Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 06:06:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love - Chapter 54
FILIPINO LOVE
BY
JM
email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com
Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one
This story is my personal intellectual property and may not be copied or
reproduced in any way without my express written consent.
This and all subsequent chapters are dedicated to my own Filipino Love.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
***Lorenzo's POV***
Driving Phil and Ronni around may have seemed like a subservient
chauffeur's job to others - kind of like the hired help - but, to me, it
never felt that way. In the fairly short time I've gotten to know them,
they've become like family to me - brothers - with Phil as the older
brother who's in charge of things and Ronni as the younger brother who's
learning his way in the world. And although I'm still not totally clear on
all the dynamics, the rest of their family has accepted me into the fold
warmly and lovingly. Even my Cousin Josie has been swept up in it all, and
I love them all, especially Ronni and Phil. I will do anything for them
without hesitation, because I know they feel about me as I do about them.
They've proven it time and again, especially when Phil got me that laptop
and offered to take care of my college expenses. The only way I know how
to even begin to repay them is to offer whatever I can do for them and to
be the very best person I can be.
So I look on my driving duties as being the family's designated driver.
Every family has one of those, usually the father of the house, but since
the only father figure in the family is Marcus, and he doesn't drive, and
since Phil would be the next logical - and not very wise, at this point -
choice, I happily take on the responsibility. That poor guy has a lot to
learn about driving around here, and maybe when he's lived here long
enough, he'll feel comfortable and ready to try it. Ronni and I simply
accepted it as normal traffic as we made our way to the hospital, both of
us amused at the look of horror on Phil's face when I made that turn at the
intersection to take the road that would lead us to the connector. There
are no signs or traffic lights, so you just take your place in the mix.
One of the things Phil doesn't realize is that there's an unwritten rule,
that everyone goes in turn, starting with whoever gets to the intersection
first, then, if everyone is on the same page, in a clockwise manner. The
hardest part of that is you need to always keep moving, or you screw up the
pattern. As long as all the drivers keep that in mind, there's no problem,
but, unfortunately, there's usually one jerk who will mess it up. That's
when they have to get a traffic cop in to try and untangle the mess. The
only time that my nerves matched Phil's was when that idiot tricycle cab
driver came out of nowhere, and I almost hit him! I had quite a few choice
words for him, but they were mostly because most of those guys are just
scraping by to feed their families. If anything happened to him and the
trike, the family would be in deep shit, so I was more upset with him for
that than I was for almost hitting him. When we got onto the connector,
Phil visibly relaxed, and I pointed out the properties he was buying as we
passed them on our right.
We arrived at the hospital, and Phil seemed impressed and mildly
surprised at seeing the modern building. I'm sure he wasn't expecting some
native hut with a witch doctor, but the size of the place was clearly not
what he expected. I told him it had only been open about a year and was
the pride of the community. We went up to the reception desk, and I told
the woman there who we were, mentioning Phil by name. Her rather severe
features softened considerably, and it looked like she wanted to come
around and hug him! It turned out that she and Mrs. Nunez were neighbors
and good friends. She had watched Ronni's mother and uncle grow up and had
been there to help console Mrs. Nunez when her son just walked out of her
life and disappeared. She was thrilled for her friend that he was back and
impressed at the generosity of Phil in getting him the very best of
everything as a patient there. We took the elevator to the third floor and
I led Ronni and Phil down to the room where we'd been told Ronald Nunez was
in, and I stepped aside, letting Phil and Ronni go in first. I saw Phil
give the room a quick scan, then heard both of them gasp. I went in right
behind them and moved to the side, to be there in case they needed me for
an errand or whatever. That was my outward intent. Internally, I wanted
to be close to my new family to offer whatever moral support my presence
would provide. And then, I saw what had made them gasp.
In the three days since I'd last seen her, Mrs. Nunez looked as though
she had aged 20 years! Her face was deeply lined with stress, worry and
fatigue, with dark circles under her eyes. The vibrant woman I'd first met
now looked frail and helpless as she drew first Ronni, then Phil, into her
embrace. Their presence seemed to rejuvenate her a bit, and I saw her
smile at the two of them before turning toward the person in the bed and
introduced them. Although little more than skin and bones, Ronald Nunez
looked a hell of a lot better than he did the day Carl dragged him from his
hiding place in the bushes and we brought him here to the hospital. He was
now clean, clean-shaven and had a haircut, and I couldn't help but think
that, even in his present, malnourished state, he was one of the most
handsome men I'd ever seen. I can only imagine what he'd look like when
fully recovered. Woof!! I felt the blood starting to rush toward my
nether regions and had to quickly refocus on the others before I totally
embarrassed myself. I saw Ronni take his lola over to the sofa by the
window after a bit of arguing by Phil and Ronni, and Phil took the seat
beside the bed and began talking to Ronald.
While this was possibly the largest hospital room I'd ever seen, I
could clearly hear the conversation between Phil and Ronald from where I
was leaning against the wall by the door. Phil was trying to convince
Ronald to get his mother to allow someone to help her so she could get some
much-needed rest, and when I heard Ronald's response, especially when he
said he wouldn't disrespect her by asking her to ease up on what he clearly
felt was her duty, I exploded!! Mrs. Nunez had been so kind to me and also
made me feel like one of the family, and I was beginning to think of her as
my own lola, since both of my parents' parents died either before I was
born or when I was too little to remember them. I strode toward his bed,
telling him exactly what I thought of him and his "disrespect", pointing
out what it was doing to the mother he said he loved. By the time I was
finished, my fists were clenched, my breathing ragged and I was literally
shaking with rage. But then, everything changed in an instant, as the
realization of the truth of what I'd said hit him hard, and he started
crying and sobbing with such pain that my own anger was quickly replaced by
sympathy and compassion. I have no idea what made me do it, but I reached
out to him and cradled his head against my chest as I stroked his head and
crooned words of comfort. He grabbed me around the waist with the arm not
encumbered by wires and held on for dear life as the sobs wracked his frail
body. And it was at that moment that it dawned on me that I could very
easily come to love this man, even if he is twice my age. There was a glow
in my heart and such a feeling of rightness in holding him like this that
surprised and delighted me. He finally calmed down, and when he'd gotten
cleaned up a bit, I started to get up but stopped when he grabbed my hand
and asked me to sit on the bed beside him. Being careful not to sit on any
of the wires, I settled in and was surprised when he didn't let go of my
hand. He held it just a little tighter and lightly brushed his thumb over
the back of my hand, and I felt a shiver run through me at the intimate
contact and could feel myself blushing. And to think that it wasn't all
that long ago I was ready to rip his head off, and now, here I was, in
close intimate contact with him , and loving it!
Mrs. Nunez and Ronni had come over during Ronald's meltdown, and she
put a hand on my shoulder while she stroked her son's neck soothingly,
looking between Ronald an me with a small, soft smile, possibly sensing the
developing connection between her son and me. She and Ronni finally went
back to the sofa, and the three of us talked for the next 15 minutes or so,
and I found I couldn't take my eyes off his. I must have set a blushing
record in that short time, and, at one point, Phil leaned over, rubbed my
back and whispered words of comfort to me. Ronald had a couple more
emotional moments where a tear would escape, and I found myself taking my
free hand and gently wiping them away. The last time, I left my hand on
his cheek, and he placed his hand on mine, brought it down, and kissed it.
My heart raced, and I got an instant hardon that threatened to rip it's way
out of my jeans, and, of course, my biggest blush yet! It may have been
wishful thinking on my part, but it looked like Ronald also had quite the
lump in his groin under the thin sheet too! That certainly didn't help MY
condition one bit. I could feel my cock get even harder, if that was
possible, and I could feel the wetness of pre-cum beginning to spread.
Thank God Phil suggested I get some take out food for Ronald. The time
away would hopefully give me a chance to get my raging hormones in check.
Phil gave me money for food for BOTH Ronald me, which really made my
spirits soar, and I called in our order at one of my favorite restaurants
that was just a short distance from the hospital. I stood up to go, sort
of bent over to hide my obvious erection, and, before I could change my
mind, leaned in and kissed Ronald on the lips before fleeing the room.
Once outside the room, I had to take a moment and lean against the wall to
regain some semblance of composure before heading of to the restaurant.
Everything was ready when I got there, and I was back with the food in
about 20 minutes.
I had just place the bags of food on the bed stand when Ronald grabbed
my arm, pulled me down onto the bed, and gave me a long, soft kiss. There
may not have been any tongue, but DAMN, it was passionate! We looked
lovingly at one another after we broke the kiss, and I leaned in to kiss
him back before standing to set out the food. After having gotten it
somewhat under control on the drive to the restaurant so it wouldn't scare
young children and old ladies, my cock was once again at full mast and
starting to leak again. I decided this time, I didn't care if Ronald saw
it. I wanted him to see the effect he had on me, because, on the food run,
I came to realize that I had been severely bitten by the "Love at First
Sight" bug, and I don't care who knows it! And if his behavior toward me
was any indication, he was feeling the same way. While we had each started
eating our own meals, we were soon feeding each other in a very romantic
way. Phil had gone over to talk to the others, and I heard a very excited
and happy Ronni tell him that his lola had agreed to let his mother come
and spend the night while she went back to their house to rest. Phil came
back over and asked if would mind staying with Ronald until Venus could get
there. He said that it could be several hours before she could get her
family settled for the night and make arrangements for the morning with her
employer. He was smiling when he asked this, but I swear it was more on
along the lines of a knowing smirk. Ronald and I hadn't been exactly
subtle in showing our attraction for one another, and Phil and the others
were surely aware of it by now. If they weren't, I think they need to get
their eyes checked!
They left a few minutes later, and Ronald and I got back to feeding
each other. I was painfully hard all throughout dinner, but it hardly
registered as I gazed into the eyes of the man who had stolen my heart. It
had been a long time since Ronald had not only a decent meal, but one that
was truly filling, so he wisely stopped after eating about half his meal.
I was too excited and nervous to have much of an appetite, so I was content
to be done when he was. I wrapped up the leftovers, put them back in the
bags and went into the attached cr, where I cleaned myself from the meal
residue and took a warm, wet wash cloth back and gently cleaned Ronald as
well. Setting that aside, I sat back on the bed and took his hand in mine.
He squeezed it tightly, as a small tear ran down his cheek.
"What have you done to me?" he asked, softly. "You come in here, ready
to tear me apart for being an ungrateful bastard and my unforgivable
selfishness and end up kissing me, feeding me and holding my hand. You
scared the hell out of me at first, you know, and now I find myself falling
in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of my life with you." He
got a shocked expression on his face when I let go of his hand, stood up
and walked toward the door. There was a sign hanging on the inside that
could be moved to the outside of the door that read, "Patient resting,
Please knock before entering." I then went around to the side of his bed
without any wires - the side where the chair Phil had been sitting in
was. His eyes got wide and a smile crept across his face as I kicked off my
shoes and carefully climbed on the bed and lay beside him. Reaching up, I
caressed his cheek.
"I've done no more to you than you have to me," I said. "Once that bad
moment at the beginning was past, and when I saw the terrible pain of your
remorse, I began to see the real Ronald Nunez, The more I saw, the more I
liked, and the more I liked, the more I loved. I love you, Ronald, and I
would be the happiest man in the world if we could spend the rest of our
lives together." With that, I leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft,
beautiful kiss that seemed to go on and on until suddenly, it was broken by
an explosive sob from Ronald, tears streaming down his gaunt face. He
tried to push me away, but I held on tight, until he stopped struggling.
He pulled back and looked deep into my eyes.
"How can you possibly love a disease-ridden whore and drug addict!" he
asked forcefully. I sat up and placed my hands on his shoulders, and
remembering his weakened condition, give him a gentle shake.
"If you weren't so sick, I'd slap the shit out of you," I said, loudly.
"I absolutely will not tolerate you talking about the man I love in that
manner! You did what you had to do in order to survive. And I'm no doctor
or psychiatrist, but I'm willing to bet anything that you got into drugs to
try and forget that you were having to sell yourself. I'm also willing to
bet that it was because of the drugs that you managed to pick up all the
other diseases that brought you to this point. If I have to fault you for
anything, it would be for your stupid pride that kept you from coming home
before everything got out of hand. I don't care about your past. It's the
same thing Phil said: The past is the past. Today is a new start. And I
want to start this new day with you, now and always. I love you!" Ronald
continued to look into my eyes, like he was looking into my soul for the
truth behind what I had just said. He must have seen my sincerity, as he
gripped me as tightly to himself as his weakened condition allowed and
shuddered.
"I'm so scared, Lorenzo," he all but whispered. "I've never felt this
way about anyone before. I never allowed myself to feel anything, because
I didn't like who I had become and didn't want to drag anyone down to my
level. I can feel your love, and I'm just so afraid that I won't be able
to live up to."
"We're going to do this together," I said while rubbing his back.
"You're not alone any more. And there's not just me, either. You have a
mother who loves you beyond measure and a whole network of family and
friends which you will get to know soon, and all of them will do anything
for you. And I will be right by your side through all of it."
"God, I love you so much!" he exclaimed, holding me tighter and kissing
my neck, just below the ear. This sent a shiver through me, and my cock,
which had deflated, was soon straining the fabric of my jeans again.
Ronald kissed me again, this time, opening his mouth slightly as his
tongue brushed sensuously over my skin, which brought forth a moan from me.
He then kissed his way to my mouth, where we were soon locked together,
this time with mouths open and tongues making love to one another as we
slowly sank back onto the pillow. His free hand was rubbing my side, and
he moved his hand until he could get it under my shirt and onto my skin,
and started to rub in small circles, all the while moving up my stomach and
onto my chest, until he came to my nipple. With a light pressure, he moved
his finger around the hardening nub before lightly pinching it, which
caused me to gasp into his mouth and thrust my hard aching cock onto his
hip. I was rather limited in what I could caress on him because of the
wires and stuff, but I must have been doing something right as his moans
echoed my own. I have never been with anyone before, and this was all new
and extremely exciting for me. I don't know where I got the nerve, but
remembering that he didn't have any attachments below his chest, I moved my
hand under the sheet, heading for his stomach. And lower! I was surprised
when he grabbed my hand and stopped me.
"Don't! Please!" he panted. "I want you to touch me more than
anything, but there are those sores that are still healing. Even though
the antibiotics have probably made it so their not contagious, I don't want
to take any chances with your health. But," he added with a wink," you can
still use your hands on top of the sheet." With a big grin, I placed my
hand on his abdomen and rubbed gently. Ronald's eyes opened wide and he
groaned in pleasure, as he weakly tried to raise his hips to increase the
contact. I leaned back down and started kissing his neck and his jaw line
until our lips were once again sealed, our tongues in a gentle caress. His
hand began caressing my stomach under my shirt, and I suddenly felt his
fingers working their way under the waist band of my jeans where he started
to rub just above my pubic patch. Taking my cue from him, I moved my hand
down until I could feel the head of his hardon brushing the side of my
hand. I felt his cock twitch in response as he moaned into my mouth.
Embodened, I moved my hand farther until I was able to grip his hard shaft.
Ronald threw his head back, effectively breaking our kiss as a groan,
bordering on a scream, broke from his throat.
"Oh, my God! My Lorenzo!" he gasped. "I haven't been held like that
in so very long. It feels so good...better than good, because it's you
doing it." With that, he managed to fumble open the button on my jeans and
got the zipper down. Bringing his hand back up to the top of my briefs, he
slid his hand in and grasped my own leaking hardness, causing me to groan
as loudly as he had. He stroked me several times, rubbing the head with
his thumb, smearing the pre-cum, and sending intense, pleasurable feelings
from my aching balls, to the tip of my throbbing cock and roaring through
my body. Suddenly, the feelings stopped, as he pulled his hand out of my
pants.
"Stand up here at the head of the bed," he panted. "I've GOT to taste
you!" Giving his cock another stroke and squeeze through the sheet, which
got another loud groan from him, I carefully got off the bed and stood
where he wanted me. He shuffled over in the bed until he was at the edge,
then, pulling me as close as we could get, leaned in and began kissing my
stomach and navel, while his hand stroked my cock through the fabric of my
briefs. He then managed to pull the front of my briefs down and hooked
them under my balls. He gently stroked my cock and fondled my aching sac
before leaning forward and taking my cock all the way into his mouth until
his nose was buried in my pubes. My cock is probably not the largest he's
ever experienced, but I'm long enough (just under 6 inches) that I could
feel the head of my cock in his throat. I let out a moan as he paused to
inhale the scent from my crotch for a few minutes, moaning in sexual
ecstacy from the experience. He then began to suck, like on a straw, not
moving his mouth, while his tongue danced around the sensitive head. This
was my very first sexual encounter with another male, and I was on sensory
overload. I knew it wouldn't be long before I unloaded what would most
likely be the largest load of my life. He then started bobbing his head,
all the while maintaining the suction and tongue-work, and it was
all-to-soon, for my liking, before I felt my balls rise and tighten, ready
to unload. I was stroking his head in loving appreciation when I felt the
inevitable happening.
"I'm going to cum!" I gasped, giving him the chance to pull away. He
only clamped down harder and moved his head faster as he fondled and
lightly squeezed my balls. That did it!! Throwing my head back, I let out
a holler as the first volley literally exploded. It was so powerful that
it was almost painful, but pleasurably so, and the force of it caused
Ronald to gag, although he quickly recovered, moved is head back so that
just the head and and inch or so was enclosed and received the 5 blasts
that followed onto his tongue with no problems. I could feel my cock
sliding through my load in his mouth as my hips rocked gently on their own
since he hadn't swallowed, and I wondered if he would. He slowly pulled
off my now-sensitive dick, using his tongue to clean as he went, spending
extra time on the head, causing me to shudder as a final unexpected spasm
deposited another small squirt of cum on his tongue. He finally released
my very satisfied cock, looked at me with a grin and a wink, as he
swallowed the mouthful of my seed.
"Delicious!" he exclaimed, licking his lips lewdly and winking again.
"Just like I knew it would be. Yours is the very best I've ever tasted,
and that, I promise you, is no lie. I can't wait for more." Leaning down,
I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. I stood up, rearranged myself
and zipped up, a look of mild disappointment on Ronald's face.
"Now, it's my turn," I said, gripping his hard, throbbing cock. A
looked of sheer terror passed over his face.
"You can't!" he croaked, with panic in his voice. "The antibiotics are
working, but until I've had at least 6 months of continuous testing with
negative results, I can't let you take that risk. I will NOT take the risk
of infecting you. I love you too much for that."
"Then we'll just have to figure something else, won't we," I
said. while stroking his cock through the sheet.
"You can't even do what you're doing," he said, dejectedly. "There's
the possibility of getting infected even from pre-cum on your hand if you
even have the tiniest cut - even a hang-nail. And even though the sores
are healing well, even now any seepage from them could be just as bad."
Just then, I got an idea. I had seen something in one of the drawers in
the night stand when I was getting our dinner set up. The drawer had been
partially open and before I closed it before it moving closer to the bed, I
could see into it. Going over to it now, I opened the drawer and pulled
out what I had seen: a box of sterile, nitrile gloves. And miracle of
miracles, lying beside it was a tube of surgical lube!
"Do you think these would help?" I asked, with a grin and a wink. By
the look on his face, Santa Claus had just come to town!
"Yes!" he shouted, his grin spreading from ear to ear.
"Not to break the mood or anything", I said, "but just out curiosity,
why are these things here?"
"Because of all the testing, poking and prodding, they just found it
easier to keep a box of gloves here, and the lube is for the rectal exams I
have to have almost every day," he explained.
"Well, then," I said, with a leer, "let me show my boyfriend the same
love he just showed me!" I pulled out a pair of gloves, and put them on as
sensuously as I could - kind of like a reverse strip tease. Ronald was
positively panting and vibrating with lustful anticipation. With the
gloves in place, I grabbed the lube and went to the side of the bed, giving
his wildly pulsating cock a final squeeze through the covering. I then
leaned down and gave him the most passionate kiss my inexperienced self was
capable of, all the while running my hands over his stomach while moving
the sheet down as my hand circled lower and lower. I so desperately wanted
to follow my hand ministrations with my mouth and tongue, but I realized
the risks that he mentioned were too great. Besides, I didn't want to do
anything that would cause him stress and concern. I broke the kiss when I
felt my hand brushing the head of his hardon. Even with the gloves, I
could feel his heat and the wetness of his pre-cum.
"I love you, Ronald," I said, softly as I looked into his eyes, trying
to convey all the love I felt for him. I must have succeeded, as he smiled
sweetly at me, a single tear running from his left eye.
Giving him another soft, brief kiss, I settled myself on the bed beside
him, lube at the ready, as I reached down and gently fondled his full
balls, moving a finger down to stroke his perineum. Ronald was panting
with desire and need, while his eyes held mine with such love that it took
my breath away! I couldn't resist, as I leaned in and kissed him again - a
long, lingering kiss as my tongue played over his lips and tongue, my
gloved hand wrapped firmly around his super-hard cock. As I broke the
kiss, his hand reached out and caressed my cheek, love flowing from his
eyes to mine and straight to my heart. I sat up so that I could
comfortably give my man - MY MAN!!! God, I love the sound of that! -
maximum pleasure.
Squirting a generous glob of lube in the palm of my hand, I wrapped it
around his cock, spreading it all over the surface. Ronald hissed with the
initial contact because of the coolness of the lube, but my hand quickly
warmed it up, and he was soon purring and moaning in pleasure as I stroked
him from base to tip, making sure to rub my thumb over the top and around
the sensitive rim. As I slowly stroked him, his hips bgan to move in
tandem with my hand. I used the unlubed (and gloved) hand to gently
squeeze and caress his balls, dipping down occasionally to rub his
perineum. I'm not sure when I got the inspiration (but God bless the
Internet!!), but on one of those passes, I let my middle finger slide down
into the cleft of his ass until reaching his quivering anus. When my
finger made contact, Ronald gasped and spread his legs allowing better
access. But I also knew that the unlubed glove could irritate that tender
area, so I moved up to where my other hand was stroking his cock and
smeared lube on my middle finger. I had been quite generous in the amount
of lube I'd used, so there was plenty to get my finger well coated. I
reached back down and began circling his quivering hole, gently massaging
as I went and moving inexorably closer to the entrance. Ronald was moaning
so loudly, I'm surprised no one came to check on him. Guess that's just
one of the benefits of having family be the care givers. Let them deal
with it, and if there is something they can't handle, THEN get the nurse or
doctor. Pushing gently, my finger slid into his hot, tight tunnel, the
muscles pulsing around my finger as I slowly pushed forward past both
barriers and into his rectum. Once my finger was fully embedded, I began
to slowly finger-fuck him and to also search for that magic spot that would
really get him going. Aha!! There it is, as I felt the hard bump of his
prostate. His hips jerked, and he all but screamed out his pleasure as my
finger massaged his prostate and my other hand stroked his cock. I kept
the massage and the strokes in synch, gradually increasing both, until with
a shout, his hole clamped onto my finger and began pulsing wildly while his
cock began strongly throbbing in the same rhythm as the first volley of cum
tore from the end of his dick, landing somewhere over his head, as
subsequent shots landed in a decreasing line from his forehead to his
navel. In all, there were seven shots, the last landing just above his
pubes. It's a damn good thing they kept him naked under the sheet,
otherwise, we'd have to change them! I slowed my strokes as the spasms
diminished, until, with a final twitch, his softening cock oozed out the
last of his copious discharge. What he had produced was worthy of any cum
shot on any porn video made, and as I slowly withdrew my finger from his
ass, his body sort of melted into the mattress as a huge sigh escaped his
lips.
I was hotter than hell again but knew we'd better get cleaned up since
Venus would probably be here soon. I was also aware that he didn't want
any kind of close, physical contact with his load until the authorities
were convinced that his possibly infected cum had been cleaned up. Giving
him a big grin and a wink, I got up, pulling off the gloves, and went into
the cr, where I put them in the bio-hazard receptacle placed there for that
purpose, and to get a wash cloth to clean him up. After washing my hands
and forearms thoroughly, I wet the wash cloth with warm water and went back
to the bed. Handing him the cloth to get started with the clean-up, I
pulled on a fresh pair of gloves before taking over, gently removing the
results of our lovemaking. My ministrations brought his cock back to life,
and I was still hard from when I'd been pleasuring him. But we both knew
time was short with no time for any encores. At least tonight, anyway. I
had to make several trips back to the cr to rinse out the cloth due to the
huge amount he had shot, but eventually, he was all squeaky clean again,
including the lube around his ass. I even remembered to hunt for the shot
that went past his head and finally found it, making sure to clean that up
too. Once everything was clean and tidy, I put the lube and gloves back
where I'd found them, disposed of the gloves as I'd done with the other
pair, went to the door to remove the sign, and went and lay down on the bed
beside him, taking him into my arms, as best I could with the wires.
"No one has ever made me cum like that before," he said, with a sense
of awe in his voice. "EVER!! It has to be because for the first time in
my life, everything was done with love." He put his lips on mine, and we
kissed with tongues and with all the passion of before, but without the
urgency and lust - only deep, deep love.
"Anyone can have sex," I replied, "but only those in love can share
what we just shared. But something just occurred to me. With all these
wires and monitors, how come we didn't set of any alarms?"
"I cheated," he said, with a sly chuckle. "I unclipped the one for the
heart monitor, which would have been the one to set off an alarm, while you
were putting on the gloves. I reconnected it when you went into the cr
afterward."
"You sneak!" I replied, kissing him on the nose and laughing. "It's
good know for future times. And intend for there to MANY of those!" Then,
in a more serious and heartfelt tone,"I love you so much, Ronald."
"And I love you, my Lorenzo," he said, and we were soon lost in our own
little world as we kissed. We were so caught up in each other, that we
both jumped when we heard a throat being cleared.
"I see you've met my brother," Venus said to me, with a big smile, and
trying desperately not to break out laughing. She didn't succeed, and
soon, all three of us were laughing until our sides hurt. Trying to create
at least a semblance of decorum, I sat up on the side of the bed, but I
still held his hand. Venus looked from Ronald to me with a sense of wonder
as she sat on the other side.
"Never in my wildest dreams did I ever hope to see you again, although
I never lost hope," she said quietly, reaching out and caressing his cheek.
"And not only have you come back to us, but it seems you've fallen in love
with someone our family thinks the world of. I'm a little surpirsed,
Lorenzo, that you would fall in love with someone more than twice your age,
but you two obviously see something in each other where that sort of thing
doesn't matter. And after seeing our Ronni and Phil, I shouldn't be
surprised by anything. It looks like older with younger runs in the
family!" We all laughed at that.
We chatted for a while, getting Venus caught up on things, and she
filled us in on stuff we didn't know too. Finally, I noticed that Ronald
was trying to hide just how very tired he was, and I couldn't help feeling
guilty for causing at least a good portion of that with our earlier
activities. He seemed to read my mind, as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze
to get my attention, even though he already had it.
"Don't worry about me," he said, with a wink. "I wouldn't have missed
a moment of the time we spent together. You have no idea how much it means
to me to have been able to have been with you. But I also have a feeling
that this will probably be the first night I'll really be able to sleep
through without nightmares. Thank you." There were several double
entendres there that I hoped escaped Venus, but as smart as she is, I doubt
it. She was looking from Ronald to me with a slight smile and a raised
eyebrow. Uh oh. Busted, probably. But you know what? I don't really
care if she knows. I love Ronald Nunez, and I don't care who knows, so I
leaned over a kissed him.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said, as I caressed his cheek. "I really
hope you do have a quiet, restful night. You've got to rebuild your
strength. (I can do those double entendres, too, ya know!) After all, I
want you healthy and out of here as soon as possible just as much as you
do. Good night, Love." With another quick kiss, I got up, hugged Venus,
and left, pausing at the door for one last glimpse of my new love. With a
final wave, I headed down the hall toward the elevators, my head in the
clouds and my heart singing with love. There was something I made a mental
note of to take care of before I saw him tomorrow. I may not be able right
now to have skin-to-skin contact with his cock and cum, but if a condom can
be used with those who are definitely HIV +, then my guy was going to
receive the first blow job I've ever given. And who knows how much more!!
Yep! I'd definitely be making a stop at the pharmacist's on my way back
here tomorrow. My guy was definitely going to get his pipes cleaned! In
the meantime, I'm so fucking horny, I'll probably have to jerk off at least
a couple of times before I'll be able to sleep tonight, and Ronald will be
front and center in my fantasies.
A different focus for this chapter, but one I felt necessary to set the
stage for the next segment, where Ronald and Lorenzo will have pivotal
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