Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2012 22:21:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love Chapter 5

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    By
				    JM

		       Email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one

			       CHAPTER FIVE


     Eventually, I took us into shore and sat down on the towel I had left.
Ronni never once loosened his hold on me, clinging to me like a second
skin.  Not that I was complaining, mind you!  I could stay like this,
holding him forever!  He, quite simply, just felt so very good, so very
RIGHT, here in my arms.  We had to make some minor adjustments when I sat
down on the towel, but we were basically locked in the same embrace...yes,
that's exactly what it was!...as we were in the water.  We sat like this
for a few minutes, me still gently stroking his back and placing a soft
kiss on his neck from time to time.  He simply held me with his arms and
legs, seemingly to pull himself into me so that we became one.  And I was
positive I felt his lips on the side of my neck, planting a gentle kiss
each time.  Finally, I softly said, "Ronni?"

     He slowly lifted his head from its resting place until we were once
more looking into each other's eyes.  While there was still a bit of
moisture in his, the flow had at least stopped.  I know it's been said and
written many times, but until I saw it for myself, I knew that the eyes
staring back at me were filled with an incredible love.  I was immediately
awed and humbled by what I saw in his eyes, directed at ME!  How is
something like this possible?  How can someone Ronni's age possibly even
conceive of the strength and intensity of the love that was so very evident
before me in his eyes?  While not denying or demeaning what I saw, I had to
ask.

     "Ronni," I said, "what's happening here?  What's happened with us?"
The answer sent a shiver through my body.

     "I love you," he said.  "I have always love you."

     "But how can you?" I said.  "We only just met a few hours ago."

     "When I was 10, my lola told me I would meet you."

     "So, your grandmother (I knew this word) told you?  How did she know?"
This was getting definitely interesting, to say the very least.

     "I stay with her sometimes, and she stay with me sometimes at the
house of my parents.  When I was 10, I had a dream at her house.  I dreamed
of handsome man who love me very much.  It was you I saw.  It was a very
good dream.  I keep thinking of it all day, and ask my lola before going to
sleep what she thought dream meant.  My lola has, um, er (he was struggling
to find the right words).  Yes!  It is called "third eye".  She can see
things others cannot, and she can tell what dreams mean.  When I tell her
my dream, she tell me I will soon meet you and we find love together.  But
the time seem too long.  She say "soon", but I wait 4 years for you."

     "Well, " I said, "that answers one question I had.  I wondered how old
you are.  So you are now 14.  The other question I have for you may upset
you, and that's the very last thing I ever want to do to you, so please
forgive me if it does upset you.  I don't ever want to upset or hurt you
ever!  Ronni, are you gay?"

     Without a second's hesitation, he nodded his head and said, "Yes.  Are
you?"

     I winked and smiled at him.  "What do YOU think?  Yeah, I'm gay, too,
Ronni."

     He wrapped himself even tighter around and said, "Then my lola is
right!!  When I first saw you, I like you a lot.  I not think of my dream,
so I not know you until you hold me and rubbed my back...exactly like in my
dream.  I not only have the dream when I am 10.  I have had it many times
since then, and as I get older, the dream caused things to happen to my
body."  This last he said, blushing furiously, and again buried his head on
my shoulder to hide his embarrassment.  I don't really think he meant to
tell me everything, but he just got caught up in the moment and blurted it
out.  I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I held him tighter.

     "Not funny, mister!" he said, with a mild slap to my back.  But I knew
he wasn't upset as I could feel his facial muscles that were against my
neck stretch into a grin.

     At this point, the sun was setting, so I told Ronni we needed to clean
up the empty coke cans left behind by his buddies.  One thing I've noticed
since I got here is that litter is everywhere.  I guess paradise has its
dark side. We walked slowly back to the cottage, occasionally bumping
shoulders or hips and laughing.  Once inside, we put the empties into the
recycling bin, then I started to see what I could put together for a quick
meal.  Ronni said he needed to use the cr, and after showing him where it
was, went back to my search for a meal.  Then it suddenly dawned on me.
Ronni had a home and family to get to, and it was getting on to the time
when most parents would start to worry if their kids weren't home.  When he
came back to the kitchen where I was putting together a salad that could
double as a meal, I asked him what time he needed to be home.

     With a very determined look on his face, he crossed those oh-so-thin
yet sexy arms over his adolescent chest and said, " I AM home!"  He then
sat on one of the bar stools at the counter a just looked at me, daring me
to deny the veracity of his statement.  With a sigh, I put the salad
makings back into the fridge and went around to the other side of the
counter where he was sitting.  Holding out my arms, I said, "C'mere, Love."

     The look on his face was priceless, as he leapt into my arms, once
again molding himself to me with arms and legs.  I carried him over to the
sofa, where I sat down carefully, not wanting to hurt those gorgeous legs
currently wrapped around me.  "Ronni," I said, once we were settled.  "Look
at me please."  He lifted his head from its resting place on my shoulder
and looked into my eyes.  And there it was again...that look of love in his
eyes that took my breath away.  I shook my head slightly and thought, "What
did I ever do to receive such love!"

     I must have said it out loud, as Ronni placed his delicate hands on
either side of my face and said, "Because it was meant to be.  My lola say
so, and I believe it in my heart."  With that, he leaned forward and placed
the gentlest kiss on my lips, and in that kiss, there was such love as I
had ever known.  But unfortunately, the stark realities of our situation
slapped me like a cold, wet washcloth.  Even so, I returned his kiss with,
I hope, as much feeling as he had shown me, then sighed heavily.

   "Ronni, in less than half a day, I have fallen so deeply in love with
you that it makes me dizzy."  He giggled at that.  "But a good dizzy," I
continued.  "I totally believe you what you said about your lola saying
this...us...the love I feel for you and the love I can see in your eyes
that you have for me.  But we have a big problem here. I'm 32 years old and
you're 14.  There are laws in this country and many others that say what we
are getting into is against the law.  And since I'm supposed to be the
adult here, I could get into a lot of trouble...even put in prison...for
having the kind of relationship with you that I think we both want.  I know
I certainly do.  I hope you do, too."  He vigorously nodded his head yes.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?  Or maybe I'm asking?  Do we want to
risk going against the law to continue our relationship?  Believe me when I
say, Love, that if there was a way we could do this without others knowing,
especially those who could hurt us, then I most definitely and happily
would.  I don't want to see you get hurt in ANY way, and if you love me as
much as I can see in your eyes and your heart, then if I should be arrested
and put in jail, that would definitely be a BIG hurt for you.  I love you
so much, Ronni.  I love your arms around me, I love your smile, I love what
I see in your heart and in your eyes whenever you look at me, and
yes...I'll even willing admit that I would like to make love to your body
in any way you want.  You may only be 14, but if have already seen in you a
strength and wisdom far older than that.  When I see and feel your love,
there is no age difference in my heart.  But as I said, there are others
who will see differently.  What about your parents, for instance?  What
would they say to you having a loving relationship with someone more than
twice your age?"  God, I hated putting him through this, but I just HAD to
make him see the bad, as well as the good.  But...What the hell!?!?!  He
was smiling at me!  After all that shit I just dumped about the law, and he
just sat there on my lap, arms and legs still around me and smiling?  What
the fuck!!!

     "Phil," he said.  That was the very first time he called me by my
name, and my heart flipped in my chest.  God, what a rush of love came over
me simply by hearing him say my name.  "I need to tell you some things.
Maybe you not feel bad when I finish.  `K?"  I just smiled and nodded,
giving him the go-ahead.  "My lola knows I am gay, and that the man of my
dream is gay, and that will be the kind of love we have for each other for
all our lives."  At this, I raised a questioning eyebrow and started to say
something, but Ronni place a finger on my lips.  "Let me tell you all, then
you talk. `K?" he said with a small smile.  Again, I just nodded my head.

     "My lola," he said, "is ...how you say?...wise woman for family and
others.  She knows much about dreams, how to heal sickness, and can see
things that happen many years from now.  And I have heard my family and
others say she never wrong.  If she say you and me have many, many years
together, then that is what will happen.  She see nothing bad...no law, no
jail...only good things.  She also say that it not matter if you love woman
or man.  She say love a precious gift from God, and who you love does not
matter, only that there is love for each other.  The words my lola speaks
are believed by many to be true, so even they do not really see how you and
me can love, if lola say that a good thing, then the people know it is
true.  My parents also know I am loving a man...that I am gay.  I think I
know I am gay since the first dream I have about you.  Since then, I know I
only like boys, girls as friends only.  There are many offers to have sex
with other boys and even some men.  (I bristled at that remark!)  But I
only want sex with the one I love and who loves me.  I wait for you.  I
only have sex with my hand until you."  With that he blushed prettily and
ducked his head for a moment.  "But my parents DO know about me and the man
in my dream...you!  My lola have talk with them and me, and we talk much
about it.  We talk for very long time.  My parents believe my lola, just
like others, so they say ok.  My parents love me and want me to be happy.
They know `cuz of my dream that you and I will be together when I am still
young and that you are old ("er", I added in my mind).  They ok.  We will
go to my house so you meet them.  We not go now `cuz they stay night at my
Tita Sara's house.  But tomorrow, we go."  This all certainly explains
Ronni's mind-set regarding the two of us.  Evidently his parents are ok
with him being in a relationship with a much older man, but are they
really?  It seems the grandmother wields a lot of clout in the family and
among others, but do I really trust Ronni's assessment of his parents'
acceptance totally, or are there pitfalls laying in wait for the unwary?  I
think the first course of action should be a meeting with Ronni, his lola
and me.  It seems as if whatever she says is accepted as gospel.  But what
happens when she's not around to keep a personal eye on things?  How do
people behave or act then?  But then I remember what I read when looking up
info on the Philippines prior to coming here.  Family is second only to God
and religion, and the head of the family has powers similar to an autocrat.
And someone with the reputed powers of Ronni's lola is someone to be not
only revered and respected, but also feared if any family member should go
against what lola says.  Siiigh!!  I guess I could go round and round with
this.

     But you know what?  Fuck it!!!  I love Ronni and he loves me.  Don't
ask me how.  Don't ask me why.  In all my adult life, I had never
considered a minor child as an object of love, affection, or even, yes,
SEX.  Hell!  In my teaching career I've been around adolescent boys 5 days
a week, and never once wanted to jump anyone's bones.  Sure, I found some
to be very attractive, but only as an impersonal observation.  And now,
here I was...9,000 miles from home, in a foreign land with a totally
foreign culture, with a gorgeous 14-year old on my lap and falling totally
head-over-heels in love with him!  It's time to shift my thinking from the
WASP culture I grew up in, and embrace the mind-set of the culture where I
am now and, God willing, where I will live and work for the rest of my
life.  I'm just going to have to let go and trust to blind faith.  If he
says that our relationship is ok because his lola sees nothing but a long
love-filled future for us, then I believe him.  I have faith in him – I
NEED to have faith in him, but I still think it would be a good idea for us
to meet with his lola before meeting his parents, and I think he'll see the
wisdom in this too.

     I sat there, absorbing all this.  If all that Ronni said was true,
then maybe we would be able to have a life together while he was still a
minor in the eyes of the law.  The germ of an idea – a plan – was
beginning to form in my mind just as he leaned forward and planted another
kiss on my lips.  This time, however, along with an incredible feeling of
love, there was also more than just a hint of passion.  All resistance
melted away as I pressed my lips tighter to his, letting my tongue caress
his lips and began to apply a little pressure to gain entrance to his
mouth.  Ronni parted his lips, and I inserted my tongue and started to
gently caress his tongue with mine.  There was an immediate whimper from
him followed almost immediately by a groan as he thrust his hips tighter to
mine and tightened his grip on my torso, trying to meld us into one being.
I had never in my entire sexual life had a kiss filled with such enormous
love and passion!  I didn't want it to ever end, but we were both breathing
so hard by this point that neither of us could get enough oxygen into our
bodies just through our noses.  I reluctantly and gently pulled away and
just spent a moment looking at the face of the person who had so suddenly
and totally become the center of my life, my world, my universe, in such a
short span of time.  I knew without a doubt in my head and my heart, that I
was staring into the face of my one true soul mate, and he was a 14-year
old boy.  And his age was totally irrelevant to me.  Any trepidation or
doubts I so recently harbored were banished forever.  I loved him, and he
loved me.  It was as simple(?) as that! He was still slowly running his
tongue around his lips as if tasting the residue of my own.  We were both
breathing hard from the overwhelming passion of that kiss, and I'm not sure
about his, but MY heart was racing like I'd just run a marathon.  Ronni
slowly opened his eyes, and what I saw there nearly took what little breath
I had away.  I saw the incredible love for me, but added to it was a look
of pure lust!! Ronni was in total heat, and so was I, especially after
seeing that look in his eyes!  Without a word being said between us, I got
up off the couch with Ronni still wrapped around me in what had become the
usual and accustomed way, and walked into the bedroom, where I tried to
gently lay him down on the bed.  But Ronni would have none of that. He
refused to let go of me, so instead of trying to get him to lie down, I
turned so my back was to the bed and feel backward, lying on my back with
him on top of me.  Everything just felt so damn right!!


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