Berto's Roses

By Lyle Benton

Published on Apr 22, 2002

Gay

Berto's Roses

By Ben

Part XXXVI

As I stirred early the next morning, I found that Ricky still had his ass and back snuggled up next to me. U held him close and pressed my morning wood against his butt crack. I looked over his shoulder and the fire in the fireplace had diminished to a soft warm glow. I could hear birds calling in the pre-dawn air. This was a wonderful way to wake up. I would have reveled here forever, but I had to pee!

Being as quiet as possible, I slipped from under the quilt and tiptoed through the bedroom where Jose and Jake were sleeping. After emptying my bladder, I decided to take a shower. I walked into a shower that you could have parked an 18-wheel truck in. Does anyone really need six showerheads and a jacuzzi in their personal shower?

I took a long hot shower and got a giant fluffy towel from the warmer. Wrapped up and warm, I stepped into the bedroom. The sun had begun to lighten the sky and I could tell that Jose was snuggled up behind Jake in the bed and that they were both uncovered. A closer inspection showed me that Jose's thick cock was firmly implanted in Jake's asshole.

Apparently they had awakened at some time during the night and decided to play some more, then fallen asleep that way. It was a hot sight to behold and I really wanted a picture of the two of them like this in the golden morning light. I quietly made my way to the bedroom I had stayed in before and got my camera. I was walking back when I heard Ricky stirring.

"Where are you going, Ben?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"C'mon. Let me show you something." I motioned for him to follow me into his bedroom.

Ricky rose and wrapped the quilt around himself. He walked sleepily to me scratching his balls. He was even cute first thing in the morning, sleepy-eyed and hair disheveled. "Que esta?" He asked

I opened the door and we walked in. It was even a bit brighter now but Jose and Jake hadn't moved. I started shooting pictures from various angles and distances. Jose's smooth cat-like body next to the muscular one of Jake made for a great subject.

Ricky must have thought so too. He had dropped the quilt and was fingering the shiny metal ring which pierced his cock head. His cock was completely hard and standing out at a forty-five angle from his tight, defined body. I looked through the lens again and noticed that Jose had begun slowly thrusting his cock in and out of Jake's ass. I switched from still shots to movie mode to catch the action.

Jake woke up enough to reach behind him and felt where Jose was pushing into him. He then reached further back and pulled Jose's hip to bring him inside fully. Jose put his arms around Jake's shoulders and they were into full-fledged fucking. I was watching all of this intently through camera so it was a surprise for me when I felt Ricky's hand on my hip, soon followed by his warm wet mouth engulfing my hardening cock.

Instinctively I panned down and got a beautiful shot of Ricky, on his knees and sucking me urgently. He rolled his dark eyes up and looked directly into the camera lens. Backing off he performed some excellent tongue work to the head. I realized that he was now performing for the camera.

By now, Jake was moaning with every inward thrust of Jose's hips. He had raised his legs toward his chest, allowing for maximum penetration. This was going to be one hell of a hot film. Jose had his mouth at Jake's ear saying word's I didn't understand, but I'm sure Jake did. Ricky was plunging his mouth hard up and down on my cock and I was soooo close to cumming.

Ricky was stroking his own cock and Jose was performing a "reach around" on Jake. I damn near dropped the camera as I began my orgasm. Ricky never slowed down and I just kept shooting, both with the camera and my cock. Jose groaned and pushed his cock fully inside Jake. His body shook in spasms as he unloaded his spooge deep in Jake's bowels.

Jake and Ricky came, simultaneously, seconds later. I caught as much as I could on camera, but finally had to put it down and it on the bed. It wasn't until then that Jose and Jake became aware of my presence and that Of Ricky.

"What are you guys doing? Did you enjoy the show?" Laughed Jake.

"Oh yeah, and you will too once you see the playback." I told him.

"What? You were filming us the whole time?" Jose croaked?

"Yeah and it was really hot. I got Ricky sucking me and everybody cumming, too."

"Oh man I can't believe you guys." Said Jose, but I could tell he was not upset. I knew he would like to see himself in action. He finally withdrew his cock and Jake rolled over to face him. The embraced and kissed sweetly on the mouth. Not to be outdone, Ricky reached up and held my face. I leaned down and kissed his mouth, tasting my own cum and my tongue battled with his.

Breaking the kiss, Ricky said, "Come you sex fiends. Let us clean up and get ready for our trip to Mazatlan." I grabbed my towel from where it had fallen from the floor, put my camera on the table by the bed and followed the three naked men into the big shower.

We washed each other and kissed and caressed. I had never had an intimate shower with more than one other guy before. Four men, four completely different bodies, soapy and slick under the hot water pouring from the shower heads in two different directions. I thought to myself that maybe there WAS a need for a shower like this after all. I decided that the big shower at Casa de la Rosa should be set up like this, sans the jacuzzi in the corner of course.

We turned off all the water, dried each other with the warm towels, and went to get dressed. Ricky suggested that we dress comfortably for the flight. We would be taking the smaller four-seater as Don Chavez had the Lear jet and would be using it to bring him to the festival from Mexico City.

Jake and put on jeans, polo shirts and Nikes. Jake asked me about our costumes and I assured him that they would be waiting for us at our destination. We walked out of our room and Jose was waiting for us in his ever- present tight leather pants. He had put on an ornately embroidered white cotton "tourist" shirt and looked good enough to eat. He took us by the hand and led us to the outdoor table where Ricky was waiting for us.

The table was laid out with fresh fruits, tortillas, condiments and coffee. I ate a light breakfast because I knew Jose would be flying us in that tiny little plane and I didn't want to get sick. God only knew how he would show off for Jake, a fellow pilot, so I wasn't taking any chances.

Finishing breakfast we walked to the huge garage and Ricky took the wheel of the Lexus SUV. Jose sat in the back seat with me and Jake road shotgun so he could see some of the estate on the way to the airstrip. Jake and Jose pushed the small plane out of the hangar while Ricky and I walked to the fuel pump.

The two pilots performed safety checks while Ricky made a few phone calls. Soon we were all ready and Jose asked Jake to sit up front with him. I sat directly behind Jake and Ricky sat behind Jose. Jake was given the honor to take off and he brought us off the ground smoothly.

Jose had told Jake about caring the shit out me last time I flew with him. Jake got a shit-eating grin on his face so I immediately informed him that I would puke all over him should he decide to play games with me too. Jake must have taken me seriously, because he behaved himself and headed the plane toward Mazatlan. I wasn't at all sure just exactly which direction or how far we were going, but it was a nice flight filled with pleasant conversation. Jake and Jose took turns piloting the craft and Jose made the landing at the airport. We turned the plane over to the ground crew and got into the resort limousine. We wound our way through narrow streets, up and down scenic hills and then turned into a beautifully decorated hotel.

Palms and orange trees abounded throughout the grounds. Bright tropical flowers were growing everywhere. The limousine stopped in front, under the pristine white awning. The doors were opened on both sides of the car by handsome, young Latin men in bright, puffy sleeved shirts.

"Buenos dias, Senor Chavez. Your Father has already arrived and is waiting to see you all in his suite. Your suite is ready for you as well." Said one of the young men.

"Gracias, Esteban." Ricky gave him a quick hug. "How is your mother? Will she be here for the fiesta?"

"She is well, Senor. Si, she will be here and very happy to see you. "

"And I her. Hola, Lido! How does it go with your amiga?" Ricky hugged the other young man.

He blushed, visibly. "It goes well, Senor Chavez. She has agreed to marry me if her papa will allow it."

"And why would he not, amigo? Shall I have a talk with him? I have known you for your whole life, and I would only tell him the good things I know about you." Ricky teased.

Lido laughed and shook his head. "No, no we get along very well. It is just that she is his only daughter and he wants her to finish university before she marries and bears him grandchildren."

"Perhaps if you were to agree to name your first son after him, it might hasten his decision." Jose contributed, smiling and lightly punching him on his arm.

We laughed and made our way through the immense busy lobby to the "executive " elevator. Of course Ricky was greeted by nearly everybody along the way. The elevator stopped at the penthouse and opened directly into a glass atrium which afforded a breathtaking view of the resort and the white sandy beach.

Don Chavez greeted us as we entered. As always, he was impeccably dressed. He wore a light weight beige suit, starched white shirt and a red striped tie. I always felt underdressed in his presence and wondered if he wore this ensemble to bed.

I introduced him to Jake and they shared a firm handshake. We sat down to have a drink and I enjoyed some delicious lemonade. The Don spoke of his business dealings in Mexico City stating that he would be returning there in the next week or so. To tie up some lose ends. I invited him to our party in Santa Rosalia and he accepted stating that it was on his way, therefore very convenient. He was looking forward to seeing my little enterprise.

I, of course, extended the invitation to Carla as well. I knew that Berto was free to come home for the party and assumed she would be as well. Don Chavez thought it best if he sent his limousine down with them as he would be flying to Mexico City directly from the party.

I mentioned that Bob would be traveling there as well for his next chemotherapy treatment. The Don graciously offered to take him along. When I mentioned that Mack and Manuella would also be going, he didn't even blink. "Then they shall all be my guests. Jose will be flying me there on the Lear jet and Ricky will be going as well. Would you care to join our little troupe? And your friend as well, of course." The Don indicated Jake.

"Thank you, Don Chavez, but I will be traveling to Chicago to see my son and Jake will be returning to Jacksonville at that time, but I do appreciate your generous offer."

`Perhaps the next time, then. Have you ever been to Mexico City?"

"No sir, I haven't had the pleasure." I said. Jake shook his head.

"It is very big, heavily populated and the altitude is quite high. Some parts beautiful, though the air is a bit tainted at times." I had heard that Mexico City had a smog problem and nodded my understanding.

"I would like that very much, Sir."

We had finished our drinks it was time for siesta. It was decided that we skip the no0n meal and catch a good nap as we would likely be eating and partying all night long. We took the elevator down one floor. Jose unlocked and opened the door to our suite. I guess I should have been used to the grandeur which always Ricky, but I always seemed to be awed by the next spectacle.

The main room of this suite was big enough to play full court basketball. There was one bedroom at either end each with it's own bathroom and dressing room. The ceilings looked to be 12 feet high with wrought iron and heavy wooden chandeliers. The entire suite was decorated in a southwestern motif and was very masculine. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked a large terrace and the beach beyond and below.

There was a large table with four chairs in front of the windows. I guessed this was for indoor dining. There was also a table chairs and lounges on the wide terrace itself. Each bedroom had separate, private terrace with lounges as well.

The high wall opposite the windows was dominated by a huge painting. Its larger than life characters were of a matador in his bright suit of lights and a bull turning and charging all in one movement. The artist was able to depict all the motion and sheer power of the moment. Out came the camera. I had to remember this place.

Ricky and Jose retired to their bedroom and I followed Jake into ours. "Shit! Can you believe this place? Those guys live like this all the time. That Jose is one lucky son of a bitch. I wish I had a rich boyfriend like Ricky."

For some reason this comment hit he entirely wrong. What the hell did he mean? While I didn't feel like Jake and I were exactly boyfriends, it still sounded a little insulting to me. Also, knowing how Ricky and Jose felt about each other, it pissed me off that Jake assumed that Jose was there just for the money.

I flopped on the king-sized bed. "You know, Jake, you can be a real asshole sometimes."

Jake crawled in beside me. "What? What did I do now?" he asked.

"Never mind. If you don't know, it would be a waste of time trying to explain it to you. Let's just get some sleep. It's gonna be a big night tonight. Have fun, but do try to behave yourself, okay?"

"What?" Jake asked again. I reached over and kissed his cheek. Then rolled over and went to sleep.

This story is not over -- not by a long shot. Please keep reading and 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".

Next: Chapter 38


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