Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 15:27:12 -0800 (PST) From: John Michaels Subject: Filipino Love - chapter 42 FILIPINO LOVE BY JM Email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one This story is my personal intellectual property. Any reproduction is forbidden without my written consent. This and all subsequent chapters are dedicated to my own Filipino Love! CHAPTER FORTY-TWO What a wonderful way to wake up! Ronni was lying half on top of me, his head on my shoulder, arm draped over my chest, his leg thrown over mine, his knee resting just below my balls, his soft, even breaths lightly caressing my neck, and his seemingly ever-hard cock pressed into my hip. Life just doesn't get any better than this! Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I was immediately struck by the almost overpowering redolence of sex! My morning wood throbbed at the sensory overload of hot, teen flesh and the heady aroma as a pleasant reminder of our lovemaking the night before. And even though I had deposited two healthy loads of cum deep in his hot tight ass, it was the first time that Ronni hadn't had to run off to the cr after we were both sated. I moaned involuntarily and my cock twitched, a bead of pre-cum forming on the head as I thought of my load still deep inside him. Our coupling had been intense the first round as we were both so aroused, and since my cock hadn't lost a bit of it's hardness, I had stayed inside him as we caught our breaths. His teen cock also remained just as hard, and it was at his insistence that we go for round two, the look of lust never dimming in his eyes even after a massive orgasm for both of us. The second time was much more leisurely and gentle, and we both were able to prolong the session for more than half an hour before erupting once again, the feelings just as intense as the first yet much more satisfying. I reached down with my free arm and began slowly stroking my cock. I was now so incredibly turned on, and I selfishly hoped Ronni would feel the same way when he woke up. I had been so caught up in my sexual musings that I hadn't noticed the change in his breathing, and I was brought back to reality when I felt his hand on mine as I slowly jerked off. His hips started their slow undulation on my hip, and I could feel a wetness as his own cock started to leak. "Mmmm. Good morning, my husband," he said, in his slightly raspy morning voice, kissing my shoulder. I turned my head so we could kiss properly. "Good morning, my handsome spouse," I replied after breaking the kiss. "How are you feeling this morning?" "I'm feeling like I still have a bit of an itch to scratch," he said, raising himself and climbing onto me, his hips positioned over my cock. "It feels like my husband has the perfect thing to scratch it." He took hold of my throbbing hard cock, and, positioning his hips, placed the head at his quivering hole that was wet with my cum from last night and his sweat. Once he had it aligned, he lowered himself slowly, my cock sliding easily into his already well-lubed hole until he was fully impaled, his firm young cheeks resting on my groin. He let out a huge satisfied sigh and just rested there, a look of pure contentment on his handsome teen face. Slowly, he began rotating his hips, my cock bathed by my cum from before. The sensations were incredible, and it was all I could do to keep from grabbing his hips and slamming into him. But even though I had been hoping for this moment, it was his show, so I let him take control. His rotating hips were stirring the cum soup inside, and it was a sensation I'd never experienced before. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned in pleasure, as the motion of his hips gradually morphed into a gentle rocking motion that increased until he began using his muscular young legs to piston himself, raising up until just the head was gripped by his tight sphincter before lowering himself until I was once again balls deep within his pulsating rectum. I could tell that my cock was rubbing his prostate, as, with every thrust, he let out a deep moan of pleasure, and his super-hard young cock would twitch, a large bubble of pre-cum pushed out of the head on each stroke. Faster and faster he went, until, with the shout of "Phil!" his rectum gripped my cock in a vice-like hold and began throbbing strongly, as the first jet of cum erupted from the head of his rigid young cock and landed on my cheek, just below my left eye, followed by five more of decreasing intensity, the last, landing on my pubes. He had left a trail of his potent young sperm all the way down my chest, and as the last of his cum dribbled from the tip, my own orgasm slammed into me, and gripping his hips, I thrust into him, my own cock shooting out jet after jet to add to the load still in him from the night before. This triggered a mini-orgasm for him, and a few more weak spurts landed on my abdomen. His hips continued a slow side-to-side movement as we both enjoyed the after-effects of a totally satisfying orgasm. Finally, with a deep sigh, he lowered himself to lie on my chest, his cum gluing us together as my cock slowly softened and finally popped out with an audible slurp, followed by a small river of my cum. "You sure know how to scratch my itch," he said, breathlessly, planting a soft kiss on my neck. "Any time, sweet boy," I replied, wrapping my arms around him. "Any time." We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the after-glow and the closeness. But, all good things must come to an end, as they say, and Ronni was soon up and racing to the cr. This last load I'd deposited in him pushed the limits of what he could hold inside, and he was now emptying his over-filled (Phil-ed?) bowels. When I could hear that he was done, I went into the cr to empty my bladder, which, now that the sexual tension in my groin had been released, was demanding release of it's own. Once finished, I joined Ronni in the shower, and we lovingly washed each other. When we finished, we dried each other, then, with Ronni in my arms with his legs wrapped around me, we went back to the bedroom and lay down, with him resting comfortably on top of me. We were just enjoying the closeness, gently kissing and softly caressing each other, the sexual element absent for the moment. This was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door, and I remembered that I'd locked it the night before. Ronni hopped up to let his friends in to use the cr, and with a pleasant `good morning' to us, disappeared into the cr, shutting the door behind them. I couldn't help the slight twinge of regret that our loving and private moment had been interrupted. It will be so damn good to get the additions on the house completed so we wouldn't have to have our privacy invaded. Ronni came back and got back into position on me. We spent a few more moments in loving communion, but I knew we'd be interrupted again when the boys came out of the cr. With a regretful sigh, I sat up, and, after explaining how I was feeling, Ronni quietly agreed. He loved his friends and loved having them here, but he, too, realized that with the present layout of the house, interruptions like this were going to be inevitable. We got dressed for the day, stripped the sheets off the bed – they were quite redolent with the odors of our lovemaking – remade it with fresh sheets and went out to get breakfast started. I have simply got to do laundry today. We're running out of sheets! I noticed that our young guests had stripped the sheets from their bed and had folded up the bed back into a sofa. No time like the present, I guess. I sent Ronni back into the bedroom to collect the dirty sheets from there, and going to the closet in the kitchen, put my load of sheets into the washer (and dryer) that were in there. I added the soap and had just started running the water into the machine when Ronni returned with the load from our room. Stuffing them in with the rest, it made almost a full load, and I closed the lid to let the machine do it's thing while turning my attention to getting breakfast going. We both decided to keep it fairly simple, since we'd be having the cookout later, and felt that a vegetable and cheese omelet with toast and juice would be just right. I handed him the loaf of bread (bread stays fresher longer if kept in the ref, especially in this climate) and dish of butter, while I got out the leftover broccoli from the night before, the cheese and eggs. I knew Ronni would enjoy making the toast, since he was still mildly entranced by the toaster. Grabbing a bowl, whisk, spatula and large frying pan, I returned to my station at the stove. I put the pan on the stove, turning onto med heat, and, reaching over, grabbed the butter and put a small slab in the pan, before returning it for Ronni to use, stroking the back of his head before turning back to my chore. He gave me a sweet smile and an air kiss, just as the first batch of toast popped up. It still startled him a bit, and he grinned sheepishly at me before grabbing it, buttering it and putting it on a plate before adding the next two slices. I chuckled lovingly at his antics as I cracked eight eggs into the bowl, added a bit of milk and whisked it all together. I planned that half of the mix would be just right for the pan and would provide two servings each, each of which should be an ample portion per person, along with the toast, even for three teen eating machines. After cutting it up into small pieces, I dumped the broccoli into the now-heated pan and stirred it around to heat up before adding the egg mixture. After about a minute, I poured in half of the eggs and let it cook until the eggs were fairly well set, then added a layer of cheese before folding everything in half. Leaving it just long enough for the cheese to melt, I slid the omelet onto a plate and started the second batch. Right then, Mario and Paulo emerged, freshly showered and dressed for the day, and came over to see if there was something they could do to help. I'm sure that at least part of their motivation was to speed things along to get the food on the table and into their stomachs as quickly as possible. Ronni told them they could get the places set at the counter and directed them as to where the needed items were. The boys set to their task eagerly, clearly feeling a sense of `family' and belonging in this simple task. Mario was just reaching into the drawer beside Ronni for the silverware, when the toaster popped. He let out a small `eek', clearly just as startled as Ronni had been that first time, and we all had a good chuckle over it, including Mario once he'd recovered. Our young guests were curious about this new marvel, so Ronni explained it to them as I had to him, and they both shook their heads in wonder. Everything was soon ready, and we all sat at the counter and dug in. There was very little conversation as everybody's mouths were too busy getting stuffed with food, including mine. We were all hungry, and it was only as the food disappeared and stomachs were filled that any conversation emerged. They basically wanted to know what the game plan was for the day, so I gave them an abbreviated summary. They asked if there was something they could do to get ready for the cookout, and it dawned on me that, if I counted correctly, that including Ronni and me, there were going to be fourteen people here – fifteen, if Josie managed to get away. Shit!! Where was everyone going to sit! Doing a quick count in my head, I realized we had the four stools at the counter, four chairs at the table plus the two patio chairs. Maybe there were more in the shed that I hadn't noticed. I asked Ronni to go take a look while I continued to plot how and what to feed everyone. While I was putting a menu together in my head, I went and switched the finished wash to the dryer. Normally, I would have hung it out to dry, but I figured that if there were game activities going on in the yard, that drying laundry would just be in the way. As I planned the meal, I knew there were twelve frozen burgers left from the last time, and I'm sure I put down another 24-pack on the list I gave Lorenzo last night, so that gave me 3 dozen. I'm almost certain that Sanie, Venus and the twins would all only have one each. That left a little more than three each for everyone else, and I'm sure that the adults, at least, would only have two, leaving plenty for bottomless teen tummies. I hope!! I'll make a large potato salad, since Lorenzo had gotten a larger bag than I had when I first moved in, and that, along with a green salad should be more than enough. DAMN!! I need rolls for the burgers. Just then, Ronni returned and informed me that there were four more chairs there. That left us two shy of what we needed, but I'm sure at least some of the boys wouldn't mind sitting on the floor. I asked him if he knew if the bakery was open today, being Sunday, and he said they were open only in the morning, so reaching in my pocket, I pulled out 2000 pesos and handed them to him, and asked if he'd mind going to the bakery and getting three dozen rolls and any dessert-type things they'd have to feed fifteen. He happily agreed, and the other two piped in to say they'd go with him to help carry stuff back. A quick glance at the clock showed that it was 9:45, so I told them to make it as quick of a trip as possible. Giving me a kiss on the cheek, Ronni and crew trotted out the door, and I turned my attention to getting the potatoes on to boil and the burgers out to thaw. I then got busy cleaning up from breakfast and washing the dishes and had just dried and put away the last plate when the boys returned. They had the rolls as well as 3 trays with 12 each of assorted cupcakes and had stopped at the 24-hour convenience store and gotten a large container of chocolate ice cream. It looks like we're all set on the food front. Since the potatoes were now done just as I like them for making potato salad – still a little firm – I grabbed the pot and emptied the contents into the colander I'd already placed in the sink once the dishes were done. When they had drained, I poured them back into the pot and dumped a handful of ice cubes on them to cool quicker. While I had been doing this, Ronni, without being asked, got out all the ingredients for a green salad and was busy putting it together, humming a tune softly as he worked. How I love that guy!! I noticed that while we were doing this, Mario and Paulo had emptied the contents of the bags on the island counter and were now each slicing the rolls in half for the burgers, quietly talking between themselves with an occasional hip bump and giggles. They were clearly enjoying themselves and feeling good about being able to do something to help. I hope they were feeling a sense of family, because I know both Ronni and I felt that they were. I glanced over at Ronni, and, once I had his attention, indicated with my head the two behind us. I looked fondly at them, smiled sweetly at me and nodded his head before going back to his salad making. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and looking over, I could see Lorenzo and...JOSIE! She was able to make it after all!! This is wonderful! She's done so much for us and put in so many extra hours on our behalf. I'm so glad she could make it. Wiping my hands, I went to the door and opened it with Ronni right behind me. Since I was between him and the door, he couldn't really see who was there, so when I opened it and stepped aside to let our guests in, his eyes grew wide and a big smile lit up his face. "Josie!" he cried, as he launched himself at her and wrapped her in a big hug. She chuckled and put her arms around him. "I'm so glad you could make it," I told her while shaking Lorenzo's hand. "How did you manage to get away?" "Our neighbors said they'd be happy to stay with my folks, since they hadn't had a chance lately to just sit down and talk," she answered, over Ronni's shoulder. "Well, come in, you two. Welcome!" I said, stepping back to let them in. Ronni released his grip on Josie and quickly came to stand by me as co-host. Lorenzo went over to the counter where the boys had just finished slicing the rolls and were smiling a little uncertainly, since they hadn't met Josie yet. But Lorenzo, knowing that something big had to have happened last night and not sure what, since they were here and not at their own homes, put his arms around. "How's it going, guys?" he asked. "Great!" exclaimed Paulo, with a big grin, which was also matched by Mario. "It could not be better!" "I'm glad to hear that," said Lorenzo "Yeah, our parents know about us and are ok," blurted out Mario. "Really? That's great, you two!" enthused Lorenzo, tightening his arms around the boys. "I'm so happy for you!" Paulo had flinched at Mario's declaration, but when he noticed that Josie was looking at them with a soft smile, and the hug from Lorenzo, he visibly relaxed and let out his pent-up breath with a whoosh. Ronni laughed and went to his friends, giving them each a kiss on the cheek. "Relax, you two," he said. "Josie is a good friend, and she will be a good friend to you, too. And always remember that this is a safe place for you. Always!" The two boys smiled lovingly at Ronni. "Well," said Lorenzo, releasing his hold on the boys and breaking the mood. "You've got a crowd coming for lunch, Boss. What can I do to help?" "There are four chairs in the shed outside," I said. "Would you get those out and clean them off? We're still going to be a few seats short, but I figured at least some of the kids wouldn't mind sitting on the floor." "I agree. That will be ok," he replied. "I know when I was younger, I actually preferred to sit on the floor with my friends. It got us out of the direct line of sight of the adults, and we could get away with things we normally wouldn't." We all had a good laugh at this, and I noticed a `look' passing among the boys. "Don't you three be getting any ideas," I chided with a wink. "Now that we know the score, you'll have at least three pairs of eyes on you." The boys moaned in mock-protest, getting another round of laughs, and Lorenzo went off to get the chairs while Ronni and I went back to our salad preps. "Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Josie. "I feel kind of awkward just standing around." "Why don't you see if anyone wants something to drink," I replied. "I know I could use a bottle of water right about now." The boys said they'd like a water also, except Ronni, who asked for a pineapple juice. Josie was just handing those out when Lorenzo came struggling through the door with all four chairs. "You've got a little treasure trove of games out there, Boss," he said, while leaning the chairs against the back of the sofa. "I didn't even realize we had any," I said, while putting the last of the ingredients into the potato salad. "Yeah," he said. "I saw a croquet and badminton set, and a box with a bunch of beach toys, including a couple of Frisbees." "That's great!" I replied. "That should be enough give everyone a chance to do something besides swimming. Let me get cleaned up here, and I'll help you haul the stuff out and see just what all we have." I was rinsing my hands at the sink when I happened to glance up at the window and saw Venus, Marcus and the twins heading up from the beach, followed by Jareth and Dhomz. "Ronni, your family is here along with your brothers," the last directed at Paulo and Mario. Their faces lit up and the three boys stampeded toward the door, flinging it open just as Marcus was about to knock. "Mama! Papa!" Ronni said, as he enveloped his mother in a hug while leaning over to kiss his father on the cheek. Releasing his mother, he knelt, and quickly had his arms full of squirming giggling twin cuteness. Paulo and Mario had managed to get through the crush at the door, and each was in a tight embrace with his brother. I could only see the faces of the two older boys, who were facing me, but I could see tears on their cheeks as the both fiercely hugged their younger brothers. I returned my attention to the others, and, after a kiss and a hug from Venus and a warm hug from Marcus, knelt down beside Ronni and the twins. Their grins widened when they saw me, and Sara was the first to wiggle out of Ronni's hug and came to me, wrapping her little arms around my neck and planting a big sloppy kiss on my cheek Not to be outdone by his sister, Christian wormed his way into my arms and wetted my other cheek with a kiss. Ronni was beaming widely at this, and I could hear a chuckle from Venus and Marcus behind me. Standing carefully with a kid in each arm, I turned toward Lorenzo, who had come out to haul out the games. "Looks like two armfuls of love to me," he laughed. "You sure have the right!" I said, kissing each twin on the cheek. Their little faces were wreathed with smiles, basking in the attention. Ronni came up to us, and after a quick kiss on each their cheeks, spoke softly to them. The twins looked from Ronni, to me and back to Ronni, nodding their heads. "I told them you have a meeting soon and need to get ready," he said. "I asked if they want something to drink and maybe watch some TV for a bit and then we'll eat and go swimming later." "Ok," I said, reluctant to let go of my two sources of innocent unconditional love. With another kiss for each, I set them down, and each taking a hand, they followed Ronni into the house. My musings were interrupted by Marcus. "I have never seen them take so quickly to an adult as the have to you," he said, with a soft smile. "You have already captured their hearts." "They've captured mine, too," I replied, with a loving glance at their retreating backs. "You two are remarkable parents to have such wonderful, loving children. All of them," I added, to make sure they knew I was including Ronni. "Why don't the two of you get something to drink? We should be starting the interview shortly as soon as the guy gets here." "Sounds good," said Marcus. "Any coffee, by any chance?" Venus swatted his arm playfully. "You can be worse than the children sometimes," she said, trying to sound stern, but failing miserably as the corners of her mouth twitched into a loving smile at her husband. "What can I say?" he asked with a shrug and a grin. "They have to learn it somewhere." As they went in, he put his arm around her shoulder and she put hers around his waist. This was definitely a family not ashamed to show their love. "Let's see what we have in the shed," I said, turning to Lorenzo. He had been watching the exchange between Venus and Marcus and had a soft smile on his face. "What a remarkable and loving family they all are," he said, wistfully. "I should be so lucky some day." "You will, my friend," I said, putting my arm around his shoulder. "Patience. Your time will be here before you know it." "I hope so," he replied with a sigh. "I sure hope so. Well, let's check this stuff out and see if we can find enough to keep everyone amused this afternoon." We managed to pull out the badminton set, which was still in a box and looked as if it had never been opened. There was a croquet set with four mallets and balls, the end stakes and wickets, and the assorted box held some pails and shovels for the beach, great for the little- and maybe not so little – ones, an inflatable beach ball and three Frisbees. It looks like we'll have something for everyone. We had just pulled out the last of the stuff when we heard someone calling Lorenzo's name. Looking toward the gate, we saw two men walking our way, one taller than the other, although the shorter of the two was BUILT! He was a walking wet dream!! In another life, before I met Ronni, I would have been all over him like white on rice! He was fucking gorgeous! But since I now had Ronni, who, to me, was the apex of male beauty and sex appeal, my thoughts on this guy were more clinical than emotional. There wasn't even a twitch from Phil Jr. as we watched the two approach. The taller one was no slouch in the looks department either, and I thought they made an extremely handsome couple. "Hey, guys," Lorenzo said in greeting. "Good to see you! Come meet our `host with the most'." As the guys came up to us, Lorenzo made the introductions. "Phil, I'd like you to meet two of the best friends a gay boy like me can have. This little runt here is Carl Tulbeo (he had to duck a playful swat on that one) and this tall drink of water is his long-suffering better half, Raymar Sarmiento (another swat from Carl, this one successful). Guys, this is the best boss and friend you'll ever meet, Phil James." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. James," said Carl, extending his hand. "I've heard some good things about you," I said, shaking his hand. "Lorenzo has been singing your praises," said Raymar, shaking my hand. "I'm really looking forward to seeing that `walking on water' trick." Everyone started laughing, and at that moment, Ronni came from the house. "Phil, I...," he started to say, then realizing we had more guests, blushed. Putting my arm around, I pulled him close to my side, and his arm wrapped around my waist on autopilot. "Gentlemen," I said," I'd like to introduce you to Ronni Martinez-James, the young man who is the main reason for this meeting. (HUGE smile from him at my using his new name) Ronni, this is Carl Tulbeo and Raymar Sarmiento." Quickly recovering his equilibrium, Ronni shook each of their hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you...again," he said with a grin. "Now I have names to put to faces." "And for us, too, young man," said Raymar. "I've always enjoyed talking to you when you come in my store. You definitely know how to have a conversation...not like most your age who come in." "Yes," agreed Carl, as he appeared to closely scrutinize the scene before him, with Ronni and I in a more than `just friends' clutch. I hope this isn't a bad omen. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled genuinely when he said it, and my sphincter relaxed – a little. "Why don't we go inside and see if we can find a quiet corner to talk," I said. "Maybe we can convince some of the younger crowd get outside to try out some of the games we just found." We reassembled inside and I got everyone's attention. "We're going to be having a meeting in here, so why don't you kids go try out some of the games we found. We shouldn't be too long in here, then we'll get lunch going." Jareth and Dhomz stood up ready to go and gave their brothers a gentle nudge with their feet. They were all soon on their way out the door, while Venus went to see if the twins wanted to go out and join the others, or remain watching TV. I knew that adult stuff wouldn't interest them if they stayed and would probably be glued to the TV, but evidently Venus made the unilateral decision that they needed the fresh air. The twins didn't seem too upset, and were soon chattering excitedly as they went out the door, followed by Sanie, Lorenzo and Josie. Guess they'll be the referees. Ronni had started to follow his friends, but I stopped him. "Since this is really about you, I'd like you stay. Ok?" He gave me his dazzling smile and nodded. Once everyone else left and the door was shut, I directed everyone to the salla. There was Carl, Raymar, Marcus, Ronni and myself. As everyone got seated, I asked if anyone would like something to drink. Raymar and Carl both opted for water, Marcus, a coffee (of course) and Ronni said he'd like a fruit juice of any kind. He and I went to the kitchen, got the drinks together and returned, serving each his beverage of choice. Carl and Raymar took the two chairs and the rest of us sat on the couch, with Marcus sort of in the middle and me in our usual spot at the end, with Ronni firmly planted on his seat of choice– and mine, too - my lap. I noticed a raised eyebrow from Carl and a small smile from Raymar as they saw the seating arrangement. It was time to get down to business. "The reason you're here, Carl, is that I need to find a full-time bodyguard for Ronni, and you have come highly recommended by Lorenzo, who has become not only my employee, but a good and trusted friend of the family as well." "Mr. James," said Carl. "Let us please first remove the elephant from the room. Ronni is much more than just a close friend, is he not?" "You're correct," I said, trying to keep my racing nerves at bay. "Ronni is my life partner." Carl again raised an eyebrow and looked at Marcus. "And as Ronni's father, you're aware of this?" he asked. "Phil is Ronni's husband," Marcus answered simply, saying everything that needed to be said in those few words. A slow smile spread over Carl's face. "This is a truly unique situation," said Carl. "Although, I must admit that I'd already come to that conclusion. It's my job to watch people and learn all I can about them. In the short time I've been here, I can see a deep bond and love between the two of you. This is not a situation of an older man seducing a boy. I can see the look in the eyes of both of you that this is something rare and beautiful for you both. And the added fact that it has the blessing of the father only confirms that. Forgive me if it takes me some time to fully...appreciate what you have between you. I've heard too many horror stories of older men and boys. This is the first time I've ever heard of and witnessed such a relationship where everything appears to be positive." "Thank you for your honesty and acceptance," I said, gratefully. "And I must emphasize that everything is positive. I have to admit that I also had only heard the bad side of the type of relationship Ronni and I have. I teach a lot of boys Ronni's age and a bit older, and even though I can appreciate their good looks or sex appeal, it never does anything for me, emotionally or otherwise. They were just your normal, rambunctious teens. Until I met Ronni, all my encounters were with grown men. But when I first met him, something inside me changed, and I found myself falling in love with him. I've never fallen in love with anyone before him, and it's only him that has managed to arouse my heart and my passions. I can't bear to be away from him, and I can't imagine my life without him now." While I was saying all this, Ronni was softly rubbing his cheek against mine "From what you've said and from what I've seen so far, what you two have is very similar to what I have with my husband," he said, reaching over and taking Raymar's hand. "My gut response to that is, the only difference between me and my husband and you and your husband is the fact you've had more years together," I said. "The love that each of us has is just as deep and real. With Ronni, I see and feel no age difference. He is my equal in every way." When I called Ronni `my husband', he pulled my arms tighter around him, turned his head, kissed my cheek, and mouthed, "I love you". "What Phil says is true," Marcus said. "As his father, I had grave doubts about Ronni getting into a relationship with someone much older than him. But I have seen with my own eyes the great love these two have, and it erased all doubts. Phil is now a cherished member of our family, and I couldn't be happier for my son to have found at his age the one who is bound to his heart and soul. Ronni is not your typical teenager. He is wise beyond his years, and his dreams leading up to meeting Phil helped my wife and me to at least try to accept what was clearly ordained for our son." Mention of the dream brought out the usual questions, and Marcus and Ronni fielded the questions from Carl and Raymar. When Sanie's name was mentioned, it was like an electric shock went through both of them. They had both heard of her `powers' and were clearly impressed. They were even a bit in awe to realize that the diminutive woman they had just met was THE Sanie Nunez. It looked, at the point, that any doubts or concerns either of them may have had about our relationship vanished, and the conversation flowed after that, finally getting to the main reason for meeting. "Carl," I began. "I'm looking for a full-time body guard for Ronni. With the scope of the business venture I have planned, I'm going to become a high-profile figure, and since Ronni essentially never leaves my side, it will be obvious to anyone with bad intentions toward me that Ronni will be the easiest way to get to me. I love him too much to want to see anything bad happening to him, especially on my account. We even had an incident yesterday where it was evident that there will at least be times when he needs protection." I then went on to explain what happened at the mall between Ronni and that rat-bastard Miko. I could feel Ronni trembling slightly as I went through the details, and Carl's face darkened with such rage that his body was positively vibrating. His hands were clenched into tight fists laying on his thighs. I saw him close his eyes and take several slow deep breaths. Finally, he took one last, deep cleansing breath and opened his eyes, looking at Ronni as his fists relaxed. While his body was now relaxed, he had such a haunted look in his eyes. "Ronni, I can't begin to tell you how every sorry I am that you had to experience that," he said, quietly. His husband reached over and put his hand on his love's arm, stroking it softly. He must have known what was coming. "The same thing happened to me when I was not much older than you are now. The only difference between what happened to you and what happened to me is, that...," he paused, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. ..."that there was no one to come to my rescue." We all gasped at the implications of his statement, and Raymar rushed from his chair, putting his arm around his love, kissing the side of his head. He'd most likely heard this story more than once, but it was easy to tell it still hit him hard to hear it again, as tears were streaming down his face. Carl looked at his husband with such sad, but loving, eyes and reached up and attempted to brush away the tears on his husband's face. The two of them continued to look lovingly at one another and, either forgot they weren't alone or didn't care, Raymar bent down and placed his lips softly against Carl's. Ronni let out a small sob and turned in my arms, placing his own sweet lips on mine, his face wet with tears. "Oh, Phil!" He sobbed softly. "Oh, Phil!" His tears and his words had nothing to do with the two of us. This was his pain for Carl's ordeal being made manifest. Marcus moved closer and put his arm around the two of us, his own tears streaking his face. Ronni and I and both reached out with our arms and pulled Marcus closer into a three-way hug that poured out all the love we had for each other as we shared Carl's pain. We finally all calmed down, but neither Ronni nor I took our arms from around Marcus, and Raymar was now standing with his hand on Carl's shoulder, looking at him with such love. Carl placed his hand on top of his husbands and squeezed gently as he mouthed "Thank you". Raymar gave him a sweet smile, bent down and gave him a gentle kiss before returning to his seat. Carl looked at our loving tableau with a soft and thankful look, recognizing that this was as much in caring and support for him as it was for the three of us. "The world can be a very cruel place," he said, softly, "but it's moments like these with the ones we love that can help protect us." "Amen!" Marcus said, with reverence. "Family and loved ones are what make it all worth while, and it looks like all of us are blessed with what we have." He then leaned in and kissed Ronni on the cheek, and took me completely by surprise when he did the same to me. I squeezed his shoulder gently and returned the affection, which, in turn, surprised him as he slowly smiled. "Thank you!" he said, almost in a whisper. We all took a few moments to collect ourselves and take a sip of our drinks. Ronni must have taken too big of a sip, as he let out a small burp. Placing his hand over his mouth, he blushed and giggled, which set everyone else off, and the somber mood was finally lifted. I proceeded to tell Carl about my business plans, the potential travel involved for marketing and what I felt needed to be done for Ronni once my name became known. Ronni and Marcus filled him in about Ronni's school, his football practices and games and his leisure time with his friends that included trips to the mall for movies, shopping or just hanging out with other friends their age, going to McD's on occasion, but mostly time in and around the water. Most of his friends preferred to spend their free time on the beach where they could just cut loose and let out all their pent-up energy without annoying other people. Carl then filled us in on his background. His rape, for that's what it was, at age 15 became his motivation for learning martial arts. He was determined to never be a victim again. He had studied several disciplines and had a black belt in karate and top honors in jujitsu and tae kwon do. He had met Raymar in the tae kwon do class when they were both 16, and it was love at first sight for both of them. Carl had suspected he was gay when he was 12, and had only just come to accept the fact shortly before he was assaulted, and that set him back in his coming out process until he met Raymar. He realized that his feelings for him were too strong to ignore, and the rest is happy history. It was during his training that he realized that he was interested in some sort of law enforcement and thought the idea of being in security would appeal to him. He found that he really did like it, and graduated the training with top honors. He got a job with his present company following that stint that Lorenzo had told us about with the young rock star, and had been with the company ever since. He also said that shortly after starting with the company, he had started going to night school for a degree in physical education. He said he had been motivated to do this when he helped coach different teams for his younger brother and friends and found the experience to be rewarding. He also figured that with a degree in phys ed, he'd have something to fall back on if it came to the time where he could no longer handle the more physical aspect of being a guard. He figured that even if he could no longer DO, he could at least TEACH. To say that I was impressed with this man would be an understatement. He had everything I'd been looking for, except for the age thing, and that could be overlooked since he could easily pass for 20, or even younger. He obviously got along well with kids and enjoyed coaching them, and his close relationship with his younger brother was another big plus. And from the easy way Ronni and he talked showed that they'd be able to get along fairly well, if not great. He had a winning personality, a determination to do the very best at whatever the task, and he was definitely very easy on the eyes. The combination of him and Ronni together would be a vision of eye candy that would put the average person into a diabetic coma! But as I sat here and looked at this gorgeous major stud, there was no more reaction from me than there would be from any other person, studly or ugly. The only one capable of turning me to lustful thoughts was sitting on my lap. And my mind began getting lustful thoughts, as Phil Jr. started to raise his head to look around. DAMN!! Focus, Phil, focus!!! Giving Ronni a little squeeze just in appreciation, I looked at Carl. "How much notice do you need to give your company?" I asked. "I'd like you to start tomorrow." Ronni turned his head toward me and smiled, nodding his head in approval. Marcus was also giving his silent assent. "Really? Just like that?" he asked, clearly thinking there would be more of a formal process. Raymar was smiling and nodding. He sensed, just as I did, that this was a match made in heaven, and I wasn't going to let him get away. "Just like that," I confirmed. "My life has been a series of gut reactions, and it's never let me down. I feel that it won't now, either. When is the earliest you can start?" "Today?" he asked, with a sheepish grin. "Today would be great," I replied, "but what about your present employer?" "Fuck `em!" he blurted out vehemently, immediately covering his mouth with his hand and blushing furiously. Raymar, on the other hand, was having a hard time keeping from laughing, and both Ronni and Marcus were chuckling. I, on the other hand, was trying desperately to maintain my composure. After all, I am his new boss. But I just couldn't hold it in. I started laughing uproariously, which gave license for the others to let loose. Poor Carl didn't know whether to shit or wind his watch!! "You really shouldn't keep things inside," I managed to get out between giggles. "Please, tell us what you really think!" This set the others off on another round of laughter, and Carl finally removed his hand from his mouth and joined us. "I was so afraid I just had the shortest job record in history," he said, smiling. "Thanks for not calling me out on it. I've just been so frustrated with my job lately with all the petty infighting and micro-management down to the tiniest detail that it just slipped out. I was actually thinking of those words but had a much more civilized response to your question that I was planning to say. That got out first." "You're ok," said Ronni, with a giggle. "I think we'll get along great!" "I sure hope so, little dude," he replied. Ronni actually swelled with pleasure at that name. Only close friends and big brothers use that term, and I really hope that one of those relationships would develop between these two, preferably both. "And in answer to your question, the honest answer is that I really can start now. They ask for two weeks' notice, and I have a little over three weeks' vacation time coming. They've actually been pushing me to take it so they can get it off the books. I'll call in first thing in the morning and request it off and give my notice at the end of the first week." "Welcome to our family," said Marcus, warmly. "Your life will never be the same." And he started laughing, which got all of us going again. Just then, Venus stuck her head in the door and asked if I'd like her to get the grill going, that the kids were getting hungry. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was almost 1:00. We'd been talking for almost two hours. No wonder the kids were hungry. Giving her a `thumbs up', she smiled and disappeared back outside. We all stood, and after shaking Carl's hand and welcoming him aboard, I offered alcoholic drinks as well as non, since it was afternoon. Everyone but Ronni opted for beer. He took a water, and with our beverages in hand, went out to join the rest of the clan. Thanks for reading. If you haven't written yet, I'd love to hear from you and your reactions to this story. That means you gals too!! And if you enjoy the tales on Nifty, please show them you appreciate their efforts at keeping this a free site. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks!!