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Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XII
I awoke to a gentle nudging and a soft voice saying "Senor Ben, Senor Ben". I opened my eyes and saw the sweet face of Berto smiling down on me. "Buenos Tardes, Senor Ben. Did you sleep well?" I nodded "Uh-huh." "Senor Roberto is waiting to talk to you on the telephone." Berto handed me the cordless handset and quietly exited the room.
"Hi Bob! How is it going?" I asked cheerfully.
"Well, I'm not sure yet. The doctors want to do a few more tests, so I could be as much as another week here. I have already told Manuella. You have the run of the whole house, my friend. If there is anything you need she'll see to it."
"Bob, what I need is the reassurance that you're okay. Can't you tell me anything?" I was really concerned at this point, and feeling pretty helpless.
"Ben, I promise to let you know as soon as I have something definite, okay? In the mean time, just relax and enjoy yourself. When I get home I plan on running your ass ragged. I have so much to show you and have a lot of plans for my place that I need your help with."
"Okay, if you say so. But hurry up and come home, buddy." Bob laughed and assured me he would. I hit the off button and looked up to see Manuella wringing her hands with a worried expression on her face. I understood her feelings but didn't want to ad to her concern.
"He says he will be home in a few days."
"Si, Senor Ben. He tells me this also, but he tells me nothing more. I am worried that he is muy infermo-very sick and that he is not telling me. Senor Roberto is very special to me. He has given Berto and me a place to live and I have been looking after him for a long time. If anything happened to him..."
I rose and went to Manuella and gave her a reassuring hug. "Now, how do you know anything is wrong with him. He sounded just fine. Don't worry about Bob until he tells you that there is something to worry about."
Manuella sniffed and looked up at me with wet eyes. "I will try to do as you say, Senor Ben. I will be preparing your meal soon. Would you like anything before that?"
"No thank you, Manuella. I think I will enjoy the rose garden for awhile."
"Oh, si! Berto is there, now. Have him show you around. He is very proud of his roses. He has worked very hard with them and seems to have a gift of growing them so beautifully."
"Berto grows all of those roses himself? I thought Bob had a gardener that did that."
"Oh, no, Senor Ben. He has just Manuella and Berto to see to his needs...well almost all of them." I didn't need to ask her what she meant by this. I knew that Bob was as gay as me. In fact, it was through a mutual gay friend that we met. I had been in many 3-ways with Bob when we both lived in Charleston. He was also married, but his wife had died and his daughter was grown and married. He sold his business in Charleston and drifted around for awhile before finally settling in here.
Although we were both gay and both enjoyed sex with hot guys, we were never lovers. I guess we were just too close as friends and having sex with each other would have been like doing your brother. I had seen him in action plenty of times, and he had seen me. It was fairly routine for one of us to contact some guy (me via the internet, or Bob via a local telephone network) and get together at his business for some hot three way sex.
The "normal scenario" was to bring the new guy in, everybody get naked, and he and I would make the new guy the center of attention. We kind of specialized in fulfilling fantasies. This often consisted of a guy wanting a "cock in either end". Of course there was the usual foreplay with either Bob or myself kissing the guy and playing with his nipples, while the other of us pressed in from behind, rubbing a cock against his bare ass, touching his body, reaching around and fondling his cock and balls.
After a bit of this, we might swap off and the other would do the kissing, then one of us would drop to our knees and begin sucking the third guy's cock. We had seen each other giving head numerous times and we were both very good at it, although our techniques might differ a bit. Form time to time we might even find the other's cock within reach in or 3-way play, so we also knew the feel and taste of each other cock quite well.
If the newcomer was shy we might find it necessary to kiss each other first and then draw him into the fun. It just depended on the situation. We both knew the other's "moves" and just sort of anticipated where to go and what to do. We were quite a team, and the third in our party always had a great time.
Bob was the oral guy, but I liked to suck a lot too. If a guy wanted to be fucked, the honor usually fell to me. Because my cock head is tapered and the girth is not huge, guys were not as intimidated as much with it as they were with Bob's cock. The head of his cock was blunt and the shaft, near the head was of average thickness. The problem was that it became much thicker toward the base. It wasn't as long as my 6.5 inches so the shape was almost conical. This also caused a problem with condoms rolling or sliding off his cock a lot.
So, if it came to a case where the third party wanted to be fucked, I was the guy to do it. If he wanted a cock in his mouth at the same time (a condition that Bob and I called "air tight") then Bob was always happy to oblige.
Bob wasn't much for getting fucked, but I love it. If out newcomer wanted to fuck some tight ass, mine was readily available. Often I would have the guy lie on his back and I would ride his stiff cock while Bob would kneel and feed his cock to the guy or stand and feed it to me. Other times the guy would enter me "doggie style" and Bob would straddle my back and the guy would suck him while he fucked me.
Anyway, back to the story. I walked out to the gulf side of the house and felt a light salty wind in my face. I looked over the garden and saw Berto crouched down over a rose bush, pruning it with a big pair of garden shears. I quietly walked up behind him and watched him as he worked.
Berto was very meticulous and it was easy for me to understand how he got such remarkable results. He carefully chose just the right places to cut and arranged his clippings in a neat pile beside his left foot. On his right was a large wicker basket which held recently cut roses of varied hues. I enjoyed watching him doing his work. It was obvious that he had a passion for it.
I also enjoyed watching Berto. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of white, thin cotton shorts. They contrasted nicely with his deeply tanned skin. I have always loved looking at the beauty and strength of a young man's hands, before the fingers begin to thicken with age and the hands themselves grow veins. Berto had long, thin finger and his nails were trimmed and clean.
He turned and sort of duck-walked to the next bush and reached to move his basket when he saw my feet and legs. He looked up and his bright smile spread across his face. "Oh, Senor Ben! I am sorry I did not see you standing there. Can I get you anything?"
I chuckled at his slight embarrassment. "No, thank you, Berto. I'm fine. I was just watching you ten the garden. Your mother tells me that you do all of this yourself." I waved my arm to indicate the entire garden.
"Si, Senor Ben. It is much work but I do it as much as I can when I am not studying for my University exams. Mama is very anxious for me to make good scores so I can start attending in a few weeks."
"What will you be studying? Anything to do with Horticulture? You seem to have a God-given talent for it?"
Berto wrinkled his forehead and gave me a questioning look? " I am sorry, Senor Ben. I do not understand this word. Could you please explain to me?"
I smiled, careful not to laugh and embarrass him. I found him so fresh and not at all shy. He wasn't afraid to ask about something he didn't understand. "It means the science of growing plants and developing gardens and parks. Many people in that line of work manage large nurseries of plants, some are landscapers."
"Ah, I see. I love to do this, but I don't want to do it as my occupation for money. I will be studying business and accounting at University. Mama says it will be good for me to know, so I can become a wealthy man."
"I see. And what does Berto think? Do you want to become a wealthy man?"
"Si, I would like that. I want to take care of Mama. She works very hard to take care of me now, so I want her to be happy when she is old. I do like the business study I have started already. This is part of my life, but it is a part that I do for the love of it. My occupation will be so that I can take care of Mama and me." I nodded my understanding and asked Berto to show me around and tell me about the garden and how he came to find his talent with the roses. We spent the late afternoon and into the early evening while he proudly explained with much smiling and animated gestures. I asked many questions and this pleased him because he knew I was genuinely interested in him and the things that he felt were important.
As the sun was beginning to set, Manuella called us in for the evening meal. Lighter fare was offered and I was to find out that the midday meal was the main one of the day and the afternoon siesta was as much for letting the food settle as it was to escape the heat of the day.
Afterwards, I strolled around the grounds for a bit in the cool night air and decided that I would drive up to see Ricky while Bob was out. I called the number and spoke with Jose. He assured me that I would be very welcome to stay with them for a few days and that Ricky would be very happy to see me again.
He also told me that he had a problem that he would like some help with. He wouldn't be specific on the telephone. I was curious, but told him I would help in any way I could. The conversation was friendly and relaxed. I was beginning to feel more comfortable where Jose was concerned. We said good- bye and I told him I would be up his way in the morning.
As I hung up the phone I heard a knock at the door to my room. Berto was standing there with a large vase of the roses he had cut and gathered earlier as we talked and he worked in the garden. "I brought these hear to thank you for your friendship and conversation today. Not many people are interested in me and listen to what I have to say."
"Well, thank you, Berto. I enjoyed it very much. I cannot believe that everybody doesn't find you interesting. You are intelligent and bright, and a nice person to be around." I didn't ad that I really liked looking at him, too. He was gorgeous to me and I resolved to take some photographs him when I returned from San Augustin.
Berto thanked me again and placed the vase on the table next to the bed. He turned to leave and then, on impulse, stopped and gave me a strong hug. I returned his embrace, a little surprised, but grateful to hold such a beautiful creature for a short time. "Buenos Noches, Senor Ben." He turned and left the room.
"Good night, Berto." I said as he closed the door behind him. I stripped and crawled between the clean sheets. I smelled the salt air and the fragrance of the roses. I also was remembering the feel of Berto in my arms as I fell asleep.
And so it continues. More to come with my trip to see Ricky and Jose. ben_sc@hotmail Other stories I have posted on Nifty can be found under the Authors link. Look for Lyle Benton.