Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2013 04:15:44 -0700 (PDT) From: John Michaels Subject: Filipino Love - Chapter 52 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 copied or reproduced in any form - other than for reading at this website - without my express written permission. This and all subsequent chapters are dedicated to my own Filipino Love. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO Even though our shower was extremely sensual, whipping up our already smoldering libidos into a white-hot passion, we managed to get each other squeaky clean, inside and out, without getting each other off, in very short order. We gave our bodies a desultory swipe with the towels, and Ronni launched himself into my arms, his muscular young thighs wrapped around my waist, his ankles locked just under my butt, and his super-hard and leaking teen cock pressed firmly against my own cock, which felt harder and bigger than ever before, my pre-cum flowing like a faucet. Our lips locked together bruisingly, our tongues mauling each other as I made my way to our bed as quickly but carefully as possible, not wanting to lose any contact from lips to groin. Ronni was grinding his hips, sliding his naturally- lubed hardon against mine, a squelching sound audible from the copious amounts of pre-cum we were both producing. We were both moaning deeply and loudly by the time I reached the bed and moved us into a comfortable and safe position (so we wouldn't fall off the bed if/when things got a bit wild!), with his head on the pillow, as I positioned myself between his legs, which were still locked around me, and adjusted my elbows and knees to keep only enough weight on him to maintain our skin-to-skin contact without causing him discomfort. I kissed him all over his face and moved to his left ear lobe, which I gently sucked and bit, causing my lover to moan as he tightened his grip on me briefly, arching and holding his hips until I released his ear and moved down to lick and kiss the tender skin of his neck just beneath. This brought another moan and a gasp, as he turned his head lightly to give me better access. I knew this was one of his hot spots, and lavished my attention on it for a few minutes before kissing my way around under his chin until I came to his budding adam's apple, gently putting my teeth on either side and running my tongue over it repeatedly. This was something I did on the spur of the moment, never having done this before with any of the others I'd been with over the years. Obviously, this was now going to become a regular part of our foreplay, as Ronni let out a loud "ahh!" followed by a hiss of air as he arched his neck in wanton pleasure. Somewhat reluctantly, I eventually moved on to the right side of his neck, giving that ear lobe the same treatment as it's twin before moving down onto that tender juncture of neck and shoulder, gently nipping and kissing my way around until I decided to start my journey south to his pert nipples. In order to do this, it meant breaking the contact at our hips, as I'd have to move to down to accomplish my next goal. As I started to move, I was surprised when Ronni tightened his hold on me with arms and legs. "Please, Phil," he panted, "I need you in me now. And I don't want to use that stuff in the tube. We've made enough slippery stuff between us to make it easy for you to get in. I know I can take you now with very little problem, and I want tonight to be just about you and me and nothing else." I knew what he was saying. He wanted our lovemaking totally natural with nothing man made involved - only what our own bodies are producing naturally. I looked into his glazed and lust-filled eyes but also saw determination. I definitely didn't want to cause him any more discomfort than usual, but I have to be honest and say that the idea appealed to me as well, if we could pull it off - or put it in, as the case may be. Giving him a quick kiss on his already swollen lips from our industrial-strength make-out session, I lifted my self slightly and looked between us to see if what he wanted was possible. I shouldn't have worried. Between the two of us, we'd produced what looked to be almost a cup of pre-cum that was pooled in the slight hollow on his belly and smeared on mine. I decided to at least try for what he wanted. "OK, Darling," I said. "It looks like there might be enough here to use. But a lot of that will probably be needed inside you. I'm going to make sure you're relaxed enough down there to make it easier for you. But I'm telling you right now that if I see any pain on your face or feel it in your body, we're going to stop and add the stuff in the tube. I want to try this as much as you do, but I will never cause you unnecessary pain. OK?" "OK, my husband," he said, with a small smile. "But less talk and more loving. I need to feel you inside me." I gave him a playful swat on the butt which caused him to yelp and giggle. One of the truly great pleasures I had discovered in making love with Ronni is the playfulness that will underlie even the most passionate moments. This is something that I had never experienced with my other sex partners. And that's just what they were - partners in sex - fuck buddies. There were never any emotionally romantic moments. We were no more than cum dumps for one another. And the thing is, that even though I was always looking for Mr. Right, it wasn't until I met Ronni -a young teenager - that I felt that emotional fulfillment that I'd been looking for and never found in any of my adult partners. Ronni is my first and only lover, and that playful undercurrent plus the deep love between us made our lovemaking so much more intense and enjoyable for me. And him, too, it goes without saying, since he was the one who actually introduced it into our intimate times together as well as our daily lives. I have never felt more alive until I met my - admittedly - underage lover, but one who had the soul and maturity far above and beyond any of the adulsts I had previously been with. The youngest, up until Ronni, had been twenty and the oldest forty-three, and none of them could hold a candle to this young man panting and writhing beneath me with impatience as he waited for me to "get with the program" as I took the time to gaze lovingly and longingly at him. "This deep itch of mine isn't getting scratched," he chuckled softly, pushing his hips up to get my attention back where it needed to be. There was that playful nature again, and I found my heart filling with more love than I ever thought possible, while the action of his hips brought me back to the moment. Bending down, I gave him a peck on the nose, which got another giggle from him, then lifted myself and scooped up some of the pre-cum that had pooled on his stomach. I was surprised to see that the cupped palm of my hand was almost full, and there was still an ample amount on his belly, with both of us still producing more. Sitting back on my knees, I reached toward his firm, young ass as he lifted his legs toward his chest to present a better target for my ministrations. And there it was! His almost slit-like anus, although not quite as slit-like any more from the almost daily use it had received over the past week-and-half. I reached forward and ran my finger lightly over the opening, watching it twitch and pulse. Gently, I eased my index finger just inside and moved it in a circular motion, knowing that a lot of the nerve endings were located there. Ronni groaned with delight as he slowlyly rotated his hips to maximize the contact and sensations that were beginning to rip through his body. I started gently easing my finger further into him until encountering the second anal muscle. I stopped there and began to slowly finger-fuck him. His anal muscles palpitated around my finger, as I could hear his breathing getting more rapid. Finally, I pushed forward through the second barrier and heard him make a slight grunt at the intrusion. Looking at his face for any signs of discomfort, all I could see was a slight and contented smile. I pushed forward with my finger until I encountered the bump of his prostate, which I then began to lightly rub. This elicited a gasp from Ronni, and he began pumping his hips in rhythm with my finger, as his cock belched a steady stream of pre-cum. Pulling back toward the opening, I made sure my middle finger was amply coated and slid it into the opening along side the other finger. Then I began a slow fucking motion, scissoring them to stretch the muscle before moving on past the second barrier. When I did this, Ronni arched his back and shoved down on my fingers, attempting to get them all the way inside with no signs of pain. This kid was hot and ready, but I wanted to be certain that he was fully and properly stretched before easing my cock inside him. As hot as we both were, there was no way in hell I would ever rush things that could cause him pain. I again began scissoring my fingers as they slid in and out, making sure to brush over his prostate on every pass. I was about to add a third finger, when he interrupted me. "I'm ready, Phil," he panted. "Please!! I need you inside me NOW! I'm ready and want this so much! You won't hurt me. Please, my husband. I need you!!" I was a bit reluctant, but I also knew that my boy wanted what he wanted when he wanted it, which was right now. Keeping my fingers spread as I slowly removed them, I also twisted them to try and get contact with all the muscles that would be involved. Once I had them removed, I looked at his slightly-gaping hole as it pulsed with need, the lips of his anus slightly engorged in readiness for my cock. I scooped up more of the puddled pre-cum from his belly and slathered it liberally on my twitching and super-hard cock, which was already slick from my own drippings. Looking at my cock as I lubed it up, I was positive that I'd added at least another 1/2 inch in both length and girth and felt a frisson of worry about whether I'd really prepared him enough. He obviously was content with the prep work, since he grabbed the other pillow and placed it under his slender hips and pulled his legs back by the knees, placing his eager hole at the proper level. Pulling back my foreskin, I place the leaking head of my cock at the entrance to his very willing hole, and we both gasped at the contact. I slowly eased forward into his hot, tight depths, keeping my eyes locked on his, looking for any signs of discomfort. I was so caught up in watching his face that I was caught by surprise when I felt my pubic hair pushed up against his firm, full and tight teen ball sac and perineum. A huge grin and moan of deep satisfaction from Ronni told me that all was well. And so began a night of the most intense lovemaking I had ever had or that we had had to date. The first round didn't last too long for either of us, since we were both so wound up sexually. It bordered on the animalistic, as we both thrust ourselves at one another. I made sure to angle my cock so that it passed over his prostate, and the stimulation for both of us sent us over the edge in a matter of minutes in almost simultaneous orgasms. Ronni's hit first, and the accompanying squeezing of his anal muscles on my cock sent me over the edge within seconds of the beginning of his. He gets extremely vocal when he cums, and it's a good thing we had no neighbors close by. Maybe I'll have to add soundproofing for the bedroom(s) to the list of renovations! Both of us stayed hard after cumming, and after a brief respite of kissing, licking and nuzzling, things rapidly heated up again for round two. This was a lot more leisurely yet just as passionate as the first time. I could feel my cock sliding through my first load, which felt like it had gone on for far longer than ever. There was so much cum in him that it started to leak out around the opening to his love hole, adding a squishing sound as my cock plowed into his hot, tight teen hole. Ronni met me thrust for thrust as we both rose to the ultimate finish, but because we had both just cum, it lasted for a good twenty minutes before I began to feel that sense of the inevitable. Ronni likes to have us cum as close together as possible, and, frankly, so do I, so I had tried to avoid his love nut until I began to get the tingling feeling that heralded the beginning of the end. It was only then that I made constant contact with his prostate, and as the feelings grew in intensity, it became obvious that we were both headed for another mutual explosion. One of the most wonderful things that I discovered about making love with Ronni is that between the contact on his prostate and the friction of our meshed bodies on his cock, he was capable of having hands-free orgasms. I've heard that a lot of guys don't get enough sensation from having their prostate rubbed to achieve orgasm that way, but Ronni was most definitely one of the lucky ones. He absolutely loved the fact that when we made love like this that his hands were free to roam over my body without having to worry about having his cock stroked to get off. The other thing that amazed me about him was the ability to have anal orgasms that would last until I'd have to pull out of him before he became too overwhelmed physically and emotionally. This had only happened twice so far in the approximately ten times we'd had anal sex, but it looked like this was going to be number three. We both shot our loads, again, almost at the same time, and as his began to subside, his body suddenly went rigid, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his rectum started to pulse wildly around my cock as I shot the last of my load into him. He had obviously really wanted this session of lovemaking, as did I, so even though my cock was feeling pretty sensitive, I was still hard and continued to thrust into him, as this full-body orgasm gripped him. A high-pitched wail erupted from his lips as he clutched me tightly, his body rigid as he rode this sexual high for almost a minute before I decided to ease him out out of. I gradually slowed my thrusts, finally coming to a stop still full planted inside him as his ass muscles continued to grip and throb around me. I finally slowly withdrew from his depths until the head of my now super-sensitive cock slid out of him with an audible "pop". His gaping hole was still pulsing with the after-shocks of his incredible orgasm, and some of my cum started to leak out. I'd forgotten to bring a towel and did what any loving husband would do in a situation like this: I clamped my lips around his hole and began tonguing up the leakage. Ronni screamed and pulled my head tighter to him as yet another orgasm tore through his body. This one, however, seemed to be of the normal variety and he eased his death-grip on my head as the spasm died away. This was something new and unexpected, and I wondered if it was something that could or would be repeated. We'd definitely have to see about it! At any rate, it looked like the cum flow had eased up, so hopefully, we wouldn't need to add changing the sheets to the night's activities. I moved up beside him, took him in my arms and began to place small, soft kisses on his face as he lay panting in my arms, his breathing gradually returning to normal. "Oh, my God!" he finally manage to gasp out. " I've never....I don't...You...Shit! I can't even talk!" He giggled. "What you do to me is unbelievable! I love you so much, Phil!" He turned his head and placed his lips on mine in a gentle kiss without tongue that still managed to convey all the passion. "And I love you, Ronni Martinez-James," I said, and felt a slight shiver of delight course through his body at the mention of our combined names as he hugged me tighter. "More than I could ever find words to say. And what you do to me is equally unbelievable. You are the most loving, wonderful and passionate guy I've ever known. You complete me, Ronni. I've never felt so loved or loved so much." We cuddled, nuzzled and kissed for a while. I could tell, however, that the intense results of our lovemaking had taken it's toll on my young husband as I heard him try to stifle a yawn. "I think we need to take a quick shower to clean up and get some sleep. I don't think we'll be able to top that last round, no matter how much we try," I said to him, stroking the side of his face,as he snuggled in closer, if that were possible. "I really wanted to give myself to you all night," he replied while trying to stifle another yawn. "But I think that last time was a whole night's worth of loving all at once, and I am a little sleepy." "A little?" I chuckled. "It looks like you can barely keep your eyes open. C'mon. Let's hit the shower and get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow, you, especially. You're going to have to try and convince your lola to get some rest and let others help. From what we've heard, that's going to take a lot of convincing." "I think she'll listen to me," he said with a chuckle. "I can be just as stubborn as she can. Where do you think I learned it?" "Then I guess the woman doesn't stand a chance against you," I laughed. "Let's get that shower and get some rest." With another squeeze and a kiss, we climbed out of bed and into the shower, which was just that, with a minimum of playing around. Ten minutes later found us snuggled together in bed, and I think we were both down for the count by the time our heads hit the pillow. As my eyes slowly gained focus, I glanced at the bedside clock and noticed that it was a little after 7AM. It was a good thing that we didn't end up in an all-nighter, and I smiled, thinking of our lovemaking last night. I marveled at how very blessed I was to have found the one guy who could fill my life with such love, and I felt my heart literally flutter as I gazed at the head of my 14-almost-15 year-old lover resting in sleep on my shoulder. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I could feel such peace, such contentment, such love! As I lay there with my young love in my arms, I wished we could stay like this forever, but I knew I'd have to be on that damn plane in three days, separating us, and causing both of us an anguish we'd both been trying hard not to show each other. At least we'd managed to put together an excellent support team for Ronni, but the one thing that I would never say to him was that there would be no support team for me while I was away. I was going to have to manage on my own, and frankly, it scare the hell out of me! That would be way too much to add to the burden he was already carrying on his young shoulders, and I knew that, while it was going to be really a rough time for me, I had the greatest incentive in the world to get through it and get back here as quickly as possible. I felt Ronni begin to stir and his breathing changed slightly, indicating that he was waking up. I shoved my dark thoughts as deep as possible and kissed the top of his head. "Good morning, Darling," I said quietly. "G'morning, my Phil," he mumbled, as he snuggled closer. How the hell was I going to be able to get through six or so weeks without this?!? Damn!!!! This was going to be a rough time for both of us. "I don't know how I'm going to get through this either, my love," he said softly, as he kissed my shoulder. "But we will, and we'll have a long wonderful life together." Shit!!! Can he read me that well? I thought I'd been doing a pretty decent job of keeping those thoughts from him. But he IS his lola's grandson. Guess that sort of thing runs in the family - something I'm going to have to get used to. One thing I've come to know about Ronni is that he's a fairly well-grounded individual, and maybe this ability of his will be a way to keep me grounded as well. "Don't worry," he said, with a soft chuckle. "I can't read your mind. Only your heart, because it is part of mine, just like mine is a part of yours." "It would be OK with me if you could read my mind," I replied, giving him a gentle squeeze. "Every thought and everything in my heart always includes you, so I have no secrets to hide from you." "Yes you do," he said, giving my left nipple a light pinch. "I know you are feeling bad about leaving and don't have people back there who can help you like the ones we have here who can help me when you're away. But we will have the cell phone and the computer to keep in touch every day, and I will share my support with you. It's going to be a hard time, but we will get through it together, even if it is using computers and stuff." Oh, FUCK!!!!!!! That did it! All the anguish that had been building burst out in a flood of tears as I clung to my Ronni - my life preserver - sobbing uncontrollably. He kissed my tear-stained cheeks and stroked my hair soothingly as silent tears also coursed down his own cheeks, but he had a sweet smile on his face that never waivered. "It's OK, my Phil," he said. "You need to get this out now so you can face our time apart a little stronger. My lola says that we have to cry sometimes when we are so happy, but that we also need to cry when we hurt. Your tears are taking out some of the hurt to make it a little easier." "You have a very wise lola who has helped raise a very wise grandson," I said, once I got my breathing and voice under control. We lay, entwined together, for about 10 minutes until I heard a rumble from Ronni's stomach. That effectively broke the last of the tensions as, with a final kiss, we climbed out of bed and headed to the cr to take care of business and get started on our day. Once showered and dressed, we both decided that a light, easy breakfast was in order, so while Ronni got out the cereal, juice and some fruit, I started a cup of coffee and called Josie while waiting for it to finish. I wanted to see if she could meet me at the bank, figuring that she would be able to expedite setting up the construction account, since she was not only a native, but also a customer at that particular bank. I was pleasantly surprised when she informed me that she'd already arranged her schedule so that she could meet me at the bank, echoing my own thoughts about helping make the transaction easier. After agreeing that she'd be picking us up at about 8:45 to make the 9AM bank opening, I hung up and joined Ronni at the counter, where he had everything set out, including my coffee. We talked about our plans for the day, spending most of our talk on the pending hospital visit. I had no idea what Ronald had in mind when he asked me to meet him, but I didn't get any bad vibes from it. After all, he is Sanie's son, and therefore another family member I'd get a chance to know better. We had just finished breakfast and clean-up when Josie arrived. Perfect timing! We had a few minutes, so I offered her a cup of coffee, but she said she was fine and that we should get going as traffic would most likely be heavy this time of the morning. So, we walked out to her car and headed for the bank. Josie was right. Traffic was extremely congested, but we managed to pull up to the bank a few minutes before 9:00, although I thought at several points I'd need to go home to change my shorts with the way she maneuvered her car through the mayhem. It really made me stop and think very seriously whether or not I'd want to drive my own car around here. Our bank business took less time than I thought it would. I don't know if it was Josie's presence or the fact that they were getting a chance to have such a large depositor as myself as a customer, but the paperwork and money transfer all went through without a hitch in fairly short order. We were in and out of the bank in a little over half an hour, and I didn't think Ronni's eyes could get any larger as he saw us dealing with, what was to him, a small fortune, but at least he didn't freak out this time. Maybe he's getting more accepting to the fact that we have money - a lot of it! It seemed that the traffic going home was much worse, and it took us twice as long as the trip to the bank had taken. We got home a little after 10:00, leaving us about an hour until Rey Baldo was to show up. Josie said she had to run back to the office for a bit but would be back with the key so we could give Rey a tour of the house next door. Ronni and I settled down on the sofa, with him on my lap, of course, to watch some TV to pass the time. I don't think either of us bothered with watching anything, as we were too into each other. We spent the time cuddling and giving each other small kisses while talking about mundane things, like his school, soccer - sorry! Football! His friends and family, especially about the new relationships of his friends. The time went by all too quickly, and our chatting was interrupted by a knock on the door. Rey Baldo had arrived. Ronni and I went to the door to let our visitor in and had just finished the round of introductions and handshakes when a rather breathless Josie arrived, apologizing for being late. After assuring her that her timing was perfect, we got everyone settled in the salla and took drink orders. Ronni said he'd get what we wanted and was just heading for the kitchen when there was another knock at the door. He opened the door to find Paulo and Mario standing there. Once they noticed we had company, they said they'd be back later, but at my insistence, they were invited in and asked to stay for lunch. Since he'd pretty much heard everything before, Ronni joined his friends at the dining table, after getting our drinks, while Rey and I began discussing the renovations. Just as we were getting started, though, Rey put up his hand to stop me. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to be rude, but I have a confession to make. After he left here last night, Marty stopped at my house and told me everything about what you want to have done here. He even drew up a rough plan for the additions you want on this house, so I can easily see what needs to be done. He also told me about hiring all three of us and our crews to get it done quicker, with Mark as general contractor and project boss, and Mark actually called me earlier this morning to tell me the same things that Marty had. So, basically, if you'll have me, I'd be very pleased to become a part of this project. With the three of us working together, I think you will be extremely pleased with the results." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "You certainly cut to the chase and saved us some time, which for us, would have been pretty repetitive. Thanks. And your reputation precedes you, so if you are willing to work under the conditions we've already pretty much laid out, then welcome aboard!" We both stood and shook hands, effectively sealing the deal and putting a major component of the project to rest. I noticed that Ronni had set up his laptop, and Mario and Paulo seemed to engrossed in a game. As I sat back down, Ronni came and took his accustomed spot on my lap, pulling my arms around him. I noticed a raised eyebrow and small smile from Rey when he saw this. "This is also something else that Marty and Mark mentioned - the...umm....unconventional relationship between you and your young man here. While I find it....unusual because of his age, please rest assured that I have no problems with that, especially since it seems you have the total consent and support of family and friends. It has never been an issue with me when it comes to who loves who, and from what I can see here, this young man loves you very much." "More than I can ever say," Ronni said quietly while turning and kissing my cheek. We then talked some more about the project and my expectations for a completion date, which I hoped would not be too much of a problem. Rey assured me that he felt everything could be done on schedule but warned that it might involve some round-the-clock work, which would add somewhat to the final cost. I reassured him that money wouldn't be a problem if it came to that, and that I would gladly pay extra if it meant we could move in either as soon as I got back or shortly after. We then got up and went to the other house to show Rey around so he'd have a better idea of the scope of things. While we were walking through, I had another one of my spur-of-the-moment ideas and mentioned that since the main entrance was going to be moved to the opposite wall, that the existing doorway could be used as access to an addition that would house the majority of the security and surveilance equipment, thus giving more actual living space. Rey thought that was a good idea and that he'd mention it to the other two in case I didn't have time or forgot in the pressures of last minute details before leaving. I'm glad Ronni had decided to stay behind with his friends, as I know that any mention of my pending departure was painful for him. It didn't exactly make me feel any better either. We finished our walk-through and left, Josie locking up and heading back to her office, declining my offer to stay for lunch with us. She said she had a luncheon meeting and need to get back, so with a hug, she was off, a toot of her horn and, I'm sure, a wave of her hand, even if we couldn't see it, as she drove off. Rey said he should be going too, as he had to stop by his present job site to make sure everything was on schedule for wrapping up the first of next week so that he could start here by that Wednesday. We shook hands, he left, and I went into the house to get lunch ready. I fixed a quick and easy meal of sandwiches and soup, which the boys really enjoyed, and even managed to find enough ice cream for dessert. We had just finished with the clean-up when Lorenzo arrived to take Ronni and me to the hospital. I told Mario and Paulo they were invited for a cookout of hamburgers and hot dogs after we got back and asked them to also invite their brothers, if they wanted to come too. They said they had to check with their parents and brothers and would text me with their answers as soon as they knew. I told Lorenzo he was also welcome to join us, and he happily accepted. We hugged the two love birds, and they went off toward the beach, holding hands. I couldn't help smiling at the cute sight, and so were Ronni and Lorenzo. We then headed out to the car and headed off to the hospital, not really sure of what was going to happen there, either with Sanie or Ronald. Hi, all! Didja miss me? I hope so. Sorry it's taking so long to get this out, but at least it's weeks and not months like before. Hopefully things will come along quicker and smoother now that my life has finally settled down. I'd really like to hear from you all again, including any new readers, just so I'd know I haven't lost all my readers. And while you're at it, please consider a donation to help the folks at Nifty keep this a free and accessible site. Send what you can to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks!