Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part LVIII
Berto was still upset when we woke in the morning. He rolled over and kissed my lips, looking at me with sad eyes. "I am so sorry I disappointed you, Ben. I really want to do it. I tried but I could not."
I gathered him into my arms and held him; kissed his tousled hair. "Oh, no, Berto. You didn't disappoint me. You could never disappoint me. I love you, don't you know that?"
Berto nodded his head against my shoulder. "Si." He said in a muffled voice. " I know that you love me." He looked up and into my eyes. "But I want to love you wholly with my body."
The sincerity in his eyes and in his voice was almost overwhelming. Tears came to my eyes and I held him tightly to me again. "I told you last night, it's okay. That will come when you are more ready for it. You just couldn't relax. There will be other times-many other times. We'll try it again soon, okay?
He seemed a little more reassured as he lay his head on my shoulder and dozed off again in the pale morning light. I held his strong, slender body and watched the sun rise through the large studio windows. I thought about last night and remembered all that had happened.
After Berto and I returned from our ride in his new car, he insisted on sharing his new treasure with everybody in the house. He even coaxed Jose into going with him. Wade and Randy were even given the special treat of driving it. Of course, Berto rode along with them as they each took a turn. Afterward, Berto spent nearly forty-five minutes wiping off the road dust and "putting it to bed".
We spent a great evening together. Randy prepared a wonderful meal for everybody. Jake was on his best behavior and I could tell he was making an effort to warm up to Jose. I knew it might take some time after Jake's inappropriate behavior the last time he had been at the casa. Jose was still very quiet, but he was definitely showing some signs of improvement.
After dinner, Nathan, Jake, Randy, Wade, Ricky and Miguel played cards while Jose, Berto and I sat quietly on the couch. Berto sat in the middle and held each of our hands. When Jose began to nod off, Berto and I got him to bed so Ricky and Miguel could continue their game.
Upon returning to the sunroom, there was a lot of talking and joking about changing the game to strip poker and they invited Berto and me to join them. I couldn't tell if they were serious or not, but I knew where this could lead and I didn't think Berto was ready for an orgy, so I declined the offer.
On our way to the studio, Berto, once again, checked on the T-bird before following me to bed. He was still excited and his youthful enthusiasm was contagious. We kissed, wrestled, and tickled as we undressed each other. Touching Berto was always such a turn on for me. Our lighthearted play turned to passion and we soon were savoring each other with out lips and tongues.
We were on fire for each other in no time. I had my face buried in Berto's butt crack and he began writhing and moaning into the sheet. "Oh, Ben! That feels soooo good! I slowly inserted a wet fingertip into his asshole and Berto's body jerked and he gasped.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Berto Nodded vigorously. "Si, si I am fine. You just surprised me."
"Should I keep going then?"
"Si, go ahead." Berto purred.
I slowly pushed more of my finger inside of him. "Ben, wait, stop!" He said urgently.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked as I ceased.
"No, it does not hurt. I think I need to go to the bathroom." He explained.
I withdrew my finger and eased it out. Berto said, "I am okay now. Please do that again."
I understood what he was feeling. He had never had his asshole opened from the outside and he was afraid he was going to shit on me. "Berto, it's okay. That feeling will go way." He nodded his understanding and I, once again, pushed my finger into him.
I could tell he was holding his breath in anticipation. "Relax, Berto. If it is uncomfortable, I will stop. I don't want to hurt you." Despite my reassurance Berto's asshole remained clinched tightly on my finger. I sat up and reached for some lube from the bedside table. Pouring some onto my finger, I continued my inward movement.
"Oh...oh...oh..." Berto panted as I buried my finger up his butt. I withdrew halfway and then reinserted, finger-fucking him slowly. I saw an expression of ecstasy spread across his handsome young face. "Ohhh, si!" Berto hissed through his white teeth. "Oh, that feels very nice, Ben. I do not wonder that Randy likes to have Wade's big pinga inside of him."
I reached with my other hand, grasped Berto's rock-hard cock, and slowly jacked it in rhythm with my finger. After just a few seconds of this, Berto grabbed my hand and removed it from his cock. "Ben, you must stop. I do not wish to shoot yet. I want to feel you put your dick inside of me."
"Are you sure you're ready for that Berto? We don't have to rush into anything." I said as I continued to massage his hole.
"Si, Ben I want you to fuck me." Berto cooed.
I was taken aback a bit by Berto's blatant request. To hear him utter those words almost made it seem dirty to me. At the same time, I understood his desire as well as his lack of experience. "No, Berto I will never fuck you. I will always make love to you."
Berto opened his eyes and looked at me with love written on his face. "Yes, Ben. Please make love to me." My heart melted once more and I was flooded with so much emotion that my eyes filled with tears. I bent over and kissed his sweet, full lips. Oh, how I loved this beautiful young man!
As I found a condom, Berto lay back and opened himself fully to me. He lifted his legs up and spread them apart to give me easier access. My mind photographed the image for eternity. I moved between his open legs and leaned over to kissed him, deeply and passionately.
"You must tell me if it hurts too much. Stop me if you need to, okay?"
Berto nodded and I touched my lubricated cock head to his brown pucker. Looking again for his permission, I slowly pressed inward. Berto's eyes flew open and an expression of agony and desperation contorted his beautiful face. "OUCH! Ben, stop, please stop!" I completely withdrew from him.
"I'm sorry Berto! Are you okay?" I said in a panicked voice.
"Ayee, that hurt. Can we try it a different way?" He pleaded.
"Sure." I said. "Turn over on your hands and knees."
Berto did as I asked. "Now scoot down to this end of the bed, Berto." When I had him in place, I applied lube to my cock. "Okay, now relax." I applied pressure and felt him begin to open up to me. I almost had the head inside him when he whimpered. "Ouch, Ben. Stop please."
I stopped my advance and held my cock still. "Okay. I won't push anymore until you tell me." I promised. I waited for quite some time then Berto asked me to take it out of him. "Is there another way we can try it, Ben?" He asked.
Why had I not thought of it before? "Yes, of course, Berto." I lay down on my back on the bed. "Come here Berto." He crawled over to me. "Place your knees on either side of my hips. That's right. Straddle me so you can control it yourself. All you have to do is lower yourself slowly down on my cock, understand?"
"Si, I understand Ben. Can we put more stuff from the bottle on it, first?" He asked.
"Sure you can." I handed him the bottle. "Use as much as you want." Berto fairly anointed me with the lube. I could feel it running down my balls and into my ass crack. However, this was not the time to complain. Berto backed up until he felt my cock hit his ass, then reached down to aligned it properly.
Looking directly into my eyes with apprehension, I knew he was looking for reassurance. I smiled and nodded to him then felt him lower himself down. He was incredibly tight and I tried to calm him and get him to relax his sphincter. "Push out like you are trying to take a dump, Berto. It will help to open you up."
The tension in his pucker released a bit and the head of my cock popped through along with about two inches of the shaft. Berto shrieked in pain and clamped his asshole tightly onto my cock. I could see he was crying. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he valiantly tried to work more of my cock up his virgin ass.
I couldn't stand it. I immediately began losing my erection and pulled out of him. I pulled him down into my arms and held him close to me, kissing his tear-streaked face, and calming him. "Shhh. It's okay, Berto. It's okay, baby. We don't have to do that. I love you, and I don't want to hurt you."
Berto continued to sob quietly and I became concerned. "What is it? Are you alright? Does it still hurt?"
Berto sniffed and shook his head. He continued to look down, not meeting my eyes. "There is no more pain, Ben. I am just embarrassed. I wanted you to make love to me and I could not do it." He looked up at me. "I am sorry, Ben."
"Oh, no, Berto, no! Don't be sorry. You just weren't ready yet. It's okay, I promise." I hugged him to me and held him for a long time. He looked up again. "Ben, will you hold me? I love to fall asleep with you snuggling up to my back." He turned over and backed into me.
I engulfed him in my embrace. "Of course. I'll hold you forever and ever." I placed soft gentle kisses on his narrow neck and strong, smooth shoulder. I listened and soon his breathing slowed and became more shallow. I knew he was asleep.
I lay there with Berto in my arms and watched him sleep, just as I had through the night. When he began stirring again, I said. "Good morning sleepy head. You ready to get up now?" I asked him.
"Almost." He said. Turning in the bed to face me, he grasped my "morning wood" and disappeared under the sheet. I heard him say through the muslin, " I can still do this for you, Ben." I felt my cock fully engulfed in his warm, wet mouth.
Berto brought me quickly and expertly to a mighty orgasm with his mouth and hands. I was dizzied from the force of it. His head reappeared above the sheet and he had a smug expression on his face as he swallowed. He bent to kiss me and I could taste my cum on his tongue. "Now," He said with finality. "I am ready to get out of bed. Come and shower with me."
Berto pulled me up and I followed his long, naked body into the bathroom. We each took a long due piss while the water warmed in the shower, then stepped inside. I was glad I decided to have the larger shower installed. There was just enough room for Berto and me to be comfortable. We washed each other from head to toe. When I slid my fingers into his butt-crack he spread his legs to allow me better access.
He inhaled when I touched his sphincter, so I knew he was a bit sore from the previous night's attempted activity, so I made sure to keep my fingers outside his asshole. However, when he was cleaning me he didn't hesitate for a second to slip a soapy finger inside me. I moaned and he kissed me deeply. "Perhaps we will try it the other way around tonight..." Berto whispered to me. I was glad to see he was feeling better.
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Thanks, Ben