Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XXXIV
"Uh, do I need to excuse myself?" Asked Bob. He was clearly uncomfortable.
"No Bob, please stay there and be comfortable. Jake would you please come with me?"
"Okaaay, see you later Bob." Jake had a look on his face that told me he didn't have a clue as to what was bothering me. His insensitivity really pissed me off.
He followed me to my room. I closed the door and sat on the bed. He sat beside me and took my hand. "Ben, something is wrong. I did something to upset you and I don't know what it is. Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
I swallowed hard and looked at him, holding up my finger to indicate that I needed him to be quiet and let me talk. I really don't like confrontations, but sometimes they are unavoidable. I just wanted to get what I wanted to say out, without a bunch of empty words, apologizing for something he didn't understand to be wrong.
"Let me just say a few things, please, Jake."
He nodded and I continued. "I don't understand just what happened here a while ago. You have never been so rough with me or so totally controlling. I didn't like it, and frankly, it scared me. Always before, you were gentle and loving. It's like you were a mad man, Jake."
Tears filled Jake's eyes. "Oh, Ben, I am so sorry if I hurt you. Are you all right?"
"Physically I'm fine. My ass can take a lot. My heart can't and, emotionally, I'm in turmoil. What the hell happened, Jake?"
"I'm sorry Ben. I was just really turned on by Ricky, and then the pics of him and Jose. They're really hot, man. I just got a little carried away."
"Yeah, I guess you did. You brute-fucked me. I can deal with that from time to time, but you really have to have my consent in the matter and I kind of have to be in the mood, you know?"
Jake squeezed my hand and looked directly into my eyes. "Ben, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have treated you that way. I definitely wasn't thinking with the big head this afternoon. Can you forgive me? Please?" Looking at his pleading, handsome face. The tears in his eyes, the sincerity melted my heart. I pulled him to me in a tight hug. "Yes, you big asshole. I forgive you. But if it ever happens again, you're the hell out of here, and don't come back. Next time is the last time."
"There won't be a next time. Not without your say so. Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
I kissed his lips. "Yeah, I'm fine. I can definitely tell you were in there, but no damage, I promise. So you have the hots for Ricky, huh? You know if he weren't so damned good looking, I would have to be jealous."
"Uh, yeah, I really do. I don't know just what it is, but he really does it for me."
"He "does it" for me too, my friend. As far as a four-way with him and Jose, I'd have to check with them, of course. Jose can be a bit jealous at times, but believe me when I tell you, Ricky's heart belongs to him. I have been with them, together and separately, and they are both hot Latin lovers. I can guarantee you that you won't be disappointed if they are interested."
"Do you think they would be?" Jake asked excitedly. His facial expression reminded me of a young boy talking about a new bicycle.
"Why wouldn't they be? They already know me and you, my friend, are hotter than hell."
"Well now, then that makes two of us. Four, if you count Ricky and Jose."
"Flattery will get you anywhere. I'll see about setting something up, but I think it's best if we go to San Augustin rather than having them come here. I'm not sure how Manuella would feel about having and orgy here."
"Whatever you think is best. Hey, will flattery get me some supper? I'm starving."
"I think Manuella would give you anything you wanted. All you have to do is hint in the general direction."
"Good, I'll start hinting now."
I stood up and walked to the door. Jake caught up to me and grabbed me in a hug from behind. He worked his hands into my front pockets and nearly pulled my shorts down in the front while he lavished kisses on my neck and shoulders.
We walked that way toward the kitchen and could smell the wonderful aroma of Manuella's cooking. I led us out to the sunroom. Bob was still there, nursing a second Corona.
"Well, you two look like you're doing better than the last time I saw you. Is everything alright now?"
"Yeah, we're fine. Aren't we?" Jake asked me, hopefully.
"Yeah, we're cool. " I turned my head and gave him a kiss.
"You guys look like a gay poster standing there like that with the sun starting to set behind you." Bob remarked. Wish I had a camera, I'd take your picture."
"Well, if you're serious, you can use my digital. It's right there in my room."
Bob hopped up, went and got my camera, then started shooting photos. He had us pose several different ways. He even had us take our shirts off. I had Jake stand in the foreground for those as his body is much more defined than mine.
Bob suggested some nude shots but I wasn't going to do it. I asked Jake and he said "Sure, where do you want me?"
I took over the camera and took several shots of Jake in various places. By the hot tub, in the garden, with the house in the back ground, by the wall at the beach. I thought they would look great on the web site. Bob wanted some erection shots and volunteered to do the "fluffing duties.
I gave Jake a questioning look. He nodded his assent, and I decided it was best to take it on the other side of the beach wall, just in case Manuella wandered out. Bob dropped to his knees and sucked Jake's cock until it was hard and shiny them backed away. I snapped photos while Jake made some amazing poses. Some were sexy, some were obscene, but he was having a great time with it, and I was going to have some hot photos to look at when he had to go back to Jacksonville.
Bob didn't have to do any more fluffing as Jake stayed rock hard as he posed. I could tell he was disappointed and wanted to finish Jake off. That was up to Jake. When I had gotten every possible angle of Jake's entire body, I cried enough and left to check when supper would be ready.
Manuella was putting the food on the table when I entered the sunroom. "Where is Senor Roberto and Jacob?" She asked.
"Um, they're at the beach. They should be coming in a minute." I winced at my poor choice of words. "Let me help you finish getting everything."
I carried the plates and silverware while Manuella brought the drinks. We had just set the table when Jake and Bob strolled up. Bob was wearing a shit-eating grin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Jake sat down heavily in his chair and took a big gulp of his Corona.
They both seemed a little winded as we began our meal. We talked about the adobe mason coming the next day. I asked Jake if he might like to take a trip to San Augustin for the weekend. His eyes lit up at the possibility. I decide to call Ricky after supper and see if he and Jose would mind entertaining.
I also arranged for Jake to help Manuella set up an email account so she could communicate with Berto. She seemed a little apprehensive until "Jacob" assured her that she would have no problems with the computer. Jake and I helped clear the table and clean up the kitchen, so Manuella could get to work on line right away.
I called Ricky on my cell phone and kind of invited Jake and myself. He was all for it. As a matter of fact, he had been talking to Jose about having us up before Jake had to leave.
"We will have the whole place to ourselves as Papa is in Mexico City for two weeks and Carla will on a weekend trip with her university friends. I think she said that Berto was going, too, so you won't be able to see him this time."
I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't see Berto, but the weekend sounded like it was going to be a blast. I was going to have to get plenty of sleep for the next two nights. I would need the rest. We rang off and I walked into the bedroom. Manuella was already gone.
The room was dark save for the flames of about twenty candles. Jake had strategically placed them so that their glow reflected off the mirrors and lit up the soft white comforter on the big bed. I didn't see Jake, so I walked into the bathroom. He was standing next to the full bathtub, wearing only a fundoshi, like Japanese men where under their clothing. His hair was wet and I cold smell his clean skin, fresh from the shower. Jake took my hands and gently kissed my lips. He then lifted my shirt up and over my head. He slowly removed my shorts and briefs and kissed me again. He surprised me by lifting me and carefully placing me in the tub, which was also lined with lit candles.
The water was very warm and Jake had added bath oil to water. The fragrance was not overwhelming and it was masculine. Jake bathed my body gently and thoroughly, kissing my exposed wet flesh as his hands roamed everywhere.
When he was satisfied that I was clean and relaxed. He helped me to step out and lovingly dried me with a warm, thirsty towel. Then he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. He placed me face down on the bed, stipped and climbed up to straddle my legs.
He leaned over, kissed my shoulders and whispered into my ear. "This afternoon was for me. Tonight is just for you."
Jake gave me the most wonderful full body massage. He used his hands and lips to relax me, while, at the same time heightening my sensitivity to touch. After he finished my shoulders, back, butt and legs, he turned me over.
He started at my feet and worked his way upwards. When his hands met my genitals, he bent his head down and engulfed my entire cock into his mouth. His tongue swirled and danced around my cock. I was so hard! He slid up and pressed his hard cock against mine while he finished my massage.
Jake raised him self up on his knees, held my face gently with his fingertips, and covered my mouth, cheeks, ears, eyelids, throat and shoulders with light sexy kisses. I opened my eyes and he was staring at me in that way he always did whenever we made love.
Bending his knees and moving backward, he brought his asshole into direct contact with my cock head. With slow, steady pressure, he sheathed my cock with his body. When I was fully in, he bent down to kiss me, long and sensuously. His tongue wrestling with mine as he began using his hips to pull himself almost all the way off of me before pushing slowly down to the hilt.
Jake sat back forcing as much of my cock up inside him as he could. His dark eyes never left mine, never seemed to blink, as he rode me slowly. I could feel every inch of his rectum and then the bulge of his prostate rub against my cock. I was so ready to cum, I wanted to push up into him faster. He shook his head and said, "Shhh, relax, let me do this."
It was wonderful and maddening, and hot and sweet at the same time. Jake's hands touched my body everywhere he could reach while he continued torturing my cock with his hot ass. He went on and on and I was building to one hell of an orgasm. Whenever I got too close, he would stop and let me calm down for a bit.
Jake to edge ten or twelve times. I began begging him. "Please let me cum. I can't do this much longer, Jake." Not a word, not a sound from him. He just kept staring and fucking himself on my cock. It was like an endless roller coaster ride, and I just knew I was going to have a stroke if he didn't let me cum soon.
The next time I peaked, he didn't stop, he kept up his slow, steady rhythm and I crashed over the edge. My entire body shook uncontrollably as my orgasm took me. My cock blasted volley after volley of semen into Jake. He still held my eyes with his as I felt warm slashes hitting my chest and neck. I looked down, momentarily and watched cum shoot from Jake's cock, heading for my chest in a large glob.
Jake leaned over and licked his cum from my chest and neck while still gripping my cock with his asshole. When I was clean, he covered my mouth with his and moved his ass rapidly up and down my slimy cock. I was amazed that he was bringing me to a second, almost immediate orgasm. More cum flowed into him and I gripped his hands hard as we rode out my spasms.
Slowly, carefully, Jake raised himself up and off my cock. He lay down at my side, wrapping his strong arms around me and planting tender kisses on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry I hurt you today." He whispered. I turned to face him and saw a single tear build on the bridge of his nose then slide of onto my arm.
I drew him into a hug and whispered into his ear. "It's okay, baby. I'm fine. That was wonderful." We soon drifted off to sleep in the pale glow of the candles, our bodies wrapped in a tangle of arms and legs.
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