Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2013 19:45:30 -0800 (PST)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: FILIPINO LOVE-Chapter 56

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    BY
				    JM

email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com
Disclaimers and other info:  see chapter one

As promised, here's the next chapter.  Life has finally settled down here,
other than continuing to work on my bf's resume and job search.  One thing
that happened with the story during the long break is that there's a
slightly different twist in the plot.  See if you can figure it out as the
tale unfolds.

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			     CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Ronni got started on putting the salad together, while I went out to start
the grill for the burgers.  It looked like there'd be just about enough gas
to do the job, but if not, I could always finish them off in the oven.  I
cleaned the grate with the grill brush, got the fire going to preheat and
went inside to grab the tray of meat and buns.  Dhomz and Jareth had
finished their shower, and both were looking as flushed and happy as their
brothers had earlier.  They were in the kitchen, talking to Ronni, and
Dhomz had his arm around his boyfriend's waist, while Jareth, being taller,
had his arm around Dhomz' shoulders.  They make an extremely handsome
couple and both looked toward me as I came in.

"Thank you so much, Phil, for everything you are doing for Dhomz and me,"
Jareth said emotionally.  "And for Paulo and Mario, too.  If it was not for
you and Ronni, we would probably not have had the courage to tell each
other how we feel.  Your support and love mean a great deal to us.  Thank
you!"

"You're more than welcome," I said, walking over and placing an arm on each
of their shoulders.  "First love is never easy, and first GAY love is even
harder.  It makes me feel good to see the two of you together and that your
parents are OK with it.  Have you given any thought to what you'll do when
you go back to school?"

"We have talked about it," Dhomz replied.  "Most kids our age seem to be
more OK with gays, although there are always a few ass......um, sorry.
Jerks, who make things hard.  But because we have the love and support of
family and some friends like you and Ronni, we do not want to hide how we
feel."

"We will not make a big deal of it," added Jareth, "but if anyone should
ask, we will not deny how we feel about each other.  And we know not to be
too loving in public.  It is the same as if it was a girl and boy.  We
might hold hands sometimes, but that is it.  Anything else will be in
private."

"That's a good way to handle it," I said.  "It's the same in the US.
Public displays of affection are kept pretty low key, although there are
those who push the boundaries, as I'm sure there are those here.  Just
don't forget that you're not alone.  Ronni and I will always be here for
you, and I'm sure Carl, Lorenzo and Josie too.  And don't forget your
parents.  The more they see the love you two have, the easier it will be
for them to get over any doubts they may have.  They've already shown that
they love you unconditionally, and that's a huge step.  Just don't get too
physical in showing your affections in front of them, just like you do
here.  Holding hands, hugging or a quick kiss on the cheeck will probably
be all they can handle for now.  Save everything else for when you're
alone."

"That is what we decided," said Jareth, while Dhomz nodded.  "Probably not
even that much, but we will take it slowly at home AND at school."

"You're both showing a very mature attitude about this," I said, giving
them both a pat on the shoulder.  "Time to get grilling so we can eat.
Looks like things are under control in here."  With that, I turned to
Ronni, gave him a kiss and patted his butt - causing all three to giggle -
and, grabbing the tray of meat and buns, headed outside.  I had just gotten
the burgers on the grill when the two younger boys came back, each carrying
a large bag, and stopped when they got to me, both grinning widely.

"You seem to be pretty happy with what you got," I said, smiling.

"Oo!  Yes!" exclaimed Paulo.  "The lady at the panaderya...umm,
bakery... was very nice.  She would not let us pay for anything, even
though we try many times to give her money."

"She and her husband are friends of Ronni's parents, and her husband works
at the call center with Mr. Martinez," added Mario.  "She knows a lot about
you and is very happy you will be living here and having hotel.  She said
that this is her present to welcome you.  Here is your money."  He handed
me the 5000 pesos.

"Wow!" I sighed.  "That was really nice of her.  I'll have to make sure to
stop there tomorrow and thank her.  So what all did you get?  It looks like
you're carrying half the store with you."

"It is a cake that also has ice cream," Paulo said, proudly.  "And she also
gave us chocolate sauce for it and 12 cupcakes too!"  That explained why
there were two bags.  What a sweet gesture.  It reinforced my belief that
these truly were a generous and open-hearted people, and that I was going
to be very happy living here.  Of course, I'd be happy living anywhere as
long as I had my Ronni by my side.  This just another thing that made it
all the better.

"You'd better get the cake into the ref, since it has ice cream in it.
Actually, put it in the freezer."

"OK," they said, in unison and headed into the house as I turned my
attention back to the burgers, which were ready to be turned.  I couldn't
help shaking my head and smiling in bemusement at the generosity of the the
lady at the bakery.  I would definitely become one of her regular customers
once we settled in.  Just then, Ronni came out and, wrapping his arms
around me from the side, rested his head on my shoulder.

"Did the boys tell you what the lady at the bakery did?" I asked, kissing
the top of his head.

"Yeah," he sighed.  "Mrs. Dimarco is a very nice lady.  I'm glad she
already likes you, but then, you're my Phil.  EVERYONE likes you.  Everyone
sees that you are a good man."

"And everyone likes you, too," I replied, giving him a squeeze.  "You're a
good person, Ronni.  We're going to have a great life together here."

"I know," he said, snuggling closer.  "I just wish you didn't have to go
back.  I'm going to be so miserable without you."  Just then, Dhomz popped
his head out the door.

"Phil, telephone call for you.  It's Josie."  That was quick.  Almost too
quick.  Damn!!  I hope she can at least give me some hopeful news.

"Will you take care of the grill while I talk to her?" I asked.  "The meat
should be taken off in about a minute, then put the buns on.  You have to
watch them carefully 'cuz the brown quickly."

"OK," he said, taking the spatula.  "I'll bring everything in when it's
ready if you're not back yet."

"Thanks," said, giving him a quick kiss on his luscious lips.  "I hope this
won't take too long.  I love you!"

"I love you, too, my Phil," he said, returning the kiss.

With my heart pounding nervously, I went into the house to see what Josie
had to say.  The crew was busy getting the table set and putting out the
condiments, everyone seemed to have a specific task, and things were going
smoothly.  I mentioned about needing to get one of the lawn chairs, and
Jareth scooted out the door to get it.  With a quiet sigh, I went over to
the phone and picked it up, my hand visibly trembling.  Taking a deep
breath, I got ready to hear what Josie had to say.

"Sorry to take so long," I said.  "I was getting the troops organized."

"That's OK," she replied.  "I know you've got a housefull and it's dinner
time, but I thought you'd want any news sooner rather than later."

"You've got that right," I said.  "I'm pretty much a nervous wreck right
now and Ronni is really down.  Not a happy camp, but we're trying to make
the best of it."

"Well, I'm not sure if what I have will totally ease the tension, but it is
cautiously optimistic," she said.  "I called a lawyer that our office does
a lot of business with, but he also has a good reputation as an immigration
consultant.  Unfortunately, I caught him at the end of the business day, so
there isn't much he can find out until tomorrow.  But he thinks you MAY be
able to get an expedited visa in about a week, as long as Ronni already has
a valid passport.  And be prepare to pay through the nose.  This won't be
cheap by any means."  I almost pissed myself with relief and joy.

"I don't care HOW much it costs," I said, somewhat breathlessly.  "If he
can make it happen in that time frame, it will be worth any amount I have
to pay.  And yes.  Ronni has a passport.  Any idea of how he might be able
to do this?"

"Well, I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but other than the
ambassador and a few top aides, the embassy is largely staffed by
Filipinos," she replied.  "The lawyer, Mr. Arcala, has some contacts among
the higher placed native staff, including one of the interviewers.  As you
already know, among Filipino businessmen, some well-placed monetary
incentive goes a long way toward getting through red tape.  While elsewhere
it's considered bribery, here, it's simply a way of doing business.
Mr. Arcala said that he knows of another case similar to yours where a visa
was needed as quickly as possible.  He said that it took about ten days and
a pile of pesos, but the visa was granted, and that person didn't even have
a passport when the process was started.  That's why he thinks that with a
passport, it would take about a week, as long as he can find the right
people to do the processing.  He said he should have the info by
mid-morning tomorrow.  The one thing he did stress, however, is that Ronni
would still need to go to Manila to be interviewed, and that if everything
goes well, that trip would be made no later than probably Wednesday."  By
this point, I was almost sobbing with relief.

"Josie," I finally managed to squeak out, "ever since I met you, you have
always come through for Ronni and me.  I don't know what we'd do without
you.  You've been a godsend!"

"Pssssh!" she exclaimed, dismissively.  "You've become like family to me
and Lorenzo.  We always take care of family."  Just then, Ronni came in
with the tray of food from the grill, closely followed by Jareth with the
extra chair.

"Yeah, you ARE family, and we love you!" I exclaimed.  "We can never thank
you enough for all you've done."  Ronni looked at me quizzically, noticing
my tear-stained cheeks.  Putting the tray down, he came over and put his
arms around me.

"I know it's not 100% guaranteed, but it sounded hopeful enough that I felt
you needed to know," she said.  "I can only imagine how high emotions have
been running there.  Maybe this bit of hopeful news will ease things a
bit."

"It certainly has," I said, pulling Ronni tighter to my side with my free
arm.  "I'll look forward to hearing from you sometime tomorrow before
noon."

"Definitely," she replied.  "Give my love to our boy and my best to the
others.  Bye for now."  After returning goodbye, I hung up the phone and
wrapped both my arms around Ronni and started crying.

"Phil, what's wrong?" he asked, unnerved by my emotional state while gently
brushing the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs.  It was a lost cause, as
the tears continued unabated.

"Nothing's wrong, Love," I said.  "Hopefully, everything is very right.
Let's sit down and eat while it's hot.  I'll tell you then."  Giving me a
soft kiss, Ronni headed toward the table, with me right behind, although I
made a detour past the kitchen sink and splashed cold water on my face,
drying off on the dish towel before joining the others who had already set
everything out.  Everyone took they're place and I asked all to join hands
for grace.

"Dear God," I said, when all were ready, "we thank you for the food before
us, for family, for friends and for love.  Amen."  That said it all.  I
noticed that the others were looking at me as concerned as Ronni.  Once
everyone had filled their plates, I told them about what I was hoping to do
for a visa for Ronni to accompany me back to the states and the information
Josie had just given me.  With an enormous sob, Ronni stood up so quickly
that his chair went flying, and he launched himself into my arms, almost
knocking us backwards with the force.  He crushed himself to me, trying to
meld us into one being, so overcome that he was babbling.

"Yes...please, God...can't leave you...love you...oh, Phil...need
you...love you so much!!"  Then he rained kisses all over my face as his
tears flooded his face.  The four boys were also silently weeping with the
intense emotions they were witnessing, and also, I guess, with happiness
for their friend, their faces wet with their own tearful offerings.  Ronni
continued his oral assault on my face as I held him close, rubbing his back
trying to help him calm down.  He did, eventually, then just gazed into my
eyes, holding my face in his hands.  The look of pure love that radiated
from his beautiful eyes was so intense that it literally took my breath
away.  Still looking into my eyes, he slowly brought his face close to mine
until his lips finally joined with mine as he closed his eyes and seemed to
melt into me in a gentle yet passionate kiss that gradually intensified to
the point that his lips were almost crushed against mine as his tongue all
but raped my mouth.  I have no idea how long that kiss lasted as I returned
it with the same passion.  Time had stopped, and there was no one else in
the world except me and the love of my life.  When he had landed on me
initially, he straddled my legs and was now pushing his bulging crotch into
mine, gently humping our two very hard cocks together.  Both of us were
gasping for breath, and he finally had to pull away to get enough oxygen
into his starving lungs.  Looking once again deep into my eyes, he gently
ran his fingers over my cheeks.

"You are the very best thing that has ever happened to me or could ever
happen," he said, quietly.  "I will always love you with everything that I
am for the rest of my life, and, God willing, even beyond."

"And I will always love you just as deeply," I replied, just as quietly.
We finally became aware of the others when I heard a quiet sniffle from one
of them.  All four of them were standing, each in the arms of his own
lover, their faces soaked with tears.  I also noticed a couple of them
trying to rearrange things below the waist as unobtrusively as they could.
Surprisingly, it was Mario who spoke first.  He was usually the quieter of
the bunch.

"We are so lucky to have you two in our lives," he said.  "You show us what
real love is, and you are helping us to be better people.  You are such
very good friends, and I know I can say for all of us: Thank you!"  The
others all nodded in agreement.

"Yes, thank you," affirmed Dhomz.  "I only hope that my love for Jareth is
just as strong and his is for me.  For a minute there, I swear I saw a glow
all around you when you were kissing that got brighter and brighter until
you stopped.  Then it sort of faded but didn't go away completely."

"You saw it too?" asked Paulo, completely shocked.  "I thought it was maybe
just because of my tears and the way the light was that was causing it."

"Me too!" said both Jareth and Mario at the same time.

"If I'm not looking directly at you, I can still see it," said Paulo

"Wow!...Yeah!...You're right!" they all exclaimed at the same time as they
tried what Paulo had said.

"It is God giving his blessing," said Jareth, with a sense of awe and
reverence.  The others nodded their heads in agreement.  We were all quiet
for a moment as we absorbed the magnitude of what was said.  Finally, I
remembered why we were at the table in the first place.

"We all have much to be thankful for," I said, "including our food, which
is now probably cold.  Put your burgers back on the tray and I'll go heat
them up while you get started on the salad."

"I'll do it," said Dhomz, jumping up.  "You have done enough already."

"I'll go too," said Jareth, standing alongside his boyfriend.  Dhomz
grabbed the tray and everyone put their burgers on it, then headed to the
microwave, closely followed by Jareth.  Ronni gave me a quick kiss and got
up to go back to his own seat.  Unfortunately, the chair had slammed into
the wall so hard that it was now toast.  He looked at me, shrugged his
shoulders and gave a wry chuckle.

"I'll get another from outside," he said, heading for the door.

"Anything wrong with sitting on my lap while we eat?" I asked, with a
cocked eyebrow.  With a huge grin, he came back and planted himself firmly
in my lap.  He snuggled back until his hot teen ass was pushed firmly into
my crotch with the usual immediate result.  He giggled as he squirmed on my
erection and reached back behind my head, pulling me into one of his
patented toe-curling kisses.  Unfortunately for him, his playfulness became
as arousing for him as it was for me, and he began moaning into my mouth as
our tongues slid over each other.

"God!! I want your cock in me so bad right now!" he whisper/moaned into my
mouth so that only he and I could hear.

"Later, Darling," I whispered back.  "We have dinner guests."

"Shit!!" he panted, then giggled.  "Guess I'd better behave before we
increase the number of people who have seen us in the act."  With a final
quick kiss, he turned his head front and pulled my arms tightly around his
chest.  Then I felt him tense.

"Phil," he said hesitantly, " you said the lawyer that Josie talked to said
it was POSSIBLE that we could get a visa.  What happens if we can't get it
in time?"

"I told you that I'm never going to leave you," I said, quietly while
giving him an extra light squeeze.  "If we can't get your visa in time,
then I'm going to call and resign my position at school effective
immediately.  They won't be too happy about it, but there are people there
who can finish what I had planned for the end of the school year
activities.  I left very detailed notes just in case.  When we finally get
your visa, then you and I will both go back so I can do everything I need
to be able to move here permanently."  I noticed that while he was very
quiet, his shoulders were shaking, and I knew he was crying again.

"You would do that for me?" he asked.

I would do ANYTHING for you, my Ronni.  You are my life and my love.
Nothing else is as important as you."  He pulled my arms tighter around
himself as he gradually got his emotions under control.  Paulo and Mario
had paused in eating their salads and were looking at Ronni with concern
and love.  He must have given them a reassuring smile, as they both smiled
back and resumed eating.

"You are such a wonderful man, Phil, and I know that God truly has blessed
me beyond belief," he said, quietly.  "I love you so very much!"  Just
then, Dhomz and Jareth returned with the reheated burgers, and dinner
resumed.

Dinner conversation obviously centered around Ronni's visa and the process
for obtaining it.  I tried to downplay the the "fee" for expediting, but
these kids had grown up in this culture and were well aware of all the
machinations involved.  And when the inevitable question about what would
happen if we couldn't get the visa in time, Ronni quietly and very proudly
told them of the sacrifice I'd make with my teaching job.  I noticed Dhomz
slip his hand down and grasp Jareth's as they looked longingly at one
another.  Paulo and Mario were similarly affected and cast shy glances at
one another then at Ronni and me.  It was Jareth who spoke, giving voice to
what was most likely in all of their minds and hearts.

"I don't think I know of anyone outside of movies and books who has such
love as you two," he said, fervently, the others nodding their heads and
murmuring their agreement.  "You give all of us hope here that what we have
for our own loves is real and good, and you show us what real deep love is.
By your example, you give us all pride in who we are.  I can only hope and
pray that our love is at least half as good and strong as your love.  Even
that that half is far beyond what most others have."

"Thank you, Jareth...boys," I said.  "But you also have to remember that
Ronni and I are still in that "honeymoon" phase.  That's not to say that
our love and passion will cool down.  I hope it will only grow stronger
over the years.  But a strong, loving relationship takes constant work.
You can't just simply accept things as they are right now and expect them
to always be the same.  There will always be times when something will come
up that maybe one of you agrees with and the other doesn't.  That's when
you need to work together - to talk to one another - to try to come to some
sort of point that you both can agree on that won't hurt the relationship,
but hopefully make it even stronger.  One big issue that might come up is
sex.  (Blushes all around) Right now, you're discovering all the joys and
wonders of having sex with someone you love deeply, and you probably have a
hard time keeping your hands off one another sometimes.  But there
eventually will come a time when you aren't quite as driven to have sex
because you've experienced it all and feel secure in your love, and the
after-effects of your lovemaking will last longer.  Your love will be more
secure, and you can now focus on having sex as an extension of your love
rather than trying to prove it through making love.  I know you find it
hard to believe now, but there will come a time when simply sitting,
cuddling and holding hands will be as satisfying emotionally as sex.  There
will also come a time when maybe one of you is as horny as a goat but the
other may not be feeling well and is not really interested in having sex
right then.  This is where one of those big compromises comes in.  I'm one
of those who believes that no matter how I feel, if Ronni wants to make
love, then there are things I can do to him and for him that will leave
both of us satisfied, even though I may not have had an orgasm myself.
It's all about your partner and making him feel loved and satisfied, and if
he is, then it's just as satisfying to me knowing that I showed him how
much I love him by getting him off in the best way that I'm capable at the
time.  Frankly, though, with this little sex pot, I'm ALWAYS in the mood.
But it could happen that sometime, I might not be feeling well, but I'll
never deny him the pleasure of sex.  Oh, and one final thing. Never, never
NEVER go to bed angry.  Even if you have to stay up all night, talk it out.
Besides, they say that make-up sex is the best.  OK. Lecture over."
Everyone chuckled and continued eating, although I could sense that they
were at least thinking about what I'd said.  I'm sure there will be
questions sometime soon.  Lots of 'em!!!

Once we'd all finished dinner, Ronni and I, along with the older boys,
cleared the table while Paulo and Mario got out the cake and other goodies.
I figured to let them have the pleasure of presenting their "prize".  Ronni
ran some soapy water in the sink, and we decided to let the dishes soak
while we had dessert.  Clean-up would be easy tonight, so there was no
rush.  When we returned to the table with the dessert plates, I had to stop
and just stare at the cake.  It was a beautiful creation and would probably
have taken most of the 5000 pesos I'd sent them with.  It almost seemed a
shame to have to cut into it.  I said ALMOST!  Despite having just eaten a
filling meal, I think we were all drooling in anticipation.  Mario said
that Mrs. Dimarco had recommended heating the chocolate sauce, so while
Ronni went to take care of that, I started slicing and serving generous
portions of the cake.  I had just put the last slice on the plate when
Ronni returned with the pitcher of now-warm sauce.  It was passed around,
each taking a very healthy amount - myself included.  The cake was
delicious, and everyone moaned their appreciation.  Have you ever continued
to eat something even though your full, simply because you wanted more of
that wonderful taste?  That's what we all did, and there was very little
left of the cake when we were finished.  Even a few of the cupcakes had
disappeared.  We all groaned our appreciation for a wonderful ending to a
basic but very good meal.  The rest of us congratulated Mario and Paulo for
bringing home such a delicious dessert, much to their embarrassment and
delight.  Jareth and Dhomz positively and genuinely insisted on doing the
dishes, with only token resistance from the rest of us.  I think we were
all too full to want to have to do anything but sit and wallow in our
postprandial misery.  Ronni told them to leave the cleaned dishes and stuff
on the counter, and he'd put it away, since he knew where everything went.
With that, the older boys headed off to the kitchen while the rest of us
waddled our over-stuffed selves into the salla.  The four of us aimed for
the sofa, and I noticed that Mario and Paulo sat beside each other rather
than in their usual position with Mario sitting between Paulo's legs and
his back against his chest.  I was even more surprised when Ronni sat on
the floor in front of me between my legs instead of taking his usual place
on my lap. When I asked him, he told me that he knew we had all eaten too
much, and that I probably wouldn't appreciate the pressure against my
distended tummy.  The other two said that's why they weren't in their usual
position also.

We chatted more about the visa, what we might have to do about getting it,
including having to go to Manila for the interview.  Ronni said that it
would be his first time on a plane, and that he was excited but nervous, so
we talked about flying for a while, with Jareth and Dhomz joining in on
occasion from the kitchen but concentrating mainly on the dishes.  They
were done and had joined us about 10 minutes later, and I was surprised and
delighted when Jareth handed me a cup of coffee.  It was just what I needed
after all that food.  He asked if any of the others would like anything,
and when all had declined, plopped himself down on the floor, positioning
himself like Ronni, between Dhomz' legs, who was sitting in the chair
opposite us.  It was Dhomz who asked the question that had been in the back
of my mind, but I hadn't really come to any conclusion until he brought it
up.

"Where will you stay once they start construction here," he asked,
"especially if it takes longer for Ronni to get his passport and you leave
your job in the US?"  All eyes turned toward me, none more questioning than
Ronni's, and I made another of my spur-of-the-moment decisions.

"I plan to rent a suite or the penthouse, if they have one, at the hotel
near the airport, unless Josie has something better in mind for us."

"If Ronni gets his visa next week, what will he do about his school when he
goes with you?" asked Dhomz.

"I'm hoping that I can convince his school to let me tutor him," I replied.
"Even though I teach music, the main part of my studies was education, so I
should be qualified to do that.  I think I heard or read somewhere that
most of your text books are in English, and hopefully, it's all of the main
required subjects."

"I think you are right," said Jareth.  "There was a kid in my class last
year who had to go away with his family for 2 months in the middle of the
term because of his father's job.  The school let the parents be the
teachers, and gave them all the materials for that time.  Neither of his
parents are teachers, yet they allowed them to do this.  Of course, he came
back before the end of term, so it was easy for the school to see if the
parents did a good job teaching.  They must have, because he did not have
to repeat any classes."

"It's good to know there is someone before who has done this in case they
want to make an issue in Ronni's case," I said.  We continued to chat about
school family, friends, the house renovations and hotels until I noticed
how late it was getting.  It was after 9:00PM, and I figured that Mario and
Paulo would like to be able to have some alone time before having to show
up at home.  We all got up, and after a round of hugs and kisses, the young
boys headed out,but not before I reminded them about dinner tomorrow night.
Instead of being a farewell dinner for me, it was now going to be a
celebration, and I reminded them to encourage their parents to come.  I'd
already invited them, but it wouldn't hurt to reinforce it.  Just as they
were going out the door, Jareth called out to them, reminding them to be
careful not to get any sand in the wrong place.  Mario flipped his brother
the finger but was giggling and blushing furiously.  Grabbing Paulo's hand,
the two headed off into the night with, hopefully, a romantic interlude on
the way under an almost full moon.  Beautiful in every regard.  Once they
were well away from the house, I shut off the outside light, shut and
locked the door and turned toward the others.  Ronni stretched his arms
above his head and gave an exaggerated yawn, saying how tired he was.  This
was belied by a very lascivious wink at me and a very pronounced bulge in
his shorts.  It started with a giggle from Jareth that soon had all of us
laughing as we went to the salla where I showed them how to unfold the sofa
into a bed while Ronni got sheets and a light blanket.  Jareth and Dhomz
went to the cr to take care of their nightly routines while Ronni and I
made up the bed for them.  When they came back, I noticed they had a small
towel with them and gave them an exaggerated wink, causing them both to
blush.  With a reminder that the bedroom door would be locked for a while,
and with a final round of hugs, Ronni and I headed into the cr for or our
own routines, locking the door as it shut.  Once closed, we were both
immediately in each other's arms, our mouths pressed together, tongues
ravaging one another, hard cocks pushed aginst each other, heart rates
beginning to race.  All indicators pointed to what would most likely be the
most passionate night of our relationship so far.


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