Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 06:41:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ramil Beltran <beltranramil@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Filipino Family Story (Book III)

A FILIPINO FAMILY STORY
by Ramil Beltran

This is a collection of my experiences with the men in my family.  All
events happened but names of people and places were changed for obvious
reasons.

If you are below 18 years old and are offended by stories involving
homosexual encounters between family members please do not read the
following stories.  Otherwise, sit back, read on and enjoy.

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BOOK III

LOLO SIMEON

Lolo is a Filipino term for grandfather.  It is used however to every
member of the family who is as old as your own grandfather.  So, the term
is used to address the brothers of your grandfather, his male cousins, etc.

Lolo Simeon is the youngest of the 7 brothers of my real grandfather, my
dad's father.  He lived very near our house on his own with only a house
helper to accompany him.  His wife died of cancer when his two children
were still in university.  He never remarried.  By the time this story
happened, his two children were already married and were living in
different parts of the city far from our place.

Like my grandfather, Lolo Simeon was on the heavy side.  His small
grandchildren, as well as us, have a grand time tapping on his belly and he
would give out a hearty laugh. His hair was white and thinning.  He also
doesn't have too much hair on his body.  He smokes cigars, the smell of
which fills his huge living room.  His hobby was to take care of his
orchids and other plants in his large garden.

He and his brothers, including my own grandfather, would always punctuate
their sentences with expletives.  They use cuss words when they were angry,
surprised and even when they were happy.  Young as we were, we were already
exposed to all kinds of cusses, courtesy of my grandfather and his
brothers.

We were, however, not allowed to say any cuss word.  Our parents see to it
that none of our grandfather's favorite expressions will come out of us.

I was 16 that summer and I was looking forward to entering university.
Knowing how difficult my studies would be for the next four years, I wanted
to spend the next two months going to parties, enjoying my teenage life and
have all the fun I could get.  It never happened.

One afternoon, Lolo Simeon was pruning a tree in his garden.  He was
standing on a ladder perched unsteadily on the wet lawn.  He lost his step
and fell from the ladder.  He used both arms to cushion the fall.  Being 68
at that time, the fall broke his arms.

Lolo Simeon's arms were put in casts and his doctor said he may not use
them for 90 days.  At about the same time, his house helper needed to go
back to the province because of an emergency.

His children lived far from him and could not stay with him 24 hours a day.
Their children were still small to take care of a disabled adult.  Since we
lived nearby, they asked my father if we could take care of him.  My father
assigned me for the task.

I was stunned.  I was hoping to get as much fun I could that summer and
I've been given responsibility.  I couldn't say no because if I did, the
entire clan will never forgive me for being selfish.

And so, I went to Lolo Simeons's house and got down to business.  I never
thought that I could put in some pleasure too.

It was arranged that our food will be prepared in our house and will be
brought to Lolo Simeon's house by our house helper.  Cleaning the house
will not also be my problem.  All I have to do is to attend to Lolo
Simeon's needs.

Even though he was in obvious discomfort, Lolo Simeon's mood didn't change.
He teased me about my body, which was reed-thin at that time.  He would
crack jokes about the female anatomy and all that.

The first day of my duty was to get to know my routine. We woke up at five
to water his garden.  At 7 in the morning, I fed him.  By 8 I brought him
to the toilet so he could do his thing.  Afterwards, I washed him, no baths
until after ten days as ordered by the doctor.  After this, he went to the
garden to check on his plants.  Next activity was back to the house for his
morning tea.  Then we did whatever we wanted until lunchtime.  After lunch,
he took his siesta up to three o'clock and then it's afternoon tea.  This
was followed by watering of the plants.  We went back in the house by six
for the evening news.  Our dinner was at 7 in the evening followed by his
evening wash.  Lolo Simeon went to bed at nine.

Since he cannot use both his arms, I had to do everything for him.  I would
light the cigar for him and pass it to him once lit.  Then he would signal
to take it off his lips.  Maybe this made me acquire the taste for cigars,
a vice I indulge in once in a while.

This was our daily schedule.  I was so bored with the other activities
except when I give him his morning and evening wash.  Lolo Simeon served in
the guerilla with his brothers during the war.  Although he is already fat,
I could still feel the firmness of his muscles underneath his skin whenever
I give him his wash.

He was basically helpless with both his arms in slings.  I even take off
his clothes for him.  I couldn't stop myself from giving his cock a
lingering look.  His cock must be five inches long, circumcised, and as
thick as a baby's wrist.  I expected that at his age it will all be
shriveled but I was mistaken.  His balls were hanging in a loose sac, with
some hair covering the lower parts.  His pubic hair was still bushy but
less wiry than mine.

Of course he knows I'm gay but he couldn't care less.  Aside from that, he
didn't have a choice.  He would even allow me to wash his cock and balls.
He would only grunt a little when I take some time washing those parts.

Sometimes, his son would visit him and stay on to feed him and give him his
wash. He would also give him a shave because I am not used to doing it. I
just stood by the door of his bedroom while he was given his wash.

On the eighth day of our routine, Lolo Simeon's disposition changed.  He
became grumpy and I didn't know what to do.  So I called my mom and asked
her what to do.  Lolo Simeon also spoke to her and told her that he can't
stand the heat anymore; he wants to take his bath.  Of course my mom said
it was not allowed but he was insistent.  My mom gave in but he will take a
bath only in the morning.  She told me to give him a bath that day and just
make sure that the casts don't get wet.  I don't know what she meant when
she warned me not to fool around with Lolo Simeon.

So I lead him to the bathroom that morning, and made him sit on the chair I
placed there before I took him.  I covered his arms with the plastic covers
as protection and asked him to raise his hands.  He was giving off a scent
that was common among old men his age.

I poured the lukewarm water on his body and he said it was good.  Then I
started soaping his body using my bare hands.  That was a big mistake on my
part because as I was soaping his chest and belly, my dick got hard.  I
looked at Lolo Simeon but his eyes were closed.  I continued soaping him
and then I asked him to stand up as I soap his cock.  His member was
eye-level with me, and I looked at it intently while I soap his back.

Then I shifted to his cock and balls.  I soap the balls first, then the
shaft.  I took some extra time in soaping the area between the head and the
shaft of his penis.  Meanwhile, I felt that my cock was being stretched
beyond its limits because of my erection.  I must have been soaping his
cock for a long time because I felt his cock was getting harder.

I heard a grunt and looked at him.  He wasn't looking at me but his face
was red. I continued down to his legs.  After this, I poured water on his
body to remove the soapy suds.  Then I towel dry him.  I must have spent
some time drying his nether regions because he made another grunt.  I
hurriedly finished the task and dressed him up immediately.

When his househelper got back after a month, I expected that I will be
relieved of my duties.  Lolo Simeon, however, asked my mom and dad to let
me stay to give him a bath until his casts were removed.  They agreed since
they thought that it was in bad taste for the woman househelper to give
Lolo Simeon a bath.

What they didn't know was the effect of Lolo Simeon's baths on me.  I have
begun entertaining sexual thoughts about Lolo Simeon.  I must admit that I
was already looking forward for his bath time so I can get my hands on his
good-looking jewels.  Every bath time was a struggle since I had to fight
the urge of putting his cock in my mouth.  It came to a point that I think
of Lolo Simeon to get the best orgasm whenever I jacked off.

I would start to heat up when I take off his clothes.  Seeing his cock and
balls hanging loosely between his legs, excited me so much.  Soaping him
and rubbing my hands on his bare skin gave a tingling sensation all over my
body.  When it was time to soap his genitals, I get really hard that I was
afraid the old man would notice it.

Even while I was dressing him and combing his hair, I could feel the sexual
tension inside me.  Sometimes I catch myself actually smelling him, taking
in as much of his scent that I could get.  I knew that the day would come
that I won't be able to control myself anymore.  I didn't know that it
would come sooner.

I didn't know how it happened but one time I gave in to my desires while
giving him a bath.  I knew the househelper would not see us because the
bathroom was in his bedroom.  So while I was soaping his cock as usual, I
started to jerk his cock slowly.  I didn't look at him but I feel his eyes
on me.  I was waiting for the grunt but it never came so I continued.
After a few minutes I felt his cock growing, my action was getting into
him.

A mild expletive escaped his mouth.

  "What are you doing you crazy child?" he asked me.

I didn't look at him.  I continued to jerk his cock.  The soap made my hand
slick and I have no trouble sliding his cock in it.  I heard Lolo Simeon
chuckled.

"Hey, you must have forgotten who I am." he said in a mocking tone.

I pretended not to hear him and went on jerking his cock.  I heard a soft
sigh escaped his mouth and his cock grew harder.  His whole body was tensed
and rigid. I looked up at him and I saw a hundred expressions on his face.
Our eyes met and for a moment he regained his composure.

"You stop what you're doing right now.  I'm not letting you off of this
easily.  I'll make sure your father get to know this happened." he
threatened me.

I wanted so much to suck his cock and I knew this is my best chance to
fulfill my desires.  I rinsed the soap off his legs and crotch.  His body
relaxed but his cock was still waving in the air in a semi-erect state.
Then without warning, I put it in my mouth and started sucking it.

"Stop that you little faggot!"  He shouted at me.

His body started to tense as he struggled to stop me.  He tried pulling his
cock from my mouth but I didn't let go of it. I slid his cock deep in my
throat and I felt his body shuddered.  He started letting out expletives.
He tried to kick me but he almost slipped.

I must have been possessed by evil that day because instead of letting go.
I even sucked harder on his cock; I was determined to give him pleasure
that morning.  He was so angry that he was already breathing heavily.  At
one point he tried hitting me with his arms but it must have hurt him that
he leaned on the wall for support.

He kept on struggling and I was having a hard time getting a tempo.  He let
out a barrage of expletives and then, in resignation told me.

"Have it your way!  Do what you want to do with your Lolo and then burn in
hell."

I couldn't care less about the fires of hell.  I was already burning with
desire, feeling his smooth old cock inside my mouth.  I licked on it and
sucked on it.  I even made it slide in and out my mouth, letting my tongue
slide on its sides.

I looked at him and he was staring at the ceiling, beads of sweat forming
on his neck.  I released his cock from my mouth then took in his balls,
licking and sucking one at a time.  I heard a grunt, I thought I hurt him
so I put his cock back in my mouth.  Then I increased my tempo, sliding my
mouth up and down the shaft of his cock.  I took in his entire tool and
buried my face in his pubic hair.  I felt him shifting on his feet.

Lolo Simeon then said that he was about to release his load.  It sounded
like a warning; perhaps he didn't want to come in my mouth. But that was
what I wanted to happen.  So I sucked him even harder, his cock moved in my
mouth.  He moaned aloud and his hot semen filled my mouth.  The old man let
out an expletive when he saw me swallow his load.

I looked up at him and I saw how red his face was.  He was breathing deeply
and his white hair was a mess.  He was looking sharply at me.  He shook his
head in disbelief at what I've done to him.

"You are crazy!  What did it taste like?" he said in a loud voice.

"Delicious."  I answered and went on to lick his semi-erect member.

He let out another expletive and a warning to stop what I was doing.  His
cock went limp inside my mouth.  I licked the remaining semen on his cock
as I gently squeezed his balls.  I didn't want even a single drop to go to
waste.  I heard him chuckle, I looked up at him and he was shaking his
head.

"Crazy child lusting over his Lolo."  he kept on saying while shaking his
head.

I let go of his cock and washed him.  My body was shaking as I started to
relax, an exhilarating feeling washed over me.  I didn't want to look at
his face because I could feel his eyes on me.  But deep inside, I was still
burning with desire for his cock.  I held his cock and balls.  Then I
rinsed his body.

"You liked that?  What pleasure do you get from that," he was mocking me as
I finished giving him his bath and I put on his clothes.

"I just want to make you happy." I answered back.

He laughed at what I said.

"It wasn't even close to the real thing!"  he mockingly told me.

It was the ultimate insult to me.  I thought I gave the best to him and
there he was telling me that it was nothing!  Not even close to what he
wanted!  I felt so humiliated.

We never spoke the whole day.  As my mind cleared, a strong feeling of
guilt washed over me.  I couldn't even look at the portrait of his wife
hanging inside their room.  I thought the eyes of my grandmother were
piercing my body.

That evening, at dinnertime, we ate our meal in silence.  I would try to
look at him and I could see him staring at me.  The househelper even asked
me if there was something wrong, I just said that Lolo Simeon didn't feel
like talking.

There was a lot of tension between us while I was giving him his bath that
evening.  Lolo Simeon was watching my every move.  Whenever I touch his
genitals he would grunt.  I hurriedly finished what I was doing.

He was already in bed, ready to sleep when he sent me home.  I walked
towards our place with my heart going crazy in my chest.  I knew I went
overboard earlier and I was thinking of what to tell my dad when he
confronts me.

I couldn't sleep that night.  What happened that morning kept on playing in
my mind. I knew I just crossed the gates of hell that day.  It was like
raping Lolo Simeon.  He couldn't stop me because of his disability.  Every
time I closed my eyes, I imagined the ghost of his dead wife looking at me,
berating me for what I did to her husband.

In the first light of the morning, I waited for all my relatives to come to
the house and start cursing me to eternal damnation.  I thought his
children would come and beat me to a pulp.

Lolo Simeon never told a soul about what I did to him.  Since nobody else
can take over my responsibilities, he had no choice but to let me wash him
until the casts on his arms were removed. Throughout those remaining days
however, he made me really suffer by asking me every bath time whether I
will suck his cock again.  He would say that I should get my fill before
the casts in his arms were removed; by then I will never get another
chance. It got into my nerves one day that I decided to talk to him.

I told him how sorry I was that I sucked his cock and made a fool out of
him.  I was, I explained, over come by lust.  I promised him that it would
never happen again.

Lolo Simeon was chuckling when I finished.  He asked me to hug him and I
took that to mean as all were already forgiven.

The casts on his arms were removed after a few weeks.  He was back in his
garden a couple of days later, taking care of his plants.  I went to the
State University and stayed in a dormitory, going back home only on
weekends.

Lolo Simeon is now more than 80 years old but sometimes I find myself still
physically attracted to him.  He doesn't know it.  Nothing ever happened
between us again.  I think he was just not into those things.

I will love him forever.

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I'd like to thank all those who sent me e-mail.  Thanks for the encouraging
words.