Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2012 15:43:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: FILIPINO LOVE Chapter 8

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    By
				    JM
		       Email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and info:  see chapter one

			       CHAPTER EIGHT

     I awoke the next morning with the room flooded by soft sunlight.  As I
stretched luxuriously, I looked to my left to see my Ronni lying on his
side, propped up on his elbow watching me.  He had a soft smile on his
beautiful lips, and that look of pure, intense love shining from his
soulful dark eyes.

     "Morning," I said, as I reached out my arms toward him.  "How long
have you been awake?"

     He melted into my embrace, and after pecking me on the lips and said,
"I only wake a short time.  I like watching you when you sleep, but we have
more fun when you awake."  He started giggling at that comment, and I
couldn't resist.  I started tickling his ribs as he wiggled and screamed
with laughter.

     "Stop! Stop!" He hollered.  "I have to piss!"  Discretion being the
better part of valor, I relented.  He sprinted into the cr and was soon
back, lying half on top of me with his head on my chest.

     "I wish I could always wake up with you beside me, " I said quietly
while stroking his dark brown hair.  "Everything is so much better with you
in my life."

     "Me too.  It was so good to wake up with you."  This statement of his
was punctuated by an extra tight hug.  "I don't want to leave you ever!"

     Suddenly, my situation dawned on me.  Shit!!  Houston, we have a
problem!  And in all fairness to Ronni, I think the sooner we talk about
it, the easier it will be.  I pulled him up with me as I sat up in bed,
resting my back against the headboard.

     "Ronni, you know I love you more than life itself, right?"  He looked
up from where his head was resting on my chest.

     "Yes, I know.  Remember last night what happened when you start to
cry?  I really COULD feel what you feel.  I know you love me so much and I
love you so much too."  He then placed a quick kiss on my chin.

     Dear God, I didn't want to cause him any hurt and possibly ruin the
time we could be together while I was here.  And THAT'S the problem.  I
have to leave here a week from this Friday and return to my job back home.
The time that Ronni and I had to spend together is less than two weeks.
FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!  My mind was frantically trying to find a way to tell
Ronni as well as trying to also find a possible solution.  All this time,
Ronni was cuddled against me with his head on my chest, probably wondering
what I was going to say.  I felt so damn helpless and frustrated at that
point, I'm sure my blood pressure rose dramatically.  This was all be
confirmed when Ronni lifted his head a looked at my eyes, possibly trying
to see what was on my mind.

     "What is not good, Phil?  Your heart is fast and your eyes are not
happy?  What?"  he asked.  I squeezed him to me as hard as I could without
causing physical injury, but it must have been too tight, since I heard
Ronni give a slight grunt of protest.

     "Sorry, love," I apologized.  "I didn't mean to squeeze so hard."  I
loosened my hold on him, and then I continued.  "Ronni, my love, my heart.
I don't know what I would ever do if I lost you or your love."  He started
to say something, but I placed my finger over his lips.  He kissed it but
remained silent.  "Do you know what brought me to the Philippines in the
first place?"  He gave a tentative nod of his head, not sure where this
conversation was going, and frankly, I don't think he DID know everything.
I think he was beginning to get a little worried.

     "I came here to look for a place where I could build a resort hotel."
His eyes got big as he heard this and looked as though he was going to say
something, but remained silent.  "And you heard me say to your friends that
I teach school.  I'm here now because it's our school vacation back home.
It's for two weeks, Ronni, just two short weeks."  At this point, I just
lost it.  I was overcome with a sense of such utter despair, sorrow and
frustration at the thought of having to leave him after so short of time
that I started crying.  AGAIN!!!  What the fuck's wrong with me?!?  I've
cried more times in the short time I've known Ronni than I have in my
entire fucking life!!  And that's no exaggeration; it's the God's honest
truth.  How has this beautiful person changed me so much in so short amount
of time?

     I've heard about falling in love at first sight, but I've never seen
an actual example of it.  Until now, that is.  There was no denying the
fact that I was head over heels in love with Ronni.  In less than 24 hours,
he has become the very most important person in my life, filling a place in
my heart so large...a place I never knew existed until I met him, although
I'd always hoped to find a lifetime mate someday.  In just the few short
hours that I've known him, he has become the reason for all things good in
my life, including my lottery win.  Without that, I wouldn't even be here.
Is there some higher power at work that brought us together?  If that's the
case, then why are things in such a mess already?  Why bring us together
when we just have to part ways all too soon?  It all doesn't make any
sense!  There HAS to be some way around this.  There HAS to be something
I'm not getting right now.  Throughout my anguished musings, Ronni was
still in my arms with his wrapped around me.  He was watching my
face...especially my eyes...carefully.  Surely he must see what's going on
in my head.  I was so upset that I had no idea of how much time had passed
since I last spoke, but just then, he gently stroked the side of my face.

     "You hurt, Phil.  I see in your face and eyes you hurt.  I hurt too
`cuz you hurt."  I got a sweet kiss on the lips at this point.  Then he
continued, "I find you at last and you find me, and we have great love
together.  I know you hurt `cuz you go home too soon, but you be back
quick.  You say only bit more than one month `til end of your school.  Then
you come back.  Now I know I find you, I be ok.  I wait 4 years to meet
you.  I ok wait one month.  You be back for good, then we have life
together always.  Talaga?"

     It was the first time Ronni used any of his native language when
talking to me.  He had always spoken to me in his slightly fractured
English, but in all fairness, I needed to try and speak at least what
little of his language I knew.  In Tagalog, "talaga" means "is that not
so?"  It's one of the common words and phrases I tried to learn, and I
remembered it now, so I gave the appropriate response, which I also knew,
"Tama!" which means "that's right".  It also got a surprised look from
Ronni.  I don't think he realized he had spoken any Tagalog to me until
just then, and the fact that I understood him and responded appropriately
surprised and delighted him.

     "You speak Tagalog?" he asked, excitedly bouncing around in my lap.  I
had to hold onto him to get him to calm down before he bounced on my pride
and joy.

     "Very little," I replied.  "But you will be my teacher, ok?  You can
teach the teacher."  He thought that was quite amusing.

     "Ok," he said, while his face lit up with his face-splitting grin.
God, how I love this kid...person...boy.  What the hell do I call him?
Even though he's only 14 years old, in less than 24 hours I have fallen
deeply and totally in love with him!  In both our minds and hearts, we are
a bonafide couple, albeit a gay couple.  We had even had full-on sex with
each other, so to call him a kid or a boy just seems to me to be so very
wrong.  But why do I need to know what to call him?  Isn't that just
putting another label on an already labeled relationship in the eyes of the
world?  Fuck it!  He's not a kid or a boy.  He's my Ronni, my lover and
partner for life.  That's enough labels.  I'm also amazed at his level of
maturity.  I don't know if that's a cultural thing or just him, but I know
I'll find out soon enough.  Now, to try to wrap up what started as a
depressing discussion...at least for me.  He seems to have a better handle
on things than I do!

     "Ronni, something you should know about me is I never speak
bullshit. (This prompted another giggle from him.)  I always speak what's
on my mind.  Life is too short for lies and not telling your true feelings.
I was so upset when I thought of leaving you so soon that I forgot to look
at the bigger picture.  What you said makes the most sense.  I have to go
back to finish the school year there.  I'm going to resign my job, and I
have to find a good home for my dog."

     "You have dog?"  he interrupted excitedly.  I was afraid I knew where
this was headed and needed to diffuse the situation.

     "I do, Sweetheart, but she's very furry and would not do well in the
heat here. (Uh oh.  Sad eyes.)  I need to find her a good home there where
I know she will be well taken care of.  I think I have someone already in
mind, but I'll have to wait until I get back.  But the idea of having a dog
seems to please you.  Once I'm here for good, then we'll see about getting
a dog.  (Happy eyes again.  Good!)  The other thing is that I'm not going
to sell my house there."  I could see that he was about to say something,
so I placed my fingers against his lips, getting them kissed in reward.
Have I mentioned lately just how much I love this guy?

     "I want to keep my house there so you and I will have a place to live
when we visit," I explained.  Boy, did THAT ever get a response!

     "I go the U.S.?"  he shouted while bouncing up and down in my lap.  I
was so very grateful I had moved him earlier.  The way he was bouncing, our
nascent lovelife would have ended before it barely got started!

     "Not right away," I told the excited bundle of energy.  "There is a
lot of paperwork we need to do before that happens.  It may even be this
time next year before you can go with me."

     "That sucks!" he exclaimed.  I had to chuckle.  I hear that expression
all the time from the kids back home, but it's the first time I've heard it
here.  I decided I needed to calm things down a little.  There were still
some other matters we needed to talk about.

     "No, my love.  YOU suck, and very, very well. I might add.  What the
other is, is government paperwork.  That takes a long time."

     I'm not really sure if he heard the last part of that statement, but
he definitely heard the first part!  When he heard my comment extolling his
cock-sucking abilities from the night before, he tried to look like the
injured party, but he failed miserably.  He couldn't keep the grin from
spreading across his handsome face.

     "You are bad man," he said, trying to suppress a giggle while punching
me playfully on the shoulder."

     "That's not what you said last night," I rebutted.  "You said I was
very good too."  His facial features and his eyes softened, love radiating
out from every pore.

     "Oo," he said softly.  " So very good."  Then he tried to suppress a
grin as his hand snaked down between us and took hold of my cock, which had
remained soft until that very moment.  I think he was very surprised that
in no time at all, he was holding my fully hardened cock.  I saw him look
down at his hand-held prize, back up to my eyes and back down again as he
slowly started to stroke it.  I hated like hell to stop him, but we had a
lot we had to try to get accomplished today.  I reluctantly put my hand on
top of his to stop the stroking, and he looked up at me questioningly.

     "While I'd like nothing better than to have you continue and also
return the favor, we have a lot we have to try to get done today so we can
spend as much time alone together as possible before I have to leave.  I
think the first thing I'd like us to do is to go visit your lola."  This
garnered another big grin from my young lover.

     "Oo," he said.  "I know she want very much to meet you when I find
you.  She will be so happy!"

     " Does your lola have a phone?" I asked.

     " Oo, yes. She has cel phone," he answered proudly.

     "Ok," I said.  "We need to call her and see if she can see us today.
I also need to call the agent who rented this house to me.  I need her to
get started looking for possible properties for me to look at where I can
build a hotel, as well as a few other things," I added mysteriously.  "But
first," I continued, "we need to get you home so you can get some clothes,
not only to wear, but to keep here too.  I'm hoping that with your lola's
help, we can convince your parents to let you stay here with me until I
have to go."  At first, I thought I had maybe been trying to move too fast
with our relationship, but I needn't have worried.  I guess he was stunned
by what I said, because all of a sudden, he exploded into my arms, wrapping
himself as tightly around me as is humanly possible.

     "YES!! YES!!" he screamed.  That's ok.  I guess the hearing will come
back in that ear soon.  "I know my parents will allow.  They do what lola
say.  They will say yes."

     "Ok," I said with a chuckle.  "But first things first.  Let's get some
breakfast, then a shower.  After that, we should call your lola to see if
we can meet with her, then I have to call the agent.  THEN, I'll get some
clothes on and you'll have to wear your suit, although I hate for you to
cover up that cute butt of yours."  This got another giggle from him with
the added bonus of having him wiggle his butt on my crotch.  I almost
groaned in frustration.  I would like nothing more than to just stay there
and make love with him all day until we both passed out from exhaustion.
Then make more love when we recovered.  DAMN!!!  But Life, unfortunately,
was demanding our attention, so I had to get things moving.

     "We'll go to your house to get clothes for you.  Maybe the rest of
your family will be home so I can meet them."  All of this will probably
take most of the day, but I was hoping we'd be able to get back to spend
some time with his friends on the beach if they were around.  Guess we'll
just have to wait and see.  In the meantime, he gave me another wonderful
hug, and I swung my legs over the side of the bed with my love-leech
wrapped around me and headed toward the kitchen to get our day started.

     During our pillow talk, my mind had somehow accepted that the order in
which I met Ronni's family wasn't all that important.  According to him,
his lola had already talked to his parents about what his future held,
i.e., ME, so if I met his folks first before meeting Lola, then so be it.
I just hope that what he had said about his lola being the higher authority
proves to be the case.  Besides, he had said his parents were out of town
visiting his aunt.  They may not even be home, so there was no sense
worrying.  I'd find out soon enough.


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