My Filipino friend.

 

By boys in the hood.

 

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This story is about a boy who moves to the Philippines with his father. This story will be about the boy learning new things living in Manila.

 

Copyright 2015. Boys in the hood.

 

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**Authors note**

Please understand that I am dyslexic and my only help is the grammar and spelling helper. Please do not abuse me for the way I write. I can't help the way I am.

Thank you

Max.

 

Chapter 1 The beginning.

 

My name is Conner and I live in Oregon. I'm 13 and I am going to be moving to the Philippines. Yes my dad is the new owner of the central bank there. I don't know much about the Philippines but dad said it will be a nice change living in a new country.

 

I am 5 foot 5 inches tall, a slim build with brown hair and grey eyes. Oh yes I'm circumcised. I don't know why I am telling you that but I thought you might want to know what I have down there.

 

My dad was busy finishing packing our clothes and other stuff we needed to move to Manila.

 

"Conner, let's go son, the cab will be here any minute." Dad said and I grabbed my hand luggage and suitcase ready to put it into the taxi.

 

Dad had sent all of our shipping boxes to our new home. I was sad to leave all my friends but I had to do what my dad asked of me.

 

The cab arrived and we took off to the international airport ready to fly to the Philippines. "Dad, can I buy some candy please." I asked my dad. He gave me $20 for me to spend at the duty free shop.

 

U.S Air flight 322 was ready to take us to our new country and I was a little afraid but dad said I would adjust to a new lifestyle.

 

We arrived in Manila and boy was it hot and stinky. It sure was different to where I lived before but now I was sweating like a pig.

 

"Son, we will be in our new home soon and I know it's hot but you will get used to it." Dad grinned and patted me on the head. A driver came and took our luggage and brought us to a black limo.

 

"So where are we living dad." I asked him. "It's just 20 minutes from the city; it's a nice house with lots of air-con so you will be cool in the house." Dad said. We arrived and wow it was a big house.

 

Dad told me to grab my bags and wait by the front door as he had to sort out the keys to the door. A few kids on bikes road past the house and they were nice looking boys. All white teeth and brown skins.

 

The house was in an area called Malate just 20 minutes from the city and it was a nice area. The house was brick and 2 stories tall. Dad got the house from his older brother who had died a few months ago and that is why we moved here as dad was given the bank and the house in my uncle's will.

 

Dad was a manager of our local bank so he knew how to run a bank. The money here is the peso. They are 100 centavos to a peso. 1.000, 500, 200, 100, 50, 20, 10 and 5 notes. I was going to have a few moments dealing with this new money but dad being a banker would quickly get me up to speed when dealing with this new money.

 

"Son, your room is over here, just down from my room.' Dad said and pointed to my new room. My bed was already in there and so was most of my furniture. We had been staying in a rented house before we sent all of our belongings to our new house.

 

"Ok son, get unpacked and sort out your clothes and then we can have something to eat." Dad told me. The air-con was now flowing through the house and it felt good to be cool again. After I had made my bed and sorted out my clothes I found my dad in his room and he had just finished unpacking.

 

"Well son, welcome to the Philippines, we have a cook and she will be here soon and then we can have some lunch." dad smiled. "Um dad, what do they eat over here." I asked him not knowing what the food was like over here.

 

"Well son, let' see, they eat a lot of rice and adobo, that's chicken or pork. Also they eat pig that is spit –roasted and that is called Lechon and that is tasty. They also eat crispy pig knuckles called pata.

 

"Um- do they have any normal food?" I asked dad. `Yes, they have grilled chicken, it's grilled and served with garlic rice and that is what my brother said was one of the best grilled chickens he has ever eaten." Dad grinned.

 

"That's sounds cool, what else do they have here." I asked. "Ok, they have Tapa's that are eaten for breakfast, its meat marinated beef served with a fried egg and garlic rice so we have to try that one." dad informed me.

 

Just then a knock on the door told us that our cook was here and ready to cook for us. Dad went to see her and brought her to the kitchen and quickly sorted out what food we needed there. The cooks name was Imelda Emanate and she looked about 30 years old.

 

"Good afternoon, I am your cook and will be here to serve you." Imelda said. She told us about herself saying that her first name was given to her by a women who was being looked after by her own mother. She said we needed some items that were not in the fridge or in the cupboards and said she would go shopping for us.

 

Dad handed her about $100 worth of U.S dollars to go and buy what we needed. Dad said that he had checked all who would be working for him via the government department of works and found out all about his new employees and said that Imelda was reliable and could be trusted.

 

One hour later Imelda reappeared and she had a cute looking boy aged 12 standing next to her with his arms full of paper bags. "This is my boy Rizal; he will help out in the garden as you asked for someone to do the gardening so I asked if he could help out." Imelda said.

 

"He looks strong Imelda, so let's get things going as I am hungry and looking forward to see what you can cook for us.' dad grinned. I was checking out Rizal, he was a little smaller than me, he was a light brown skinned boy and had black hair. His eyes were a dark brown in color.

 

"Hi, you are an American yes.' Rizal asked me. `Yes, all of me is American." I replied. I watched while Rizal fiddled with his black shorts and adjusted his package and then went to help out cooking our lunch.

 

The smell of garlic soon filled the kitchen and then the smell of roasted chicken filled my nose. My tummy was rumbling as we had not eaten much since we had arrived here and boy I was so famished.

 

In 20 minutes I was sitting down at the table enjoying my first Filipino meal. It was so yummy, the chicken just melted in my mouth and the garlic was not over powering. Dad said he loved eating garlic and said he would have a second helping.

 

Imelda and Rizal were cleaning up and left us alone to enjoy our lunch. Later on Imelda asked what we would like for dinner. Dad told her it was up to her to decide on what to cook and he left it at that.

 

"Dad, is my bike here." I asked him. "It should be in the garage son, here is the key so go and check that it has arrived." Dad said and gave me the keys to the garage. Rizal was outside checking the garden to see what was needed there and spotted me going to the garage.

 

"Did you like your meal, I cooked it for you." Rizal grinned. His English was good, not like his own language that sounded like pigeon English. "It was good Rizal; your mother must have taught you well how to cook." I replied.

 

"Are you going for a ride on your bike?" Rizal said. "Yeah, just want to check out the area to see what's around." I responded. "You might get lost so maybe I can help you out." Rizal grinned and pointed to his old shabby looking bike.

 

It turns out that Imelda and Rizal just live a mile down the road from us so I decided that the best way to get around was for Rizal to show me around.

 

"Dad, I'm going out for a ride and Rizal will be with me if that is ok with you." I asked my dad. `Sure son, just take it easy as you had a long flight and have to get used to the weather here." Dad replied. Imelda said something in Filipino to her son and he nodded his head and then we took off on our bikes.

 

We rode around the town seeing loads of kids running all over the place. Dogs were trying to chase us and Rizal yelled in his native tongue and the dogs ran back to where they started running.

 

`You have to watch out for the traffic here Conner; it's not like where you lived in America." Rizal grinned. He was right, not one of the cars on the roads I saw observed the rules and it was scary when we crossed the roads.

 

Rizal kept telling me to stay close to him so that we would not be hit by a car. I was lost for a while until we started to head back to my house. I noticed a Mac Donald's and said to Rizal to stop there so we could grab a thick shake.

 

We went inside and the air-con was good and cool. "So do you want a thick-shake Rizal?." I said and pulled out a $5 American dollar bill. I had not yet changed my money into peso's so all I had was American money but Rizal said they would take it and hand me peso's in change.

 

"You want to hang out with me Rizal." I asked him. "If you like Conner, I can do that for you." Rizal grinned. His teeth were real white on his brown face. I was new here so I needed a guide to help me out until I got settled here and was glad that Rizal was going to be close to me.

 

I never had any idea that Rizal was a gay boy. He sure didn't act gay, well I didn't know what a gay boy acted like so I would soon find out later on. `Um, I need to pee where is the restroom." I asked Rizal. "Just over there Conner, I'll go as well as I need to pee." Rizal told me.

 

"Cool." I replied. We took off to the restroom finding the urinals clean and smelling fresh. I pulled my cut pecker out of my undies and began to pee. I don't normally go and check out boys peckers but for some reason I needed to see what Rizal had there.

 

"I see you are cut like me Conner, it's nice looking." Rizal remarked as he checked my white 4 inch pecker. I checked Rizal's pecker seeing that he too was cut and he had a cherry shaped brown knob. His circumcision was done differently to mine but he was cut.

 

A boy came in and stood next to me and he pulled out his uncut pecker and peed while he checked our peckers. "I'm going to have my tuli done next week. I go to the mission and get my skin cut off." The boy said and pulled his foreskin back to show how he would look like after his circumcision. He was about 8 years old and had a 2 inch pecker.

 

"You will enjoy it, just make sure you use guava leaves and chew them and put it on your pecker, it will heal a lot better." Rizal told the boy. I didn't understand much what was being said but Rizal explained what they were both talking about on our way back to my house.


I was worn out so after I put my bike back into the garage I took off to the bathroom for a cool shower and then took a nap. Rizal was busy pulling out weeds and doing a few clean up jobs in the back yard. Dad came in to check on me and left after seeing that I was asleep. He told me later on that he came to check on me to see if I was asleep.

 

I was dreaming of what Rizal told me about a tuli and what happens there. I was cut when I was a baby but Rizal told me he was circumcised at aged 9 and said it was a rite of passage to be cut at that age, if you are not circumcised in the Philippines you can be called a supot, unclean.

 

I was dreaming that I was in the mission hut seeing loads of naked boys having their foreskins removed by a doctor. I had never seen a mass circumcision but the way Rizal explained it to me I felt like I knew a lot about it so that is why my dream was so strange.

 

I woke up and found that my pecker was hard as a nail and I could not pee until it went down. After I had emptied my bladder my nose was now sniffing out a new smell and boy was it good. It was pork and it was baked in the oven and my tummy was rumbling like a volcano when I got closer to the kitchen.

 

"Sleep well my son." Dad asked me. `Yeah dad, it feels good to be in my own bad again." I grinned and found a spot to sit at the table. Rizal was just washing himself after finishing his weeding. He looked like he had a battle out there as he had a few scratches on his arms.

 

Dad asked me to find the first aid box and bring it to the table. Dad told Rizal to sit and he would clean up the cuts. `Thank you Mr. Summers, I could have done that when we got home." Imelda said. "Now Imelda, your son has just worked his butt off taking care of all the bushes out there and he needs attention right away.' dad grinned and wiped antiseptic cream all over Rizal's cuts.

 

Rizal was standing there and I noticed that his shorts were slowly tenting up. He was not wearing any undies so you could see that he was cut as his knob was poking his shorts. "Dad, it looks good now, I need Rizal to show me what he has done out there." I said trying to quickly get Rizal out of the kitchen.

 

Dad finished creaming Rizal's cuts and we walked outside where I told Rizal that we could see he was boning up. He looked down and he almost squealed seeing he was boned up and it was showing though his shorts.

 

"How come your not wearing any undies." I asked my new friend. "I was in my room when mom came to get me to help her go shopping and I was well- I was – um – you know- shit- I was jerking off on my bed and I had no clothes on." Rizal said and blushed that he told me he was whacking off.

 

"Oh fuck, so you didn't have time to put your undies on and you were busy doing it." I giggled. "Yep, dad found me whacking off in the bathroom and told me that my pecker will fall off if I continue to play with it." Rizal gasped. Rizal was named after a famous man called Jose Rizal a national hero of the Philippines in 1890.

 

"Oh god, my dad has seen me with a boner a few times but never has caught me jerking off." I told Rizal. I was standing next to Rizal and could see that his boner was still hard. "You need to take care of that before we head back inside.' I told Rizal.

 

He looked down and spotted a wet patch where his knob was and quickly turned around so that I could not see he pre-cum stain. "Hey, if you want we can both do it in the garden shed and maybe see who can squirt more." I said without thinking that was gay. I had never jerked off in front of another boy so I was wondering why I asked Rizal to jerk off with me.

 

"You wanna do it with me." Rizal gasped. "Yeah; if you want to do it with me." I replied. Rizal nodded his head and we took off to the garden shed and quickly dropped our shorts. I was wearing my boxer shorts and they were blue and had a button zipper on the front.

 

"I have never seen such a nice looking pecker like yours Conner." Rizal gasped while he played with his boner. I was hard in seconds and started to rub my helmet. I spat on my knob to make it slippery and then got going stroking my shaft.

 

Rizal was following me stroke for stroke and soon we were close to cumming. "Oh fuck, my first wank in the Philippines." I grunted and I spewed out a few ropes of off white cum. Rizal was mostly clear. He spat out two ropes of cum onto the floor and gasped each time he squirted.

 

We found some wet wipes on the counter and quickly cleaned up our peckers as we didn't want smelly peckers after we had cummed. We returned to the kitchen and dad said that dinner was now ready to eat. Dad surprised me by saying that Imelda and Rizal would be joining us for dinner.

 

Normally the help didn't join us for meals as they were the help but dad was not like that and said that Imelda and Rizal could join us whenever they liked.

 

After dinner was served Rizal and Imelda cleaned up and then headed home. Tomorrow Imelda would come to make us breakfast and Rizal would come to do some chores around the garden. I would be going to school in a few weeks' time as school was out for spring break.

 

I would be going to high school as they didn't have a middle school in Manila. The meal was awesome and I never knew that a pig could taste so good. I had a soda and dad had a beer. After we had finished eating both dad and I went to our laptop notebooks and sorted out our emails seeing who had sent them.

 

I had a few emails from my school buddies back home and they were asking me how my life was in the Philippines. I told them it sucked at first but now was getting used to a new life here. Dad was busy sorting out the paperwork for the new ownership of the central bank and had to go to the bank in the morning at 8.30 am to see how they operated there.

 

The next morning Imelda was in the kitchen cooking us breakfast as dad had to leave early. Rizal would ride his bike to our house after we had breakfast. He was looking forward to be hanging out with me. I kinda knew he had the hots for me but I never showed that I had the hots for him, well not just yet.

 

The pool man was busy sorting out the pool water as no one had done any work to the pool since my uncle died. It was not that bad but needed some work to bring it back to a normal state. I was in my swim suit as soon as the pool man said it was ok to get in. I was in a swim team back in the states and I missed being with my friends and with my swim team.

 

I found out later on that there was an indoor pool a few miles away and Rizal would take me there tomorrow. It was mid-July so all the kids were on holidays and would go back to school next month.

 

"Rizal, when you have finished come and join me in the pool." I asked him. "Can't do that, have no swim suit on." Rizal said. "Well go in your undies then." I told him. He nodded his head and in 20 minutes he had finished doing the vegie garden and undressed to his white briefs.

 

His mom came out and said that lunch was in the fridge and would return later on in the evening to cook dinner. `Get your undies off Rizal, I'll get out of these and then we can go skinny dipping.' I announced.

 

It was just me and Rizal at home as dad was busy at the bank. I was ready to see what Rizal got up to in the pool. I knew he wanted to feel me boy goods as he sure kept looking at my groin when I was wearing my shorts.

 

"Oh boy, this is so awesome." I said feeling my nut sack floating in the water. "Yeah, I go skinny dipping in the river with my friends." Rizal giggled. "That would shock me Rizal; everyone will see your pecker." I muttered. "No one bothers you Conner, all the kids do it and it's a normal thing to do." Rizal explained to me.

 

"Ok, but you won't see me in the nude by a river." I replied and swam to the deep end of the pool. Rizal was floating on his back and his pecker had shriveled to a small stump and all you could see was his knob.

 

"Wanna do something in the pool Rizal." I said and I knew I wanted to feel Rizal's cut boy cock. "Ok, what do you want to do.' Rizal grinned. "I was wondering if you ever fooled around with other boys as I have never done that before." I quoted.

 

"You never done things with other boys in the states." Rizal asked me. "No never, no one has touched me there except my dad, the school doctor and my mom." I said with a sad face. My mom had died when I was 5 years old and was killed in an auto accident.

 

"So where is your mother, no one has said where she is." Rizal asked me. So I told him about the accident and how old I was when it happened. He said he was sad to hear my news and gave me a hug. That hug made me tingle as I felt a lump poking my pecker.

 

"Oh god, you are hard Rizal, boy it looks so yummy." I grinned and quickly grabbed the brown sausage and started to stroke Rizal's hard on. Rizal grabbed my 4 incher and started to stroke me off.

 

"You know that I am gay Conner, I hope you don't like me now." Rizal told me. "I kinda knew Rizal, I don't care, I am having so much fun hanging out with you and I don't know if I am gay or not but this sure feels good having your fingers wrapped around my pecker." I moaned and felt a few ropes of cum slide out of my pee hole.

 

Rizal was gasping for air when he cummed and boy he had a happy face when he shot his load. I thought that colored boys cum was different color to white boys as I never had the sex Ed talk in my old school. I missed out by a week before coming here.

 

"Man, you are a great wanker Rizal; you sure know how to handle a boy's cock." I said. `Yep, I have had a few in my hands since I was 10 years old." Rizal grinned. "Shit, I have missed out on a lot of this stuff but you can help me out though." I smiled.

 

I never had a head job, had a fuck but Rizal has done the lot and he said he would teach me stuff that all boys his age knew and would show me stuff that would make me squirt like a fountain.

 

We got out of the pool and dried off grabbing our shorts and went inside to eat some lunch. Rizal had a few more chores to do while he was here and said he needed to finish doing the watering and then would be free until dinner time.

 

Lunch was a soup of sorts and we had garlic bread to dip into

the chicken soup. It was spicy and sweet. Rizal said his mom was the best cook in the whole street.

 

I would not disagree as his mom sure knew how to fill a growing boy. Later on dad returned and looked a little flushed. Rizal's mom arrived and started cooking us dinner. After a nice meal Imelda and Rizal left but before he left he told me he would take me to the indoor pool in the morning to see the coach there as they had swimming lessons in the morning.

 

I went to sleep with a grin on my face; well I had jerked off thinking of Rizal's brown cut pecker and wondered how it would feel to have it in my mouth. God I am turning into a sexpot.

 

The next morning the smell of bacon and eggs got me out of my bed and I quickly washed and dressed ready to eat my breakfast. Dad was ready to leave for work and I reminded him that was going to see if I could join the swim team.

 

I told Imelda that we would eat lunch in the town so no need to cook lunch for us. She thanked us and said she would be here at 5 pm to cook dinner. Dad left for work and us boys grabbed our bikes and rode to the indoor pool. I had a long chain and a great looking lock to lock our bikes together in the bike rack.

 

I was hoping that the coach would see me and see how I swam. I was hopeful that a white boy was going to be allowed to join the team. The coach was busy teaching some little boys how to swim and Rizal asked him if I could see him after his lessons.

 

He nodded his head and finished his lessons in an hour. `So you want to join our swim team, how good are you." Coach asked me. "Let me show you my free style and then my butterfly." I replied. A lane was set aside for me and I got onto the diving blocks and dived in and started to do my free style stroke.

 

Coach was impressed and said he would have try outs next week for the new season. Rizal was happy that I got to see the swim coach and said I had a great chance to join the team. Rizal was an ok swimmer but not that strong so he never bothered to join the swim team.

 

After a long swim we stopped and had some lunch in the pool's snack shop. We had some French fries and a coke and we shared a grilled cheese sandwich. A few of Rizal's friends bumped knuckles with him and Rizal introduced me to his mates.

 

We swam until 2pm and then went to the locker room to shower and change into our dry clothes. "Oh man, look at all these brown bodies, they look so sexy standing there with their pecker heads all on show." I said with no reason. "Are you sure that you are not gay Conner." Rizal asked me.

 

`I don't know, but it's not like you can't check out the candy." I replied. A few boys were uncut and an older boy was yelling that his parents didn't want him cut. I knew that Rizal said that boys who were not cut were made a joke of for some reason.

 

I showered and dressed and grabbed my bag and waited for Rizal to finish dressing. He had on new undies and boy did he fill them. "My mom bought me some new undies this week; she said I would be paid on Saturday." Rizal grinned.

 

`Oh yes, I will tell dad to get your wages ready." I told Rizal. We returned home and dad came home early and said he had a better day in the bank. He had an interrupter so that he could talk to the workers as he could not speak Filipino just yet.

 

Imelda was busy cooking us dinner and surprise it was a pot roast. "We are so lucky to have you Imelda, you are an awesome cook." I said and gave Imelda a hug. She patted me on the back and thanked me for my comments.

 

It was late when I got into bed and I was thinking of all my friends back home but I knew I would be making some new friends in high school and Rizal will be there but in a lower class as he is a year younger than me. So the week went by and Rizal said he had a surprise for me. He had a chat to my dad and said that we would be seeing a traditional Filipino treat and it was a surprise for me.

 

Dad said as long as I had my new cell phone on me I could go out with Rizal. We took the bus to San Juan where I was going to see my first tuli. I didn't know where I was going until we saw a few hundred boys all wearing a white housedress and were waiting by a big hall. Some boys were crying and a few were laughing their heads off.

 

"So what are we going to see here?" I asked Rizal. "You heard about the tuli, remember the boy we saw in the bathroom, well this is where they cut the foreskins off and today is a special day for all Filipino boys to get cut." Rizal grinned.

 

In the hall was about one hundred beds and on the beds were boys aged around 8 to 11 getting their foreskins cut off. A few looked worried when the needles were stabbed into their peckers but after a few minutes they had grins on their faces seeing that they were now circumcised.

 

It looked so funny seeing boys with a white bandage wrapped around their peckers. Some boys were holding their robes away from their peckers so that the cloth didn't rub on their now sore knobs.

 

Rizal had a friend who was a doctor and said he had a friend who wanted to see a tuli. That friend was me. We watched over 50 operations and it was weird to see uncut boys now standing up with their hoods missing. I grew up seeing my cut member ever since I was a small boy and knew nothing much about uncut boys.

 

A party was being held at the back of the hall and the boys who were cut were now digging into sandwiches and enjoying a cool can of soda. We were asked if we were circumcised and in a flash we had our peckers out showing the boys our goods.

 

"Nice looking pecker, it has been cut in the American way." Rizal friend said seeing us with our shorts down. `Yeah, I don't know how it was done but I sure can't remember having it done." I told the doctor. Rizal said he was done just like all the other boys here and they used a scalpel to remove the foreskin. I found out later on that my pecker had a plastic thing shoved on the end of my pecker and had the foreskin removed that way.

 

We talked to some of the boys and found out that a few had been bullied as they were older boys and still had their hoods. But now they were happy to be skinless and would show their friends their newly operated peckers.

 

We returned home and had some snacks as Rizal mom was off that day. So dad said we would go out for a meal and Rizal was going to be sleeping over tonight. "Oh boy, thanks dad." I yelled out. Rizal was happy to sleep over with me and it showed.

 

Dad decided to have Chinese for dinner and it was awesome. Rizal had never eaten Chinese food before and said it was a new experience for him. We ate a ton of food and dad was happy to see us eat a lot. Yes we are growing boys with hollow legs.

 

After some desserts were returned home and dad said he was going to bed as he was worn out. Rizal and I played on my x-box until we decided to head to bed. I had a big bed and Rizal was happy to sleep with me.

 

So that ends my first chapter and will post another in the future.

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