Thanks for the messages, guys. I know it's been awhile since I last posted, but it has been a freaky week with all the stuff going down at the WTC and Pentagon. Anyway, here's the next part. Let me know what you think. ben_sc@hotmail.com.
Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XI
The next part of my drive was pretty uneventful. I decided to head for San Diego and the Naval Base Commissary and Exchange to stock up on some supplies before heading South. I had always wondered what Southern California looked like. To hear San Diego natives talk, it was like Eden, but as I crossed the border at Yuma, I was surprised at how desolate it really was. I was hoping that Santa Rosalia was going to be better than this!
As I neared San Diego, and especially as the Naval Base came into view, I could see the natives' point of view. I was beautiful, picturesque and CLEAN. The base was sprawling and quite well laid out. The guard at the gate was very friendly and helpful. She gave me a base map and an information booklet for the greater San Diego area.
I decided to check at the Navy Lodge to see if I might luck out and get a room for the night. It was a nice long white building with red tile roof and an abundance of palm trees and wide manicured lawns. While the room wasn't as nicely appointed as the one I stayed at last night, it was more than adequate to serve my needs. It even had a microwave and VCR.
I only took in those things that I would need for the night and then headed for the commissary and bought a BUNCH of bottled water and some non-perishable foods. I decided if I was going to be coming here a lot from Mexico, I was going to have to get a bigger car or a truck. My trunk was pretty well loaded down with luggage and those items I thought I might need until I found a place and had the rest of my stuff shipped from Charleston.
It was still pretty early so I decided to head over to the Chief Petty Officer's Club for a nice dinner. I was not disappointed. I had a nice steak, a huge salad, baked potato, and a big glass of tea. I was feeling kind of stuffed. I went back to my room and looked through the booklet that the Gate Guard had given me. I noticed that the base gym complex had nice facilities, including, a dry sauna, Jacuzzi and a steam room. I thought that maybe a light workout might be in order after such a heavy meal. Besides with all the driving and such, the only exercise I had had in the past few days had been sex.
Another benefit of the gym complex that was NOT advertised in the booklet was all the eye candy. Hot young sailors and marines were all over the place. I was not about to approach anybody on a Navy base. I've never been that good at discerning who would welcome my advances and reciprocate from a guy that would beat my head in, so I contented myself with discretely watching. The Jacuzzi was co-ed so one had to at least wear shorts or a bathing suit in there. After using the aerobic step machine and a light round of the Nautilus equipment I rinsed off my sweat and hopped in the hot bubbling water. I was alone at first and then was joined buy a couple of young guys whom I assumed were sailors. I made this assumption based on there haircuts- not the "high and tight" cut of the marines, but neatly cut in a military fashion.
Both of them were slender and cute, as young sailor tend to be. I well remember my active duty days when the guys working for me wore form fitting dungarees and "cracker jacks". I am convinced that both of those uniforms were designed by a gay man. With the flat front, they accentuated a guy's basket beautifully, and in the back, they hugged a nice tight bubble butt to perfection.
Neither of these guys was in uniform, of course. They both wore rather bulky, baggy cotton shorts, which showed neither cock/ball bulge nor gave you much clue as to their "ass-ets". That is until they were wet.
We all exchanged friendly greetings and the stepped down into the small pool. One of them sat to my left and across from me. He was quite tall and had sandy brown hair. A little hair on his defined chest, and his slightly washboard like stomach. His companion was about my height and had darker brown hair. His body was completely smooth and was less muscular, but still hot. His most striking feature was his large vivid green eyes. They were brilliant, surrounded by heavy black lashes under thick dark eyebrows. He sat to my right and across, equidistant from his friend and myself.
As we soaked without conversation, one of the other of them would occasionally sit up on the side of the Jacuzzi. Water ran down their lean torsos lean torsos and their wet shorts clung tightly to their cocks and balls, fitting them like a wet second skin. I don't think either of them was wearing anything underneath, so the fabric showed every detail. As I watched them through mostly closed eyes (so they would realize I was looking) I fought the urge to lick my lips and could feel my cock beginning to grow under the rippling surface of the water.
I decided I need to make a hasty retreat before it would be impossible for me to hide my growing cock. I said, "See ya later." I climbed out and grabbed my towel. I went to the showers and ran cool water over me until I was more presentable. I slipped of my shorts and wrung then out. I placed them on a bench outside of the sauna, opened the door and walked into the dry heat. There was a black guy laying across one end. I was the only other person in there so I sat where I could get a nice view.
He was fairly light-skinned and hat short, neatly cropped hair. It was hard to be sure, because he was laying on his back with his left side to me. He had his right knee bent but his left leg was straight. His left hand was behind his head and the right one was resting on his right thigh. This position gave me an unobstructed view of his impressive cock and balls.
His body and limbs were long, thin and well defined. Even in this position, I could tell he had a hard bubble butt. He had great abs and nice, square, flat pecs. He reminded me very much of Fred, a guy I knew from Charleston. Fred and I had been "sex buddies" for about three years until his move to Sacramento, a few years earlier. Fred was biracial and had a similar long beautiful body.
Although he had a partner, they had no sex life. His partner claimed he was not able to accommodate his 10" cock. We mad met through a mutual friend and made wonderful love on a semi- regular basis. As we learned each other and became more comfortable, we found new ways to enhance our already exciting sex. We even made a video tape when he knew he would be moving. Fred was a total top and had a digicam with a tripod and remote control, so he did the filming of me sucking his beautiful cock, licking his enormous balls and eating his ass. He was also able to film himself fucking me from several angles and in several different positions.
I had brought the video with me and thought that I might need to watch it and beat off when I got back to my room. I am always in awe about how casually men of color seem to be about displaying their bodies. This guy had every reason to show his off. He knew I was in the sauna with him, although he never actually acknowledged my presence.
He just leisurely reached down with his right hand and grabbed his cock, the head of which was laying high on his left hip. He moved it to the middle and gently stoked the head a few times. This caused his cock to thicken and become visibly longer. He released it replaced his hand back on his right thigh. I was staring straight at hi cock as it continued to grow and stiffen. I had a fleeting thought that perhaps he was putting on a show for me, but quickly dismissed it.
The fact that he had not change body position or even opened his eyes since I had stepped inside, told me that he simply didn't care if I was watching him or not. His cock got harder as I watched and began lifting away from his lower stomach. Amazingly the head had traveled well past his navel before the shaft started rising and eventually came to a 45 degree angle. It was long, and thick, and heavily veined. Perhaps not as long as Fred's but it was thicker and I fantasized about how it would feel sliding deep into my asshole. I was starting to get hard again, and although he seemed perfectly at ease about being seen in the sauna with a full-blown hard on, I was not. I silently stood up, wrapped my towel around me and headed back to the showers.
There were three other guys in there, all young, all hot and I took my cold shower, being careful not to wash my cock and balls too aggressively, as I knew my hard on would return. I turned off the shower, grabbed my shorts and went to my locker to dry off and get dressed. I managed to dry my genitals without causing myself any undue embarrassment, got dressed and drove back in my fully loaded car back to my room.
I rummaged around the trunk until I found the video. Right next to it was bottle of poppers so I grabbed it, too. I slammed the trunk closed and unlocked the door. I walked in, closed, and locked the door. I turned on the TV and VCR, then shed my clothes and lay on the bed with the remote and the poppers. I turned up the sound and took my semi-hard cock in my right hand.
On the TV screen, I saw myself sucking in Fred's soft cock. Even soft, it was quite large, but I was able to take the entire cock into my mouth. As I sucked him in and out, his cock started to swell and firm up. I could hear slurping sounds as his cock became wet with my saliva. Fred was standing with me kneeling in front of him, although he had filmed everything so close up you only sat my face and his cock and handball sized nuts and the front part of his long thighs.
I began slowly jacking my cock as I watched myself devour his meat. I felt a drop of precum and rubbed it into the head as I stroked the shaft up and down slowly. The scene switched to Fred seated on the bed with me between his legs, still sucking his now fully hard cock. I was not able to get the whole thing in my mouth now, but did from time to time, force the head into my throat.
I opened the poppers and took a hit up each nostril. I replaced the top and laid the bottle on the bed. Presently I felt my pulse quicken and began to feel that "out of body" feeling. I also felt that indescribable "something" in my groin and knew if I was not careful, I would be blowing my load in a matter of seconds. I released the shaft and lightly rubbed the head with my thumb and forefinger. This causes me to "edge" and I can put myself through exquisite torture for a very long time.
The scene changed again and now Fred was pouring liquid lubricant onto my ass crack. He then rubbed his condom clad cock head up and down my crack. Fred had focused in extremely close and he was slowly and slightly pushing the head of his cock into my asshole. Gradually he inserted more and more as he rocked his hips. I could well remember exactly what it felt like for him to gently open me and enter. I opened my legs wide and rubbed the fingertips of my left hand across my anus.
Time for another hit from the poppers. I watched myself being slowly fucked on the screen as I teased my asshole and my cock head. I don't masturbate often but I was so horny after seeing those guys at the gym, especially the one that looked so much like Fred. The poppers and the video had me going good. The scene had shifted and now Fred was really fucking me. He was pulling out of my ass completely and then pushing back in full stroke-the entire ten inches. Opening my ass repeatedly was incredible.
I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my cock by the shaft and jacked it furiously. Within seconds, I came like fountain. Spooge went flying everywhere. Warm thick glob of it fell on my stomach chest and even hit my chin. As I came down from my orgasm and looked at the screen again, Fred had pushed completely inside of me and was saying, "Ow, ow, ow, ow..." with each spurt he blew into the condom deep in my ass. Then he started laughing. He did this every time we made love. I thought it was strange the first time, but grew to expect it before long. He held me and kissed my back and shoulders as his cock softened inside me. Only then did he slowly withdraw it.
I pushed the "stop" and the "rewind" buttons on the remote. The picture changed to a network TV show and I lay still waiting for my pulse and heart rate to return to normal. I got up, pulled the video from the VCR, and placed it in my overnight bag. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and returned to the be to make a phone call to my friend in Mexico. I dialed the number and it rang a couple of times.
"Hello?" I heard a familiar voice say.
"Bob? It's Ben. I'm in San Diego."
"Wow, you made pretty good time then. I was expecting you the first part of next week."
"I was planning on being there tomorrow night. Will that be a problem?"
"Well, not really, but I have to fly over to Mexico City for a doctor's appointment in the morning. If you come here, I'll leave word with my housekeeper, Manuella that you will be coming. She'll fix you up with a room and keep you fed until I get back. It shouldn't be more than a couple of days at the most."
"Are you sure? I could just stay here for a few days."
"No, don't be silly. Come on down. It'll give you a chance to relax and unwind. Really. Oh, by the way, you got a couple of phone calls. One from a guy named Jake and another one from a Jose Ramerez."
"Hmmm," I thought. I knew who Jake was, but not Jose Ramerez. The only Jose I knew of was the one from the hotel-Ricky's lover. " Okay. Did they leave a number or a message?"
"Jake said to tell you he arrived safely in Italy and that he will call you again next week. The Ramerez guy left his number and asked that you call him as soon as you could." Bob gave me the number and I wrote it down.
"Thanks, Bob. Good luck at the doctor. Is everything okay?"
"I'll tell you about it when I get back, okay?" I didn't like the sound of that, but what choice did I have.?I told him that was okay and rang off. I dialed the number and got an answering machine that said something in Spanish. I recognized a few words and the name Jose Ramerez. I left a message in English with my number at the Navy Lodge. Also, I stated that I would be leaving the following morning.
I was pretty tired, so I brushed my teeth, set the alarm on my watch for 6:00, turned off the light and was soon asleep.
To be continued...
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