Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2013 19:04:06 -0800 (PST) From: John Michaels Subject: Filipino Love - chapter 37 FILIPINO LOVE BY JM Email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one This story is my personal intellectual property, and, as such, may not be reproduced in any form without my express permission. This and subsequent chapters are dedicated to my own Filipino Love! CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN I think morning came too early for all of us, since it had been quite late before any of us got to bed to actually sleep. That, plus the physical activity and emotions of the evening had drained us all, and we would probably all have liked to sleep later, especially the three teens. I had to piss like a racehorse and climbed carefully out of bed as not to awaken my Ronni. Standing before the bowl, I pulled the skin back on my cock to expose the head, and I commenced relieving my over-full bladder with a sigh, giving it a few shakes when I was done and wiped the tip with a piece of toilet paper before washing my hands. Wiping after I piss is something I had been doing since I could remember. Having a foreskin, I hated those few drops that would hide, only to release themselves later, leaving that well-known yellow stain in my underwear. Getting carefully back into bed, I lay on my side with my head supported by my hand just drinking in the beauty before me. What a truly magnificent and beautiful creation of God, inside and out! It made my heart swell with such love as I looked down on his handsome face now relaxed in sleep, and I could stay like this and just stare at him for hours and never get tired of it. I knew that at his age, adolescent bodies demanded more rest than us `old' farts, so it was no surprise that I was usually the first one awake. As I lay there, listening to the gentle breathing of my very reason for existence, I thought back on the events of the past evening, trying to think of any way I could have handled things differently. I really couldn't think of anything, since it was so important that I approach my life with Ronni and the questions of the other two boys openly and honestly. Anything else would have been hypocritical at best and potentially harmful at worst. I did have two minor regrets, though. First, because we had overnight guests, I should have made sure that the bedroom door was locked so that Ronni and I wouldn't be caught in flagrante delicto, and secondly, that we really should have put on at least shorts when we met in the kitchen for a snack and for our talk afterward. But, since that was all history now, there's nothing that could be done about it. I just didn't want Paulo and Mario and, to an extent, Ronni, too, to think of our house as clothing optional for everyone. While Ronni and I frequently went around nude when we were alone at home and would continue to do so, it wasn't something I felt should be encouraged for others. And whenever there was company in the house, Ronni and I need to always be dressed in some sort of acceptable fashion. I wanted our two young friends to always be comfortable here and accept it as a safe place for them, but while we were all obviously in same-sex relationships, that didn't mean that our home should become a place to let it all hang out, literally. I just hope the boys will see and accept this, and to also realize that there need to be limits on PDA's. There are some things that need to be kept just between the individual couples. And I'll be the first to admit that I can be as bad as the teens sometimes. Well, all right! MOST of the time. Whenever I'm around Ronni, it's almost impossible to keep my hands to myself. He arouses me so much, that it's damned near impossible not to stroke his body, inflame his passions, which, admittedly, doesn't take much, and make love to him 24/7/365. Being the supposed responsible adult here, it's going to have to be up to me not only to set the rules but the example as well. Damn!! About then, my musings were interrupted when I heard a huge yawn followed by the feline-like stretching of his taut muscled body as my boy-man returned to the world of the awake. I moved closer, pulled him to me and gently kissed his soft lips. He gave me the brightest smile, and the love poured from his eyes as he wrapped his arms and pulled us even tighter together, his morning glory pressed into my hip. "Good morning, my Phil," he said in his raspy morning voice. "You are the very best thing to see when my eyes first open." His hips began a gentle undulation as he rubbed his hard young cock against my hip. As I softly caressed his face and planted small kisses on his handsome face, I could swear I could hear him purr with pleasure as he continued slowly humping against me. Even though he was as hard as he's ever been, I knew the primary reason was because of his bloated, night-filled bladder, which was going to be demanding relief any minute. And I was right, since not a minute passed and he pulled away from me with a final kiss on my lips and hopped out of bed. "Keep my rubbing spot warm while I pee," he said, with a cheeky grin. "I'll be right back." So I guess there was a definite sexual undertone to his actions. Big surprise there...NOT!! And as is always the case when I'm with him, my own cock was standing tall and already beginning to leak profusely. A few minutes later, I heard the toilet flush and the water running in the sink as he washed his hands. He dashed from the cr and flew the last few feet as he jumped from the foot of the bed, landing beside me. I turned to lie on my back, and he was quickly lying full-length on top of me, his rapidly re-arising young cock snuggled against mine. He looked deep into my eyes as I gazed lovingly and longingly back into his. This was decidedly not a sexual moment, even though we were both now rock-hard. We stayed like that for I'm not sure how long, no words being spoken, everything we needed to say that words could not adequately express flowing from our eyes. Both of our eyes began to tear up with the intensity of the emotions we were passing back and forth between us. Finally, swallowing with difficulty Ronni said, "Dear God, how I love you Phil!" And with that he buried his face in the crook of my neck and wept softly from the deep emotions that had gripped both of us. I kissed the side of his head and softly caressed his back. My own throat was swollen from my own emotional overload, and I was finding it difficult to speak. "Ronni," I finally managed to croak out, "you are truly God's blessed gift to me. I can't even begin to tell you how very much you mean to me and how much I love you! There are simply no words big enough to describe my love for you, and I intend to spend every minute of every day showing you my love. I thank God for you all the time and for your love, and I feel very certain that the way we're feeling right now will never die and will only grow stronger. I know this for a fact, because every time I think there's no way I could love you more, I do." Ronni kissed my neck and raised his head so that we were once again gazing into each other's tear-filled eyes. "I love you so much, my Phil, that it sometimes scares me," he said, almost in a whisper. "But then I remember that God has brought you to me, and that He will never give us more than we can stand. I just never knew that love could be this big. Although I know they love each other like we do, I don't think even Mama and Papa have as big of a love as you and me." Our loving moment was interrupted at that point by a gentle knock on the door. Looks like at least one of the others is also awake now. Telling whomever to come in, the door slowly opened to reveal both boys standing there with their hands valiantly trying to cover their piss hardons but failing miserably. "Looks like you two have some urgent business to take care of," I said, pointing at the cr. With slightly embarrassed grins, both boys dashed into the cr, and we could immediately hear the splash of water on water as they both relieved their pent-up night pee. They were both so anxious for relief that neither of them thought to close the door, so Ronni and I could hear the huge sighs of relief from both of them. Soon the toilet flushed and there was the sound of hands being washed, shortly followed by the re-emergence of the pair. "Why don't you guys go put on your shorts, and Ronni and I will do the same. We'll meet you in the kitchen to get something together for breakfast." They both grinned and nodded, then headed out to the salla. Ronni looked at me quizzically. "How come you asked them to get dressed?" he asked. "You and me don't wear anything a lot of the time, and we were all naked last night." "That's something I want to talk to everyone about this morning," I answered. "But I'll tell you quickly while we get dressed." He reluctantly climbed off me and stood by the bed, waiting for me to get up. I sat up on the side of the bed and patted the spot beside me. "What you and I do in the privacy of our own home is just between you and me, no one else. Last night was a unique situation and a one-time thing. We want them to feel safe here and to be themselves, but I don't want this to become a nudist colony for young gays. (He chuckled.) I also want all of us to be careful how much affection we show our partners when we're all together. Holding hands, sitting on each other's lap and even some kissing is ok, but we need to keep anything else above the waist and only between the couples. Anything more than that really needs to be done in private. It would be too easy for them to take advantage of our home, even if they don't mean to, and it's easier to set the rules now before things get to be too much out of hand than it will be if they've been doing things for a while. Am I making any sense?" "I see what you are trying to do," he said, nodding his head. "I agree it would be best to do things your way. They can still show their love, but they need to keep anything that might be too sexy for when they are alone, like you and me." "All this beauty and brains too," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the nose causing him to giggle. "But I will say that whenever they stay here, once we all go to our own beds, they can show their love any way they want." "Oo, yes," he replied. "That is more than fair, and they still have this place to be boyfriends when it's just us. It's certainly a lot more than they could show before." With that, he kissed me, grabbed his shorts and pulled them up his strong young legs, teasingly wagging his cock at me before covering it up. I groaned and found myself unconsciously licking my lips at the sight of his delicious teen meat before he pulled his shorts to his waist, hiding his goods from my lustful stare. "I think you are as bad as any of us boys," he said, laughing. "You're right. I am," I admitted with a wry chuckle. "But you're not helping! Being around you, especially when you're naked, I lose all reason. I just want to take you in my arms, kiss you wildly and make love to you for hours. You are the most incredibly sexy lover, and I can never get enough of you." "Welcome to my world," he said with a laugh. "Now you know how I feel all the time around you." He leaned over and kissed me, our tongues sliding over and around, our heart rates rising as fast as our cocks. I don't know when it happened, but I suddenly found myself on my back on the bed with Ronni on top, our hard cocks grinding together, his confined in his shorts and my naked one which was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. With great reluctance, I broke the kiss and just stared into his eyes for a moment. He had a wide grin plastered across his handsome face, a definite look of raw lust in his eyes, and his hips were still mashing our cocks together. Placing both hands on his firm, young ass, I stopped his humping. "If we don't stop now, " I panted, "your friends won't be getting anything to eat until dinner time at the earliest." "I know," he said, resignedly while lowering himself to lie fully on me. "But this is what you do to me. Whenever I'm with you, I can't always stop myself." His hips had ceased their wild thrusts and were now moving gently, our cocks now being softly caressed rather than grinding against each other. "I know exactly what you mean, Love," I said, rubbing his back and kissing his head. "It's things like this that we need to be careful of when we're all together. Many times it's so hard for me to find the control to keep my hands off you when we're with others. But, let me get up and get dressed so we can get everybody fed and we can discuss the rules of the house." With a nice kiss, he rolled off me, and I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on. Reaching down, I took his hand and together, we walked out into the salla. Paulo and Mario had folded the bedding and changed the bed back into a sofa and were sitting there, leaning against each other and holding hands, watching TV. When they noticed us come into the room, they both turned to look at us and Mario started laughing, soon joined by Paulo. Ronni and I looked at each other questioningly, not knowing what brought on this case of the guffaws from his friends. Finally, Mario got enough control and pointed at Ronni. "Ronni looks like he peed his pants," he managed to gasp out. "But since he does not do that since he was a baby, maybe it is something else." This set both of them off into another round of giggles and chuckles while Ronni and I both looked at the front of his shorts. Sure enough, the front of his shorts was covered by a large, wet stain that could only have been caused by the copious amount of pre-cum from my cock when we were humping on the bed. He blushed prettily but joined his friends laughing before returning to the bedroom to change his shorts. I have to admit that he sure took that a lot better than I did! I could feel myself blushing furiously from my toes to my head, and I'm sure I looked like I had a severe case of sunburn. Ronni quickly returned in a fresh pair of shorts, and seeing the state I was in, kissed me on the cheek. "What is that American expression?" he asked. "Oh, yeah. `Lighten up', Phil. We are all friends here." With a grin, he took my hand and dragged me into the kitchen to get breakfast going. Ronni and I had worked well together in the kitchen from the very first time, and now was no exception. While I worked the stove, cooking the sausage and eggs, he busied himself first by getting a cup of coffee going for me (bless him!) then by setting the counter for four, pouring the juice and making the toast. He completed the counter set-up by placing the butter and several jars of jam, then put the stack of plates next to me to serve onto when the hot food was ready. Everything was soon plated and served, and we all sat down to feed our complaining stomachs. While we ate, I explained to the boys what I had told Ronni earlier about the house rules. They both seemed very happy about it all. "Thank you Phil and Ronni for giving us place where we can show our love," said Paulo. "I do not think your rules are hard at all. It is much more than Mario and I can do before, and we both thank you very much." Mario nodded his agreement. "You are very good to us," he added, "and thank you so much for talking to us last night and helping us. We made love for the first time last night, and it was the most wonderful thing ever! We both now know that we must be together always, and even if we are afraid of telling our parents, we are both ready to do that. I think talking to Ronni's mama and papa tonight will help a lot. With you two and Lola Sanie and our brothers, we feel much better about telling our parents." "You guys are most welcome," I said. "I'm glad that we have a chance to help you with this very big step in your lives. We can both see that you are much more than just two horny boys who want to have sex, and Ronni and I will help you both every step of the way, if your parents allow it. It's very clear that you both really love each other, and with Sanie's help and the support from Mr. and Mrs. Martinez, which I'm positive you'll get, I think everything is going to be ok." Just then, there was a knock on the door. Ronni hopped up to answer it, with me closely behind. As he opened the door, there stood Lorenzo, with a bag from the local bakery. "Good morning, Boss," he said cheerfully. "I thought we should pick up a car today since you still have a lot of things to take care of, and time is getting short before you have to leave." I had my hand resting on Ronni's shoulder, and I felt him tense up, as he leaned back into me. I didn't need to see his face and it certainly wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know what was going through his mind right now. It was the same thing as was going through my own mind. Just six more days before I have to return to the US! My heart started aching, and I wrapped my arms tightly around Ronni. He covered my arms with his own and pulled us tighter. God bless him! Lorenzo saw the change in Ronni's body language and caught on to the problem immediately. Stepping past us, he closed the door, placed the bag he was carrying on the counter and turned back to Ronni and me, putting his arms around both of us. "I know what both of you are feeling," he said softly. "I know it seems as if you both just found each other, and it's already time to spend time apart. Just remember that it will only be for a short time, then you will be together always." Turning his focus to Ronni, Lorenzo continued. "And always remember that you won't be alone here while Phil is away. From what I've seen and heard, you have wonderful, loving parents and a brother and sister who love you and support you in your love for Phil. And don't forget those two at the counter. They love you too and will help you through this time. And there's that wonderful lola of yours, and don't forget Josie and me. We'll be here for you too. You'll also be back in school, so that should also help get you through. You'll see. The time will go quicker than you think it will, and I'm sure you two will also be talking on the phone and skyping a lot. It's not like you'll never hear from each other during that time." I had a strong feeling that somewhere in his talking to Ronni, I became included – that he was reassuring me as much as he was Ronni. Everything Lorenzo was saying was true for both of us, but it still won't make being apart any easier. And there were those communication links he mentioned, which reminded me. I think the first place we'll go once we get the car is to get Ronni a satellite cel phone so he can call any time and also a computer so we could skype, as Lorenzo suggested. Giving Ronni an extra squeeze, I put my arm around his shoulder and led him back toward his friends. Everyone had a somber but hopeful expression on their face, and I knew we had to do something to lift the funereal pall that had settled on the house. "Well, Lorenzo," I said as cheerfully as I could muster. "What's in the bag? Did you bring your own breakfast thinking we wouldn't feed you?" Bless him; he caught on quickly to what I was trying to do. "Of course not, Boss," he said with a wink. "Actually, you feed me too well here. I had to jog an extra two kilometers after the last time I ate here to work off that great meal. Nope. What I have here are some sweet rolls fresh from the bakery. They're actually still warm from the oven. I didn't know if you had breakfast yet, so I thought I'd bring something along just in case. I didn't know you had guests, but I've got plenty for everyone here." That said, he grabbed a clean plate and placed the contents of the bag on it. I have to admit that even though I'd just eaten, the sight and smell of those fresh-baked goodies made my mouth water. I could see the same expression on the boys' faces, and even Ronni seemed to perk up at the sight. "Thanks, Lorenzo," I said. "Would you boys like more juice with that or would you prefer milk, like me?" Everyone opted for milk, and Ronni went to fetch some clean glasses for everyone while I grabbed the milk from the ref. Once the milk was poured, everyone grabbed a bun and bit in. There was a collective sigh of deep satisfaction as we all tasted the warm, soft, sugary goodness. Why is it that everything that's so delicious is so bad for you?!? This treat was very much appreciated by all, and everyone thanked Lorenzo profusely for the goodies. Ronni, Paulo and Mario did the clean-up duty while Lorenzo and I plotted our day. I told him of the purchases I wanted to make, and he suggested several places we could try. I noticed that the conversation among the boys was rather subdued, but I did hear a giggle or two, so I guess things were ok for now. Once they were finished, I asked Paulo and Mario if they'd like to go with us, stay here and watch TV, or "whatever" (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Surprise, surprise!! They opted to stay and hold down the fort. Ronni and I gave each other a sly grin and a wink, then I called a cab to come pick us up to take us to the car rental agency. Making sure I had all my credentials and wallet, we sat around and chatted until we heard the taxi honking outside. Advising the boys to lock the door behind us and to close the curtains to "help keep it cool inside" (w-w-n-n again), Lorenzo, Ronni and I went out, got settled in the cab and were soon on our way to pick up a car. Another chapter for your reading enjoyment---at least, I hope you're enjoying it. If you're liking what you're reading, please drop me a line and let me know. 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