Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2012 18:46:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: FILIPINO LOVE - Chapter 16

			       FILIPINO LOVE

				    BY

				    JM

Email :  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and info:  see chapter one



			      CHAPTER SIXTEEN


     Just as we got to the door of the cr, Ronni started squirming, making
it more and more difficult to hold him.

     "Phil," he said with a definite sense of urgency in his voice.  "Phil,
please put me down NOW!" he emphasized, squirming even more.  "Please!
Need to use cr very very much!"

     I suddenly recognized the symptoms and quickly set him down.  The
split second his feet hit the floor he scurried to the toilet and quickly
sat down.  Even before he was fully seated, there was an explosion from his
backside caused by the air that had been pounded into his teen rectum,
aided by the double dose of my cum I had injected into him that was now
acting as an enema.  I stepped back into the bedroom, closing the door to
the cr to afford him at least a modicum of privacy as his well-fucked
bowels continued to purge themselves, accompanied by a symphony of sounds
that I knew were embarrassing the hell out of poor Ronni.  I stood nearby
in case I was needed, and about five minutes later, after things had
quieted down to normal, I heard the toilet flush, followed by running water
in the sink, where he was obviously washing his hands.  I wanted to see how
he would handle things after all this, so I went and sat on the edge of the
bed, waiting.  I knew he must feel totally embarrassed, and I wasn't about
to go into the cr and confront him, forcing him to respond and quite
possibly embarrassing him even more than he was already.  This was
something he had to handle on his own terms and could easily become a
defining moment in our relationship.  In his mind, his dignity had been
shattered, and he wasn't sure what to expect from me, so I waited to see if
he'd come to me.  Nothing happened for several very quiet minutes until
Ronni slowly poked his head through the door, looking to see where I was
and spotted me on the bed.  His face was a flaming fire-engine red as his
body soon followed, and he very slowly shuffled toward me with his head
down.  He finally stopped directly in front of me but still several feet
away, his head still on his chest.

     " I so sorry, Phil," he said shyly, and so quietly I had to strain to
hear him.  "I sorry.  I feel bad that happen.  Never happen like that
before!  I so ashamed!"  and started softly sobbing, just standing there,
not looking at me.  My heart ached for him as I reached out and took one of
his hands and started pulling him toward me.  This was met with some
resistance, but he finally relented and came to where I could see the tears
falling down his face as he continued to stare at his feet.  Now that he
was close enough, I was able to reach out with both arms, and I pulled him
between my spread legs until he could go no further.  Putting my finger
under his chin, I lifted his head until he was looking straight at me, his
tear-stained face flaming even more with his acute embarrassment.

     I softly stroked the side of his face, rubbing away the tears on his
cheek with my thumb.  He started to pull his head back when my hand first
touched his face, not completely sure what to expect, but he was soon
leaning into my caress.

     "Ronni," I said trying to put as much love into my voice as I was
feeling, "that was a perfectly normal, human function, and is absolutely
nothing to be ashamed of.  We all do that."  Then, putting on my best
schoolteacher voice, I continued, "I shit, you shit, he/she/ it shits."  He
couldn't help but chuckle when he heard my attempt at an English
conjugation lesson using a verb he never would have heard a teacher use in
his school.

     "And believe it or not, what happened to you just now is also
something that happens when anyone has just been fucked, especially for the
first time like you were.  When my cock was going in and out of you, some
air was being pushed inside you, and my cum acted like an enema.  Also, the
first few times I fuck you, your body tells you that you have something
inside that needs to come out, and even after I've pulled out, it still
feels like I'm in there.  Of course, I say `few times' only IF you want us
to fuck again.  That feeling will go away once your body becomes used to my
cock inside, but for now, you had three things that made you have to go to
the cr."  I held me breath, waiting for his response.  The incident in the
cr was totally embarrassing to him, and he may feel too badly to want to
have to go through that mortification again.  That was his first ever
experience of the consequences of our love making, and it may not be
something he'd want to repeat.

     His gaze intensified as he said, "Oo.  I want you to fuck me much!  I
feel sooo good. It hurt a little when you first go in, but pain go very
quick.  Then only feel good that get big and big!"  With that, he wrapped
his arms around me and climbed into my lap.  Heaving a sigh of relief, I
also wrapped my arms around him and stroked his neck and back, and I heard
again that sound from him that I'd heard in the shower yesterday.  Ronni
was literally purring with contentment.  Whew!  Crisis averted!

     "Sweetheart," said softly, "Just remember that what happened a few
minutes ago may very well happen again.  Now that you know, I hope you
won't be ashamed when it does.  Also, I think the feelings of being ashamed
were worse for you because we haven't been together very long, and you were
afraid I'd think badly of you."  He nodded, indicating that it was exactly
how he thought I'd react.  "You need to understand from this very minute,"
I continued, "that there is NOTHING you could do that would make me think
badly of you or that my love for you would be any less.  I love you
unconditionally, Ronni, no matter what.  That means that you never have to
act any differently around me than you normally would.  You just be
"Ronni".  The only thing you could ever do that would upset me would be if
you did things just because you think it's what I want you to do.  I need
to be Phil and you need to be Ronni.  We each have special things about us
and ways we do things that make us who we are.  It's only from doing that,
that we can build a strong, honest relationship that will last us all our
lives.  But this also means there will be times you do something I don't
like, and I'll do something you don't like.  When that happens, we talk
about it right away instead of just getting hurt or upset.  Even though
you're only fourteen does NOT mean that you are any less equal than me in
this relationship.  If something I do or say bothers you, then you tell me
right then, and I'll do the same for you.  You and I are partners for life,
now, and being partners means we are equal in anything and everything.  I
know that it will be hard for you to do all that at first, but it's a very
important part of who we are as a couple.  And, after saying all that, I
will be very happy to fuck you as many times as you want until you walk
funny."  He laughed.  "But," I continued, in a slightly more serious tone,
"I don't call what we did "fucking".  We were giving ourselves completely
to each other to show how much we love each other...that we belong to each
other.  What we were doing was `making love', not fucking.  There will be
times when we're both so horny for each other that it could be called
fucking, but don't ever forget that there will always be love there, too.
Do you understand all that?"  He had been watching me with intense
concentration all throughout my little speech, and now he nodded.  "So, are
you ok, now?"

     "Oo," he said as he leaned in and softly rubbed his cheek against
mine.  "I ok...no, I AM ok, "he corrected himself.  Obviously, the longer
he was around me and my grammar, he was beginning to express himself
better.  "Much ok.  You make me ok, Phil.  I love you!"

     With that, we began a kiss that could quickly escalate into another
round in bed, but I knew that deep down, we were both totally wiped out by
our earlier session.  We broke the kiss as I stood up and headed yet again
into the cr, this time determined to get that much-needed shower.  I don't
know about Ronni, but the cum had now dried on my body and was feeling
downright uncomfortable and itchy.  As I sat him down on the counter to
free my hands for turning on the shower, I noticed him wince.

     "Ok, Love," I said.  "I saw that look just now.  You have some pain
back there.  Let me check to make sure everything's ok."  He slid off the
counter onto the floor with another small grimace and...embarrassment?  His
face was getting very red again. And he was once again looking at the
floor.

     Lifting his head so he was looking at me again, I said, "Darling, are
you embarrassed that I'm going to be looking at you there?"  He nodded
shyly.  Continuing, I said, "Aren't you forgetting that it wasn't too long
ago the I had my TONGUE in there, as well as my fingers and my cock?"  He
blushed a little more but chuckled.  "It's nothing I haven't seen already,
and I plan to spend a lifetime looking at, playing with, licking, kissing
and making love to it, so bend `em and spread `em, fella."  I was trying to
lighten the mood while at the same time helping Ronni to become comfortable
around me, no matter the situation.  It worked, as he giggled, and I saw
the embarrassed tension leave his body as his face slowly returned to its
normal color.

     He turned, bent at the waist, spreading his legs.  He had no need to
pull his cheeks apart due to the fact that his muscle structure opened his
crevice naturally and fully exposing he hole when he spread his legs.  I
noticed that the edges of his anus were puffy and red, showing clear
evidence of the pounding I had given him, but there didn't appear to be any
real damage and no traces of blood, thank God.  But I also wanted to be
certain that there was no internal damage either.  Telling him I'd be right
back, I went and retrieved the lube and returned to the cr, where Ronni was
still bent over.  Seeing him exposed like that sent a twinge to my cock,
but after two incredibly intense orgasms within minutes of each other,
there was simply nothing left.  At least for now!  With Ronni, I'm willing
to bet that my recovery times were going to be much shorter.  I applied a
generous amount of lube on my middle finger and caressed his back with my
other hand.

     "Honey," I said, "I'm going to check inside to make sure everything's
ok.  Your poor little butt took quite a pounding.  I'll try very hard not
to hurt you"

     "Ok," he replied, showing his complete trust in me.

     I gently stroked his slit with my lubed finger in preparation for
insertion.  Ronni jerked slightly, caused by the coolness of the gel rather
than pain, hopefully, but didn't say anything.  I very slowly inserted my
middle finger, finding no resistance as his anal muscles hadn't fully
recovered, and also trying my very best to cause the least amount of
discomfort to him as possible.  When my finger was fully inside, I rotated
it slowly, trying to feel for any tears to his rectum.  As my finger passed
over his prostate, he gasped and involuntarily (I think) pushed back on my
finger.  Wanting to make this as good of an experience for him as I could,
I gave his joy button a few more strokes before slowly withdrawing.  Ronni
had been enjoying the stimulation and let out a sound of displeasure when I
withdrew.  There were no traces of blood and I felt no internal
abnormalities.  The only "damage", if you can call it that, was the redness
and puffiness at the entrance, which should go down by tomorrow.  In the
meantime, I had an ointment that will help ease the discomfort until Nature
ran its course.  Shower first, however.

     "Ok, Love.  Time to shower.  When we're done, I have something I can
put on your butt so it won't hurt so much.  Everything looked ok back
there.  It's just a little swollen and sore too, obviously, but that should
go away by tomorrow.  So, let's get cleaned up now and get some dinner.  I
don't know about you, but I'm hungry enough to eat a caribao (local cow)."

     "Me too," he said, laughing.  "Maybe TWO caribao!"

     Our shower was JUST that...a shower.  There were no attempts at
getting sexual by either of us.  We were both totally sated, at least for
the moment.  That didn't mean we didn't wash each other, however.  We did,
each of us gently and lovingly scrubbing backs, legs, chests and groins
which, while causing both of us to plump up a bit, didn't result in a full
hardon for either of us.  While Ronni's cock may have firmed up a bit more
than mine, it never reached its full hardness.  We also dried each other
carefully, much more thoroughly than the time before when we'd both been so
hot for each other we couldn't wait.  I retrieved the antiseptic ointment
from my travel bag and had Ronni once again bend over.  Even after the
shower, while it definitely looked better, it still had some puffiness.  I
gently applied some ointment over the area, patted him on the butt to let
him know I was finished, washed my hands, and then, with Ronni wrapped
around me, started to head to the kitchen, until I remembered something he
hadn't seen yet.  Standing in front of the mirror over the sink, I told him
to look at his neck in the mirror.  When he saw the two very prominent
hickies, one on either side, his eyes went wide and a smile swept over his
handsome face.

     "COOL!" he enthused.  "Now everyone know I belong to you!"  With that,
he turned back to me, wrapped his arms and legs even more tightly around
me, and proceeded to shower my face with kisses, ending on my lips where
his tongue demanded entrance.  Never one to refuse him anything, I obliged,
and we spent the next several minutes in a battle of tongues.  Finally
breaking away, he gazed lovingly into my eyes, and said, "I love you with
all my heart."

     "I love you too, my sweet, beautiful Ronni, more than I can ever find
words to say."

     Before going to the kitchen, I made a detour with my love-leech so we
could put fresh sheets on the bed.  I set him down, went around to the
other side of the bed where, between us, we got it stripped and remade with
fresh sheets in no time.  I went back around to where he was, got him back
into my arms, and with a peck on the lips, turned toward the kitchen to
rustle us up a caribao or two.


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