out of my cock and into his sucking, hot wet mouth. I had not cum in a couple of days and he got himself a mouthful, which he swallowed greedily and finally released me. "One down, six to go. Next time it's MY turn!"
"I'm not sure I can take six more like that, Jake. I'm not kidding man. I'm don't think I can even move."
Jake grabbed my arm and pulled me up into a fireman's carry. I was stretched across his broad shoulders as he carried me out of the room and down the stairs to the next room we had to set up. It wasn't until he stood me up that I realized that my pants were still open and my soft cock had been flapping in the breeze all the way down the stairs. "Damn, Jake. What if Manuella had seen us?"
"What if she did? It's YOUR dick that was hanging out, not mine. Besides, she's seen it before." Jake looked unconcerned.
"Yeah, thanks to you she has." I remarked, remembering how Jake had hidden behind me the morning before as Manuella had scolded us for wrestling in my bedroom.
We got the room set up and Jake found every opportunity he could to put his crotch in my face. By the time we got the furniture in place, he had shut and locked the door again. "Oh Jesus," I thought, "He's fucking serious about this."
Jake pulled his t-shirt off and flung it on the bed, then himself. He quickly unbuckled his pants and zipped them down. His cock, already hard, was tenting his boxer briefs. He pulled it out and waved it at me. "Oh B-e-e-n-n- n..." he called me. "Look who's waiting for you. It's your old pal Otis! C'mon over here and give him a big kiss."
"You airdales are so fucking weird." I said and sauntered over to the bed. I grabbed his cock. "Hello Otis. You look like you could use a bath, buddy. Let me help you out."
I licked "Otis" from base to head several times and them sucked him entirely into my mouth. Jake groaned and pushed his pelvis against my lips. I worked my throat muscles around his cock head and he hissed his pleasure. If he wanted to christen the bed, then, damn it, we were going to do it right!
I sucked and worked his balls, getting him close and then suddenly backing off my efforts several times until Jake was practically whimpering and begging me to let him cum. The next time I was a little too late and Jake came like a fountain.
Catching me by surprise, I coughed and forced some of his cum to go up my nose. It was totally gross and I prayed he would stop shooting so I could take care of it before he opened his eyes again. God what a load!
Finally, Jake let go of my head and exhaled loudly. I grabbed his shirt and wiped my nose with it, then tossed it under the bed. I tucked Otis back inside the boxer briefs and then zipped up Jake's pants. Jake slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up.
"Whoa, that was awesome, man. I'm not sure we're going to be able to do that for all the beds today. Let's just make it a goal to get to all of them before I go back to Jax."
Relieved I agreed and pulled Jake to his feet. I adjusted and buckled his belt for him. He looked around and said, "Where's my shirt?"
"Uh, I don't see it. Why not work without it? You're all sweaty and I like to look at you with out a shirt on anyway." Jake shrugged and gave me a kiss and hug. He smacked me on my ass and said, "Let's get to the next room. He unlocked the door and we went next door.
The afternoon was upon us and we had all but two rooms finished when Manuella called us for lunch. We had to move the furniture from my room to the studio so we could set up the new stuff in the room I would be moving out of. We decided to tackle all of that after we ate.
Manuella had a mountain of food waiting for us, which was a good thing. Jake hadn't had anything in his stomach but my semen and he was starving. Bob and I ate a good bit, too. The morning activities and the good food were taking their toll. We were all looking a little sleepy as we talked after our meal.
"I guess it's siesta time." Said Bob. "See you guys in a bit." He walked out and we heard him climb the stairs. I looked at him as he left. "I hope he didn't overdo it this morning." I thought.
Jake and I lay down in my bedroom for the last time. Tonight we would be sleeping in my "new digs" in the studio. There were no shades in there yet so we would be looking out directly into the garden and the morning sun would shine right in. I couldn't wait.
Jake snuggled up behind me and fell asleep instantly. I pulled his fingers to my lips and kissed his knuckles. Two more night is all I had to have him share my bed. Next week it would seem so empty. Even with all the problems with Ricky and the fact that he could be such a royal pain in the ass, I knew I was going to miss this. To be held in his strong arms while I slept.
Of course, I knew it was temporary when he first came here, but I wanted to be held, wanted to be loved by somebody special. Jake and I weren't in love. I knew that and he did too. We were close and were certainly have love for one another, and sometimes, almost hate. He certainly brought out strong emotion in me. How would I feel about him next week, next month?
I lay awake awhile longer as plans for the party zoomed in and out of my thoughts. Finally, mercifully, my mind relaxed and allowed me to drift off to sleep. I dreamed of a terrible storm with thunder and lightening and blowing gusts of wind and rain. I had a feeling of foreboding, frustration and failure that was completely unrelated to the storm. Everything seemed to be in ruin, to be upside down and I was powerless to right it. I awoke with a start and the surety that something was about to happen. Something was about to change...
Can't wait to continue! I appreciate your patience. Stay with me, guys! Please write to me at ben_sc@hotmail.com. If you haven't read any of my other stories, check them out under the "Authors" link. Look for "Lyle Benton".