Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2012 18:46:02 -0700 (PDT) From: John Michaels Subject: FILIPINO LOVE - Chapter 16 FILIPINO LOVE BY JM Email : mmanlookin@yahoo.com Disclaimers and info: see chapter one CHAPTER SIXTEEN Just as we got to the door of the cr, Ronni started squirming, making it more and more difficult to hold him. "Phil," he said with a definite sense of urgency in his voice. "Phil, please put me down NOW!" he emphasized, squirming even more. "Please! Need to use cr very very much!" I suddenly recognized the symptoms and quickly set him down. The split second his feet hit the floor he scurried to the toilet and quickly sat down. Even before he was fully seated, there was an explosion from his backside caused by the air that had been pounded into his teen rectum, aided by the double dose of my cum I had injected into him that was now acting as an enema. I stepped back into the bedroom, closing the door to the cr to afford him at least a modicum of privacy as his well-fucked bowels continued to purge themselves, accompanied by a symphony of sounds that I knew were embarrassing the hell out of poor Ronni. I stood nearby in case I was needed, and about five minutes later, after things had quieted down to normal, I heard the toilet flush, followed by running water in the sink, where he was obviously washing his hands. I wanted to see how he would handle things after all this, so I went and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. I knew he must feel totally embarrassed, and I wasn't about to go into the cr and confront him, forcing him to respond and quite possibly embarrassing him even more than he was already. This was something he had to handle on his own terms and could easily become a defining moment in our relationship. In his mind, his dignity had been shattered, and he wasn't sure what to expect from me, so I waited to see if he'd come to me. Nothing happened for several very quiet minutes until Ronni slowly poked his head through the door, looking to see where I was and spotted me on the bed. His face was a flaming fire-engine red as his body soon followed, and he very slowly shuffled toward me with his head down. He finally stopped directly in front of me but still several feet away, his head still on his chest. " I so sorry, Phil," he said shyly, and so quietly I had to strain to hear him. "I sorry. I feel bad that happen. Never happen like that before! I so ashamed!" and started softly sobbing, just standing there, not looking at me. My heart ached for him as I reached out and took one of his hands and started pulling him toward me. This was met with some resistance, but he finally relented and came to where I could see the tears falling down his face as he continued to stare at his feet. Now that he was close enough, I was able to reach out with both arms, and I pulled him between my spread legs until he could go no further. Putting my finger under his chin, I lifted his head until he was looking straight at me, his tear-stained face flaming even more with his acute embarrassment. I softly stroked the side of his face, rubbing away the tears on his cheek with my thumb. He started to pull his head back when my hand first touched his face, not completely sure what to expect, but he was soon leaning into my caress. "Ronni," I said trying to put as much love into my voice as I was feeling, "that was a perfectly normal, human function, and is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. We all do that." Then, putting on my best schoolteacher voice, I continued, "I shit, you shit, he/she/ it shits." He couldn't help but chuckle when he heard my attempt at an English conjugation lesson using a verb he never would have heard a teacher use in his school. "And believe it or not, what happened to you just now is also something that happens when anyone has just been fucked, especially for the first time like you were. When my cock was going in and out of you, some air was being pushed inside you, and my cum acted like an enema. Also, the first few times I fuck you, your body tells you that you have something inside that needs to come out, and even after I've pulled out, it still feels like I'm in there. Of course, I say `few times' only IF you want us to fuck again. That feeling will go away once your body becomes used to my cock inside, but for now, you had three things that made you have to go to the cr." I held me breath, waiting for his response. The incident in the cr was totally embarrassing to him, and he may feel too badly to want to have to go through that mortification again. That was his first ever experience of the consequences of our love making, and it may not be something he'd want to repeat. His gaze intensified as he said, "Oo. I want you to fuck me much! I feel sooo good. It hurt a little when you first go in, but pain go very quick. Then only feel good that get big and big!" With that, he wrapped his arms around me and climbed into my lap. Heaving a sigh of relief, I also wrapped my arms around him and stroked his neck and back, and I heard again that sound from him that I'd heard in the shower yesterday. Ronni was literally purring with contentment. Whew! Crisis averted! "Sweetheart," said softly, "Just remember that what happened a few minutes ago may very well happen again. Now that you know, I hope you won't be ashamed when it does. Also, I think the feelings of being ashamed were worse for you because we haven't been together very long, and you were afraid I'd think badly of you." He nodded, indicating that it was exactly how he thought I'd react. "You need to understand from this very minute," I continued, "that there is NOTHING you could do that would make me think badly of you or that my love for you would be any less. I love you unconditionally, Ronni, no matter what. That means that you never have to act any differently around me than you normally would. You just be "Ronni". The only thing you could ever do that would upset me would be if you did things just because you think it's what I want you to do. I need to be Phil and you need to be Ronni. We each have special things about us and ways we do things that make us who we are. It's only from doing that, that we can build a strong, honest relationship that will last us all our lives. But this also means there will be times you do something I don't like, and I'll do something you don't like. When that happens, we talk about it right away instead of just getting hurt or upset. Even though you're only fourteen does NOT mean that you are any less equal than me in this relationship. If something I do or say bothers you, then you tell me right then, and I'll do the same for you. You and I are partners for life, now, and being partners means we are equal in anything and everything. I know that it will be hard for you to do all that at first, but it's a very important part of who we are as a couple. And, after saying all that, I will be very happy to fuck you as many times as you want until you walk funny." He laughed. "But," I continued, in a slightly more serious tone, "I don't call what we did "fucking". We were giving ourselves completely to each other to show how much we love each other...that we belong to each other. What we were doing was `making love', not fucking. There will be times when we're both so horny for each other that it could be called fucking, but don't ever forget that there will always be love there, too. Do you understand all that?" He had been watching me with intense concentration all throughout my little speech, and now he nodded. "So, are you ok, now?" "Oo," he said as he leaned in and softly rubbed his cheek against mine. "I ok...no, I AM ok, "he corrected himself. Obviously, the longer he was around me and my grammar, he was beginning to express himself better. "Much ok. You make me ok, Phil. I love you!" With that, we began a kiss that could quickly escalate into another round in bed, but I knew that deep down, we were both totally wiped out by our earlier session. We broke the kiss as I stood up and headed yet again into the cr, this time determined to get that much-needed shower. I don't know about Ronni, but the cum had now dried on my body and was feeling downright uncomfortable and itchy. As I sat him down on the counter to free my hands for turning on the shower, I noticed him wince. "Ok, Love," I said. "I saw that look just now. You have some pain back there. Let me check to make sure everything's ok." He slid off the counter onto the floor with another small grimace and...embarrassment? His face was getting very red again. And he was once again looking at the floor. Lifting his head so he was looking at me again, I said, "Darling, are you embarrassed that I'm going to be looking at you there?" He nodded shyly. Continuing, I said, "Aren't you forgetting that it wasn't too long ago the I had my TONGUE in there, as well as my fingers and my cock?" He blushed a little more but chuckled. "It's nothing I haven't seen already, and I plan to spend a lifetime looking at, playing with, licking, kissing and making love to it, so bend `em and spread `em, fella." I was trying to lighten the mood while at the same time helping Ronni to become comfortable around me, no matter the situation. It worked, as he giggled, and I saw the embarrassed tension leave his body as his face slowly returned to its normal color. He turned, bent at the waist, spreading his legs. He had no need to pull his cheeks apart due to the fact that his muscle structure opened his crevice naturally and fully exposing he hole when he spread his legs. I noticed that the edges of his anus were puffy and red, showing clear evidence of the pounding I had given him, but there didn't appear to be any real damage and no traces of blood, thank God. But I also wanted to be certain that there was no internal damage either. Telling him I'd be right back, I went and retrieved the lube and returned to the cr, where Ronni was still bent over. Seeing him exposed like that sent a twinge to my cock, but after two incredibly intense orgasms within minutes of each other, there was simply nothing left. At least for now! With Ronni, I'm willing to bet that my recovery times were going to be much shorter. I applied a generous amount of lube on my middle finger and caressed his back with my other hand. "Honey," I said, "I'm going to check inside to make sure everything's ok. Your poor little butt took quite a pounding. I'll try very hard not to hurt you" "Ok," he replied, showing his complete trust in me. I gently stroked his slit with my lubed finger in preparation for insertion. Ronni jerked slightly, caused by the coolness of the gel rather than pain, hopefully, but didn't say anything. I very slowly inserted my middle finger, finding no resistance as his anal muscles hadn't fully recovered, and also trying my very best to cause the least amount of discomfort to him as possible. When my finger was fully inside, I rotated it slowly, trying to feel for any tears to his rectum. As my finger passed over his prostate, he gasped and involuntarily (I think) pushed back on my finger. Wanting to make this as good of an experience for him as I could, I gave his joy button a few more strokes before slowly withdrawing. Ronni had been enjoying the stimulation and let out a sound of displeasure when I withdrew. There were no traces of blood and I felt no internal abnormalities. The only "damage", if you can call it that, was the redness and puffiness at the entrance, which should go down by tomorrow. In the meantime, I had an ointment that will help ease the discomfort until Nature ran its course. Shower first, however. "Ok, Love. Time to shower. When we're done, I have something I can put on your butt so it won't hurt so much. Everything looked ok back there. It's just a little swollen and sore too, obviously, but that should go away by tomorrow. So, let's get cleaned up now and get some dinner. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry enough to eat a caribao (local cow)." "Me too," he said, laughing. "Maybe TWO caribao!" Our shower was JUST that...a shower. There were no attempts at getting sexual by either of us. We were both totally sated, at least for the moment. That didn't mean we didn't wash each other, however. We did, each of us gently and lovingly scrubbing backs, legs, chests and groins which, while causing both of us to plump up a bit, didn't result in a full hardon for either of us. While Ronni's cock may have firmed up a bit more than mine, it never reached its full hardness. We also dried each other carefully, much more thoroughly than the time before when we'd both been so hot for each other we couldn't wait. I retrieved the antiseptic ointment from my travel bag and had Ronni once again bend over. Even after the shower, while it definitely looked better, it still had some puffiness. I gently applied some ointment over the area, patted him on the butt to let him know I was finished, washed my hands, and then, with Ronni wrapped around me, started to head to the kitchen, until I remembered something he hadn't seen yet. Standing in front of the mirror over the sink, I told him to look at his neck in the mirror. When he saw the two very prominent hickies, one on either side, his eyes went wide and a smile swept over his handsome face. "COOL!" he enthused. "Now everyone know I belong to you!" With that, he turned back to me, wrapped his arms and legs even more tightly around me, and proceeded to shower my face with kisses, ending on my lips where his tongue demanded entrance. Never one to refuse him anything, I obliged, and we spent the next several minutes in a battle of tongues. Finally breaking away, he gazed lovingly into my eyes, and said, "I love you with all my heart." "I love you too, my sweet, beautiful Ronni, more than I can ever find words to say." Before going to the kitchen, I made a detour with my love-leech so we could put fresh sheets on the bed. I set him down, went around to the other side of the bed where, between us, we got it stripped and remade with fresh sheets in no time. I went back around to where he was, got him back into my arms, and with a peck on the lips, turned toward the kitchen to rustle us up a caribao or two. And so they grow in love and understanding. Thanks to all who write to me. Your comments keep my creative juices flowing, and I do my best to give prompt replies. As always, consider a donation to keep stories like mine and others available to all. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks!