Okay loyal readers, thanks for sticking with me. I appreciate the letter and the kind words of encouragement. This story is fiction (with some parts of it drawn from my personal experiences) but I am really enjoying these characters. ben_sc@hotmail.com.
Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XVI
We grew tired and I was nodding off in front of the fire. Jose was sitting on the floor, leaning against the hearth. Ricky was lying on his side with his head in Jose's lap. Both of them were naked, as was I. The orange light illuminated their smooth athletic bodies and made for a perfect picture.
I asked them if they would let me take some photos of them to use as a possible painting. They were flattered and thought that I was kidding. I wasn't. I wanted to catch their beauty, youth and obvious mutual affection on film and later on canvas. I hadn't painted in years and, now, I would finally have the time to take it up again.
I finally convinced them and walked to the bedroom to get my camera again. I took several candid shots and a few posed ones. It was impossible to take a bad picture of this subject and in this setting. I made them a promise that, if everything worked out okay, I would do a painting for them to keep. I also talked them into more photos to be taken the next day, in the pool and anywhere else we found to be suitable.
I stood up and stretched. Yawning, I announced that I was going to bed. They invited me into their bed for the night, but I knew I'd never get any sleep there. Besides, I wanted to preserve the sanctity of their bed for this loving couple. I kissed them both good night and made my way to bed.
I woke early, as usual, and stumbled into the bathroom to perform my morning ritual. During my time at Navy bootcamp, in Orlando, Florida, this was called "shit, shower, and shave". Only there we had just 20 minutes for sixty-odd guys to get through. Here I could take my time and enjoy myself in this cavernous shower.
I almost opted for the big bathtub. I noticed that it had water jets all around inside it, but I didn't want to wait for it to fill. I also noticed that all of the towels we had used last night were gone and a big stack of fluffy, soft ones was by the shower. I never saw anybody, other than Ricky and Jose in the house, but somebody else was certainly there, in the background, taking care of things.
I dried off and got dressed. Jose had mentioned doing some sightseeing today. Ricky would have to work for awhile and would join us later. As I stepped into the large round room, I smelled food and coffee. I also heard Ricky and Jose talking. Their voices were coming from one of the open doors in the adobe wall across from the door that led to the bedroom in which I had slept.
I padded across in my bare feet and saw them seated at a large round table. Ricky had a stack of newspapers and a few folders of what appeared to be business correspondence next to him in an empty chair. Jose was seated at his right and stood up to pull out a chair for me.
"Good morning, Ben! Did you sleep well?"
I sat in the chair next to him and facing Ricky. "Yes. I don't remember anything after I laid down until I woke up this morning. Did you guys get any sleep at all?" I gave them my best leer and licked my lips, teasing them.
Jose actually blushed and Ricky just laughed. "Si, si. After Jose insisted that I make love to him by the fire. He fell asleep in my arms. You should be very flattered, Ben. Generally Jose sleeps until late in the morning, but today he is awake early, so he can give you a tour of the sights, such as there are. Please help yourself to some breakfast."
He waved me toward the sideboard where I saw American breakfast fare- eggs, sausage, even grits! Also there was fresh fruit and traditional Mexican foods, including, of course, tortillas. I chose fruit and tortillas and returned to my seat.
I heard footsteps behind me on the tile floor and Ricky and Jose stood up. I turned saw a middle- aged man approaching. He was wearing a dark, pinstriped suit, A starched white shirt and maroon tie. His polished wingtips were making a formidable click on the tiles and he assertively walked to where we were gathered around the table.
Instinctively, I rose, too. Although not a mean-looking man, he had such a carriage and presence that he drew respect from you. He stopped near me and extended his hand to me. "Buenos dias, Senor." I am Don Miguel Luis Joquin Chavez de San Augustin."
I took his hand and he shook mine firmly, looking straight into my eyes. "Ben." I said. It sounded so inadequate after hearing all of the syllables that he delivered so rapidly, with authoritative rhythm. "I trust my son is showing you suitable hospitality."
I smiled and said. "Oh, yes, Don Chavez. He and Jose have been taking very good care of me. They are excellent hosts. The double intendre was not lost on him and his eyes twinkled as he said. "Regrettably, I must steal Enrique away from you for a few hours this morning. He is needed to conduct some business with me. I am certain that Jose can keep you occupied until his return."
"Si, Don Chavez." Jose fairly croaked out. I looked at him and he has almost standing at attention. He had visibly paled and I feared he would pass out. Don Chavez turned to his son and asked him if he was ready to go. Ricky was dressed in a vanilla-colored linen suit and a gold shirt. He reached to the chair next to him and picked up a brown-striped tie, then stepped from behind the table.
"Si, Papa. Let us go. I will see you soon, Ben." He turned to Jose and kissed him, briefly, on the lips. "Adios, mi amigo." Ricky walked out the door and waited for his father.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, my American friend. I look forward to seeing you at dinner this evening. " Before I could reply, He, too, turned to Jose and kissed him on the lips. "Adios, Jose. Take good care of Ben until Enrique returns." With that, Don Chavez spun on his heel and led his son out the door, in the direction of the garage.
I turned toward Jose. He sort of melted after Ricky and his father cleared the outer door. He collapsed into his chair and sighed heavily. "Are you okay, Jose?" I asked. He looked at me and nodded. "Don Chavez delights in my discomfort around him. He was teasing me for your benefit when he kissed me. This is not something he does with regularity."
"Do you think he dislikes you? It didn't seem so to me."
"Oh, no. That is not it. He has genuine affection for me because of my love for Enrique and his for me. I am just so intimidated by his greatness that he finds me amusing. He is not a cruel man, Ben. In fact, he is very tender and generous, especially with his son. I have never learned to relax around him. My fault, completely."
"I understand. He is intimidating, alright. But he seems friendly. Do you feel that maybe he holds you to a higher standard because of Ricky?"
"I do. But he has been good to me. He paid for my education and has been teaching me to be a good businessman. I would do anything for that man."
"Even learn to relax a little bit around him?" I asked, only half jokingly.
Jose laughed nervously as we sat and finished up our meal. When we were both sated, Jose asked, "What would you like to see first? The estate is quite extensive and I would like to show you the surrounding area as well." I told him I would follow his lead.
He stood and preceded me to the door. He was again wearing (the same?) black leather jeans. I really liked the way they hugged his tight ass and moved on him like a second skin. Above them, he wore a clingy silk a-shirt. It was bright orange. It fit and complimented his body well, setting off his smooth tanned skin. I stopped by my room to grab my camera and sandals, then followed Jose to the garage. I looked around and noticed that the big Lincoln was gone. I assumed that it was the car Ricky and his father had taken. I also noticed that my car was clean and shining like a new dime.
Jose led me to a powder blue `57 Thunderbird. It had not been in here yesterday when I arrived. Perhaps it was the car that Ricky had driven home then. Jose walked around to the passenger side and got in. I stopped and looked at him. "Get in and drive, Ben. I will show you where to go." He didn't have to tell me twice.
Although I didn't see Jose press a button, the garage door opened upon our approach and I drove out. Jose directed me around to the other side of the house and down a lane shaded with orange trees. The road followed the stone wall on our left, so I couldn't see much that way. The lawns and gardens on the right were lush and beautiful, but I couldn't help but compare them to the beauty and simplicity of Berto's rose garden and find them inferior.
I was beginning to wonder how I was to drive and take pictures at the same time, when Jose told me to turn right toward a huge building at the edge of a large, flat field. As we got closer, I realized that I was looking at an airstrip and I figured out that the building was an aircraft hangar. I stopped the T-bird at the entrance and we both got out.
Jose unlocked and opened the door and disappeared into the dark interior. I heard a motor start and bright sunlight split the darkness as the massive doors slid apart in opposite directions. Things became brighter, and I could see what was inside. I stepped in and looked around. There were four aircraft inside: a small business jet (Lear?) a small plane that looked like one-seater stunt plane, a plane that I supposed was a Cessna or a Beechcraft (hell, I don't know airplanes. It was a four-seater with a single prop engine), and a really sharp looking executive-type helicopter
"Here, Ben. Help me push her outside." Said Jose as he grabbed the back of the left wing of the Cessna/Beechcraft. I ran around to the other side and we pushed. The plane moved very easily. I was also rather surprised at how small it really was. I had seen similar planes from a distance, but never this closely.
We pushed it about 50 feet to where Jose unlocked a fuel pump and "gassed her up". It took awhile and when he finished, he had me help him push it another 20 feet or so away from the pump. He got in and told me to do the same.
I crawled in (literally) and sat in the right, front seat next to Jose. He checked the jillion gauges and finally pushed a button on the panel. I buckled my seat belts and tried to hide my terror as the plane's engine came to life and the propeller started spinning within arms-length of my face. It was quite loud and Jose had to raise his voice to be heard.
"Are you ready?" he almost shouted. "Fuck no! Let me out of here." I wanted to say. Instead I just gritted my teeth and nodded, sure that I would piss myself any second. Jose moved his feet somehow and we started moving forward. I got the same feeling that I always get at the beginning of every roller coaster ride I have ever been on. "What the hell am I doing? I am going to die!"
Jose was oblivious to my self-torture. He guided the plane to the far end of the field. We bumped along and then he turned onto the end of the "runway". Actually, it was a hard-packed dirt road that stretched out for a considerable distance. Jose pulled back hard on the stick in from of him. This caused the engine got louder as we picked up speed.
I was trying to figure out why I hadn't used the bathroom after breakfast when the plane took off at what felt like a 45-degree angle. Here we had a perfectly good runway, and Jose didn't even use half of the damned thing. I should have known better, but I looked down and everything on the ground was becoming visibly smaller.
Thank God, Jose was busy, because, before he finally leveled the death trap off, he would have seen the look of panic on my face and the white-knuckled grip I had on my seal belt. Don't get me wrong. I have done quite a bit of flying and have no particular fear of it. I had made SEVERAL trans-Atlantic flights, courtesy of the United States Navy, between Charleston and Prestwick, Scotland when I was making submarine patrols from Holy Loch. However, the smallest plane I had been on before was a Pilgrim Airlines twin prop job from Groton, Connecticut to JFK when I graduated from submarine school.
Jose looked at me and had a split-second expression of concern before he realized that my color had drained from my face because I was a chicken shit. His face contorted in an evil grin and he pushed the stick forward. The plane tipped and we were headed straight toward the ground. I couldn't even scream! This went on for an eternity and the ground got closer and closer.
Jose screamed for me, only he was having fun! Finally, the asshole pulled up hard on the stick and banked at a near ninety-degree angle, causing me to bang my head on the right side of the cockpit. He climbed a bit in a spiral and I finally told him if he didn't stop it, I was going to puke all over him. He just cackled at that, but he did "straighten out and fly right".
"You warped, twisted, sick fuck!" I yelled. This brought tears to Jose's eyes as he laughed so hard he literally cried. It was completely contagious and I started laughing too. He reached between my legs and grabbed my balls in his right hand. "Ah, I see your cojones are still there." I slapped his hand away and informed him that they were in my stomach mere moments before. This brought more laughter. What a fucking sadist!
Jose settled down to some serious flying (at last!) and I gradually became calm enough to enjoy the ride. He showed me the extent of the estate as well as other land holdings of Don Chavez. We flew down the Pacific coast for awhile and then back up on the gulf side.
Jose was really a very skilled pilot and tour guide. He took us close enough to some really beautiful sights (including a nude beach) that I was able to get some amazing photographs. Before long, the sun was directly overhead and we figured it was around noon, so Jose headed back and we landed without incident.
Jose taxied the plane to a spot near the hangar which resembled a large carport with a garage attached to it. He guided it right under the overhang, stopped and killed the engine. An ancient Mexican man in coveralls exited the garage and came over to the plane as Jose and I got out. The two Latinos exchanged a brief conversation in Spanish.
Jose then introduced the old man as Enselmo and informed me that he was the aircraft mechanic for the Chavez estate. He had been working for Don Chavez for many years, as had his wife. His daughter was an executive for one of the Don's business interests in Mexico City. Although the old gentlemen never spoke a word of English (that I heard) he beamed with pride as Jose spoke of his daughter.
We shook hands, Jose and Enselmo shared a strong hug and we walked around the hangar to the T-bird. I insisted that Jose drive us back as I wanted to take more pictures. This he graciously did and showed me more of the grounds.
When we returned to the house, Jose gave me a tour of the "casa grande". It was magnificent but not glitzy or overdone. The house had a decidedly masculine look, however there were touches that showed that a woman lived here also. I wondered if I might meet Senora Chavez at dinner that evening.
We strolled back to Ricky's house and found that he had just gotten back. The table was laden with food and we enjoyed lunch with lively conversation. I recounted Jose's flying stunts and we all had a good laugh.
After eating, Ricky suggested a dip in the pool. I wanted to take some more pics of the two of them and asked him to wear the yellow speedo I had first seen him in. He said sure and we went to change. I met them at the pool and saw that Jose put on a red-orange Speedo that looked absolutely hot on him.
I started snapping pictures immediately. I watched them as they played in the water, kissed, embraced and touched. They were a great looking couple and I looked forward to seeing the shots. The nice thing about having a digital video camera is that you can shoot movie or stills. Also, you can see what you took right away.
I took a lot of nice shots and showed them to the guys. They liked them too. I thought about some nude shots, but I had plenty of them from last night by the fireplace. We played and splashed in the water for awhile, then it was time for things to quiet down for siesta. We got towels and dried off on our way to the house.
When we got inside, Jose and Ricky steered me toward their bedroom. I was much larger than the one I slept in last night. There was a full size sofa and two wing chairs around a low coffee table on one side. The far end was dominated by a long wall completely covered in mirrors. This had the effect of making the room look twice as big as it actually was.
The bed was enormous. Larger than a king-size, it was on a high wooden frame that brought the top of the mattress to about four and a half feet from the floor. There was a long step stool on either side, which aided in getting on the bed.
Following Ricky and Jose's, lead I stripped of my swimsuit and tossed it in one of the twin sinks in the bathroom. We crawled onto the bed and intertwined our bodies. Lips met other lips, hands touched and gripped flesh and we were all erect in no time.
I started sucking the cock that was nearest my face and it happened to be Jose's. I felt a mouth on my balls and, from the corner of my eye, I could see Ricky there. Jose, in turn, had taken Ricky's cock into his own mouth. We had a suck circle, or triangle, going and we were enjoying ourselves tremendously.
Ricky opened up my legs to gain access to my asshole and began rimming me. Getting me hot and ready to be fucked. I was really working Jose's cock and I wanted inside me. I moved up and sat down on it and my saliva covered hole slid right down. Ricky moved behind me and I could feel him alternately licking Jose's balls and the base of his cock, and as much of my ass as he could.
He kissed and licked along my butt cheeks and up my back as I rode Jose's cock. His hands were all over my body and that of his lover. He leaned over my back and reached around between Jose and me to grab and jack my cock. I could feel his hard cock rubbing around my ass crack, occasionally moving between us.
I don't know what possessed me, but right at that moment, I wanted to feel both of them inside me at once. I wasn't even sure it was possible, but I wanted to try it. "Fuck me, Ricky." I panted. "No, Jose you stay in there too. I want you both."
I stopped my fucking motions on Jose's cock, which I could feel becoming less hard (we had not put on the rubber ring). Ricky lined up on my asshole and slowly began pushing his hard cock inside me, on top of Jose's. It was a stretch, but he took it slowly and, finally, he had it in as far as it would go. I was full, but not really any more so than I had been with Wade's huge cock inside of me. The difference was that there were two cocks moving inside of me against each other and with separate motions. I could feel Jose's cock getting harder again and guessed that the stimulus of Ricky's cock moving on his, inside my hole was bringing him fully back to life.
I was at their mercy. I really couldn't move, just enjoy the feeling of being fucked by two hot Latinos. The fact that they were lovers only enhanced things for me. My cock was rubbing between Jose and me and I was on the edge but trying hard to hold back my orgasm.
Jose was moaning loudly and his breath was becoming labored. I knew he was close. I felt his body jerk and he came inside me. He quit pumping with his cock and just shot. Ricky just kept right on fucking. I came next and squirted my load between Jose's belly and my own. I love cumming while I am being fucked. The orgasm is so much more intense.
Jose stayed parked and the extra lube of his cum made Ricky fuck me harder and faster. I could feel his balls slapping against Jose's and he was just going for it. He didn't last much longer and soon started little "rabbit fuck' motions as he emptied himself in my ass.
Ricky pulled out causing Jose's soft cock to slip out as well. Ricky rolled to my right and collapsed on the bed. I was stiff from not moving and my hips hurt like hell. Nevertheless, I was able to move off of Jose and followed Ricky's example.
I felt their cum beginning to leak out and got up and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Ricky was lying on his back with Jose snuggled up to him-head on his shoulder. I snuggled up to his other side and reached over to give Jose a kiss. I felt Ricky kiss the top of my head. He said, "That was wild, amigo." It sure as hell was.
Definitely fantasy, friends. This stuff doesn't happen in real life. At least not in mine. Please write to me at ben_sc@hotmail Other stories I have posted on Nifty can be found under the Authors link. Look for Lyle Benton.