Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2012 19:56:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love - Chapter One

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    By

				    JM
			Email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com


    The following story of an adult/youth sexual relationship is the
product of my warped and lascivious mind, i.e., IT"S FICTION, GUYS!!  While
the names of locations are real, I have taken some poetic license to bend
some of this reality to better fit the story. Also, the names are not meant
to portray any real person, living or not.  Some of the people involved in
the story are based on actual individuals I have met on my travels to the
Philippines, and some of the situations actually occurred. Who and what
those are, I will leave to the reader's imagination.

    This story has a lot of background info to start off with.  If you're
looking for immediate hot, steamy sex right out of the gate, then this
isn't the story for you.  I DO promise you that there will be scenes later
on that will melt your monitor, but mostly, this is a story about love and
relationships.  I hope you like my first attempt at such an endeavor.  I
felt good writing it, and if you think I'm doing a good job, please send an
email at the address above.  Positive critique is always welcome.  Flames
will be doused immediately!!

    USUAL DISCLAIMER: If you're under legal age or if the subject matter is
illegal where you live, get out now!  Or move to where such things are
legal...your choice.  Continue at your own risk.

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Anyhoo...on with MY story!

				CHAPTER ONE

    HOLY SHIT!!!!!  I guess I really must have belted that out, as my dog
barked and came running into my den to see what all the noise was about.  I
was staring at my computer screen in a state of shock, not even aware of my
outburst. With trembling fingers I held my recently-purchased MultiLotto
ticket.  I once again carefully checked each number on the ticket against
those displayed on the screen before me on the lottery website which showed
the results of the latest draw that evening.  There was no mistaking it.  I
had hit every number, including the bonus number.  If this was really the
case, I had just won a jackpot that had been growing exponentially for the
past 4 months that now totaled $475 MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS...the largest
jackpot in U.S. history!!!  And according to the website, there was only
one winning ticket...MINE!  I didn't have to split it with anyone!  As I
said before: HOLY SHIT!!!!!

    At this point, I suppose it would be the polite thing to do to
introduce myself.  My name is Phillip James -- Phil to my friends and
colleagues -- and at the beginning of this tale, I'm 32 years old, single
and yes, gay...obviously, if you're reading my story here.J Physically,
there's nothing really remarkable about me. I'm 6' tall, 175 pounds, brown
hair, hazel eyes and my uncut cock grows to 6" when hard, which, despite
what you tend to read on gay sites, is actually average size for the
general male population.  I'm self-deprecating when it comes to my looks.
I'm certainly not ashamed of how I look.  I just don't see anything really
special about me when I look in the mirror, although I've had some who tell
me that I'm very attractive.  Eh!  I don't see it, but what the hell.
Also, I'm THE music teacher at the local junior-senior high school (one-man
department) and have held the same position since I was hired right out of
college 10 years ago.  I really like my job and get along well with the
kids there.  They like the fact that I try to treat them with respect and
don't talk down to them.  This has resulted in a very vibrant and
successful music program at the school.

    As I said before, I'm gay, but I have to keep that fact under wraps due
to the nature of my job and because of the social and religious tenets of a
small northern New England town.  When I was growing up, there were the
usual groping and mutual masturbation of horny young teens, but as I moved
into high school, more and more of my j.o. buddies started discovering
females, pretty much leaving me high and dry.  While they discovered pussy,
I still wanted cock.  I found myself having to resort to solitary sessions
and soon realized that if I wanted to survive my adolescence, I would have
to suppress my desires for male-male contact and try to fit in with the
crowd.

    So, in my junior year, I started dating a girl who soon became my
steady for the rest of my high school years.  I'm guessing that it was
simply raging teen hormones that got me through that time.  I seemed to
have no problems becoming painfully erect when she and I got together for
some incredibly intense make out and grope sessions.  Although we never
went all the way, there were too many times to count when, at the end of an
evening together, she would go home with sopping wet panties and me with my
jockeys full of cum.  Yet even then, there were times when I would jerk off
thinking of some hot guy I knew in school.  After high school graduation,
she and I decided to a mutual break since she was heading to college in
Arizona while I was remaining in New England, both of us ralizing the folly
of trying to maintain a long-distance relationship.  Through all this and
even all through my college years, I remained deeply closeted.  In college,
I went out with a few girls, as friends only, simply to keep up
appearances.  I continued this trend after college by being seen with
females in social settings but only within a group of close friends that
really had no set couples...a very fluid group.  We would all go out
together or in smaller groups, but always with no obvious pairs.  When the
urges for man sex got to be too much for me, I would head to either
Montreal or Boston for anonymous hook-ups.  While it satisfied me sexually,
it always left me emotionally empty.  I REALLY longed to find that one
special guy I could spend my life with, but living and working where I did
made this almost impossible.  At least my professional life was rewarding.

    Every year since I started teaching, I took my winter vacation in some
warm tropical place.  I grew up in northern New England and was finding
that I was liking the winter less and less as time went by.  Heading for a
tropical destination during the coldest month of the year (February)
provided me the opportunity that got me through the rest of the winter a
lot easier.  These trips also allowed me to indulge as heavily or as little
as I wanted in feeding my gay self.  From the very first time I had sex as
an adult with another guy I ALWAYS practiced safe sex...ALWAYS!!!  I was
all too aware of what awaited the uneducated and just plain stupid
individuals who did not.  I was definitely not going to become a statistic.
I had some incredible sex on some of these trips, always remembering to
close the closet door tightly when I returned home.  It was definitely not
the best life, but it was tolerable, and, as I've already said, my job was
rewarding.

    I hope all this information hasn't turned you off of the story already.
I felt it was important for you to understand me as best as possible,
because what was about to happen, and what this story is really all about,
is still a source of awe, wonder and delight to me.  Now, back to getting
this story moving.

    Just because my computer showed me holding the winning ticket didn't
guarantee anything.  I would have to get the ticket officially verified at
the state lottery commission's office in the state capital.  I've heard too
many horror stories of what happened to some big winners and definitely
didn't want the same fate to befall me.  I wanted to protect my newly
acquired wealth as well as my privacy.  I would need an investment banker
to handle the money and a lawyer to help me with all the legal shit that
comes with a situation like the one I found myself in.  As luck would have
it, I knew just who to turn to.

    When I started my teaching career and became a property owner, I went
to a local lawyer to get my legal affairs in order.  He drew up a living
trust to handle my tangible goods and a living will specifying my wishes
should I become permanently incapacitated or dead.  Also at the beginning
of my career, I had an investment banker set up a Roth IRA to which I had
been contributing for almost 10 years now.  Even though my contributions
were modest, the growth on the account had seen my account balance grow to
almost 10 times my contribution.  This guy obviously really knew what he
was doing.  One of the benefits of small-town living was the fact that I
knew these two individuals personally, so I not only had their contact
information for work, but also their home numbers and emails as well.  I
sent off an email to both of them requesting a meeting Monday specifying
URGENT.  I planned to take a personal day off from work Monday to deal with
all this.  Once this was taken care of, I shut down my computer and
proceeded to get gloriously drunk!



I hope this first chapter had enough in it to at least peak your interest
for what will follow shortly.  Sorry about the lack of steamy sex scenes,
but a bit of backgound is needed for what will soon follow.  I'm already 8
chapters ahead, and there's plenty of good stuff cumming, I promise.  If
you like my efforts so far, let me know.  contact info is at the top.
Thanks for at least giving me a try.  JM