Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2001 06:07:47 -0800 (PST) From: Ramil Beltran Subject: A Filipino Family Story (Book IV) 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 IV MY COUSIN AND NAMESAKE, RAMIL Ramil is someone we Filipinos call a second-degree cousin. He is the son of my father's cousin. His father's mother is the eldest and only sister of my father's father. They live in another part of Manila but we were close to each other because, aside from being almost of the same age, he is also gay. In fact, we have shared a lot of experiences together. They are also worth telling but maybe in another collection. The incident I'm writing about happened around 10 years ago. In the early 1970s, his father bought a new house in Bulacan, a province north of Manila. Ramil stays there on his own now, driving two hours to get to his office everyday. He often invited me to go there, with a promise that he will show me around the 'interesting' places. However, I couldn't accept his invitation because of my job. One time, I attended a seminar in Baguio City. It ended one day ahead of schedule so I can use the extra day, a Friday for other activities. I realized that I could pass by Bulacan on way to Manila. I called my cousin Ramil if he was available that time to show me around his new territory. He said he is always available for me and will be waiting. True enough, when I got to his house, he was standing at the gate. He said he computed the time it will take me to drive from Baguio to his place and he reckoned that I'd be arriving any minute. He ushered me to his house, which was really big for a single person. He said it was intended for a vacation house for his parents. I took a quick shower to freshen up as he prepared our dinner. One thing with Ramil is he is a very good cook. At a young age, he showed so much interest in cooking that his mother let him help in the kitchen. Problem is, he also loved what he was cooking. So he ballooned into adulthood, weighing 180 lbs with a height of a mere 5 feet and 5 inches. He told me while we were eating that he spoke to his friend, a gay beautician who owns a beauty parlor in a nearby town. This friend will bring us to the place where we can pick up some men for the night. The same friend even offered one of the rooms in his apartment for our use. He added that we should go to the place at around 9 in the evening. So we left the house before 9 with me driving the car. That's another of my cousin's quirks, if someone else could drive for him, he would not drive. Not because he doesn't want to use his car but more because he was afraid that he might hit something or someone on the road. While we were on our way there, Ramil couldn't stop talking about his experiences with the boys in the area. He said that the boys congregate in the town plaza where they wait for gays to pick them up. He added they were not even 18 but they definitely knew what they were doing. I was getting excited with all the stories he was telling me, I couldn't wait to get there. I knew something was wrong when I saw Amor, the gay beautician, with his friends waiting for us infront of his parlor. Upon seeing Ramil, he ran towards us waving his hand. "Bakla!" Amor cried. ('Bakla' is a Filipino term for gay. While some gay men find it offensive, Filipino gays usually use it to one another as an endearment.) "We have a problem, I'm afraid there won't be any boys tonight." Amor told my cousin in rapid Filipino, not even bothering to acknowledge me. My cousin introduced me to Amor. He looked at me from head to foot and asked if I were gay. Ramil told him I was the one wanting to try the men in his turf. Amor laughed in an exaggerated manner, even throwing his head back, which sent his long hair in all directions. Then he apologized and told me that he thought I was Ramil's new lover. Amor explained that there was a gang war in the plaza the night before and starting that night, the village chief declared a curfew for boys 16 and below. He said there were some security volunteers in the plaza to make sure no one will hang around there. I asked him how the volunteers looked like. He said that most of the men were fat and old. I looked at my cousin who shrugged his shoulder. "Hmmm... they will do." I told Amor. "Are you crazy? Do you want them to stick their batuta up your ass?" Amor screamed and started laughing. (Batuta is Filipino for a nightstick; the term is also used in jest to refer to the male sex organ) "Well, I won't mind them sticking their batuta up my ass as long as they use the other batuta afterwards!" my cousin followed through. We all had a good laugh. I told them that I really wanted to see the men. So Ramil dragged Amor to come with us to the plaza. When we got there, my cousin was surprised to see that the plaza was well lit. Amor explained that the village chief also ordered to put some lights in the area to deter some people from doing illegal activities there. The place was typical Filipino countryside, the streets were almost deserted and it wasn't even ten in the evening. I asked Amor if the chief knew that there's gay activity there and he answered he wasn't sure. We saw the volunteers huddled in one area of the plaza. They were attracted by the sound of the moving vehicle and everybody raised his head to look at us. I told my two companions that I saw someone interesting. They both stirred in their seats and asked me where the man was. I pointed at one of the men who was standing separated from the group. He was wearing a white shirt and denim pants. My cousin agreed he was interesting but Amor was totally disgusted. "I want to take a closer look." I told them. I drove past the group of volunteers and stopped the vehicle infront of the man. I rolled down my window and observed him. He has dark skin; maybe he was a farmer or a fisherman since the place looked like a coastal village. He must also be in his mid-40s. He stands around 5 feet 7 inches, which is the average height of Filipino males. He was well built but a slight paunch was showing. He has almond eyes, which were typically Filipino. He approached us with a little wonder written on his face. "What's the problem?" he asked me, while inspecting everyone aboard the car. "I believe we're lost. How do I get to the main road?" I answered. He snickered. He said that we should go back to the direction where we came from and turn right when we see a wider road. He continued giving directions but I wasn't listening. I was busy studying his body. He has muscles all over; his chest muscles were straining under his shirt. His biceps were bulging in the folded sleeves of his shirt. And he has this bulge between his legs that I can't stop staring at. "Did you get that?" I heard him say. "Oh yes." my cousin answered. "Thanks a lot. But is it possible for you to come with us?" I flirted with him. I heard someone gasped inside the car. The man smiled and his dimples showed. He shook his head and told us he cannot leave his post. So I rolled the window up after I thanked him again. I started the car and headed where we came from. I waved at him and he waved back to me. I gave one last look at him in the rear view mirror and saw him joining the other volunteers. "That's quite a man. I wonder if he's good in bed." Ramil cooed. "You are crazy!" Amor screamed. "That's the village chief! It's good he didn't notice me." "He is? Why, I should come here more often." I answered back and laughed. "He's too old. And he has a big belly" Amor snapped. "I don't think so," I answered, "He's like prime beef." My cousin laughed. I looked at Amor in the rear view mirror. He was frowning. We brought Amor back to his parlor. He kept on saying how sorry he was that he wasn't able to help us. He also said that we should come back so that he can make up for that night. When he got off, we headed for my cousin's house. "Well, too bad we're going home empty handed." Ramil told me. I just shrugged my shoulder and said that the drive from Baguio to his place was very tiring anyway. But I added that I will need to 'finger' myself because all the excitement we had earlier that night caused my balls to ache. My cousin went "ooohhhh". "Let me see!" he grabbed my crotch and I almost lost control of the car. I snapped at him and told him not to do it again or we'll end up dead. He suggested that since it was only about 10 in the evening, we could still go to Manila and go to a gay bar. I told him I am not driving another 2 hours just to get a dick. He said I might get sick with what happened. I laughed at that. Then he told me about the time when he and a college buddy went out cruising for men and also went home empty handed. They ended up sucking and fucking each other. I told him how amazed I was to know that he did it with a gay friend. He said he and his buddy did it a couple of times after that. It was the most pleasurable experience, he told me. There's nothing like sex between two people who know how to please each other, he said that in a dream state. His story was turning me on. I was shaking my head in disbelief. Most of my gay friends are squeamish about doing it with other gay men. But there was my cousin telling me how great it was. I wanted to hear more and I asked him whether he had any experience with gay men other than his college buddy. He told me he has a lot of experiences with others of our kind. I was so turned on by his stories. The idea was already implanted in my mind; I must have it with him. I didn't dare tell him because I knew he would not agree with it. After all, I don't recall him telling me about having desires on any of his relatives. I will just surprise him till he has no choice but do it with me. When we got to the house, I told him I needed to take a shower. He said he wants to take one too. I suggested that we take a shower together. He laughed and said he's afraid that something else might happen after the earlier events. So he told me to go first and he will just follow when I'm finished. I went in the bathroom and brushed my teeth but I left the door open. He came in with only a towel around his waist. He was looking for his contact lens holder. I noticed he was wearing nothing underneath and so I made up a plan. I hurriedly washed my mouth and while he was still busy looking for the container I pulled the towel from his waist. There stood my cousin, naked and surprised. "What is that???" I said in a loud voice, pointing at his dick. It was the smallest dick I've ever seen. It was limp and in my estimate, it was not even two inches long. It looked like a stub buried in thick pubic hair. I also found out that Ramil had a botched circumcision. Although the tip of his cock was exposed, there was still some foreskin covering part of the head. My cousin was 'sungaw', a fate that Filipino men considered as worse than being 'supot' (uncircumcised). He didn't say a word but he was terribly embarrassed. He pulled the towel from my hand and tried to cover his self. "No, don't!" I told him. I approached him and took his tiny dick in my hand. My first impulse was to feel sorry for my cousin. I put myself in his place and thought how hard it must have been, in our society, to go around with a cock the size of the big toe and not completely circumcised at that. I started playing with the uncut skin. "Stop that. It isn't funny." he snapped at me. I felt the embarrassment in his voice. "How did you manage?" I knew it was stupid but I can't think of anything to say. "What do you mean how did I manage? It is working fine, thank you." he snapped again. I continued to play with the remaining foreskin. My own dick was starting to get hard. He slapped my hand holding his dick so I let go. "Go take your shower, I will look for it in my room." he said, referring to the contact lens container. "Well, now that I've seen it. I guess you've nothing more to hide from me, let's take a shower together." I told him. He shrugged his shoulders and he went inside the shower stall. I took off my clothes and followed him; I knew I got him where I wanted him. I turned on the water and let it flow on our bodies. "Wow! I never knew you were well-equipped." he giggled when he saw my dangling member. I took his cock in my hand and started playing with the skin. I pulled the skin and hid the entire cock inside. My cousin hit my hand. I looked at him and he frowned at me. I couldn't believe how comfortable he has become, letting me see and hold his cock. "So, why didn't you ask your dad to have it overhauled?" I asked him. "Overhauled? Hey, that's my dick and not a truck!" he protested. I snickered at my wrong choice of word. "What I mean is why didn't you get another circumcision. Your cock looks ridiculous!" I told him. "And miss all the fun? My hand job is double the fun because of that extra foreskin. It gives added pleasure." "And look," he pulled his foreskin to reveal the entire head of his cock, "Yours looks like dry wood but mine looks like a fresh flower." I held his cock again. The cold water made it even smaller, the head retracted completely into the skin. I remember he played soccer in high school and college so I asked him if his teammates ever found out. "Nope. They knew I was gay and they wouldn't want to take a shower with me." he giggled. "They were afraid I might take advantage of the situation. But the coach saw it once and he didn't say anything. Maybe because he knew I saw his erection." I asked him if he uses public toilets. He said that he acts normally; he doesn't care whether people see his tiny cock. We both laughed and sprayed water at each other's face. I took the soap and started soaping his cock. I worked on the cut foreskin. I told him it is widely believed that uncircumcised cocks are smelly and dirty. He laughed at what I said. He said it was a matter of personal hygiene. He said he learned earlier how to wash the insides of his cock. His cock fascinated me so much that I even asked him how big his cock grows when it is fully erect. He said he hasn't measured it yet. But he added it wasn't important as long as it gives him a lot of the fun and pleasure he wanted. His cock was hard as a steel rod but it fits nicely in my hand. Maybe it was around four inches. The head was already fully exposed, the skin tightly pulled back. As the running water rinsed off the soap on his cock, I went down on him and put it in my mouth. I was able to take it deep in my throat without gagging. I heard him sigh and groan. I stood up and soaped him up again. I searched for his butt hole. My soapy hand found it and I inserted one finger. He moaned softly. Then I put in a second finger. I raised his left leg and started to slide my fingers in and out his hole. He moaned softly and held on me for support. I took out my fingers and washed him. He searched for my cock and jerked my raging hard-on. Then he went down on me and took my cock in his mouth. I moaned softly because my cousin knew how to give good head. His mouth was warm and moist, his sucking so intense I felt some electricity flowing in my body. Then he parted my butt with both his hands. He returned the favor I gave him earlier. When he stood up, I told him that we better finish our shower. We rinsed our selves and then towel dried each other. We went to his room and continued our activity in his bed. He lay on his bed and I went on top of him. Our hands explored each other's body then I went down on him again and took his little member in my mouth. I sucked on the head and my nose was already buried in his pubic hair. I took it out of my mouth and started licking it. Then he moved underneath me, shifting his body so that we were in a 69 position. He took me in his mouth and gave me another intense blowjob. I also worked on his tool, making sure his little buddy will get a good head. I couldn't concentrate, however, because he was doing a great job on my cock. I stopped sucking him and started moving my hips, fucking his mouth. I raised his hips and looked for his hole. I inserted a finger and he moved to release it. I must have hurt him. I tried to do it slowly but he wouldn't let me. He stopped sucking my cock and he told me to get the KY from his bag. After I produced the lube, I returned to my position. He started sucking my cock again; he was quick to regain his rhythm. In the meantime, I put a blob of KY on his hole and worked on it first with one finger, then with a second finger. I heard him moan when he released my cock from his mouth. Without saying a word, I knelt in front of him and raised his legs. Slowly, I guided my wet hard on to his hole. He moved his hips to meet my cock as I entered his hot crevice. I heard him grunt when my tool was completely buried in him. I began to thrust my body, slowly at first and then increased my tempo. Ramil was moaning and grunting with every thrust, and that made me even hotter. I nibbled on his nipples, keeping my humping steady. Then I increased it as I felt I was about to release my load. His grunts became louder and I joined him when my love juice exploded inside him. I didn't take out my cock immediately. I knew he wanted it that way, I continued to fuck my cousin until my cock went limp and fell out of his ass. I realized it was the first time I fucked a relative's ass. "That was great. Now it's your turn." I whispered to him. I slowly went down on him. I kissed his neck and worked slowly down. I nibbled on his nipples making sure each got the attention it deserved. Then I worked down to his cock, which was already semi-erect. I took it in my mouth and I tasted some precum. I licked its entire length taking extra time on the head. Then I slid it down my throat effortlessly. I like the feeling of having his little member down my throat. Then I told my cousin that he could fuck my ass if he wanted to. He said he always considered him a bottom. So I took him in my mouth again and worked really good. I wanted him to get the best blowjob he could ever imagine. It didn't take long before he shot his load in my mouth. It was so thick I felt it moving down my throat. We fell on the bed in a heap. We hugged each other and locked our selves in a n embrace. Our bodies were sticky with sweat and we stayed in that position for sometime. I pulled away from him and told him I wanted to wash up before we went to sleep. I waited for my cousin to follow me but he did not. I found out that he changed the sheets while I was in the bathroom. I lay in the bed naked as he washed. He was surprised to see me without anything on when he came back. He waved his contact lens container and said he found it on the counter in the kitchen. He took off his robe and lay down beside me. "So does that mean we'll be doing this more often?" he whispered to my ear. We laughed. I closed my eyes and drifted to dreamland. It was already late when I woke up the following day. We spent the rest of the day talking about our sexual experiences. Then I asked him if he had any experience with his other male relatives. He shook his head. I asked him if he fantasized about making out with any of the men in the family. He stopped for a while and tried to think of it. Then he smiled shyly. "Well, I must admit that I got this strange sexual attraction towards your Uncle Gusting." I almost fell from my chair and tried hard not to laugh. At the time I was so attracted to Uncle Gusting that I was plotting ways to get him have sex with me. "How about you?" he asked. "Well, I am also attracted to Uncle Gusting." I answered, measuring my words. Then I told him how I saw his genitals when I was still young in Pangasinan. I also told him about how I got hold of one of his briefs. Ramil showed so much interest that I started to consider him as competition. So I asked him whether there were others on his list. He paused for a while and then said that he liked some of his cousins. But not so intense to make him go to bed with them. I giggled. I wanted to tell him about Vic but I stopped. I was afraid Ramil would find me weird or even sick. I admitted though that I fantasize about Vic and even Lolo Simeon. He was shocked to hear it but he later admitted that he is more attracted to another brother of Lolo Simeon, Lolo Cirilo. We both laughed when we realized that we liked the older ones better than those who were the same age as us. Then I asked him if anybody else in the family knew about his cock. He said he doesn't go around town screaming about it and none of his family wanted to see it anyway. I told him that everything would be just between the two of us. He dismissed it and said it was not an issue we should bother ourselves with. I left Bulacan after having a hearty dinner cooked by my favorite cousin. He said I am always welcome to his place whenever I find time to drop by. I promised that I would make it a point to see him when my job gets me up North. I've never broken that promise. -------------- To everyone who sent me his or her comments, thanks a lot. I hope you liked this story; it's quite different from the previous ones, though.