Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 06:41:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Ramil Beltran Subject: A Filipino Family Story (Book III) A FILIPINO FAMILY STORY by Ramil Beltran This is a collection of my experiences with the men in my family. All events happened but names of people and places were changed for obvious reasons. If you are below 18 years old and are offended by stories involving homosexual encounters between family members please do not read the following stories. Otherwise, sit back, read on and enjoy. ---------------------- BOOK III LOLO SIMEON Lolo is a Filipino term for grandfather. It is used however to every member of the family who is as old as your own grandfather. So, the term is used to address the brothers of your grandfather, his male cousins, etc. Lolo Simeon is the youngest of the 7 brothers of my real grandfather, my dad's father. He lived very near our house on his own with only a house helper to accompany him. His wife died of cancer when his two children were still in university. He never remarried. By the time this story happened, his two children were already married and were living in different parts of the city far from our place. Like my grandfather, Lolo Simeon was on the heavy side. His small grandchildren, as well as us, have a grand time tapping on his belly and he would give out a hearty laugh. His hair was white and thinning. He also doesn't have too much hair on his body. He smokes cigars, the smell of which fills his huge living room. His hobby was to take care of his orchids and other plants in his large garden. He and his brothers, including my own grandfather, would always punctuate their sentences with expletives. They use cuss words when they were angry, surprised and even when they were happy. Young as we were, we were already exposed to all kinds of cusses, courtesy of my grandfather and his brothers. We were, however, not allowed to say any cuss word. Our parents see to it that none of our grandfather's favorite expressions will come out of us. I was 16 that summer and I was looking forward to entering university. Knowing how difficult my studies would be for the next four years, I wanted to spend the next two months going to parties, enjoying my teenage life and have all the fun I could get. It never happened. One afternoon, Lolo Simeon was pruning a tree in his garden. He was standing on a ladder perched unsteadily on the wet lawn. He lost his step and fell from the ladder. He used both arms to cushion the fall. Being 68 at that time, the fall broke his arms. Lolo Simeon's arms were put in casts and his doctor said he may not use them for 90 days. At about the same time, his house helper needed to go back to the province because of an emergency. His children lived far from him and could not stay with him 24 hours a day. Their children were still small to take care of a disabled adult. Since we lived nearby, they asked my father if we could take care of him. My father assigned me for the task. I was stunned. I was hoping to get as much fun I could that summer and I've been given responsibility. I couldn't say no because if I did, the entire clan will never forgive me for being selfish. And so, I went to Lolo Simeons's house and got down to business. I never thought that I could put in some pleasure too. It was arranged that our food will be prepared in our house and will be brought to Lolo Simeon's house by our house helper. Cleaning the house will not also be my problem. All I have to do is to attend to Lolo Simeon's needs. Even though he was in obvious discomfort, Lolo Simeon's mood didn't change. He teased me about my body, which was reed-thin at that time. He would crack jokes about the female anatomy and all that. The first day of my duty was to get to know my routine. We woke up at five to water his garden. At 7 in the morning, I fed him. By 8 I brought him to the toilet so he could do his thing. Afterwards, I washed him, no baths until after ten days as ordered by the doctor. After this, he went to the garden to check on his plants. Next activity was back to the house for his morning tea. Then we did whatever we wanted until lunchtime. After lunch, he took his siesta up to three o'clock and then it's afternoon tea. This was followed by watering of the plants. We went back in the house by six for the evening news. Our dinner was at 7 in the evening followed by his evening wash. Lolo Simeon went to bed at nine. Since he cannot use both his arms, I had to do everything for him. I would light the cigar for him and pass it to him once lit. Then he would signal to take it off his lips. Maybe this made me acquire the taste for cigars, a vice I indulge in once in a while. This was our daily schedule. I was so bored with the other activities except when I give him his morning and evening wash. Lolo Simeon served in the guerilla with his brothers during the war. Although he is already fat, I could still feel the firmness of his muscles underneath his skin whenever I give him his wash. He was basically helpless with both his arms in slings. I even take off his clothes for him. I couldn't stop myself from giving his cock a lingering look. His cock must be five inches long, circumcised, and as thick as a baby's wrist. I expected that at his age it will all be shriveled but I was mistaken. His balls were hanging in a loose sac, with some hair covering the lower parts. His pubic hair was still bushy but less wiry than mine. Of course he knows I'm gay but he couldn't care less. Aside from that, he didn't have a choice. He would even allow me to wash his cock and balls. He would only grunt a little when I take some time washing those parts. Sometimes, his son would visit him and stay on to feed him and give him his wash. He would also give him a shave because I am not used to doing it. I just stood by the door of his bedroom while he was given his wash. On the eighth day of our routine, Lolo Simeon's disposition changed. He became grumpy and I didn't know what to do. So I called my mom and asked her what to do. Lolo Simeon also spoke to her and told her that he can't stand the heat anymore; he wants to take his bath. Of course my mom said it was not allowed but he was insistent. My mom gave in but he will take a bath only in the morning. She told me to give him a bath that day and just make sure that the casts don't get wet. I don't know what she meant when she warned me not to fool around with Lolo Simeon. So I lead him to the bathroom that morning, and made him sit on the chair I placed there before I took him. I covered his arms with the plastic covers as protection and asked him to raise his hands. He was giving off a scent that was common among old men his age. I poured the lukewarm water on his body and he said it was good. Then I started soaping his body using my bare hands. That was a big mistake on my part because as I was soaping his chest and belly, my dick got hard. I looked at Lolo Simeon but his eyes were closed. I continued soaping him and then I asked him to stand up as I soap his cock. His member was eye-level with me, and I looked at it intently while I soap his back. Then I shifted to his cock and balls. I soap the balls first, then the shaft. I took some extra time in soaping the area between the head and the shaft of his penis. Meanwhile, I felt that my cock was being stretched beyond its limits because of my erection. I must have been soaping his cock for a long time because I felt his cock was getting harder. I heard a grunt and looked at him. He wasn't looking at me but his face was red. I continued down to his legs. After this, I poured water on his body to remove the soapy suds. Then I towel dry him. I must have spent some time drying his nether regions because he made another grunt. I hurriedly finished the task and dressed him up immediately. When his househelper got back after a month, I expected that I will be relieved of my duties. Lolo Simeon, however, asked my mom and dad to let me stay to give him a bath until his casts were removed. They agreed since they thought that it was in bad taste for the woman househelper to give Lolo Simeon a bath. What they didn't know was the effect of Lolo Simeon's baths on me. I have begun entertaining sexual thoughts about Lolo Simeon. I must admit that I was already looking forward for his bath time so I can get my hands on his good-looking jewels. Every bath time was a struggle since I had to fight the urge of putting his cock in my mouth. It came to a point that I think of Lolo Simeon to get the best orgasm whenever I jacked off. I would start to heat up when I take off his clothes. Seeing his cock and balls hanging loosely between his legs, excited me so much. Soaping him and rubbing my hands on his bare skin gave a tingling sensation all over my body. When it was time to soap his genitals, I get really hard that I was afraid the old man would notice it. Even while I was dressing him and combing his hair, I could feel the sexual tension inside me. Sometimes I catch myself actually smelling him, taking in as much of his scent that I could get. I knew that the day would come that I won't be able to control myself anymore. I didn't know that it would come sooner. I didn't know how it happened but one time I gave in to my desires while giving him a bath. I knew the househelper would not see us because the bathroom was in his bedroom. So while I was soaping his cock as usual, I started to jerk his cock slowly. I didn't look at him but I feel his eyes on me. I was waiting for the grunt but it never came so I continued. After a few minutes I felt his cock growing, my action was getting into him. A mild expletive escaped his mouth. "What are you doing you crazy child?" he asked me. I didn't look at him. I continued to jerk his cock. The soap made my hand slick and I have no trouble sliding his cock in it. I heard Lolo Simeon chuckled. "Hey, you must have forgotten who I am." he said in a mocking tone. I pretended not to hear him and went on jerking his cock. I heard a soft sigh escaped his mouth and his cock grew harder. His whole body was tensed and rigid. I looked up at him and I saw a hundred expressions on his face. Our eyes met and for a moment he regained his composure. "You stop what you're doing right now. I'm not letting you off of this easily. I'll make sure your father get to know this happened." he threatened me. I wanted so much to suck his cock and I knew this is my best chance to fulfill my desires. I rinsed the soap off his legs and crotch. His body relaxed but his cock was still waving in the air in a semi-erect state. Then without warning, I put it in my mouth and started sucking it. "Stop that you little faggot!" He shouted at me. His body started to tense as he struggled to stop me. He tried pulling his cock from my mouth but I didn't let go of it. I slid his cock deep in my throat and I felt his body shuddered. He started letting out expletives. He tried to kick me but he almost slipped. I must have been possessed by evil that day because instead of letting go. I even sucked harder on his cock; I was determined to give him pleasure that morning. He was so angry that he was already breathing heavily. At one point he tried hitting me with his arms but it must have hurt him that he leaned on the wall for support. He kept on struggling and I was having a hard time getting a tempo. He let out a barrage of expletives and then, in resignation told me. "Have it your way! Do what you want to do with your Lolo and then burn in hell." I couldn't care less about the fires of hell. I was already burning with desire, feeling his smooth old cock inside my mouth. I licked on it and sucked on it. I even made it slide in and out my mouth, letting my tongue slide on its sides. I looked at him and he was staring at the ceiling, beads of sweat forming on his neck. I released his cock from my mouth then took in his balls, licking and sucking one at a time. I heard a grunt, I thought I hurt him so I put his cock back in my mouth. Then I increased my tempo, sliding my mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. I took in his entire tool and buried my face in his pubic hair. I felt him shifting on his feet. Lolo Simeon then said that he was about to release his load. It sounded like a warning; perhaps he didn't want to come in my mouth. But that was what I wanted to happen. So I sucked him even harder, his cock moved in my mouth. He moaned aloud and his hot semen filled my mouth. The old man let out an expletive when he saw me swallow his load. I looked up at him and I saw how red his face was. He was breathing deeply and his white hair was a mess. He was looking sharply at me. He shook his head in disbelief at what I've done to him. "You are crazy! What did it taste like?" he said in a loud voice. "Delicious." I answered and went on to lick his semi-erect member. He let out another expletive and a warning to stop what I was doing. His cock went limp inside my mouth. I licked the remaining semen on his cock as I gently squeezed his balls. I didn't want even a single drop to go to waste. I heard him chuckle, I looked up at him and he was shaking his head. "Crazy child lusting over his Lolo." he kept on saying while shaking his head. I let go of his cock and washed him. My body was shaking as I started to relax, an exhilarating feeling washed over me. I didn't want to look at his face because I could feel his eyes on me. But deep inside, I was still burning with desire for his cock. I held his cock and balls. Then I rinsed his body. "You liked that? What pleasure do you get from that," he was mocking me as I finished giving him his bath and I put on his clothes. "I just want to make you happy." I answered back. He laughed at what I said. "It wasn't even close to the real thing!" he mockingly told me. It was the ultimate insult to me. I thought I gave the best to him and there he was telling me that it was nothing! Not even close to what he wanted! I felt so humiliated. We never spoke the whole day. As my mind cleared, a strong feeling of guilt washed over me. I couldn't even look at the portrait of his wife hanging inside their room. I thought the eyes of my grandmother were piercing my body. That evening, at dinnertime, we ate our meal in silence. I would try to look at him and I could see him staring at me. The househelper even asked me if there was something wrong, I just said that Lolo Simeon didn't feel like talking. There was a lot of tension between us while I was giving him his bath that evening. Lolo Simeon was watching my every move. Whenever I touch his genitals he would grunt. I hurriedly finished what I was doing. He was already in bed, ready to sleep when he sent me home. I walked towards our place with my heart going crazy in my chest. I knew I went overboard earlier and I was thinking of what to tell my dad when he confronts me. I couldn't sleep that night. What happened that morning kept on playing in my mind. I knew I just crossed the gates of hell that day. It was like raping Lolo Simeon. He couldn't stop me because of his disability. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined the ghost of his dead wife looking at me, berating me for what I did to her husband. In the first light of the morning, I waited for all my relatives to come to the house and start cursing me to eternal damnation. I thought his children would come and beat me to a pulp. Lolo Simeon never told a soul about what I did to him. Since nobody else can take over my responsibilities, he had no choice but to let me wash him until the casts on his arms were removed. Throughout those remaining days however, he made me really suffer by asking me every bath time whether I will suck his cock again. He would say that I should get my fill before the casts in his arms were removed; by then I will never get another chance. It got into my nerves one day that I decided to talk to him. I told him how sorry I was that I sucked his cock and made a fool out of him. I was, I explained, over come by lust. I promised him that it would never happen again. Lolo Simeon was chuckling when I finished. He asked me to hug him and I took that to mean as all were already forgiven. The casts on his arms were removed after a few weeks. He was back in his garden a couple of days later, taking care of his plants. I went to the State University and stayed in a dormitory, going back home only on weekends. Lolo Simeon is now more than 80 years old but sometimes I find myself still physically attracted to him. He doesn't know it. Nothing ever happened between us again. I think he was just not into those things. I will love him forever. __________ I'd like to thank all those who sent me e-mail. Thanks for the encouraging words.