Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XXXIX
His mouth was fresh and tasted of citrus, as if he had just finished eating an orange or something. I put my arms around him and held him in a tender embrace. He moved his tongue in response to mine and reached to hold me as well. I broke the kiss and looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his lips still pursed from our kiss. He was a very handsome young man with high, wide cheekbones and a cleft in his chin. The narrow mustache helped a bit to keep him from looking like an adolescent.
He opened his gold-brown eyes and smiled. Another quick peck and I reached for the top button of his band tunic. He looked down as I slowly opened it and pushed it off his shoulders. He was wearing a white "wife beater" underneath and his brown shoulders were soft and smooth. I stood and carefully draped the tunic on the back of a chair. Returning to the bed, I took both of his hands in mine and pulled him into a standing position in front of me.
He rather melted into my arms and against my body as we engaged in another long sensuous kiss. He was quite a bit taller that the average Mexican and his body was fuller, though he carried no excess fat anywhere. I reached to my throat and began loosening the knot in my tie. He felt my movements and held my hands still.
He looked me straight in the eye while he took over loosening the tie with slightly trembling fingers. After sliding the tie off my shirt, he began unbuttoning my shirt. I unbuttoned the cuffs as he worked his way down the front. He pulled the shirttail from my pants and placed the shirt and tie on a small table by the window.
I kicked off my boots and he took off his shiny band oxfords. We both slipped off our socks, then I sat on the bed pulling him down with me. I slipped his undershirt over his head and tossed it onto the chair.
"The most important thing," I told him, "Is that you take your time. Never rush. Take the time to explore, to experience, to enjoy the sensations." I moved up on the bed and lay on my left side, facing him. Gesturing with my opens arms, I beckoned him to join me and he did. Bare chest to bare chest me kissed and touched.
Following my lead, our mouths found ears, necks, shoulders, and eyelids. He was so sweet and so trusting. I could feel him hardening against me as we continued our lovemaking. I had a similar reaction. I leaned down and kissed my way across his smooth chest. Finding his nipple with my lips, I sucked slowly at it. I ran the tip of my tongue around it until it stood up firmly, then flicked back and forth. I used my teeth to gently nibble it and it became quite hard. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pressed my mouth onto him. At the same time he flexed his pectoral muscled and drew in a deep breath.
Letting it out with a low moan, he pulled me up into another long tender kiss. He rolled me over onto my back and began kissing down my neck to the depression at the juncture of my collarbone. He rose from the bed and straddled my hips with his knees. He reached up and put his fingers in my hair as he kissed my face, then my lips.
He pressed his hard cock against my own, through our pants. I ran my hands up and down his strong back. Taking my nipples between his thumbs and fingertips, he tweaked them while moving down my body, kissing his way down my chest. He used his lips to gently tug at the hairs, being careful not to cause pain. His mouth found its way to my navel and he playfully tongued it before moving his face directly in front of my crotch.
He touched my hard cock through my pants, then grasped it firmly. He looked up at my face with a questioning expression. I just smiled and this seemed to encourage him. He continued groping me, using both hands to fondle my hard cock and balls. He reached his hand to my belt buckle, but seemed to hesitate just a bit.
I figured it was time to play leader again, so I asked him to let me up. I sat up and laid him down on his back. I unbuttoned all of the buttons of his uniform trousers, then, grasping the cuffs and pulled them down his legs. I folded them and placed them with the tunic. He was wearing black boxer-briefs, which were tented by his hard cock. I could see it throbbing with his heartbeat. I unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. I placed them with my shirt and returned to the young Latino lying on the bed looking at me expectantly with his cat-like golden eyes.
I knelt on the bed and ran my hands up his strong, hairy legs until my fingers reached the hem of his underwear. With my right hand I grasped his hard cock while my left cupped his balls, through the material. I could feel the heat radiating and the thump of his fast-beating heart. He moaned and o moved my fingers to the elastic waistband.
I lowered the top of his boxer-briefs and saw the tip of his uncut cock. Lowering further unveiled what had to be the thickest pubic bush I had ever seen. It surrounded the base of his cock and all but obliterated his scrotum from sight. I pulled his underwear completely down and off. His brown cock stood up proudly and straight from its dark nest. About five and a half inches long and slightly less than average in girth, it might not have been the biggest cock I ever saw, but it was pretty, nonetheless.
I lowered my mouth onto the head, which brought more moans. I sucked and swirled my tongue all around, and placed the tip in his slit. His legs started moving involuntarily and he reached down and held my head with both hands. I slowly sucked in his entire cock and, sticking out my tongue, was able to lick part of his hairy sac. I traveled up and down like this for several minutes and he suddenly sat up, drawing his breath sharply.
I removed my mouth and looked down. His balls were pulled up tight against the base of his cock. He was so close to shooting, a mere breath against his wet cock would have sent him over the edge. "Madre de Dios." He whispered, then collapsed back onto the bed. I licked his balls for a bit to let him calm down a bit, although really hairy nut sacks are not my favorite.
I crawled back up and lay beside him again, my hands caressing his young body. He looked at me and smiled. "That was wonderful. May I do it to you?" he asked.
"Of course. We can do whatever you would like."
He sat up and scooted down the bed. With slightly trembling hands he tried to imitate what I had done by fondling me through my briefs before removing them. He held my cock and studied it for some time touching it here and there, exploring. Finally he bent forward and touched the tip of his tongue to the smooth head. He licked it slowly and tentatively, then placed his lips around the head.
His movements were awkward at first, but, like most guys, he seemed to have an instinct about how to give head. He would still need some practice, but the longer he ran my cock in and out of his mouth, the more confident he became. He didn't look up to my face at all. He just concentrated on what he was doing. Except for the presence of my cock, I might as well have not even been there.
It's a good thing that it takes me a long time to cum, because he sucked and slurped and tongued me for a long time. Saliva ran down my shaft and onto my balls. He was having a great time, so I just let him have at it. When, finally, his jaws became tired, he sat up and looked to me for approval.
I grinned at him and pulled him to me. After wiping his chin I kissed him again and asked hi if he was ready for something else. "Oh, si. Anything you want!" He was so excited. I rolled him onto his back and moved down between his legs. Bending each of his knees, I spread his legs widely apart. I bent down and, again, sucked his cock into my mouth, then I moved down.
I sucked in both his balls and was able to get his cock into my mouth at the same time. By his incoherent words, I assumed he liked this very much. I sucked him that way for awhile, then pulled him legs up further to give me access to his ass. It, like everything else from his waist down, was quite hairy.
I licked the crack a couple of times and checked to make sure everything was nice and clean down there. It was so I parted the hairs with my tongue and found his tight little hole. As soon as my tongue made contact with his sphincter, he let out a gasp and grabbed his legs so he could hold them. This left my hands free to part his butt cheeks so I could really get my mouth on him. He moaned and writhed on the bed. It was wonderful to get this kind of reaction from him. I really like getting my ass rimmed and I was glad he did too.
I tongued and sucked his sweet asshole and when it was wet with my saliva I rubbed it with my fingertip. Slowly and gently I inserted my finger to the first knuckle. This caused him to stop moving and suck his breath in sharply. I stopped pushing my finger. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"Si, uno momento." He replied and then the tension left his body. I slid the finger into him slowly, stopping when he tensed, then continuing when he was ready. If he wanted to be fucked, I was going to have to be extra slow and patient. His asshole was extremely tight. I suspected it was because he wouldn't relax it fully.
I worked the finger around awhile then, using as much tenderness as I could, inserted a second. I could tell he was experiencing discomfort, but he was a real trooper and seemed to want to go where I was leading. I asked him several times if he was sure he wanted to be fucked and he always answered in the affirmative.
I got up to find an adequate lubricant and discovered some lotion in the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, I put a generous amount in and around his hole. It must have been a bit cold because he shuddered slightly and goose bumps appeared on his legs.
"Okay, are you ready? I'll go slowly and you tell me when to stop or slowdown." He nodded and I aligned my cock head with his asshole. I applied more lotion to my cock and placed the head of my cock into his pucker. I placed my hands on either side of his hips, and his ankles were on my shoulders. Slowly I pushed the head inside. He cried out and grabbed my arms tightly with his hands.
I stopped. "Do you want me to stop? Should I take it out?" His face was red and his eyes were shut tightly. He vigorously shook his head back and forth to indicate that he wanted me to continue. God his ass was tight! I pushed in a little further. He no longer cried out, but as I looked at his face, tears were coming out of the corners of his clenched eyelids and flowing down to his ears.
I couldn't do this. I had to stop, He was so brave and I knew he wanted to please me, but I was getting no pleasure from hurting him. I slowly withdrew my cock and used my finger tip to massage his hole for a bit.
"I am sorry, Senor. I really wanted to do this with you." He sniffed.
"No, no, it's okay. It's alright." I lay beside him and held him tenderly in my arms, kissing to top of his head and caressing his back. He hugged himself to me and wept bitter tears. I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or disappointed. I held him until he was over it.
When he quieted, I lifted his face to kiss his mouth and his tear streaked cheeks. His tongue found its way inside my mouth and he kissed me passionately. He rolled me onto my back and crawled on top of me, our mouths still locked. He reached between us and lined up his hard cock on top of mine, then pressed his body into mine. He began rubbing his crotch against mine causing our cocks to grind together.
I wondered where this kid had learned about frottage, or if it was just something that felt good to him. I pressed back against him as best I could. He held me tightly in his arms while he pushed his face into my shoulders and neck. He was just going for it, so I let him have at it. I ran my hands over his back and his ass- touching, squeezing, urging him on. He tensed suddenly and I could feel him shooting spooge between our sweaty bodies.
He collapsed on top of me breathing heavily. After a bit, He raised his head, gave me a very sweet kiss and smiled broadly at me. "Gracias, Senor. That was wonderful." He laid his head on my shoulder and rested there until his breathing returned to normal. We moved around until we were lying on our left sides. My chest and cock were against his back and butt crack. He quieted and soon I heard soft snoring.
Carefully I left the bed and cleaned myself up in the bathroom. He was still asleep as I dressed, left his room and returned to the suite I was sharing with Rick, Jose and Jake. Nobody was in the main/sitting room or my bedroom. Ricky and Jose's bedroom door was shut, but there was no light coming from there. I decided to go back downstairs to the party, as it was early and I wanted to see if I could find Berto anywhere.
As I came out to the beach, I saw Carla talking with Jose. He looked less than happy. I didn't interrupt them, but when Carla walked my way I asked her if there was a problem.
"He cannot find Enrique. Have you seen him?"
"No, I was just up at our suite and unless he has already gone to bed, he wasn't there either. Have you seen Berto?"
Carla craned her neck and stood on tiptoe. "There he is." She pointed across the dance floor and I looked in that direction. I saw somebody dressed as a bandito dancing with one of the young women I had seen with Carla earlier. As they turned, I saw the face of Berto, under the big hat and wearing a Zappata mustache. He looked absolutely comical and I laughed to look at him.
After the music stopped, I made my way over to him. He was flushed and sweating from the lively dance. I said his name and he turned to me in surprise. "Senor Ben!" he shouted as his face lit up. He captured me in a strong hug, which I was certain he learned from him mother. As I hugged him back, I could tell that he was filling out a bit.
"Hello Berto. Have you been working out?"
"Oh, si." He smiled at my compliment. "Raul and I go to the weight room at school almost every evening. Do you think Senor Roberto would allow me to have some exercise equipment at home?"
"As half-owner, I am certain it would be alright. Uh...who is Raul?"
"Raul is my roommate at school-mi `mano. We are very good friends. He is the one I have invited to your party. It is okay for me to do this?" He asked with his forehead wrinkled.
"Of course, Berto. But we are likely to have a housefull, he might have to sleep in your room. Would that be a problem for you?" I felt it necessary to ask him this as I remembered how upset he was when he told me about Mack fondling him when he was younger.
"No, Senor Ben. No problem. Raul and I are sleeping together in Carla's suite while we are here. He can share my bed at home with me."
Now why did I suddenly dislike this "Raul" person? I was certain that Berto meant that they were sleeping in the same bed. I saw nothing in the manner in which he spoke to indicate that he meant that they were having sex. What the hell was the matter with me? Even if they were intimate, it was none of my business. Berto was beyond the age of consent and I assumed Raul was as well, since he attended the university.
"Oh, okay." I managed. "Where is Raul, Berto? I'd like to meet him." I said. What I didn't say as that I would like to castrate him as well.
"He told me that he was going to meet somebody and that he would see me at the room later. Are you hungry, Senor Ben? All that dancing has given me an appetite."
I realized that I was hungry from the activity that I had just had with...what did he say his name was? He didn't, and hadn't told him my name either. Wow, I hadn't had completely anonymous sex in a long time.
"Yes, I am. Lead me to the food."
Berto and I sat and ate our food, and had a time catching up. He told me about his classes and the friends he had made. He spoke a lot about Carla and Raul. I came to understand that these were the two people he spent most of him time with. He was excited about his life at school, but asked about Manuella and his roses. I could tell he was a little bit homesick and assured him it was a matter of few days until he could see for himself. Jose walked up and he still looked upset. I excused myself to Berto and asked Jose what was wrong.
"It is Enrique. He has disappeared. I cannot find him anywhere."
"Maybe he went back up to the suite." I suggested. "Or is doing something with his father."
"Perhaps you are right. Would you mind helping find him?" I walked off with Jose in search of Ricky.
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