Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 12:03:17 -0800 (PST)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love - chapter 41

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    BY
				    JM

Email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com

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This and all subsequent chapters are dedicated to my very own Filipino
Love!


			     CHAPTER FORTY-ONE


     As we walked along the beach toward Ronni's parents' house, with each
couple holding hands, I tried to keep the conversation on the topics of the
day minus any mention of the mall incident.  The computer was obviously the
big hit, and they talked animatedly about all the things Lorenzo had shown
them and about how much fun some of the games were.  I could still sense,
however, a bad case of nerves in both of them, but at least they weren't
operating on pure terror as had been pretty much the case until only
recently.  Ronni was also doing his best to keep them distracted, and it
looked like the boys were going to do ok.  Sure, they were nervous --
scared, even -- but they had made a vow of commitment to one another, and
now, they were determined to take the first major hurdle together as a
couple.

     Whenever you don't want it to, time has a way of speeding up, and that
was the case now, as we all too soon, it seemed, found ourselves at the
head of the alley leading to the courtyard outside the Martinez house.
Everyone paused while Paulo and Mario seemed to physically deflate, any
bravado they had quickly vanishing, as they knew that this was it.  This
would become a defining moment in their relationship, and one, I'm sure,
they'd remember for the rest of their lives, no matter the outcome, and I
said a silent prayer that the memory would be a pleasant one.  The two boys
turned face to face, put their arms tightly around each other and kissed
sweetly, close-mouthed and no tongue.  This was a kiss of deep love, which
seemed to transmit strength into both of them, for as they broke apart,
they both stood tall, and, with a nod at Ronni and me, took each other's
hand and walked toward the house.  We could see Sanie's motorcycle near the
door, and that seemed to perk the boys up even more.  As we reached the
door, it was obvious that there were more people there than just Sanie and
Ronni's parents.  There were two other young male voices that could be
heard, and Paulo and Mario froze at the doorstep.  Suddenly, their faces
both broke out in huge grins as they recognized the voices of their
brothers and they quickly entered the room, only to stop dead in their
tracks, a look of shock and horror quickly replacing the grins, all color
draining from their faces.  As Ronni and I entered, I could see Venus,
Marcus and Sanie sitting on the sofa, and Jareth and Dhomz were seated on
the floor beside a woman who could only be Paulo's mother.  The family
resemblance was striking, so there was no doubt.  Seeing the look on the
boys' faces, Dhomz and Jareth both jumped up, and each soon had his brother
in a tight hug.

     "It's ok," I could hear Dhomz say to Paulo.  "Everything is ok."  Both
Paulo and Mario were trembling in their brothers' arms, and they were about
two seconds to meltdown.  Mrs. Calinga quickly rose from her chair and came
over to her sons, gently pulling Paulo out of his brother's embrace into
one of her own.  I could hear her talking softly to her distraught son as
she gently rubbed his back.  Paulo started sobbing hysterically, as he
grabbed his mother even closer.  Mario was also crying in Jareth's arms as
he listened to the mother and son exchange beside him.

     "She's telling him everything is ok," he said quietly, leaning into
me.  "She says that both she and Mrs. Magsayo have suspected for some time
that their sons had feelings for each other that were more than just
friends.  She says they have had many talks about this, and they both have
decided that they are still the sons they have always loved, and they
always will."  Ronni's eyebrows shot up as he continued to listen and
translate for me.  "She just said that they are lucky to have such a good
friend like me who can help them.  Wow, Phil!" he exclaimed.  "I had big
hopes that things would be ok, but not as ok as this!  She has given them
the blessing of Mrs. Magsayo and herself."  At that moment, Mrs. Calinga
released one arm from hugging her son and pulled Mario into their embrace,
kissing his tear-stained cheek.  She talked quietly to him, as the tears
continued to flow down the cheeks of the two boys.  Jareth and Dhomz were
also crying quietly and smiling, and both Ronni and I also had wet cheeks.
Looking across to the other three adults, they were all in the same state,
and all had gentle, loving smiles on their faces as they watched the scene
before them.

     "Did you have anything to do with this?" Ronni asked Dhomz.

     "Just a little," he replied, then indicating Jareth with a nod of the
head.  "We both did, actually.  We will tell you later." At that moment,
Mrs. Calinga turned toward Ronni.

     "You help them, yes?" she asked.  Then looking at me added, "You help
too, please."  It was clear that English was definitely not her strong
suit.  Ronni went to her and hugged her, speaking softly.  She nodded her
head and smiled through her tears, as she kissed his cheek.  "Good boy,"
she said, caressing his cheek.  Then, looking at me, she said, "Good man."
Paulo began talking to her, and as he talked, her gaze shifted between
Ronni and me.  She was still smiling, and, as Paulo finished, she looked
again at Ronni, and me.  "Good boy, good man," she reiterated, then added,
with emphasis, "good friend."  Ronni kissed her cheek and came over to
stand beside me again, with his arm around my waist.

     "I need a drink!" declared Sanie loudly, some of the few words of
English I'd ever heard her speak.  I think those words were also in
Mrs. Calinga's limited vocabulary as she joined in the laughter that
erupted at that statement.  The seated adults all got up and came over to
where the rest of were standing, and we were soon in a group hug, which
seemed to becoming a tradition in the Martinez household.

     While Sanie and Venus went off to get the drink fixings, the rest of
us migrated to the seating area.  Marcus told Mrs. Calinga to sit on the
sofa with her youngest son, and the rest of us sat around on the floor,
with Mario at his boyfriend's feet.  Mrs. Calinga put her arm around her
son and reached down to stroke Mario's head.  Mario took her hand, and,
turning toward her, pressed the back of it to his forehead in the sign of
respect before kissing it.  Mrs. Calinga was clearly touched by this and
smiled lovingly at him.  She had seen both boys grow from infants to teens,
and it was plainly obvious that she had a deep affection for her son's
friend, now boyfriend.  I turned to Marcus and was telling him about the
latest potential purchase when Sanie and Venus returned with ubiquitous
bottle of rum and cans of coke, along with glasses.  The adults all soon
had a rum and coke while the boys each had their own can of coke.  Paulo
looked at his mother with puppy dog eyes, and she handed him her drink.  He
took a small sip and immediately made a face, going "yech!"  Mario looked
up with the same request in his body language, and, with a nod and a smile
from his mother, Paulo passed the glass to him with the same results.  We
were all laughing at the faces the boys made, when Dhomz asked if he could
try it.  Sighing resignedly, she passed him the glass.  He took a huge
swig, most likely trying to show how adult he was, but he ended up coughing
and sputtering furiously, as the fiery liquid burned its way down his
throat.  He quickly handed the drink to his mother and proceeded to down
about half his can of coke, hoping to quench the flames.  Everyone was
laughing uproariously, and as soon as he was able, Dhomz joined in,
good-naturedly.

     When everyone had calmed down, conversations broke out among various
groups, and I took the time to finish telling Marcus about the new purchase
and my reasons for buying it.  He was very enthusiastic and thought I had
come up with not only a good and workable solution to a potential problem,
but also a smart business move, since the income from each property would
most likely exceed what it would have otherwise.  We clinked our glasses in
a toast, then I asked if I could see him and Venus in the kitchen for a
moment.  He got a mild look of concern on his face, but I reassured him
there was nothing wrong with Ronni.  I did, however, feel that I needed to
tell them about what had happened at the mall.  Marcus caught his wife's
eye, and, with a nod of his head, indicated that she should join us.  Once
we were seated at the kitchen table with our drinks, I told them in as
non-graphic terms but as fully as possible about Ronni's assault.  Both of
them gasped in horror, and Venus looked like she was going to faint, while
Marcus' face grew bright red with anger.  They both took a good healthy
slug of their drinks before saying anything.

     "First of all, Phil, we are not upset at all with you," he said,
seeing the look of concern on my face.  "In fact, if you and your friend
had not been there, it could have turned out much worse.  Ronni goes to
that mall a lot, and if this had happened on any one of those other times,
it scares me to death to think of what the outcome might have been.  But
you were there this time, and, thank God, there was no physical harm.  The
fact that this did not happen any other time other than this time when you
were there to protect him I strongly feel is a sign from God and is solid
proof that you are the one meant to be at his side through life and protect
him.  I am concerned, however, about the mental harm.  Have you seen
anything in him since then that would be a cause for worry?"

     "Those were my exact thoughts, too," I answered.  "He seems to be
working everything out in his mind, and there have been a few times when
he's mentioned it.  That's a good thing.  I would be very concerned if he
didn't talk about it at all.  Lorenzo, the young man who was with us, is
going to keep an eye on him while I'm away, and he'll also be listening to
what Ronni's friends say if they see any change whatsoever in his behavior.
I'm sure both of you will notice any change, too, since it looks like Ronni
will be staying here with you while we have some work done on the house
while I'm away.  I'm prepared to arrange trauma counseling for him if it
comes to that, but if he continues as he is now, I don't think it will be
necessary.

     "I should also tell you that I'm hiring a bodyguard for him.  This
will be especially needed once we get the hotels up and running, and my
name becomes well known.  And he'll become just as well known, since he
never voluntarily leaves my side, so it will be clear to anyone who sees us
that we're close.  I was actually a little afraid of how he would take the
news about the bodyguard, but he surprised me by having already thought
about our security issues prior to today and is in full agreement with me.
It's also very ironic that Ronni already knows the guy somewhat who I'm
considering hiring for the position.  He's coming to the house tomorrow
morning at 11:00, and I'd like it if you could join us, with Christian and
Sara, of course.  You may have some questions for him that I may not, and
your input would be greatly appreciated.  We're planning to have a cookout
and swim time after the interview period to which the guard and his spouse
have been invited.  And I should probably alert you now.  They're another
gay couple."

     "Who a person loves does not define that person," said Venus, joining
the conversation.  She was looking a lot better than before, but you could
still tell that the news really bothered her.  I also noticed that her
drink was now more than half gone.  "I think we should be there, don't you,
Marcus?"

     "Definitely," he agreed readily.  "I'm sure we will most likely have
some questions for him, and if he's the one you hire to protect my son, I
would like to also get to know him as a person."

     "Thanks," I said.  "Aside from the interview part, I think we'll have
a good time.  Now, I have something I wanted to ask you both that I find
hard to do, especially after telling you about what happened at the mall.
I'm thinking this may not be the right time."

     "Nonsense!"  exclaimed Venus.  "Our son considers himself married to
you, which makes you our son-in-law and a member of the family.  You can
say or ask anything."  Marcus nodded his agreement.

   "Ok, here goes," I said, with an apologetic smile.  "It's as you just
said.  Ronni and I consider ourselves married in spirit and in life.  To
strengthen that tie, he asked to take my last name as his.  Ronni was and
is your son long before he met me, although his dreams told him I was on
the way and that we would be united in love for life.  I told him that
because of the fact that he is, and always will be, your son, he needs to
honor you by keeping your name.  My solution was to suggest that we
hyphenate our last names to Martinez-James.  I'd like to know how you truly
feel about that."  There was a heavy silence as Marcus and Venus looked at
each other.  Shit!!  I hope I haven't pissed them off!  I was relieved when
I saw a small smile on Venus' face.

     "You know, Phil," she began, "once you actually showed up in his life
and we saw how deeply committed the two of you are, we thought that
something like this might happen.  But we were afraid that he would drop
Martinez completely and go with only James.  What you suggest is a good
compromise and one we can accept.  And if I heard you correctly, you sad WE
would make this change. I can't begin to tell you how happy and proud that
makes me that you would also do this.  When would you like to make the
change?"  Holy shit!!! YES!! YES!! YES!!  Ronni's going to shoot to the
moon when he hears this!

     "I'd like to do this for Ronni before I leave Friday, if it can be
arranged," I said, desperately trying to keep my emotions in check.  "I was
thinking that I won't make the change for myself until I get back to the
US. I'm totally committed to this and want to make sure I change all my
official documents and records, including my passport.  But I'll probably
wait until I come back to take care of that one, since it will take too
much time to process there along with everything else.  Once I have all the
other documents changed, I can always make the change on my passport
through the US embassy in Manila."

     "Unfortunately, anything pertaining to official documents like birth
certificates and baptismal records, both of which will need to be altered
for Ronni, take time," Marcus said.  My heart plummeted.  "However, you
have probably already noticed that a few, well-placed pesos can effectively
grease the wheels of bureaucracy here.  If you are willing to pay what is,
let's face it, a bribe, I think we can get things done, not in the official
months, but definitely within a few days.  Maybe even within one day if we
can catch the right official at the right time."

     "I'll do anything it takes to make this happen," I said, with a huge
sigh of relief.  Marcus chuckled.

     "Had you worried there for a minute, didn't I," he said, obviously
very pleased with pulling a fast one on me.  "We can go to the record
office first thing Monday morning, if that's ok with you."

     "Monday morning will be great!" I enthused.  "The only other thing
that might get in the way is that land deal I told you about.  I'll
probably be hearing on that sometime Monday, but I think it's going to be
little more than offer/counter offer, and I can probably do that over the
phone with Josie."  Josie!!!  Shit!!! She was supposed to have stopped by
the house with that list of contractors.  I'd completely forgotten about
it, what with worrying about the boys and trying to figure out how to
handle things tonight.  And here it was, several hours later than she said
she'd be by, and she didn't show, and there have been no phone calls.
Phone calls!  I quickly pulled out my cel phone and noticed the battery was
dead.  Dammit!  I've got to remember to plug it in every night!  Idiot!!!
I suddenly noticed Venus and Marcus looking at me with some concern.  Small
wonder.  I probably look like a lunatic, running my hand through my hair
and muttering under my breath.

     "Sorry about that," I said, with an apologetic smile.  "When I said
her name, I remembered that Josie was supposed to have stopped by the house
earlier with some information I needed.  It just now occurred to me that
she hadn't, and I wondered why she hadn't at least called.  Dead battery,"
I added, waving my cel phone.  Marcus chuckled.

     "I'm always forgetting to charge mine, and if was not for my very
observant wife, it would most likely never be charged, but it's working
now.  Would you like to use it to call Josie?  At least it will give you
peace of mind knowing what happened, if you can reach her."

     "Thanks," I said, gratefully.  Getting her business card out of my
wallet, I quickly dialed her number.  It rang six times and went to
voicemail.  "Hi, it's Phil," I said as soon as I got the prompt.  "We've
had a very hectic evening and I forgot you were even supposed to..."  I was
interrupted by Josie picking up.

     "Hi, Phil.  I'm really glad you called," she said breathlessly.  "I
didn't recognize the number and waited to screen the voicemail."

     "Sorry about that," I replied.  "I just now found out that my battery
on my phone died, and I'm using Marcus' phone.  We're at his house now.
But it sounds like you've been trying to reach me.  What's up?"

     "Good news, I hope," she said.  "I was on the phone to the owners of
that property shortly after you left.  As we thought, they said your offer
was too low and countered with 18 million.  From the tone of the guy's
voice, I could tell he was anxious to make some sort of deal right away.
The pressure really must be on them to sell right away.  I hope you aren't
upset, by I countered with 13 million on your behalf.  I could hear him
talking to someone in the background and came back on and lowered to 16.5.
I came back with 14, and I could hear him talking again in the background.
Whoever it was sounded very upset and I could hear the guy I was talking to
sigh.  He came back with 15 million and said they couldn't possibly go any
lower.  I told him we accepted that offer on the condition that we can
close no later than Thursday.  He actually seemed quite pleased with that
and said that it would be no problem, so they must really need the money in
a hurry.  I hope I did the right thing."

     "Josie, girl, you did great!!" I all but shouted.  "I was even
prepared to go a bit higher than 15, so you did the right thing.  Thanks so
much, and especially for pushing for an early closing.  I owe you big
time!"

     "Oh, don't worry about that," she laughed.  "I'll get my pound of
flesh."

     "Thanks again, Josie," preparing to hang up, then stopping.  "By the
way, I'm having a cookout and swim tomorrow after interviewing that friend
of Lorenzo's.  The Martinez' will be there too.  Do you think you'd be able
to join us?"

     "I'd really love to," she said, with obvious regret, "but Sunday is
the caregiver's day off, and I need to stay with my parents.  I'll take a
raincheck, though."  She chuckled.  "I seem to be running a tab on those!
That's now the second one."

     "I'm sorry you won't be able to make it," I said, sincerely.  "We'll
definitely have to find a good time to get together.  But if there's any
way you can get away tomorrow, just show up any time after noon.  You're
always welcome, and I feel I really owe you for all the extras you've done
for Ronni and me.  If we don't see you tomorrow, we can talk on Monday
about the land deal.  I'll probably be tied up in the morning with other
business but should be free sometime after lunch."

     "That will be fine, Phil," she said.  "And again, I regret not being
able to join you tomorrow, but I'll see what I can do. If I could find
someone to stay with my parents for a while, I'll definitely be there.  It
sounds like it would be fun."

     "We'll be thinking of you if you can't," I replied.  "And thanks again
for a great job. Bye."

     "Bye," she said, and we disconnected.

     "I take it that the land purchase went through," said Marcus.

     "It did, thanks to Josie," I said.  "She did a great job negotiating.
I got it for 5 million less than the asking price."

     "That's great," said Venus, clearly impressed.  "She seems like a very
smart young woman.  Oh," she added.  "We need to tell you that Marcus and I
have discussed it, and we have decided to accept your offer of employment."

     "Wow!" I exclaimed, slumping back in my chair in shock.  "Can this day
possibly end any better?"  The two of them laughed.

     "Just let us know when you would like us to start," said Marcus.  "I
need to let my company know enough in advance."

     "Of course," I said.  "I understand.  It will be sometime after I get
back, but I can't really say exactly when yet.  I'll definitely give you
enough advance notice though."

     "Good," Venus said.  "We believe we will very much enjoy working with
you.  You are family now, after all."

     "Speaking of which, I guess I'd better get Ronni and head home.  It's
been quite a day!"  I finally managed to say.  Just as we stood, Ronni came
into the room and straight to my side, putting his arm around my waist.
Venus kissed both Ronni and me on the cheek, and Marcus kissed his forehead
and patted me on the back, as they both left the room.

     "What took you so long?" he asked, putting his arms around me.  "I
missed you."

     "I missed you too, Sweetheart," I said, as I rubbed his back.  "But
good things happened here.  Very good things.  I'll tell you all about it
on the way home."

     "Can Paulo and Mario spend the night again?" he asked, snuggling
closer.

     "I don't mind," I said, "but that's up to their parents."

     "Mrs. Calinga said it's ok," he said.  "She and Mrs.  Magsayo talked
earlier and said it was ok if they were asked."

     "Well, let's go get them and head home then," I said, kissing the top
of his head.  "It's getting late, and everyone's had a pretty long day."
Hand in hand, we went through into the living room.  Mrs.  Calinga seemed a
bit surprised at first by our little PDA, but got a soft look on her face
as she looked from Ronni to me as a gentle smile graced her lips.  As we
were all hugging our goodbyes, I asked Ronni to ask his lola if she'd like
to come to the cookout tomorrow.  He bashfully admitted he already had, and
that she said she'd be happy to come.  I hugged him and told him that in
situations like that, that it was ok for him to invite his lola without
asking me first- that it was his house, too, and he was really pleased with
my response.  Then he looked at me with a shy smile and told me he had also
invited Jareth and Dhomz.  Smiling, I pinched his butt, and he giggled as
he went over and retrieved a bag from behind the door, which, I guessed,
had clothes in it for our guests.  Someone was planning ahead, but it also
told me how committed the boys' mothers were in helping to support their
sons in their nascent relationship.  Before we left, I went to Mrs. Calinga
and thanked her for all she and Mrs. Magsayo were doing for their sons and
for letting them sleep over again.  Dhomz translated for me, and she seemed
genuinely touched.  She surprised me by giving me a hug, and when she
stepped back, she said, "Very good man."  I smiled at her in reply, then,
after telling Dhomz and Jareth that we'd see them tomorrow, I gathered up
the troops, and we headed home.

     The boys started chattering excitedly to one another the second we
were out the door.  They were so wound up over how the evening had gone
that they were slipping back and forth between English and Tagalog without
even noticing.  Paulo and Mario were walking slightly ahead of us, and
Ronni would give me the condensed version in translation, although it was
plainly obvious that they were happily talking about the acceptance they'd
gotten from their mothers, their love for them and their brothers, who had
evidently gone to bat for them on some level, and their own love for each
other.  Their voices got quieter, as they put their arms around each
other's waist and leaned in closer.  I'm guessing they were getting into
the more intimate details of their relationship, and this was confirmed
when Ronni giggled.  He obviously caught at least part of their
conversation, and leaned his head closer to mine.

     "Boy, are they planning to have fun tonight!" he whispered excitedly.
"I was horny for you before, but listening to what they're telling each
other they're going to do when they go to bed has got me so hard, and my
pants are getting wet from it leaking.  I hope you weren't planning to go
to sleep right away!"  Shit!!  Now he's got me in the same condition,
although I had been pretty borderline to begin with.

     "Anything you want, sweet boy," I said, pulling him closer.  "Anything
you want!"  He groaned softly and moved his hand down and caressed my butt.
Is it really only 15 minutes to home?  Seems like we've been walking for
hours!!  We finally reached the house, and I think everyone was anxious to
get behind closed doors with their lovers, and even though it wasn't really
that late, sweaty, naked bodies on a bed was on everybody's mind.  The last
50 yards was done almost at a trot.  As soon we got inside, I told the two
newly-sanctioned lovebirds they could use the cr first to get ready for
bed, and they took off with toothy grins.  Once I heard the cr door shut, I
pulled Ronni into my arms and kissed him passionately.  We both moaned into
each other's mouth in sexual heat as our groins rubbed together, both of
our cocks rock-solid.  When we broke the kiss, Ronni looked into my eyes,
panting from lust.  From the look on his face, his itch was back with a
vengeance, and I fully intended to scratch it very thoroughly.

     "Wow!" Ronni gasped.  "I felt that right down to my toes!"

     "And that's just a starter for later," I said, caressing his cheek.
"But there's something I have to tell you now since it may be happening
Monday, if all goes well."

     "Was this something you and my parents were talking about?" he asked.

     "Yep," I replied "Monday, we put in the papers for Mr. Ronni
Martinez-James."

     "What papers?"  he asked.  And then the lights went on!  "You
mean...my...I'll...you?"  He was so totally blown away, he couldn't even
speak, but it was obvious he knew what I meant, as he slammed against me so
hard we almost ended up on the floor and he started bawling loudly.  "Oh,
Phil, Oh, my Phil!  Oh, God! Oh, GodohGodohGod!!"  He was sobbing and
wailing, rocking within my arms, my shirt soaked with his tears as he
continued to absorb and assimilate the news.  I was also sobbing with
emotion, and the loud wails he was making brought Mario and Paulo running
from the cr in just their underwear, uncertain and scared for their friend,
not knowing the reason for his outburst.  They slowed as they got closer,
fear written all over their faces.

     "Wha...What's the matter with Ronni?" asked a clearly frightened
Paulo, as he saw the two of us clutching each other for dear life, crying.

     "Believe it or not, he's actually happy," I said, sniffling.  "I just
told him something that he really wanted to hear. We'll tell you once we've
both calmed down.  Why don't you two go finish up your shower, and we'll
meet out here when you're done.  He should be ok by then."  Not really sure
about things but taking my word for it, they both came over to us and put
their hands comfortingly on his back and kissed his cheek.  Ronni lifted
his head and gave them a soft smile and nod in acknowledgement, which
seemed to satisfy them, and they headed back to the cr, glancing a few
times over their shoulders on the way to make sure their buddy really was
ok.  With a huge, shuddering sigh and sniff, Ronni pulled back enough so he
could look into my eyes.

     "Mama and Papa really says it's ok?" he asked.  "That I change my
name?"

     "They're both ok with it," I assured him.  "Actually, they were pretty
happy about it.  They were pretty sure you would want to do something like
this, but they thought you would just want to use my name and not your
family name.  Having both names split with a hyphen was the perfect
solution, and they were very relieved and happy."

     "Oh, Phil," he sobbed, putting his head on my shoulder, "I can't begin
to tell you how very happy that makes me.  Even though we can't get married
here, at least all my official papers will have my first name with your
last name on them.  It's the closest thing we can do here to be married."

     "As far as we're both concerned, we're already married," I said,
kissing his head.

     "Yes," he said softly.  "You are my husband forever, and I am your
spouse until I'm 18 and am a legal adult.  Then, I will be your husband,
too."  He'd plainly given this a lot of thought, and it made sense for a
relationship like ours.  This young man has an amazingly sharp mind.

     "I think that's the perfect way to describe us," I said.  Then
realizing that Mario and Paulo would be back shortly for their explanation,
I held Ronni at arms' length and wiped his tear-stained cheeks with my
thumbs.  "Let's use the sink over here and get cleaned up.  We both look
kind of rough. Mario and Paulo will be back soon, and I think we should
look a little more presentable."  I grabbed some napkins from the counter
and handed some to him to blow his nose.  I did the same, then also
grabbing a clean dishtowel, we went to the sink where he splashed water on
his face to get rid of some of the puffiness, then, drying with the towel,
I followed his example.  After getting some water from the ref, we went and
sat on the sofa, waiting for his friends to return.  While we waited, we
just sat quietly with him sitting on my thighs with his head on my
shoulder, as I slowly rubbed his back.  It was a calm and peaceful moment,
which we both needed right then to get our emotions under control, and we
could probably have fallen asleep like this if the boys hadn't returned
just then.

     After determining that Ronni was ok, I offered them something to
drink.  They both opted for juice and told me to stay with Ronni. They knew
where it was, and they were soon sitting beside us on the sofa, each with a
small can of pineapple juice.  They each took a sip, then turned so that
Paulo had his back resting on the arm of the sofa with Mario snuggled
between his legs, leaning on his boyfriend's chest.

     "So what happened to Ronni?" asked Mario, looking with concern at his
friend.

     "Do you want to tell them, Love, or should I?" I asked my young lover.

     "I think you better tell them," he said softly.  "I don't think I can
say it without crying again."  He snuggled closer and put his head sideways
on my shoulder, facing his friends.

     "A few days ago, Ronni and I were talking about our relationship, and
we both felt that what we had was just like a marriage -- that we both felt
that we were married to each other.  Ronni said that in a real marriage,
one spouse takes the last name of the other o they both have the same last
name.  He wanted to take my last name as his, but I thought that he really
should keep his family name to honor his parents.  We decided that we would
use both last names with a hyphen -- a dash -- between them, so that his
name would be Ronni Martinez-James.  The next step was to get his parents'
permission, and tonight, they gave it.  They were really happy about our
double name, because they had a feeling that because of how much Ronni
loved me that he would want to take my last name, and that made them kind
of sad.  Ronni is and always will be their son, and if he dropped his
family name to take mine, it was like they were losing a son.  The way
we'll do it now, keeping his family name as at least part of his last name
would show that he was still their son, although I know he'd never stop
being their son just over a name.  But, as you both know, family is very
important here.  That's why you have your mother's family name as your
middle name.  So, to make a long story even longer, (they all laughed), the
reason Ronni was crying so hard is because this was something that he
really, really wanted.  And when I told him his parents were ok with it, he
was so happy inside that there was too much to keep inside and it all came
out.  So, does that explain it well enough for you?  Do you have any
questions for us?"

     "Are you ok now, Ronni?" asked Paulo.

     "I'm so much more than ok that I can't tell you!" answered Ronni,
hugging me tightly and kissing my cheek.

     "We were pretty scared when we saw before," said Mario.  "We thought
something really bad happened."

     "I'm sorry," said Ronni.  "You two are my best friends.  I didn't mean
to upset you."

     "We are just so glad that you are ok," said Mario.  "We love you and
want you always to be happy.  I think, when we are old enough, I want to
change my name like yours.  I think `Mario Magsayo-Calinga' sounds good."
Paulo gasped and clutched Mario tightly and started crying.

     "My Mario," he sobbed, "I love you so much!"  This got Mario going,
and both Ronni and I had silent tears running down our cheeks.  What a
beautiful thing his friends had between them.

     "There's one thing I haven't told Ronni yet," I said, once everyone
had calmed down somewhat.  "Now that Ronni's parents have given their
blessing to changing his name, once I'm back here and settled, I plan to
have my last name changed to match his."  Ronni's eyes flew open and his
face crumpled.

     "Oh my God!!" he shouted, hugging me so hard it seemed like he was
trying to pull himself inside me.  "Oh, Phil! My Phil!  My husband!  I love
you, I love you, I love you!!"  He was soaking my shoulder with his tears,
since my shirt was already sopping wet from his earlier outbursts, and I
was doing a pretty good job of wetting his.  Out of the corner of my eye, I
could see Mario and Paulo with tears streaming down their faces and with
ear-to-ear grins, and Mario was clapping his hands in glee.

     Once this present emotional typhoon passed, we talked for a while
about love and relationships but oddly, nothing about sex.  There were some
more tears, more laughter and a roomful of love.  I finally noticed the
time and offered cr rights to Paulo and Mario first.  Once they returned
from their nightly ablutions, Ronni and I hugged and kissed them goodnight,
and went into the bedroom, shutting and LOCKING the door behind us.  After
our round in the cr, we went back to the bedroom, and Ronni quickly got
onto the bed, lying flat with his legs spread and bent at the knees and
began stroking his now-hard young cock.

     "Husband," he growled sexily at me while waving a tube of lube he'd
grabbed on the way, "I have a very bad itch deep inside that really needs
to be scratched!"  Being the dutiful and loving husband that I am, I more
than willingly obliged him.  Twice!!



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