Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 10:53:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: FILIPINO LOVE - Chapter 13

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    By
				    JM

		       Email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and info:  see chapter one


			     CHAPTER THIRTEEN


          Once inside, I went around to turn on the air cons and ceiling
fans to cool the house down.  It was damn warm and stuffy.  Once it got
cool enough, I'd turn off the air cons.  Ronni wasn't used to air
conditioning, and the fans would keep the place comfortable.  While I was
doing this, Ronni went and sat on the sofa.  When I sat down to join him,
he immediately climbed into my lap, facing me and wrapped his arms and legs
(as best he could) around me in what had become my favorite position when
relaxing...or ANY time, to be honest.  I decided to give Ronni all the
information of the plans I had come up with so far, and give him a chance
for questions.  The one thing I needed to do was to let him know that he
would always be by my side and play a major part in everything.

     "Ronni," I started, "let me tell you everything first before you ask
questions.  Ok?"  (He nodded on my shoulder) When I first decided to come
here it was with the idea of finding a place to build a hotel.  It's always
been a dream of mine to do something like that.  I never in my wildest
dreams thought that I would meet you and fall completely in love with you,
but when I did, that changed everything for me.  As soon as I met you, I
knew that any plans I made HAD to have you in them too.  At first, I was
just going to have a two-week working vacation, hopefully have everything
in place to build a hotel and go back to the U.S.  I planned to have like a
manager here who would see to things and report to me, and I would fly back
and forth a few times a year until the hotel was ready for business.  Then,
I was going to leave my job in the U.S. and move here to live and run the
hotel.  Do understand all this so far?"  He looked at me with those deep
soulful eyes that I felt I could fall right into.

     "Oo, but..." he started to say.  I put my finger to his lips.

     "Not yet, Love.  Let me finish.  Questions later," I said with a small
smile to let him know I wasn't upset with him trying to interrupt.  He
smiled back at me and rested his head against my shoulder.

     "There's something I haven't told you about me yet...something that
may clear up a lot of your confusion."  I took a deep breath.  "Ronni, I am
very rich."  His head shot off my shoulder as he looked at me with very
wide eyes.  "I have an income each and every month that is probably as much
as 100 people like your parents make every year...maybe even more."  If I
thought his eyes were wide before, it was nothing compared to the look he
was giving me now.

     "So buying this house will not be a problem as far as money is
concerned," I continued.  "Neither will building the hotel.  The only real
problem with the house and hotel is that, since I'm not Filipino, I can't
own land...just the building.  For the hotel, I was planning on getting a
Filipino business partner who would actually own the land, and I would own
the hotel.  I was originally planning on having some kind of owner's house
built as part of the hotel and live there.  But then you came into my life,
and I realized that I'd need something better for the two of us to live in,
and I really like this house and decided to buy it. But, when I decided to
buy this house, I realized that I wouldn't need to find a business partner.
I already HAD a partner...a life partner...a love partner.  You!"  His
smile faded, and I could see confusion in his eyes.

     "Ok," I said with a chuckle.  "That was a really big thing I just
said.  Ask away before you bust."

     " You say you have much money, and I surprise but ok that.  And you my
life and love partner too."  This was punctuated by a quick kiss on my
cheek.  "I not know business partner or own land.  I not adult like you.
How is possible?"

     "Good question, Love," I said while returning the kiss.  "That is what
Ms Fudalan will be checking for us.  We'll know tomorrow for sure, but I
think I remember that age doesn't matter when owning land.  Any Filipino
can own, but I think your parents will have to manage it until you're legal
at age of 18.  We'll know for certain tomorrow, but I'm almost certain that
is the case.  Does that help you any?"

     "Oo.  I feel better, but still much to think!"  This was accompanied
by a very sweet kiss on the lips and a hug.

     "I'm glad you're feeling better.  It hurts me to see you upset.  I
think most of your confusion was because you didn't know about my money,"
He nodded.  "Now, there's one other thing I think you need to do."

     "What," he asked.

     "Remember at your parent's house when I asked about the age difference
between you and the kids?  You got a sad look and said we'd talk at home.
Do you want to talk now, or have you had enough talk for today?"  He heaved
a huge sigh, and his face once again had that embarrassed look.

     "No," he said.  "I need to say now.  I hope you not get sad."

     "Me, too", I replied.  "But we won't know until you tell me.  And
please always remember how very much I love you.  NOTHING will ever change
that."  Another kiss from him!  Mmmmm!

     "You know you say how Christian and Sara so much young to me?" he
asked.  I nodded.  He removed his arms from around my neck and held them in
front of me.

     "See how small my arms?  When mama birth me, she have trouble when I
still inside.  Very bad time too when I come out.  I very sick for long
time.  My arms not get fat like all of me.  I grow, arms grow long too but
not fat.  Doctor say `cuz of mama sick before I come out and me sick after,
arms stay not fat.  Doctor also tells mama no more babies.  Bad for her.
This make Mama and Papa much sad, but they always good to me.  Much love,
much happy.  Then, Mama gets big with baby when I am 9.  Doctor very not
happy, but Mama and Papa very happy.  Mama not sick like she sick with me,
but doctor say she need much rest.  Too much work `cuz of me.  So, I stay
with lola when Mama gets bigger, and stay until baby come out and Mama
strong again.  But surprise when two babies come out.  Mama stay tired long
time but happy.  Mama not sick, babies not sick.  All good, but I stay
lola's until Mama all good.  When I stay lola's is when I start dream of
you.  Many dreams, and I tell lola.  I not understand why same dream all
time and why cock always hard when awake from dream.  (A very petty blush
accompanied that statement.)  I ask about dream and why I get hard.  She
laugh and say all boys get hard, then she tell me what dream is.  And she
right, like all time, `cuz you here.  But I still not like small arms. I
have much shame."

     After saying all that, Ronni once again wrapped his arms around my
neck and buried his head on my shoulder.  I gently pulled him away and took
each of his arms in each of hands.  I then proceeded to softly and slowly
kiss my way all the way up his right arm, from his wrist to his shoulder,
and then repeated everything on his left arm.  When I reached his shoulder,
I released his arms and placed my hands on either side of his face and
pulled him into a closed-mouth kiss filled with as much love as I could.
There would be no tongue involved with this kiss.  This was not a kiss of
passion.  It was a kiss of deep and abiding love and acceptance, and Ronni
must have realized it, as I heard him whimper and felt his arms wrap around
me once again, pulling us into a deeper embrace.  As we kissed, I could
feel the drops of his tears as the fell onto my face, mingling with my own.
Dear Sweet Lord!!!  How I loved him!!!  Ronni was the first to break the
kiss and leaned back slightly, gazing into my eyes, his own filled with
such love as I never knew existed until I met him.  I hope he was seeing
the same in mine.  It was most definitely in my heart.  He had the sweetest
smile on his face, and it looked as if his worries were banished.

      "Oh, my sweet Ronni.  You have NO idea how you have turned my world
upside down!  I can't even begin to imagine my life without you.  I'm so
very happy we met.  I know without a doubt that there's a God, because He's
blessed me with you.  I could have gone anywhere for vacation, but there
was something pulling me, almost forcing me, to come here, and I'm so very
happy, and so very grateful that I'm here.  But there's just one thing you
and I BOTH need to do.  No more secrets.  No more bad or sad feelings.
Whether it's you or me, we talk to each other right away.  We must never go
to bed at night with bad feelings...only love and happiness.  Ok?"

     With a swift kiss to the end of my nose and a cute giggle, he said,
"My lola was so right!"  Suddenly, his eyes changed to a look of mild
panic.

     "Oh, Shit!" he cried.  "Lola!"

     "What's the matter, Love?" I said.  "What about lola?"  Some of his
panic was seeping into me as well.

     "I forget.  When we talk on the phone this morning, I tell her you
want to meet her and ask what time we go there.  She say no, she come here
and I tell her how to come.  Sorry!  I forget tell you!"  He was clearly
upset by this, but I heaved a sigh of relief.  With all this mysticism
evident with his lola...and maybe even himself...I was afraid that maybe
some psychic connection had told him something was wrong with her.  I was
relieved to hear that wasn't the case.

     "Love, calm down," I said while rubbing his shoulders.  "It's not a
problem.  A surprise, yes, but NOT a problem.  What time did she say she'd
be here?"

     "She say she be here at 3:00."  A quick glance at my watch showed that
it was a little after 1:00.

     "We still have time, Love.  We still need to have lunch and clean up a
little, especially in the bedroom.  I want to get my suitcases out of the
way, make the bed and make sure the cr is clean.  But let's have lunch
first.  I don't know about you, but I'm starving."  As if on cue, there was
a rumble from his stomach.

     "Me too," he said with one of his cute giggles.

     We disentangled ourselves, went to the kitchen and I got out an
assortment to choose from for making sandwiches and some chips I found in
the cupboard.  I asked Ronni what he wanted to drink.  He opted for water,
so I grabbed a single-serving bottle as well as a beer for myself.  When I
set these down at our places on the island counter, he looked at the beer,
then at me with a questioning look that said "me too?"  I smiled a shook my
head.

     "You can have some of mine, if you want," I said.  He grabbed the
bottle and took a healthy swig.  The look on his face was priceless and I
couldn't help laughing.  His face was all screwed up in distaste, and I'm
sure if he thought he could get away with it, he would have spit it out.
But his pride won out, and he gamely swallowed.  Throughout all this, I was
in stitches.  My sides were beginning to hurt from trying to hold back from
the belly laughs that were just begging to come out!  But I didn't want to
hurt his feelings.

     "How you drink that stuff!" he groused, as he reached for his water to
wash the taste of beer out of his mouth.

     "I guess it's something you get used to," I said, my calm demeanor
once again in place.

     We ate our lunch, talking about the day so far, and making tentative
plans for the coming days.  Once finished with lunch, we tag-teamed the
dishes, and had the kitchen spic and span in no time.  Ronni picked up his
backpack from by the sofa, where he had dropped it when we first came in,
and we went into the bedroom.  We decided that we'd work our way out of the
room, so we tackled the cr first.  While Ronni hung up the towels left from
our morning shower, I tidied up the counter and checked to make sure the
toilet and surrounding area didn't have any signs of males with poor aim.
We then went into the bedroom to straighten things out there.  I moved my
suitcases to the far corner of the room.  As I turned to see if I needed to
move anything else to the corner, I noticed Ronni standing by the side of
the bed, looking at it longingly as he slowly fingered his rapidly growing
boner through his shorts.  My own manmeat began a rapid rise at the sight,
and I quietly walked over to him and placed the palm of my hand against his
now fully hard teen cock.  Giving it a few soft strokes, I removed my hand
and lifted his head so he was looking at me and not the bed.

     "Later, my love, later," I said softly.  "I want this as much as you
do, but your lola will be here soon, and I don't think she'd like to catch
us fucking like bunnies."  I had said that, hoping to break the almost
overwhelming sexual tension that was so very evident.  It must have done
the trick, as he looked up at me and started laughing.

     "Bunnies?"

     "Yep," I said, as I took him into my arms.  "And you're the cutest
bunny I know.  Now let's get the bed straightened out.  She'll be here any
minute."  With that, I gave him a peck on the nose and went around to the
other side of the bed while he took the other.  In no time at all, we had
bed looking presentable and went back to the living room and sat on the
sofa.  Ronni took his usual position and looked deep into my eyes.

     "You are so good to me, Phil.  I love you."  He said that with such
heartfelt sincerity that my eyes got moist.

     "Oh, my Ronni," I responded.  "You are so very good to me and for me
too.  You are my world.  I love you."  With that, we fell into what was
fast becoming an extremely passionate kiss.  Things were getting pretty hot
and heavy, and I was at the point of saying "the hell with lola".  I wanted
Ronni RIGHT NOW, and it was perfectly obvious he wanted me just as
urgently.  I don't care if she DID catch us in the act.  I wanted him!  I
needed him!  NOW!!!  Just then, there was the sound of a motorcycle rapidly
coming down the street outside.  As it got closer, I could hear the sounds
of downshifting, until the throbbing of the motor idled just out side the
house.  The sound of the cycle was loud enough that it sort of broke the
mood, especially when we heard it stop just outside.  Ronni looked at me
with a huge shit-eating gin on his face.

     "Lola here!"


And there we have it: another chapter in the ongoing saga of Phil and
Ronni.  Next chapter will be out very soon.  I've been getting some really
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