Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part LVI
We hadn't even shut the door after entering the studio before Berto was in my arms. He eagerly pressed his firm lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Out tongues worked against one another as our hands touched and groped. Berto's fingers found their way inside my shirt and explored the hair on my chest. I reached down and held a firm butt cheek in each of my hands. Our heartbeats increased and our breathing became labored, we were so hot for each other.
Berto stepped back and began to unbuckle his jeans. I held his hands to stop him. "No. Let me." I whispered. I drew him to the bedside and sat him on the edge, then knelt down to untie and remove his shoes. I pulled of his socks and placed them and the shoes under the bed. They seemed very much at home there. I looked forward to many nights that Berto's shoes would be under my bed.
I looked up and Berto leaned forward into another passionate kiss as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing the smooth, tanned skin of his young torso. My hands made contact with his warm, firm flesh. I touched his flat stomach and up to his pecs. I rolled his tiny nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Berto moaned softly into my open mouth.
Berto placed his hands over mine and applied pressure. "You like to be touched there?" I asked?
"Oh, si!" Berto said, breathlessly. "No one has touched me like this before. I like it very much."
I moved my hands down his stomach, feeling his "treasure trail" and running the tips of my fingers just inside the waistband of his jeans. I leaned over and kissed Berto's smooth chest and moved my lips downward to kiss his belly. I stopped to insert the tip of my tongue into his navel.
Berto ran his hands through my hair and hugged my head into his body. I moved on, gently pulling at the trail of fine hairs that led down into his jeans with my lips. Wrapping my arms around his trim waist, I placed my mouth over the growing bulge of his crotch and exhaled my warm breath slowly through the denim.
"Ohhh!" Berto moaned. "That feels wonderful, Ben. You are making me muy excited."
I sat back on my knees, reached for Berto's belt and unbuckled it. I noticed he was wearing Levis 501's which required unbuttoning the fly. Unlike many American young men, Berto didn't wear his jeans baggy and sloppy looking. His pants fit him very well and really showed off his basket and ass to perfection. I unbuttoned the jeans and pulled Berto up to stand.
I looked up and into Berto's dark, liquid eyes. I saw longing, excitement, apprehension and love in his expression. I reached my hands to each of his hips and slowly drew down both his jeans and his "whitie tightie" briefs. I watched with rapt interest as his manhood was unveiled mere inches from my face. I licked my lips in anticipation as Berto's hard cock was freed from its confines and bobbed up and down.
I lowered his jeans to mid-thigh, then reached down and pulled each leg off Berto's feet. He was now only wearing his unbuttoned shirt and I drank in his youthful beauty with my eyes. "How did I get so lucky?" I wondered, silently.
I placed my hands on Berto's sinewy thighs and leaned forward. I pressed my lips to the pink-brown head of Berto's swollen cock. It was silky smooth and the aroma coming from his body was clean and masculine. I could feel his body heat on my face as I slowly slid my mouth over the head and down the shaft.
Berto sucked in his breath and shuddered. He held my head in his hands and said. "Oh, Ben! You are going to make me shoot!" I backed off and stood to kiss him. He hungrily pressed his tongue against mine. I slipped his shirt off his shoulders and it joined the rest of his clothes on the floor. I held his naked body against me and reveled in the sensation. I had dreamed of this so many times and at last here he was!
I felt Berto's hands move to the front of my shirt as he began to unbutton it as we continued to kiss. He slid id off of my arms and shoulders and let it fall behind me. Standing toe-to-toe, Berto's mouth was at the same height as my adam's apple. He pressed his lips against it and worked his way down to my collarbone then my chest.
He buried his face into the hair between my pecs and inhaled. "Mmm, you smell so good." Berto said. "And I like this hair here. I am sorry that I don't have any hair on me for you to play with."
I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. There was plenty of hair there. "Actually, Berto, I like the fact that you don't have a lot of hair on your body. I prefer smooth men."
Berto looked up at me. "Smooth?"
"Yes, that's what you call it when you don't have hair." I explained. "There are probably a lot of terms you don't understand yet. If I say something and you don't know, just ask me, okay?"
"Si, I will do that. What words do you mean?"
"Oh there are many: top, bottom, versatile, bear..." I began.
"Bear?" Berto interrupted.
"Yeah, a bear is a bigger, hairy man. Bigger than me, like Bob."
Berto nodded his understanding. "And me? What am I called?"
I laughed aloud. He was such an innocent. Oh, how I loved him. "You," I said then kissed him and smiled. "You are a what is known as a twink' or what was once called chicken'."
Berto got this comical look on his face. "Chicken? Pollo?" He asked, then burst into laughter. "I think that is funny." He threw back his head and crowed like a rooster. We both laughed until we had tears in our eyes.
After he recovered, Berto asked, "What is twink? I do not know this word."
"A twink is a young, thin, cute guy; like you." I told him.
"You think I am cute, Ben?"
I nodded enthusiastically. "I think you are beautiful, Berto."
Berto blushed, but I could tell he was pleased with my appraisal. "I think you are very handsome, too." He said.
"Thank you." I smiled at him. "I am glad that you find me attractive."
Berto smiled back at me, then continued undressing me. I had been wearing docksiders so I kicked them off while he unbuckled my belt. Then he unhooked the waistband of my khakis and reached for the zipper tab. He looked up at me for reassurance and I smiled at him and kissed him on his forehead. That seemed to be the encouragement he needed because he slowly unzipped me and opened the top of my pants.
I was wearing bright yellow briefs and my hard cock was tenting them and pulling them open at the waist. My trimmed pubic hair and the base of my cock were visible in the opening between the waistband and my belly. Berto let my pants fall to the floor and I stepped out of them. "You look very good in these." Berto said, indicating my briefs. "Amarillo is my favorite color."
"Really? It's mine too!" I replied.
"Where do you buy these? I would like to get some for me to wear."
"I order them online, on the computer, and then they are mailed to me. We can get some for you."
Berto smiled again, then put his slender fingers at the waist of my briefs and slid them down my legs. My cock stood strait out from my body. Berto squatted down, the way he did in the rose garden and reached his left hand to grasp the shaft.
"It is so warm and hard." He observed. He leaned in for a closer look. He studied the detailed for a moment then placed his lips around the head and probed it with his tongue. He took a breath and slid a couple of inches of the shaft inside of his mouth, then slid back to the head.
"It is so big, Ben." He said. "All of it will not fit in my mouth."
"That's okay, Berto. You will learn how to do that in time. Just do as much as you are comfortable with. Here, let's lay down on the bed." I suggested.
I lay on my back and Berto bent over me and, again, took my cock in his mouth. I applied pressure to his hip and moved him around so that we were in a sixty-nine position. I slipped my mouth over his cock and we soon had a rhythm going.
I could tell when Berto was getting close to cumming because he would stop moving his mouth on me and his body would tense up. Not wanting this to end too quickly, I would stop sucking his cock and suck his fuzzy balls into my mouth. They were a perfect mouthful, and sucking them caused Berto to moan deeply.
Berto was becoming more adventurous. He licked and then sucked my balls, one at a time into his warm mouth. His fingers grasped my slick shaft and jacked it at the same time. Berto, like most men, was a natural-born cocksucker. He seemed to know just what to do to bring me pleasure.
I put my hands on his firm, hairless butt cheeks and pulled my face up higher to reach the area behind Berto's balls. I licked, sucked and nibbled while Berto's body writhed above me.
"Oh, me Dios! Ben, that feels so good!" He hissed, taking his mouth off of me, lost in the sensation. He backed into my face and bent his knees slightly to give me better access. This put his ass in range and I wasted no time in claiming it. I parted his perfect cheeks and kissed his sweet, brown pucker.
Berto sat straight up and inhaled quickly. I held his hips and licked his crack and his asshole liked a wild dog. Berto had the most perfect ass and it was clean and hot and oh so edible. Berto had abandoned his oral ministrations on me and was kneading my belly with his hands while he worked his hot little bubble butt against my face. He was really enjoying what I was doing to him, and my cock was so hard it actually hurt.
I reached down with one hand and started jacking myself. I was so hot to get off. Berto must have finally opened his eyes and had seen what I was doing. He leaned back over me, removed my hand and replaced it with his mouth. He was sucking me with a fervor. This position of his body made it difficult for me to continue eating his ass, so I slipped his cock into my mouth again and worked it furiously.
Both of our heads were bobbing like pistons and it wasn't long before Berto's body went completely rigid. I could feel his mouth clamp harder onto my cock, and he shot his load into my mouth. His cock spasmed several times and tremors shook his firm, young body.
I kept his cock in my mouth and moved my tongue over the head, slowly. Berto was panting, heavily and when his cock head became too sensitive, he reached between his legs to pull his softening cock from my mouth. "Ben, Ben! You have to stop that. I cannot stand for you to do that anymore." He exclaimed.
I chuckled and kissed the inside of his thigh, then rolled him over onto his side. I turned around and took him into my arms. His tanned skin was moist with perspiration and his heart was racing. I kissed him deeply and he reached his tongue into my mouth.
He opened his eyes widely and asked, "Is that what came from me? Is that my...my..."
"Cum." I said, rather bluntly. "Spooge, sperm, jism. Yes that's what you are tasting. What do you think?"
Berto smacked his lips, looked rather thoughtful then kissed me again for another sample. "I do not know. There is not much for me to taste. Did you swallow it?"
I nodded. "MMM hmm."
Berto thought for a moment then said. "Then I will taste yours." He rolled me on my back and sucked my swollen cock into his mouth and pumped it quickly. I don't know if he noticed it or not, but he was now taking the entire shaft into his moth with each stroke. The head of my cock hit the back of his throat every time and the sensation was incredible.
It was just a matter or of a few minutes until I told him, "Berto, I'm getting close. Are you sure you want to do this?"
He came off my cock just long enough to say, "Si, Ben. I want this very much."
He continued and within a few strokes I experienced an extraordinary orgasm and began shooting cum into Berto's mouth. When he felt it, he stopped his movement and just held the head between his lips. When I finally stopped spurting. Berto sat up and held my semen in his mouth. I then saw his adam's apple bob and I knew he had swallowed my load.
He looked at me and smiled - content with his accomplishment. "Well, what do you think?" I asked.
"It did not have a lot of flavor." He replied. "A little bit like melted butter and a little bit salty."
I pulled him back down on the bed and he melted into my arms. We kissed sweetly and held each other tenderly as we drifted off to sleep with the afternoon sun pouring into the big windows.
I'll bet you're all surprised at another chapter so soon. If so, I hope it is a pleasant surprise. I guess I have just discovered a new need to get on with the story. If you haven't already done so, take a look at my other stories on Nifty. Just click on the "Authors" link and scroll down to find "Lyle Benton".
Thanks,
Ben