Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2011 06:11:38 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Little Indian Boy IV I do not read, write, or speak Tagalog. My use of it in the story is simply to add flavor. The words are accurate, however, their sentence structure or context are likely inaccurate. Please, just enjoy the story. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke as usual about 5am to find Sonny still cuddled up to me. He was facing away from me so his delicious little butt was pushed up against my crotch, his curved legs parallel with mine. Amazingly I wasn't sporting morning wood so my flaccid cock and pubic fuzz were pressed against his warm bare flesh. My arm was draped across his rib cage and Sonny held it loosely to his chest. My head rested on a pillow just behind his, almost in the crook of his neck and shoulder. And as I lay there I reveled in the warmth of his body and his scent, the light fragrance of boy. I didn't want to move. I wanted to just lay there holding him but my bladder and bowels weren't going to allow that. I gently pulled my arm back and as soon as I was free Sonny rolled onto his belly and hugged his pillow, still sound asleep. I raised the covers on my side to slip out then padded to the bathroom, closing doors behind me. Back in my room 5 minutes later I quietly pulled on a jock, shorts, and t-shirt then snagged the socks I'd worn the day before and headed downstairs where my running shoes completed my workout attire. Outside I went through a series of stretches then headed out for a run down to the river, along the dike, then back up along a trail that we kept cleared alongside our fence line. The dogs all ran with me, stopping here and there along the way to sniff, piss, or just frolic amongst themselves. I came out on the back road, stayed on it until I hit our driveway and headed up that way, stopping at Dave's along the way and chatting briefly. Back at the house I left my shoes in the mudroom and headed back upstairs to strip off my clothes. I walked through my bedroom door to one of the most glorious sights in the world. Sonny had kicked his covers down to the crook of his knees. He was lying on his belly facing away from me, one leg bent and drawn up. That delicious ass I spoke of was in clear view, arching up away from the small of his back to form a pair of glorious brown globes. The duskier color of his crack separated the gluteal muscles, barely concealing his core and out of that dark recess began the folds of his sac stretching downward where it culminated in a puddle of skin and balls that rested on the white bed sheet. I wish to hell I'd had a camera for it was a million dollar image of a perfect boy, of a perfect age, in a perfectly glorious yet provocative pose. I felt my cock stir at the sight, wondered what it would be like to peel those cheeks open and pay homage to the boy with my tongue. I peeled my socks off then dropped the shorts and was pulling my t-shirt off when Sonny moved, changing positions and facing me, the other leg bent only brought up a little higher. Sonny opened his eyes and saw me standing there looking at him and smiled. "Good morning Dakota," he said then yawned. "Morning baby boy." "You look hot as hell standing there in a jock strap. What a man." He grinned again. "Well, you look hot as hell lying there in that pose. It's possibly my favorite." "Better than this," he said and rolled onto his side to show me his rock hard morning boner. He reached down and squeezed himself then pushed it down toward his knees before letting go and tugging at his smooth young sperm makers. "Well, I don't know about that but I surely do love the other one too." "Why don't you come back to bed and snuggle with me then," he said coyly. "Because I stink like hell and that," I said, nodding toward his raging cock, "is due more to you're having to piss than anything erotic." "True," he replied then swung his legs out and stood up and stretched, his cock jutting out in front of him. That done he scratched his balls which were at full hang; came over and presented himself for a kiss, which he got, then headed toward the bathroom, looking over his shoulder on the way by and saying, "Yeah, you're a little gamey." I laughed then peeled my jock strap off and tossed it in the drawer that held my workout clothes. The thing had been washed after the last time I'd worn it so, like most guys, I figured it was good for a couple of wears. I went about straightening the bed covers and opening the curtains and stood at the window looking out on the valley and river, a sight I never tired of. I heard the bathroom door open and turned to see Sonny coming back into the room his cock back to its default state and swaying slightly as we walked. I loved looking at him like that, the brown skin, slender body with all the creases and crevices in the right places. He was a dream boy, much like Bryan, the Filipino boy I'd been with. "Okay, that's done, let's cuddle." I reminded him that I was still stinky. "Okay then let's shower then we can cuddle." "So, you like to cuddle?" "Yeah, I do. I haven't much of that in my life and you're a good cuddler Dakota, I like cuddling with you." He came right up and snuggled to me and I reflexively put my arm across his shoulder. "But you're right, you do need a shower," and with that he stepped away from me. I laughed and said come on then and headed back to the bathroom. Two minutes later we were rinsing our bodies under the spray. I elected to wash Sonny, the act of washing a boy very relaxing for me with the potential to become erotic. Sonny allowed it of course because it felt so darned good. "I love doing this Dakota," he purred as I massaged his shoulders." I moved down his back and onto the glorious (I keep saying that) orbs of his slender boy-ish butt. I re-soaped my hands and reached around him to wash his torso, the boy leaning back into me. When I got to his crotch I was surprised to find everything still soft and squishy but it didn't stay that way for very long. I re-soaped again and moved to the side a little bit then went for his hole, rubbing my soapy fingers back and forth across the puckered muscle. "Oh fuck that feels so good," the boy murmured. My own dick rose up in response so when I turned Sonny around to back him under the spray our hard cocks had the opportunity to bump against each other. I peeled Sonny open and using my fingers rinsed the soap from his hole. Sonny had taken the hair ties out so it fell down his back, almost to the middle of it. I got it soaped, scrubbed and rinsed while Sonny's hand stayed busy stroking my cock and playing with my balls. I pulled him out of the spray, wrung the hair out the best I could then applied a conditioning moisturizer to it. We left it in while Sonny returned the favor by washing me and leaving no nook or cranny untouched. I didn't know which was more fun; washing a naked teenage boy or being washed by one. As Sonny cleaned me, my mind went back to that first night with Bryan. Interlude: I'd been out bar crawling in Olongapo with some buddies and had gotten totally wasted. Somewhere, somehow in that process we'd gotten separated and I'd ended up on a side street by myself. I don't remember much of that part except that I'd sat down alongside a building to rest a moment. I must have passed out because I was awaken by someone tugging at my shoulder. "Wake up sir, wake up," a voice was crying with some urgency, slowly penetrating the fog of my brain. I finally came to enough to see a boy's face about a foot from mine. "Come kaib'igan, we must go, you are not safe here." When he saw that my eyes were open he repeated himself, tugging on my arm for emphasis. I managed to stumble to my feet and with the boy supporting me, we began walking in the fading daylight, eventually making our way to a house with a walled yard. He led me around back and had me sit on a bench while he disappeared inside the house. There was barely any light, the area around the outside perimeter of the wall blocked on all sides by jungle so I could hardly make out my surroundings. The boy came back a few minutes later and handed me a cup and told me to drink it. I did and almost right away felt my stomach lurch and then I vomited, some of which ended up on my jeans and shoes. "Come, we must get you undressed and cleaned up." He immediately tugged at my shirt, got it off and worked at my shoes. Those off he managed to get me standing and led inside another area, this one smaller and enclosed by living bamboo, and braced me on a wall then worked at getting my jeans and underwear down where I could step out of them. He then had me sit again while he stripped off his clothes and got water going. He then sprayed me down where I sat, turned the water off and began bathing me and missed nothing in the process. When washing my cock and my balls he said something like dako but I was still pretty fucked up. After finishing me he washed himself, then dried us both and led me out of the shower area and into the house. Almost right inside the door he took me to a room that had a soft light in one corner, removed the bathrobe and got me to lay on what appeared to be bedding on the floor. I did so and before I knew much more the boy was lying along side me, also naked. "Sleep kaib'igan," he said softly and I closed my eyes. I woke sometime later with a raging hard on, the reason being that it was being manipulated. In the light it was easy to see boy lying there propped up on an elbow watching me while he was working my crotch over. He smiled at me but didn't stop. "Have you ever been with a boy?" I shook my head. "Not as a man, but as I boy," I responded softly. He leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the tip of my nose. "Would you like to be with a boy, as a man?" I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. The boy leaned over again only this time it was over my cock. He held it upright then lowered his head and took me inside his mouth. He continued to lower his head, taking in half of me before raising it then doing it again. I groaned at the feelings that rippled through my body. I'd been with whores that couldn't suck cock like the boy did. After a half dozen round trips he moved back up along side of me. "You like being with a boy." It was a statement not a question. I nodded my head. "I like being with you dako," he said and squeezed my cock for emphasis. I wondered how he knew my name, although he wasn't really saying it completely but it was close enough for me. There was a soft rap at the door then in opened and an old woman shuffled in. She smiled and nodded, said something to the boy in Tagalog, placed my wallet on the small table then shuffled out. "Salamat po lola," the boy said as the old woman left the room. "Your wallet," he said by way of explanation. I rolled into the boy and reached over him, grabbing my wallet and checking to make sure my ID was in it. It was along with my money. I put it back and moved back so I was facing the boy again. His hand went immediately to my cock, squeezing and slowly stroking me. "So dako, will you love me?" he asked. I nodded my head. The boy rolled away from, opened the drawer of his little nightstand and pulled out a bottle and small hand towel then rolled back. He shoved the sheets down, exposing himself to me for the first time. I say the first time because I hadn't really registered anything about him in the shower. He appeared to be about six inches long, fully hardened and of course uncircumcised. His body was smooth except for a small patch of pitch black hair at the base of his pride and joy, and that appeared to be clipped short. His balls were smooth as marbles and hung nicely onto a smooth brown thigh. He poured some liquid from the bottle into his hand then gripped my cock and slathered the top third, including the exposed head. He then wiped his hand on the towel, raised up and threw one leg over my waist and was kneeling above me. My brain then registered what he was going to do and before I knew it, he reached back, held my rigid cock upright then lowered himself onto it. The head pushed through immediately and the boy leg go and placed his hand on my hip, took hold of his own hard cock with the other hand then lowered his body slowly until my hair was pushed against his butt. The boy's head fell backward, a sigh issued up from his throat and a very thin smile of satisfaction appeared on his full lips. Then he began to move. He began rising and falling, using his hips and legs. Then he added a little undulating motion, moving his hips forward then backwards. He finally leaned forward and placed his hands on my chest and began to fuck me in earnest. I reached forward and took hold of his dick and began jacking him off. "Oh yes kaib'igan, love me, make me juki, make my juice squirt." I'd forgotten what it was like being inside a boy; after all it had been 10 years or more. The tightness on my cock, the expressions on the boys' smooth face, the feelings that were roaring through my body were all exquisite. I'd missed being with a boy and now, 10 years later; I knew where I was meant to be. The boy began moving faster and I wasn't sure but it felt like he was constricting and relaxing his sphincter muscle as he fucked me. He reached behind me and cupped my balls then squeezed them gently. "Give me your gatas my dako, put your gatas in me." He was breathing hard, moaning softly as he released and captured my cock, released and captured it. "Aaiiii," he all but cried out as his cock thickened against my fingers and a little stream of sperm shot out onto my belly. His orgasm caused his hole to twitch against my cock and a second later I released a river of cum up inside the boy and he continued to fire globs of cum on me. He moved his butt in every direction imaginable as we both came, dragging my orgasm out longer and his too I imagined. He finally slowed down but continued to move, apparently reveling in the afterglow. He finally stopped completely and slowly lowered his upper body and kissed me on the lips then lowered it further until he rested on my chest, his head on my shoulder. My arms went around him and I held him to me for a moment before rubbing his back and down onto his butt. I finally settled for just holding him and by then his arms were around my neck, gently holding me. My cock finally started to soften and he sat up, hoping that the position would keep me inside of him but we both knew it was fruitless, knew that I was going to come out of him and we both laughed at the situation which caused my cock to shoot out of his ass like a watermelon seed squeezed between fingers. He got an exaggerated sad look on his face, which I mirrored, then we both laughed and he lay back down on me and whispered in my ear, "Salamat po," and we just held each other for a short while. I felt wetness on my balls and knew that my cum was leaking out of the boy and he knew it too. He moved off of me, grabbing the hand towel from the bed and wiping his butt with it then my balls, and finally his cum from my belly. After discarding the towel he got up and turned the light out and came back to bed, kissed me on the lips and said, "Sleep now dako, you need rest for tomorrow." I gave him a questioning look and he smiled at me. "Tomorrow make big jig jig we suckee we fuckee all fo fi'dollah," he said in a parody of Asian prostitutes then laughed. "You sleep now, and snuggled up to me. Story: "Move under the spray Dakota," Sonny said, bringing me out of my reverie. I did as he asked and with the help of his hands, got me rinsed off. As soon as I was done he turned me back to face him then dropped down and put his mouth over my cock and began sucking me. Having his hands free made all the difference in the world and as good as he was at sucking, I again suspected that talent may have had some influence on the injuries as well as his current situation. He finally stopped and stood up and planted his lips against mine and we kissed deeply. I broke it and turned him around and backed him under the spray in order to get his hair rinsed. He allowed me that ministration, pressing his body against mine, arms around my waist to help keep me there. While I worked the conditioner out of his hair Sonny's hands rubbed and kneaded my butt and his cock pressed against my belly as much as mine was pressing against his. The job finally got finished and we exited the shower to dry off. As Sonny stood there, combing his long hair and trying to get it tied off I dropped to my knees and began kissing the cheeks of his butt, licking along the crack and gently pushing my tongue into it. When he was finished the boy turned to face me and I had no choice but to devour his raging stiff cock. Sonny moaned the rested backwards against the bathroom counter and moved one leg out farther. I took the opportunity to fondle his balls with one hand and still rub his butt with the other while I suckled and garnering louder moans. I stopped and let go then using my hands to direct him, turned him around again. I peeled his gorgeous cheeks open and because his feet were spread had clear view, and shot at, the sweet puckered muscle of his core. Sonny seemed to know what I needed and leaned forward, resting his arms and chest on the counter top. There was no hesitation on my part, I simply dove it. My tongue thoroughly explored everything there was to explore from the tiny hills and valleys that made up the wrinkled muscle down to the soft sensitive underside of balls which hung before me like a tantalizing fruit. I ran my tongue up and down along his perineum, from hole to hangers, missing nothing. Sonny moaned like a beaten dog as I moved him from hot up into a fog of hotness. It reminded me of myself the first time that Bryan had rimmed me. Interlude: My first rimming came at the hands, or I should say mouth and tongue, of Bryan. Somehow as a young teenage boy my friends and I had not gotten around to that wonderful practice. The morning after he'd brought me home I woke up to find him gone. I felt a little hung over but not nearly what I thought I should have been. I also had to piss like crazy, along with other morning activities. I sat up and noticed a large piece of paper that my wallet was sitting on. "Dakota, a toilet is just outside the door just for you." Well now, that was thoughtful. I stood and surveyed the room for my clothes and found none so padded over to the door and cracked it open and saw that it opened onto a small hall. At the far end a door was closed and as promised in the note to my right was an open door. I stepped out of the bedroom and quickly into the other room which was the proffered bathroom, and closed the door. The room was small and rather shabby but contained an old toilet and sink, both stained from years of minerals from the water. Taped to a cracked mirror was another note indicating that the toothpaste and still wrapped toothbrush was for my use. As I sat on the toilet I was beginning to think that my young savior was a patutot kelot, a boy prostitute. I wondered briefly if he was on his own or working for an establishment but quickly reasoned that it was the former and not the latter. Boy prostitutes were quite common around Subic Bay and Manila, most of Asia for that matter. I'd seen them on the streets and in the bars quite often. I suspected that more than one of my teammates had utilized such service on occasion which was more tolerated than accepted as long as it was kept totally to one's self. There was no shower in the tiny room so I finished my business, brushed my teeth and returned to the bedroom and lay back down on the sleeping area, covered by a sheet. Less than 2 minutes later the boy returned carrying a tray covered by a towel. "Magandang umaga," Dakota. "Good morning," I replied as the boy came to where I was lying, set the tray down and pulled the towel off. Along with a glass of what looked like papaya juice were slices of fruit, sliced Portuguese sausage and a couple of hot malasada's. I loved malasada's, a doughy ball that is deep fried then rolled in sugar or cinnamon and sugar or even filled with a chocolate or vanilla crème or custard. "I hope this is a satisfactory meal Dakota." The way he pronounced my name sounded like Da-ko-T'a, with a glottal stop after the T. I assured him that it appeared to be. The boy then picked up a piece of sausage and brought it to my mouth. My eyes never left his face as I chewed and the boy maintained my gaze. He was young, no more than 14, his face totally free of blemish or hair of any kind. Large dark eyes dominated the top third of his face, full sensuous lips with a clearly defined cupid's bow the bottom third. The two were connected by a thin, aquiline nose. His black hair was thick and full and grazed the top of his small ears. He was a very cute boy, slender like many of his countrymen. "What is your name?" I asked after he fed me another piece of sausage. "Bryan," he replied, his voice still somewhat high pitched. Many Filipino children have western names, a trait that is also common in Singapore, Malaysia, and who knows how many other eastern countries. "Does it please you, Dako-ta?" he asked, changing the pronunciation then, giggled a little. I asked why he giggled and he said that my name was close to dako which was a slang term for large penis. I had a vague memory of him using that word the night before. "Why did you bring me here?" He explained that I had been in a very dangerous neighborhood and that sometimes groups of men prowled the streets at night looking for stray American servicemen to accost. I wanted to know if he was a prostitute but considering that he may have saved me from a severe beating or worse, I didn't want to offend him either. "Do you bring American servicemen home often?" The boy knew what I was asking and I believe that he appreciated the respectful manner in which I asked." "I have, a few. My family has fallen on hard times. My father was drowned recently while fishing. We have little money." His head dropped a little bit as if shamed by his circumstances, one which was not uncommon, the need for money that is. I reached out and put my finger under his chin and gently raised his head. "Thank you for helping me." He smiled, baring crystal white straight teeth. He picked up a malasada and brought it to my mouth so I took a bite. He then picked up the towel and gently wiped the excess sugar from my mouth. He continued to feed me and we chatted, learning a little about each other. Bryan's English was pretty good which was fortunate because my Tagalog was poor. He would be 14 in 2 months; he lived with his mother and her parents along with a sister who was 17 and two younger brothers 10 and 8. He liked school, was a good student and passable athlete. His father had been killed about 7 months before in a freak accident on a fishing boat. His family was poor hence his extracurricular activities. His family preferred that he be with men and not his sister, who was also a good student and was hoping to attend college to become a nurse. When I finished eating he took the tray out then returned to the room a few minutes later. "Come, I will give you a bath." He took my hand and led me back outside and into the shower area where he stripped his clothes off and proceeded to wash me, again, not missing anything. As he washed my asshole he commented that he would like to shave me there, if I had no objection. I was a little leery of allowing anyone in that area with a razor but trusted the boy and gave him the go ahead. He had me bend over the bench and used soap as the shaving medium then used a safety razor to accomplish the deed. Needless to say the erection that I'd gotten from the washing was lost during the shaving. "Would you like me to shave your ba'yag," he asked, squeezing my nuts for emphasis. I declined. He put his things away and rinsed me off, rubbing his finger across my now smooth hole commenting on it. I watched him quickly wash his body, treating his boyhood parts with tenderness and smiling at me as he did so. "You still have your balat," he commented, pulling his foreskin past the end of his dick for emphasis. "Your fellow countrymen do not often still have it." I told him my parents were both doctors as if that would explain it to him. He finished, dried me off first and then himself, spending a little extra time on my genitals which caused a stir. "He wakes up Dakota. He will need attention." Bryan took me by the hand and led me back to the room and gestured for me to lie down which I did. He then knelt between my legs and proceeded to play with my stuff, bringing me to full tumescence. It had the same effect on the boy whose cock rose before my very eyes to stand tall and proud in front of his incredibly flat torso. He bent down and proceeded to suck my cock and again, took half of me into his mouth. I really wanted to taste him as well. It had been a long time since I'd had a young teenage cock in my mouth and I'd missed it. I reached down and took his wrist in my hand and pulled him, the boy following my direction to lay beside me. I leaned down and kissed him while my hand sought out and began stroking his rigid cock. I then slid down the bed and proceeded to do what he'd done to me, moving my head up and down and bouncing his cock head off the back of my throat. I hadn't lost my cock sucking talent despite years of not practicing. "Come above me," Bryan told me, "so that I may service you as well Dakota." I quickly moved and placed a knee on each side of his head and went back to sucking his cock and fondling the smooth sac of balls. I felt Bryan's hands on each hip pulling gently at me so lowered my waist. I had just taken his cock all the way into my mouth when he peeled my cheeks open and began licking my asshole. I almost died. I had to stop sucking his cock for a moment in order to pay attention only to those feelings, those incredible feelings as the boy completely explored the entire area with his tongue. I'll never forget it as long as I live. Ten minutes later Bryan was on his back with his legs pulled back to his head and I was buried as deeply inside of him as nature would allow. I fucked him for almost 15 minutes, driving my cock almost straight down into his body. Bryan cooed, encouraged, pulled on my ass, kissed me, panted, sucked at my ear and any number of other things until we both came in a thunderous explosion. The boy almost screamed out in pleasure as I hammered him as hard as I ever had anyone, male or female. After I let his legs down we hugged and kissed then just lay there, reveling in the body contact. Story: "Oh God Dakota I really need to cum," Sonny panted. I left his delectable hole, reluctantly, and stood up as he turned around and melted into my arms, planting everything from his lips to his knees against me. When I finally pulled away from him I took his hand and led him to the bed. He went to the bed and sat at the edge and I pulled the lube out of the drawer, stepped over to him and gently pushed his chest, causing him to fall backward. "Pull your legs back," I told him as I poured lube into my hand then drug the middle finger of my other hand through it. I stood against the bed and told Sonny to put his feet on my thighs, which he did. I looked down and pink puckered muscle that I'd just left and wondered again if he would ever let me love him, to consummate our relationship in that time honored manner. I didn't dwell on it but put my lubed finger against the muscle as I wrapped my hand around his nail hard cock. I stroked up over his swollen sensitive cock head at the same time I inserted my finger in his butt. "Ooohh fuck," Sonny moaned, his eyes all but rolling to the back of his head for a second. I proceeded to jack him off as I finger fucked him, moving slowly in both arenas. It didn't take long to get the boy's heat up and that's when I started concentrating on his prostate. I'd grazed over it a couple of time, each time earning a sharp inhalation and a low moan. The most I spent on it the hotter he got and started moaning almost constantly. His eyes were almost closed from the feelings of lust that were controlling his 13 year old body and the expressions that played across his smooth beautiful face were classic. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod," he finally mumbled and he exploded. His prostate hardened, his cock thickened and a stream of sperm shot up and hit his neck. 2 more smaller shots landed on his belly then the gooey white liquid oozed out and down over my fingers. I slowed down considerable while Sonny simply panted, his eyes closed, his hand slowly clutching and unclothing the blankets alongside his body. I finally let go of his dick and gently pulled my finger out of his ass and quickly lubed my hand and began to jack off. Sonny opened his eyes and watched me with a lazy interest while one of his hand gently pulled and played with his balls. It didn't take long before I reached my orgasm and pumped jets of cum out onto Sonny's lower belly, his softening cock and smooth balls. When I finally slowed to a dribble I wiped my cock head across his soft nuts, moving the eggs around with the pressure while Sonny rubbed my sperm into his skin as if it were expensive lotion. It was finally over and I stepped back so that Sonny could lower his legs and we just stood there for a moment. Finally Sonny said, "I never shot cum that far before Dakota. I can't believe my ass hole could feel so good, what was that spot you kept hitting in there anyway?" I explained the prostate gland to him and his response was "oh man." He got up and we returned to the shower for a quick cleaning. "You really like my butt don't you, I mean my hole. That's the second time you've licked it like that. Does it feel good, like it does to me when you do it?" I told him I did like his butt, that I did enjoy rimming and yes doing it was almost as fun as having it done. He seemed to take that in for a moment then said, almost quietly, "You want to fuck me don't you Dakota?" There wasn't any indication in his tone that he was making a judgment in asking the question, he was just asking. I thought about it for a moment. "Yes, I think that loving you like that would be incredible. It's one of the things that guy often do, it's a healthy acceptable part of male relationships although not necessarily always a part of one. For me it's an extension of a relationship, an almost, final act, if you will. But you have to know that I would never, will never, pressure you to do that. I may well have you fuck me, if you want to, but having my cock inside of you has to be totally your decision. Either you will or you won't but if you choose to, you'll know when it's right for you, when it's the next logical step." As we got out of the shower to dry off he asked how old I was when it first happened to me. I told him I was his age then explained a little bit about my own early teenage years with other boys and how that changed around 15 or 16 and I was with women then that changed when I met Bryan. Of course he wanted to know about Bryan so I explained to him, what you the reader, have read. Sonny was a little aghast that I was having sex with the boy in his own house with his family in the other rooms. I told him I'd felt the same way at first but then I met them and they all seemed to really like me and I became a part of their family for all practical purposes. Interlude: After the incredible first fuck with Bryan we went back out to the shower, cleaned off, then returned to his room where we lay snuggled together on his sleeping pallet. "I want to see you again Bryan. Is that going to be possible?" He kissed me gently and said of course it was and that he would like that very much. I voiced my concerns about his being with other men; that I didn't particularly want to share him, to risk picking up an STD of some sort. "I do not wish to bring money up at such a peaceful time Dakota for I am enjoying being here with you, like this. But my family needs the money to live otherwise my sister and brother or my mother must do this and I cannot accept that." I told him that I understood completely then asked how much men paid him to be with him. The number he told me, for an encounter of a few hours, was equal to only a few dollars U.S. He said that he only went with men when the family really needed the money and that overall, in a month, he usually brought home $25-$30 US. That amount of money had a buying power in Asia 3 times it's face value but to me it was a pittance. I could easily afford it, not just because of my pay but I also had access to a trust fund that I rarely touched, hadn't touched in 2 years. "Suppose I give you 50 US a month Bryan. Would that be enough?" He moved his upper body back away from me and looked me in the eyes. "Do you mean that Dakota? That is a lot of money. I think 30 US would be fine." I nodded my head in agreement but knew that I was willing to pay more, wanted to pay more. And it wasn't about the sex it was about helping his family out. At that point I think I would have given them money even if Bryan's body wasn't part of the deal. He kissed me again then rested his head against my chest. "I would be with you for nothing if it weren't for my family Dakota. You are a good and kind man; you treat me very well, unlike some men. I will like being your boy." He hugged me for emphasis. Bryan either hadn't noticed or chose to ignore my body stiffening momentarily when he commented about other men not treating him good. I couldn't tolerate men who hurt others for their own pleasure or were simply uncaring about other's feelings. We made love again, slower that time, but passionate just the same. Bryan fed me lunch and we slept for a bit before I had to dress and leave. I pulled out a handful of pesos and gave it to him and his eyes went wide. "This is too much Dakota," he exclaimed. I shook my head and reminded him that it was our agreement. I kissed him and said, "Besides, you are worth every peso and more. You have no idea how much this meant to me, how much you mean to me Bryan." A tear ran down each cheek and he hugged me again and we stood there simply holding each other. We finally broke away and he led me by the hand out into the living area of his house where I met his family. To a one they were very kind, welcoming, and genial to me and when Bryan spoke to them in tagalong, the adults all came and shook my hand and spoke to me in their own language and Bryan translated. His brothers and sister spoke English and welcomed me to their home, the boys almost clinging onto me. We finally left and Bryan walked me to a bus line and we made arrangements for him to meet me the following weekend. Story: "Wow Dakota, that's a cool story. It's almost like you and me." I nodded my head, the similarities not lost me either. "How much money did you give him?" I'd given Bryan close to $100 US, the equivalent to a month, maybe a month and a half earnings for the average Filipino worker. We had walked downstairs bringing dirty laundry with us while I was sharing the story and ended up in the kitchen where I made pancakes and eggs for breakfast and talked about how the day was going. After eating I tossed the clothes in the dryer and washed the dishes and since we had some time to kill we shot some pool. An hour later our bags were packed and I prepared a bag of food and a jug of water for Snookie and we loaded it into the Jeep and headed out. I stopped by Dave's and told him what the overall plan was, we shook hands then I headed down the driveway.