Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XXXX
I told Manuella I was going to find Bob. As I walked through the garden on my way to the beach, I noticed that the roses were looking a little neglected. This wasn't terribly surprising considering I had been away for a couple of days. I decided to spend some time with them later in the day. It wouldn't do at all for Berto to come home and find them looking shabby. He wouldn't trust me with them anymore. On the other hand, he might decide to stay home and take care of them himself. I could live with that.
As I came to the break in the wall, I saw Bob at the end of the point, knee-deep in the surf, fishing rod in hand and naked as the day he was born. I wandered down, shucked off, my shoes and waded out to stand beside him. He sensed my approached and turned to me with a surprised look on his face.
"Hey! I wasn't expecting you guys back until later tonight or tomorrow. Where's Jake?"
"Yeah we came back early. Jake is at the house. He's pissed at me."
"Why? What did you do to him?"
My mouth dropped open in frustration. "What the hell is it with you and Manuella? Why do you both assume that if Jake is mad at me, that it just naturally follows that it was something I did? It is possible for him to have done something wrong, you know?"
Bob whistled low. "Boy, somebody is awfully defensive. You must have fucked up big time." He teased.
"Shut up, asshole." I explained what had gone on between Jake and Ricky in Mazatlan, and how I had spoken to both of them about it.
Bob cast his bait again. "It that gonna put a damper on the party next week? Should we have it after Jake leaves for Jax?"
"No, I don't think so. Besides, I want to get this place opened up for business just as soon as I get back from Chicago and you're back from Mexico City. What are you fishing for?"
Bob shook his head. "Nothing seriously, mostly just getting the bait wet. Doesn't seem to be any fish around."
"Maybe you should put some clothes on. You scared them all away." I laughed and pinched his bare ass.
Bob laughed good-naturedly and I walked back to the house. After turning on the sprinklers, I got my shears and baskets, stooped down and started pruning and weeding the roses. I took my time enjoying the solitude. Bob strolled through with his fishing rod. I noticed that he had slipped on a pair of shorts. The shadows in the garden were lengthening and the sky was beginning to turn a beautiful pink-gold color.
Manuella waddled out to inspect my work, hands on hips. I had just finished and handed her the basket of cut roses. She carried it inside after telling me that supper would be ready by the time I got cleaned up. I hadn't eaten since we had brunch in Mazatlan and I was ravenous. I dumped the clipping and weeds in the compost heap, turned of the sprinklers, then walked into the kitchen to wash my hands.
Jake was there, helping Manuella with the finishing touches for the meal. They were chatting amicably in Spanish as they worked. I asked if there was anything I could do to help. My voice stopped their conversation. Jake gave me a look that fairly dripped with acid and silentlycarried two large platters of food out to the sunroom. Manuella looked at me with pity in her eyes. "Si, Senor Ben. Please carry the big salad bowl for me." She came over and hugged me. "It will be better tomorrow." She stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek. I thought to myself, "Yeah, but who's gonna sleep where tonight?"
Dinner was great, despite the fact that no words were exchanged between Jake and me. He was really being childish, but the rest of us just carried on. The food, as always, was excellent. I over-ate and felt no guilt for it. Manuella brought coffee, and though the weather was mild, we lit the fireplace. The adobe mason had done a wonderful job, and it looked as if it had always been open on both sides of the wall.
Manuella cleared away the dishes and Jake excused himself as being tired from the trip. I watched him walk toward my room and wondered, again, where I would be sleeping tonight. I looked at Bob and he simply raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.
We talked a long while about what we had left to do before we opened. He told me all the furniture for the rooms would be here in the next day or two. That would work out well for all of our guests the next week. I made plans to take Manuella to San Augustin to get the linens and accessories.
We compared schedules for my trip to Chicago and Bobs' trip to Mexico City. They would all be leaving right after the party and returning the night after I got back, so it looked like I had the place all to myself for one night.
We talked about Bob's treatment and how long he thought he might be "out of commission" before our grand opening. He didn't think it would be a problem so we kept things going as they had previously been planned. Randy and Wade would be coming the day after Bob got back, and the grand opening would occur the week after that. I was getting anxious and excited.
I was also getting tired. I told Bob I was going to bed and headed in the direction of my bedroom. The light was out and I made my way over to the bed. "Do you want me to sleep here, or find someplace else to go?" I asked. His silence made up my mind. I headed upstairs to Berto's room.
I was muttering to myself all the way up the stairs. Jake was being such a jerk! I threw off my clothes and crawled between the sheets. The pillow case smelled fresh and clean, but there was another, indefinable essence there as well. After a minute, I realized it was Berto's scent I was experiencing. The effect of it was that I immediately grew an erection. I felt guilty about being in his bed naked, and with a hard on. I reached down to the floor, grabbed my shorts and put them on.
"What a strange reaction." I thought. "I mean, it isn't like I'm naked in bed WITH Berto. So what was the big deal?" Never the less, I kept the shorts on. The fresh air coming through the open door to the balcony and the sounds of cicadas soon lulled me to sleep.
I woke up to somebody shaking me and quietly whispering my name. I sat up wide-awake. "What is it?"
"Ben, it's me. Jake."
"Oh, what's wrong? What's the matter? I thought you were still pissed at me."
"Well, I am, sort of, but I have been acting like an idiot toward you. I know you were only concerned for your friends. I don't agree with everything you said, but I feel guilty sleeping in your bed and you sleeping somewhere else. Can we call a truce?"
"Okay, sure. But can we talk about it in the morning, Jake. I'm beat."
"Yeah, but come to bed, okay? Unless you want me to crawl in there with you."
I sleepily lifted the covers to admit him. He snuggled his back up against me and I wrapped my arm around his naked body. I felt his hand exploring between us. He found the button of my shorts and slowly unzipped me. Reaching his hand inside, he pulled out my cock.
Alarm bells sounded in my brain. "My God, Jake, not here! Not in Berto's bed. Not with his mother in the next room! She'd castrate both of us." I whispered. I threw off the covers, pushed Jake out of the bed, and grabbed my clothes off the floor. "C'mon." I said and headed out the door and down the stairs to my room.
I dove into the bed. It was still warm where Jake's body had been minutes before. Jake followed behind me and pressed the front of his body against the back of mine. He kissed my shoulder while reaching his hand around to grab my cock. I could feel his own cock hardening against my ass.
"Jake I don't think I'm up to getting fucked tonight. I am so tired."
"Okay, just relax, then." He spoke softly into my ear. His hand continued to stroke my cock and balls while his tongue softly licked my ear. Oh, he didn't play fair! He was slowly kindling my fire and he knew it. "Damn it, Jake. I told you I was too tired to fuck."
"Okay." He said, but he never stopped jacking me. "But, you can never be too tired for an good, old fashioned hand job." I could feel him reach for his cock between us as he continued masturbating me with the other. He had them both going in perfect sync and was using his mouth on my ear, neck and shoulder.
"C'mon baby, give it up." He hissed into my ear. "Let me have that load." He jacked both of us fast and strong. I felt my orgasm building and my body tensed tightly. I shot cum all over the sheet in front of me and then felt the wet warmth of Jake's cum hit my ass and lower back.
My body finally quit spasming and I was bone weary. I didn't even care that I was lying in a pool of cum. I immediately fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until the light of dawn roused me. I groggily lifted my head and looked toward to open window. There was a smell of rain and the sky was over cast.
There was a sharp knock at the door and then Manuella burst into the room. "Buenos dias, Senor Ben. I have come to close the windows before it starts to rain. Will you and Jacob be having breakfast? Senor Bob told me you need me to go with you to San Augustin to buy bedding and towels for the new rooms. Do you think we will be able to see Berto while we are there?"
She prattled on and on while she walked from one window to the next closing them, never giving me a chance to answer her. She walked into the bathroom still jabbering. "It is good that you decided to take a woman with..." her voiced trailed off and then came back again..."men do not know what is right for a casa such as this one." She reappeared and walked over to the bed. She looked down at the sleeping Jake and reached to brush the hair from his forehead.
"You see, Senor Ben, I told you it would be better this morning." She lifted the cover and peered underneath. Sniffing, she said, "It seems that you and Jacob made up last night."
My jaw dropped open and I slapped the covers back down over mine and Jake's naked bodies.
"Maneulla!" I was mortified.
She only chuckled and shook her finger at me. "Manuella knows." She said smugly before waddling back out the door. I heard her voice fade as she made her way down the hall, this time jabbering in Spanish. I just sat there and shook my head. "How did I ever come to live in a "casa loco" like this?" I asked myself.
"What's the matter?" muttered Jake. "What did Manuella want?
"Oh, she just came in to admire your handiwork." I said sarcastically.
Jake opened one eye as he lifted his head. "Huh? What the fuck are you talking about?" "Never mind, Mr. Sailorman. I'm going to get a shower. That is if I can get you and the sheets unstuck from me. It's probably going to sound like Velcro."
"Yuck, that's nasty! You submariners are gross as hell. Get out of my bed! Jake pushed me onto the floor.
I landed on my ass, laughing. "We can't help it, Flyboy. All that time underwater warps your sense of humor." I grabbed the covers and pulled them off the bed, exposing Jake to the cool morning air. He shrieked and jumped on top of me. We wrestled ourselves into a tangle of arms and legs and bed linens. Jake was younger and stronger and more determined than me, so I was soon pinned.
"Surrender, bubblehead." He commanded. Red-faced, I shook my head in refusal. Jake leaned down and blew fart noises on my stomach. I kicked and squirmed and wiggled and screamed, but he was relentless. Manuella came in again and stumped over to the other side of the bed. I could just see her head as she peered over the bed at us.
"Jacob! Get up off of Senor Ben before you hurt him! You to act like spoiled ninos. Did your mamas not teach you better that to carry on this way? Get up from there and give me those sheets!
We did as we were told. We stood up and Jake handed her the sheets across the bed, then retreated behind me. The chicken-shit! I had to try and cover myself with my hands. Manuella glared at us then looked us up and down before turning around and disappearing through the doorway carrying the bedclothes.
"Now see what you did?" Jake said.
"Me? You started it, asshole!"
Manuella called down the hall. "Do not make me come back in there. You two take a shower and come to breakfast." We ran to the bathroom. I stood and peed forever as Jake turned on the water. When I finished he did his business then joined me in the shower. We didn't dare fool around for fear Manuella would come back in. We just got cleaned, dried and dressed.
We made our way into the sunroom and sat down quietly. Bob was there and looking at us with an amused expression. "Manuella told me you two are getting into trouble this morning. She said she might have to take you over her knee."
"I don't think she has knees." I muttered. Bob and Jake guffawed. Manuella came in with coffee and cups. "What is so funny?" Neither of the other two could talk, so I just said I told a joke. "Tell me this joke, Senor Ben." That just started the other guys off again.
"Uh, I don't think so Manuella. It's not a joke a lady should hear."
She looked at the three of us, hands on hips, shaking her head. "It is a good thing that you are taking me to San Augustin. You locos need to be separated today. She sat down and we ate. The sky took this opportunity to empty itself.
Rain fell heavily, and the wind sent sheets of it against the windows and glass doors of the sunroom. Despite the fact that it was closed up tighter than a drum, the air was still cool. The four large ceiling fans we had installed rally did the trick. I got up and inspected all around for leaks. I was pleased to note that there were none at all.
By the time we had finished eating and everything was cleaned and put away, the rain had slowed to a mist and the sky above the gulf was beginning to clear. We put a heavy tarp and some bungee cords in the truck, just in case. Manuella heave her bulk into the passenger side as I slid behind the wheel. I started the truck and we were off.
Hey, two chapters in one week. Not bad. Truth is, the story line is flowing very well and I want to get it down before that ends. Please write to me at ben_sc@hotmail.com. If you haven't read any of my other stories, check them out under the "Authors" link. Look for "Lyle Benton".