Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 10:53:05 -0700 (PDT) From: John Michaels Subject: FILIPINO LOVE - Chapter 13 FILIPINO LOVE By JM Email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com Disclaimers and info: see chapter one CHAPTER THIRTEEN Once inside, I went around to turn on the air cons and ceiling fans to cool the house down. It was damn warm and stuffy. Once it got cool enough, I'd turn off the air cons. Ronni wasn't used to air conditioning, and the fans would keep the place comfortable. While I was doing this, Ronni went and sat on the sofa. When I sat down to join him, he immediately climbed into my lap, facing me and wrapped his arms and legs (as best he could) around me in what had become my favorite position when relaxing...or ANY time, to be honest. I decided to give Ronni all the information of the plans I had come up with so far, and give him a chance for questions. The one thing I needed to do was to let him know that he would always be by my side and play a major part in everything. "Ronni," I started, "let me tell you everything first before you ask questions. Ok?" (He nodded on my shoulder) When I first decided to come here it was with the idea of finding a place to build a hotel. It's always been a dream of mine to do something like that. I never in my wildest dreams thought that I would meet you and fall completely in love with you, but when I did, that changed everything for me. As soon as I met you, I knew that any plans I made HAD to have you in them too. At first, I was just going to have a two-week working vacation, hopefully have everything in place to build a hotel and go back to the U.S. I planned to have like a manager here who would see to things and report to me, and I would fly back and forth a few times a year until the hotel was ready for business. Then, I was going to leave my job in the U.S. and move here to live and run the hotel. Do understand all this so far?" He looked at me with those deep soulful eyes that I felt I could fall right into. "Oo, but..." he started to say. I put my finger to his lips. "Not yet, Love. Let me finish. Questions later," I said with a small smile to let him know I wasn't upset with him trying to interrupt. He smiled back at me and rested his head against my shoulder. "There's something I haven't told you about me yet...something that may clear up a lot of your confusion." I took a deep breath. "Ronni, I am very rich." His head shot off my shoulder as he looked at me with very wide eyes. "I have an income each and every month that is probably as much as 100 people like your parents make every year...maybe even more." If I thought his eyes were wide before, it was nothing compared to the look he was giving me now. "So buying this house will not be a problem as far as money is concerned," I continued. "Neither will building the hotel. The only real problem with the house and hotel is that, since I'm not Filipino, I can't own land...just the building. For the hotel, I was planning on getting a Filipino business partner who would actually own the land, and I would own the hotel. I was originally planning on having some kind of owner's house built as part of the hotel and live there. But then you came into my life, and I realized that I'd need something better for the two of us to live in, and I really like this house and decided to buy it. But, when I decided to buy this house, I realized that I wouldn't need to find a business partner. I already HAD a partner...a life partner...a love partner. You!" His smile faded, and I could see confusion in his eyes. "Ok," I said with a chuckle. "That was a really big thing I just said. Ask away before you bust." " You say you have much money, and I surprise but ok that. And you my life and love partner too." This was punctuated by a quick kiss on my cheek. "I not know business partner or own land. I not adult like you. How is possible?" "Good question, Love," I said while returning the kiss. "That is what Ms Fudalan will be checking for us. We'll know tomorrow for sure, but I think I remember that age doesn't matter when owning land. Any Filipino can own, but I think your parents will have to manage it until you're legal at age of 18. We'll know for certain tomorrow, but I'm almost certain that is the case. Does that help you any?" "Oo. I feel better, but still much to think!" This was accompanied by a very sweet kiss on the lips and a hug. "I'm glad you're feeling better. It hurts me to see you upset. I think most of your confusion was because you didn't know about my money," He nodded. "Now, there's one other thing I think you need to do." "What," he asked. "Remember at your parent's house when I asked about the age difference between you and the kids? You got a sad look and said we'd talk at home. Do you want to talk now, or have you had enough talk for today?" He heaved a huge sigh, and his face once again had that embarrassed look. "No," he said. "I need to say now. I hope you not get sad." "Me, too", I replied. "But we won't know until you tell me. And please always remember how very much I love you. NOTHING will ever change that." Another kiss from him! Mmmmm! "You know you say how Christian and Sara so much young to me?" he asked. I nodded. He removed his arms from around my neck and held them in front of me. "See how small my arms? When mama birth me, she have trouble when I still inside. Very bad time too when I come out. I very sick for long time. My arms not get fat like all of me. I grow, arms grow long too but not fat. Doctor say `cuz of mama sick before I come out and me sick after, arms stay not fat. Doctor also tells mama no more babies. Bad for her. This make Mama and Papa much sad, but they always good to me. Much love, much happy. Then, Mama gets big with baby when I am 9. Doctor very not happy, but Mama and Papa very happy. Mama not sick like she sick with me, but doctor say she need much rest. Too much work `cuz of me. So, I stay with lola when Mama gets bigger, and stay until baby come out and Mama strong again. But surprise when two babies come out. Mama stay tired long time but happy. Mama not sick, babies not sick. All good, but I stay lola's until Mama all good. When I stay lola's is when I start dream of you. Many dreams, and I tell lola. I not understand why same dream all time and why cock always hard when awake from dream. (A very petty blush accompanied that statement.) I ask about dream and why I get hard. She laugh and say all boys get hard, then she tell me what dream is. And she right, like all time, `cuz you here. But I still not like small arms. I have much shame." After saying all that, Ronni once again wrapped his arms around my neck and buried his head on my shoulder. I gently pulled him away and took each of his arms in each of hands. I then proceeded to softly and slowly kiss my way all the way up his right arm, from his wrist to his shoulder, and then repeated everything on his left arm. When I reached his shoulder, I released his arms and placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a closed-mouth kiss filled with as much love as I could. There would be no tongue involved with this kiss. This was not a kiss of passion. It was a kiss of deep and abiding love and acceptance, and Ronni must have realized it, as I heard him whimper and felt his arms wrap around me once again, pulling us into a deeper embrace. As we kissed, I could feel the drops of his tears as the fell onto my face, mingling with my own. Dear Sweet Lord!!! How I loved him!!! Ronni was the first to break the kiss and leaned back slightly, gazing into my eyes, his own filled with such love as I never knew existed until I met him. I hope he was seeing the same in mine. It was most definitely in my heart. He had the sweetest smile on his face, and it looked as if his worries were banished. "Oh, my sweet Ronni. You have NO idea how you have turned my world upside down! I can't even begin to imagine my life without you. I'm so very happy we met. I know without a doubt that there's a God, because He's blessed me with you. I could have gone anywhere for vacation, but there was something pulling me, almost forcing me, to come here, and I'm so very happy, and so very grateful that I'm here. But there's just one thing you and I BOTH need to do. No more secrets. No more bad or sad feelings. Whether it's you or me, we talk to each other right away. We must never go to bed at night with bad feelings...only love and happiness. Ok?" With a swift kiss to the end of my nose and a cute giggle, he said, "My lola was so right!" Suddenly, his eyes changed to a look of mild panic. "Oh, Shit!" he cried. "Lola!" "What's the matter, Love?" I said. "What about lola?" Some of his panic was seeping into me as well. "I forget. When we talk on the phone this morning, I tell her you want to meet her and ask what time we go there. She say no, she come here and I tell her how to come. Sorry! I forget tell you!" He was clearly upset by this, but I heaved a sigh of relief. With all this mysticism evident with his lola...and maybe even himself...I was afraid that maybe some psychic connection had told him something was wrong with her. I was relieved to hear that wasn't the case. "Love, calm down," I said while rubbing his shoulders. "It's not a problem. A surprise, yes, but NOT a problem. What time did she say she'd be here?" "She say she be here at 3:00." A quick glance at my watch showed that it was a little after 1:00. "We still have time, Love. We still need to have lunch and clean up a little, especially in the bedroom. I want to get my suitcases out of the way, make the bed and make sure the cr is clean. But let's have lunch first. I don't know about you, but I'm starving." As if on cue, there was a rumble from his stomach. "Me too," he said with one of his cute giggles. We disentangled ourselves, went to the kitchen and I got out an assortment to choose from for making sandwiches and some chips I found in the cupboard. I asked Ronni what he wanted to drink. He opted for water, so I grabbed a single-serving bottle as well as a beer for myself. When I set these down at our places on the island counter, he looked at the beer, then at me with a questioning look that said "me too?" I smiled a shook my head. "You can have some of mine, if you want," I said. He grabbed the bottle and took a healthy swig. The look on his face was priceless and I couldn't help laughing. His face was all screwed up in distaste, and I'm sure if he thought he could get away with it, he would have spit it out. But his pride won out, and he gamely swallowed. Throughout all this, I was in stitches. My sides were beginning to hurt from trying to hold back from the belly laughs that were just begging to come out! But I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "How you drink that stuff!" he groused, as he reached for his water to wash the taste of beer out of his mouth. "I guess it's something you get used to," I said, my calm demeanor once again in place. We ate our lunch, talking about the day so far, and making tentative plans for the coming days. Once finished with lunch, we tag-teamed the dishes, and had the kitchen spic and span in no time. Ronni picked up his backpack from by the sofa, where he had dropped it when we first came in, and we went into the bedroom. We decided that we'd work our way out of the room, so we tackled the cr first. While Ronni hung up the towels left from our morning shower, I tidied up the counter and checked to make sure the toilet and surrounding area didn't have any signs of males with poor aim. We then went into the bedroom to straighten things out there. I moved my suitcases to the far corner of the room. As I turned to see if I needed to move anything else to the corner, I noticed Ronni standing by the side of the bed, looking at it longingly as he slowly fingered his rapidly growing boner through his shorts. My own manmeat began a rapid rise at the sight, and I quietly walked over to him and placed the palm of my hand against his now fully hard teen cock. Giving it a few soft strokes, I removed my hand and lifted his head so he was looking at me and not the bed. "Later, my love, later," I said softly. "I want this as much as you do, but your lola will be here soon, and I don't think she'd like to catch us fucking like bunnies." I had said that, hoping to break the almost overwhelming sexual tension that was so very evident. It must have done the trick, as he looked up at me and started laughing. "Bunnies?" "Yep," I said, as I took him into my arms. "And you're the cutest bunny I know. Now let's get the bed straightened out. She'll be here any minute." With that, I gave him a peck on the nose and went around to the other side of the bed while he took the other. In no time at all, we had bed looking presentable and went back to the living room and sat on the sofa. Ronni took his usual position and looked deep into my eyes. "You are so good to me, Phil. I love you." He said that with such heartfelt sincerity that my eyes got moist. "Oh, my Ronni," I responded. "You are so very good to me and for me too. You are my world. I love you." With that, we fell into what was fast becoming an extremely passionate kiss. Things were getting pretty hot and heavy, and I was at the point of saying "the hell with lola". I wanted Ronni RIGHT NOW, and it was perfectly obvious he wanted me just as urgently. I don't care if she DID catch us in the act. I wanted him! I needed him! NOW!!! Just then, there was the sound of a motorcycle rapidly coming down the street outside. As it got closer, I could hear the sounds of downshifting, until the throbbing of the motor idled just out side the house. The sound of the cycle was loud enough that it sort of broke the mood, especially when we heard it stop just outside. Ronni looked at me with a huge shit-eating gin on his face. "Lola here!" And there we have it: another chapter in the ongoing saga of Phil and Ronni. Next chapter will be out very soon. I've been getting some really nice comments from readers. If you're also having a good time, let me know. I'm doing my best to respond to everyone. And once again, the plea for financial support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html And we thank you!