Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2012 22:10:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: FILIPINO LOVE - chapter 17
FILIPINO LOVE
By
JM
Email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com
Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When we got to the kitchen, I gave Ronni a light pop on the butt
before setting him down so we could start dinner. A glance at the kitchen
clock showed that it was 8:45. Shit! No wonder we were both hungry,
especially after the exertions in the bedroom. We'd been at it for almost
three hours, including a VERY brief shower, all things considered. I'd
better find something that wouldn't take too long to make since it was well
past normal dinnertime. Knowing that it would most likely please him, I
decided part of the meal would be rice, and...what else?
As I opened the fridge, or "ref" as Ronni called it, I asked him,
"Hey, Lover. Do you want to help get dinner ready?"
"I help Mama all the time so I pretty good in kitchen. What you want
me to do? I want to help." Handsome as hell, terrific in bed and he cooks
too! Damn!! I definitely hit the jackpot!
"While I get the main dish ready, why don't you cook the rice? That
will help things go faster."
"Ok. Where is rice cooker?"
"Huh?" Real intelligent response there, Phillip!!
"Rice cooker. Big pot with cover and plug-in electric. Put in rice,
water, push the button and soon cooked rice. Almost all Pinoy have one."
"Oh, ok," I said. "Why don't you look in the cupboards and see if we
have one. We seem to have everything else, so I'm sure there's one here
somewhere."
"Ok," he said and started his search.
In the meantime, I turned back to the "ref" in search of something for
a meat or fish dish. There was a nice-looking small lamb roast from New
Zealand (said so on the wrapping, so who am I to disagree), but that would
take too long, some nasty-looking little fish with the heads still on (my
assessment. I not only HATE bones in my fish, I definitely don't want my
dinner staring back!), the package of langanissa and...aha! Tuna steaks!
My kind of fish! No bones, no heads! Those would cook quickly, but how to
flavor them? I'd like to use lemon or lime juice, so went rummaging
through the vegetable drawer. The only thing closely resembling what I
wanted were some very small, round green type of fruit. They looked like
golf ball-size limes, but I wasn't sure. Taking a sniff, I could detect a
slight citrusy smell. Hmmm. Promising. Ronni, in the meantime, had
evidently found what he was looking for and was in the process of setting
it up on the counter near an electrical outlet.
"Hey, Love?" I called. "What's this green thing?"
"That calamansi...very sour." Maybe that's Tagalog for lime. Sounds
like the closest thing to what I'm looking for, at least. In the meantime,
Ronni had found the rice and was measuring it into the pot. As he was
getting ready to turn on the tap for water, something occurred to me.
"Hold on, a minute, Love. Don't use water from the faucet. Use
bottled water. You've grown up with the water here, and you're use to it.
It may be ok for cooking, but since I'm not use to it, it might make me
sick."
"Oh, ok. I sure not want you sick." He came, gave me a peck on the
cheek, and reached past me into the ref, grabbed two bottles of water and
went back to the cooker. I took the tuna and...what did he call
it?...cali-something or other, and butter, and placed it all on the counter
by the stove. Knowing where the spices and stuff were, I went to that
cupboard and grabbed the salt, pepper and bottle of cooking oil. I also
noticed large bottles of vinegar and soy sauce. I'm sure we'll be using
those soon too, since they're staples in Asian cooking. There was also a
small package of small, red chilies. I'll ask Ronni later how we can use
those. I stopped at the pots-and-pans cupboard, grabbed a medium-sized
heavy skillet and returned to the stove. Ronni had finished his task, and
I could hear the sounds of the rice cooker as it started to burble away.
The tuna steaks were beautiful, about a little more than a half-inch
thick, each one weighing about six ounces. I lightly sprinkled them with
salt and pepper while I tackled the cal...cali...shit!
"Ronni, what are these things called again?"
"Calamansi. Good for use when cook, and stuff but not good to just
eat. Also make good drink with lots of sugar" Kinda like lemonade, I guess.
I grabbed a bowl, put the tuna into it and sliced into a
CALAMANSI. (Got it!) As I squeezed the juice from the small fruit, I
noticed that there seemed to be more seeds than juice. I decided "what the
hell" and cut up a few more, spritzing the tuna liberally. I let them
marinate for a few minutes and started preparing a salad.
"I do that," Ronni offered, indicating the salad makings. I gave him
a quick hug and turned to get the skillet ready for the tuna. Putting the
skillet on the stove, I ignited the burner, setting it on high. I wanted
to sear the steaks before turning down the heat. I figured about three
minutes per side after searing would do the trick. Deciding that
discretion was the better part of valor, I wrapped an apron that was
hanging nearby around my waist. Hot, sizzling pan, naked gonads...NOT a
good combination! The nice thing about fresh tuna steaks – and these
were; no strong "fishy" smell - is that you don't have to cook them well
done. You can treat them just like regular steak...anywhere from rare to
well done, depending on individual taste. I decided I'd aim for medium. I
then put a small amount of butter in the pan and added just enough oil to
cover the bottom. The oil would help prevent the butter from burning on
high heat. While I was doing all this, Ronni was busy putting together a
great-looking salad. He moved quickly and efficiently and soon had it all
ready, including a dash each of oil, vinegar and a dash each of salt and
pepper. I noticed him look at me, at the salad he'd just prepared and at
the rice cooker, and it looked as if he was trying to decide something. I
saw a small smile grace his lips, and he turned to the cupboard where the
spices and condiments were kept. He reached in, latched onto the bottles
of vinegar and soy sauce, placing them on the counter, then grabbed the bag
of chilies. Aha! Now I'll see how to use them. Taking a small bowl from
another cupboard, he took several calamansis (damn, I'm good!), and,
instead of slicing them in two, as I had, proceeded to roll each one on the
counter, applying pressure with the palm of his hand, then, carefully
poking a hole in each one with the tip of a paring knife, squeezed the
juice from each into the bowl. I noticed that with his method of juice
extraction, there were no seeds. He then deftly chopped up a few small
chilies, adding them to the juice, added equal amounts of vinegar and soy
sauce and mixed it all together with a spoon. Then he put the individual
ingredients away and washed his hands thoroughly to remove any traces of
the chili oil. Definitely DO NOT want to get any of that stuff on tender
body parts!
In the meantime, while I was watching his actions out of the corner of
my eye, I had seared the tuna, lowered the heat, cooked them on one side
and was just making the final flip, as Ronni began to get the dinner plates
and eating utensils, putting them as individual place settings on the
island counter. By this time, it was time to remove the tuna from the
skillet. I took the plates from the counter, placing a nicely done steak
on each one. I then added the seedless calamansi marinade to the remaining
oil and butter in the pan, and let it reduce a bit, pouring some of the
reduction over each steak. Turning off the stove, I placed a fair amount
of the finished rice on each plate and placed them at our places on the
island. Removing the apron and hanging it up, I grabbed two salad bowls
from the cupboard, two bottles of water from the fridge, went to my place
at the counter and sat down beside Ronni, who was spooning some of his
chili/soy sauce/vinegar/calamansi juice concoction over his fish and rice.
I figured, what the hell. When in Rome...ahh...Lapu-Lapu, do as the
natives do, and added a bit to mine. I took a taste of my fish and found
the taste to be delightful and spooned on a bit more. Salty, tangy, sour
and mildly hot, but it actually enhanced the glaze of the tuna and didn't
overpower the flavor of the fish itself. It was a meal fit for a king.
Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. We were both so damn hungry, that
neither of us was in the mood for chitchat, but it was a comfortable and
companionable time with lots of eye contact and smiles. Ronni had a second
helping of rice while I opted for more salad, and we finally both sat back
with a satisfied groan. I remembered that I'd asked the agent to add ice
cream to the shopping and asked my guy if he would like some. What
teenager can't find room for ice cream, even after putting away the amount
of food he had already consumed! Actually, I could go for some, too. He
gave me a big grin and nod of approval, so I asked him to clean away the
dinner stuff while I got the ice cream. As he got off his seat, he let
loose with a tremendous belch that I swear, rattled the windows,
immediately blushing furiously and giggling. I couldn't help laughing
uproariously.
"Sorry," he mumbled, with his hand over his mouth as he let loose with
another but smaller burp.
When I could finally talk without giggling, I said, "That's perfectly
ok, Love. In some cultures, it's actually considered a compliment to the
cook. So, thanks for the loud compliment." I then gave him a hug and
kissed the top of his head as he giggled again. Love that sound!! "Maybe
that gave you more room for dessert." With both of us giggling like fools,
we went about our tasks...him clearing away the dinner things and me
getting dessert ready.
Although there are several flavors of ice cream I enjoy, I have to
admit that vanilla is my favorite, simply because you can put so many
different kinds of toppings on it without a conflict of flavors. That's
what I had added to my shopping list for the agent. I grabbed two bowls
and spoons from the cupboard and decided I'd also grab the jar of mango
preserves for a topping, figuring Ronni might enjoy it. I placed two
modest scoops in each bowl, put the ice cream back in the freezer, and
placed the bowls, spoons and preserves at our places on the island. My
teen lover had, meanwhile, finished clearing everything else and had even
started filling the sink with water in preparation for washing up. When he
saw I had everything ready, he shut off the water, scooted around the
island, took his seat and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Everything so good with you, Phil," he said. "To be with you is best
thing EVER!"
"Everything IS good, my love," I said softly, as I stroked his cheek
with the back of my hand. "And it's all because of you. We're going to
have such a great life together here, Ronni. I love you more and more every
minute." We lovingly embraced one another and turned to our dessert. I
placed a dollop of the preserves on my ice cream to let him know why the
jar was there. He saw what I'd done, and did the same, and it was evident
that he thought it was pretty darn good, as he dug into his bowl with a
speed only a teen can maintain when eating. Ronni had a big smile on his
face as he got to the last spoonful of ice cream, and as soon as it had
disappeared between his luscious lips, he turned to me, put his hands on
either side of my face and placed his mouth over mine. I immediately
discovered that he'd kept the ice cream in his mouth as we began to
"snowball" it. It was so intensely erotic that my cock was very quickly at
full mast, as was his. Guess we were BOTH in full recovery mode! Once the
ice cream was gone, we pulled back, and I saw a dreamy, sensual look on his
face, which I know mirrored my own.
"You are incredible, my darling Ronni," I said, my voice quivering
from the immense love I had for this young man. We continued holding one
another a while longer before we got up to take care of cleanup from
dinner. While he finished filling the sink for washing the dishes, I put
away any food items that had been left out, then, grabbing a dishtowel, I
dried as he washed, and we were soon done. When everything was washed,
dried and put away, we went to the living room, where we sat down on the
sofa, Ronni snuggly settled in my lap, and watched some TV, waiting for our
stomachs to settle before going to bed. We were both so relaxed at this
point, that both our cocks had gone soft. We sat, snuggled comfortably
together for about an hour, watching some kind of police drama. It was
from American producers, something like "CSI", "Miami Vice"...something
like that. They all look the same to me, but Ronni enjoyed it. That's all
that mattered.
Toward the end of the show, I noticed Ronni yawning, and it was
contagious. That got me yawning as well, and I realized...we'd had one
HELL of a long and extremely eventful day! It started out with me meeting
his mother and siblings, then the meeting with the agent and all the drama
that produced. Then there was the emotional and loving time with Lola
Sanie. What a gal!! I really like her, and from the vibes I got from her
hugs as she left, she likes me as well. This was followed by the most
incredible sex I'd ever had when I took Ronni's virginity, as he discovered
just how intensely pleasurable making love can be, followed by the highly
emotional scene when he discovered one of the major side-effects of anal
sex. Preparing and eating dinner together was a much-needed oasis from the
heat of everything that had happened during the day, and allowed a sense of
loving normalcy to return to our lives. I'm totally wiped out, and I can
only imagine how Ronni is feeling. As the credits to the cop show were
rolling, I reached for the remote, turning off the TV. He must have been
as tired as I was, since there was not a sound of protest.
"I think it's time for bed, Love," I said, as I nuzzled the side of
his neck. "I'm tired."
"Me too," he replied, trying unsuccessfully to stifle another yawn.
"Let's do our cr stuff and go to bed," I replied, with a yawn of my
own. He simply nodded and turned so he could get into our favorite
position. Scooting forward to get my balance, I stood and headed toward
the bedroom, turning off the lights and ceiling fans in the living room. I
fumbled for the light switch just inside the bedroom door and turned toward
the cr, lighting it also as we entered. I set him down so he could take a
piss while I started brushing my teeth. I could hear the sound of water on
water as he let loose with a strong flow of urine. I'm not into water
sports, but the sounds from the toilet I found very erotic, simply because
it was my Ronni making them. He finished, and I saw out of the corner of
my eye as he shook off the residue from his attractive boycock, then the
sound of flushing. He came to stand beside me at the sink, and washed his
hands, playfully bumping my hip with his.
His eyes suddenly caught his own reflection in the mirror, and he
noticed the love-bites on either side of his neck. Reaching up with his
hand, he slowly traced around one, then the other, a broad grin stretching
across his handsome face. He placed a quick kiss on my shoulder, grabbed
his brush, and began brushing his teeth. I was finished, so it was my turn
to drain the lizard. Stepping up to the bowl, I grabbed my flaccid cock,
aimed it, and let fly. I hadn't been aware that I had to piss so bad until
just then, and my stream was more of a gush as I emptied my over-full
bladder. I thought it would never stop, but finally with a few last spurts
and a dribble, I was done. I flushed and went to the sink to wash my hands
just as Ronni was finished with his brushing. Once washed and dried, I
opened my arms for my love to "assume the position", which was speedily
accomplished. Turning off the cr light, I carried him to the bed, turned
on the table light on the nightstand, and tried to lay Ronni on the bed so
that I could go over and turn off the overhead light by the door. But he
would have none of that! He refused to let go of me until we were BOTH
going to lie down. Needless to say, he got his wish, not that I minded.
If I had MY way, I'd never let him out of my arms! Turning off the
overhead, I took us back to the bed, pulled down the covers one-handed, and
crawled into bed on my knees until we were far enough on that we could lie
down. Ronni only released his grip on me once we were settled. He then
locked us into a deep tongue-filled and soulful kiss that had none of the
passion of our earlier time in bed. This was simply a kiss of love between
two soul mates. The kiss was broken, finally when Ronni started to yawn.
He giggled softly.
"I guess I more tired than I think. It would be good to have sex now,
but too tired," he said, trying unsuccessfully to stifle another yawn.
" I tell you what, Love. Why don't you turn on your side and I'll
snuggle up to you and hold you. That sound good?"
"Mmmm, yeah. I like when you hold me when I sleep", he mumbled,
getting closer and closer to sleep. I reached back and turned off the
light on the nightstand as he rolled over onto his side. Once settled, I
scooted up to him so we were spooned, my soft cock nestled in his crack.
When he felt the contact, he lazily started moving his hips against me with
the inevitable result. As he continued moving against me, my cock hardened
until fully inflated and lying tucked into his crack. He actually began
increasing his motions, obviously catching a bit of second wind, and I
couldn't resist meeting his thrusts with my own.
"Phil," he said over his shoulder, "I really too tired to sex, but
would you put your cock in me and stay still? I am still a little sore but
really need to feel you inside when I go to sleep. I need to feel your
love in me. I want to be one with you when we sleep."
"Are you sure, Darling? I know you still must be sore, and I don't
want to hurt you."
"Please, Phil, my love, MY man," he said a little more forcefully.
"Please, make me one with you now."
"Ok, Sweetheart. Let me go get the lube; it's in the cr. I'll be
right back." I kissed his shoulder and rolled out of bed, my rampant
hardon leading the way and fumbled my way to the cr without turning on the
light. There was some ambient light illuminating the room that made it
fairly easy to find my way. I DID have to turn on the light in the cr so I
could find the lube where I'd left it earlier from examining Ronni's rectum
after our VERY vigorous sex. I easily found the lube, and remembering this
time to grab a towel for any cleanup, turned off the light and went back to
the bed, sliding in until I could feel Ronni's body.
"Ok, Love. Stay as you are but lift your top leg so I can put some
lube into you." He did as I said, fully exposing his young hole. I
generously lubed my fingers, and advanced on his bud with my middle finger.
I gently stroked the edges to see what his reaction would be, and noticed
that the puffiness had all but disappeared. Maybe it wouldn't hurt him as
much as I thought it might. I got an answer when he pushed back onto my
finger, maximizing contact. With that signal, I inserted my finger slowly,
listening for any signs of discomfort from him. He suddenly pushed his
hips back, fully embedding my finger, and moaned. Thinking it was going to
be too much for him to continue, I started to withdraw my finger, but he
reached back with his hand and stopped me.
"No!" he said. "Keep it there. It feel good, not bad. No hurt." My
finger had slipped into him quite easily. He was obviously looser than
before, so I made a "battle field decision", but only with his full
consent.
"Ronni," I said, "you feel pretty loose back here. I know you said
you want to sleep with my cock in you, so if you want, and ONLY if you
want, I'll just lube my cock and go in slowly. But to do this, you have to
make sure you really want it and be relaxed. Do you want to try that?"
"Oo," he said. "I really want this."
"Ok, Darling. Here we go."
I VERY generously grease my prong, then moved so that I was spooning
him again. Using my greased hand, I rubbed it on his hole, pushing what I
could just inside to ease entry, then, pulling back my foreskin, placed the
head at his entrance. I wiped off the excess lube with the towel, and
tossed it on the floor beside the bed. Then, being as gentle as I could, I
slowly pushed forward until my cock head was lodged just inside and waited
for Ronni's reaction. All I could hear from his were soft `Oo's, so he was
apparently doing ok. I slowly pressed forward until I felt my pubes
against his soft but muscular cheeks. This got a huge sigh of contentment
from him, as he pushed back, making sure that he had all I had to offer
inside him. With that, he reached back for my arm, pulling it over and
holding it firmly to his chest. With a deep sigh, his whole body relaxed
and I could soon tell by his slow, steady breathing, that my Ronni was
asleep. The feeling of his tight young hole wrapped around my cock was
definitely erotic, but comforting at the same time, and given the totally
exhausting day we'd had, I soon joined my Ronni in sleep.
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