Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2012 06:49:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: FILIPINO LOVE - Chapter 23

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    BY
				    JM

Email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and other info:  see chapter one


			   CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE


     As I walked toward the door with the love of my life wrapped around
me, the outside light came on, startling me momentarily, until I vaguely
remembered from the list of features when I first saw he place on-line that
it was motion-activated.  Ronni, meanwhile, was nuzzling and gently kissing
my neck, the kisses rapidly getting more passionate and forceful as he
started pushing his crotch into me.  Needless to say, my cock woke up and
decided to raise its head to see what was going on and was fully hard by
the time I reached the door.  Looks like neither of us is quite as tired as
I had originally thought!  I managed to get the door unlocked and us
inside, shutting and locking the door behind me and fumbled the light
switch on.

     Ronni, in the meantime, was cranking up the heat by moving to the
other side of my neck and began to kiss and lick every place he could
reach, all the while moving up toward my jaw.  When he got there, he began
to nip along my jaw line from my ear to the center of my chin, where, with
a final nip, he locked his luscious lips on mine, his tongue demanding
entrance.  I immediately and eagerly acceded to his demands, and we were
soon dueling tongues, his the aggressor, as he stroked my tongue with his
repeatedly before shoving his own repeatedly back and forth in an
unmistakable fucking motion inside my mouth.  His slender hips ground into
me, his hard young cock rubbing against my abdomen.  Breaking the kiss, he
began kissing my cheeks all over, first one then the other before pulling
his head back so he could look into my eyes, his own filled with such raw
lust that it gave me a shiver of pleasure.

     "I love you so very much, my Phil," he panted, his normal, husky teen
voice now deepened and raspy with desire. "I need you in me so bad.  I need
you to show me I belong to you and you only.  I want you to fuck me.  I
know you say we make love, but I need you to fuck me hard!  I know there is
always love, but I need you in me very hard.  Show me I belong to you.
Please, Phil, fuck me now!"

     I knew exactly what he was saying and wanted.  After all the terrible
things that were said at his parents house by that fucking bitch who called
herself an aunt, he needed to be reassured that he and I truly belonged to
each other completely and totally, but most importantly to him, the HE
belonged to me...that I wanted him, desired him, loved him.  Giving him a
deep kiss that let him know that I understood what he wanted, I carried him
into the bedroom where I set him down so we could get undressed.  We both
practically ripped our clothes off, his eyes never leaving mine and filled
with an intense, burning need.  He threw himself on the bed shoving a
pillow under his hips, and pulled his legs back by the knees, fully
exposing his already-pulsating and hungry young hole, his chest rising
rapidly with passionate breaths as I retrieved the lube and joined him.

     I told him to get on his hands and knees, since I knew that the
pounding he was demanding would hopefully be easier and less painful this
way.  I was fully intending to give him exactly what he wanted and no more.
He immediately changed position, and not a word was spoken for the next
hour as I lubed him thoroughly before easing my leaking, hard cock into
him.  He would have none of that slow stuff, though, as he forcefully
pushed himself fully onto me with a grunt followed by a moan and began to
slam his hips into me.  Taking my cue, I began pistoning in and out of him,
giving him the reaming he demanded and needed.  His 14-year old ass was
tight as hell, gripping my cock like a tight fist, and I had to slow down
several times to let the feelings of my imminent release subside, causing
sounds of protest from Ronni the first time I did that until I explained
the reason.  After that, he didn't say anything, knowing that we both
wanted this to last for as long as possible.  Long before the end, we were
both covered in sweat from our exertions, mine dripping from my chest, tip
of my nose and chin onto his heaving young back.  The end finally came when
I knew I couldn't hold back any longer, so I angled myself so that I could
brush his prostate with each thrust and, finding a pocket of reserves in my
flagging stamina, gave it everything I had, my hips a blur, as I slammed
into him.  With a roar, I let loose with the most powerful and painfully
pleasurable orgasm I'd ever had!  Jet after jet of my cum flooded his
bowels to the point that it was already seeping out of his tight anal ring
and around my rapidly thrusting cock before I was even half way through my
intense orgasm.  On and on it went until I thought I'd pass out before it
ended.  I was vaguely aware that Ronni's muscles were throbbing
rhythmically as he was in the throes of his own orgasm accompanied by a
primal scream.

     Finally, it was over for both of us, and as Ronni collapsed onto the
bed, I followed, my cock still hard and buried inside him.  Even though we
were skin-to-skin, head to toe, I rested on my elbows to take my weight off
him as we recovered our breaths.  We stayed like that for several minutes
until my cock softened, and I slowly and gently eased my way out of his
battered hole.  Rolling to my side, I turned Ronni so that he was in my
arms and rolled again onto my back with him on fully on top, his teen sperm
coating my belly.  We lie there like that for a while, his head on my
shoulder, and face toward my cheek.  He finally lifted his head and planted
a sweet kiss on my lips.

     "Thank you, my Phil," he said.  "I need that.  I am yours, my man; I
belong to you and only you always.  You are my Phil, and I am your Ronni.
No one can hurt us.  I love you more than ever."

     As I reached up to brush the tears that had begun to fall, I replied,
"I will always be your Phil, and you will always be my Ronni, and no one
can ever take that away from us, ever.  I never knew that I could love
anyone as much as I love you, and it just gets stronger and stronger every
day.  You are, without a doubt, the very best thing to ever happen to me,
and I thank God every day for you.  And I know why you needed me to do what
we just did.  You heard some terrible things from that evil woman, and you
got confused and very hurt.  You felt lost and that you didn't belong
anywhere, and you needed me to prove to you that you at least belong to me.
You may even have thought that your mother was against you because she had
never said anything to your father about what your aunt had tried to get
her to do."  He nodded, indicating that he had thought that.

     "Your mother is a good, kind and loving woman," I continued.  "She
loves you every bit as much as I do, except her love is a mother's love,
not the kind of love you and I have.  She thought she was doing the right
thing by not saying anything about how your aunt felt or what she tried to
convince your mother to do.  Your mother loved you completely, from the
time you were still inside her right up until now, and she will never stop
loving you.  Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"  He nodded slowly.

     "Oo, yes, I think I do," he said.  "But I not understand why she not
say something to Papa why Tita not like me."

     "She was trying to keep peace in the family the best she could.
Family is very important here, and she knew your aunt was your father's
only living relative.  And she did try to protect you from your aunt by
keeping you away from her as much as possible.  Didn't you say that the day
I met you that your parents were at your aunt's and you didn't have to go?"
He nodded.  "And I'll bet that wasn't the first time, either"

     "Many time they go, I stay home and go to friend's house or when I am
12, let me stay home alone with neighbor helping," he replied.

     "That right there shows that your mother was trying to protect you,
and I'll bet it took a lot of talking to get your father to agree."

     "Yeah, I hear them talk loud sometimes when it time to visit Tita.
But Mama always wins," he said with a wry grin.

     "There is no doubt at all that your mother loves you very much, and
your Papa too, after what I saw tonight.  By the way, what did he say to
her when he got so angry at your aunt?"

     "He tell her she an evil woman who think only of herself; that she
might love him because he her brother and not really love all family.  He
tell her she not love all family, she no longer his sister and get out of
his house.  He say she no more family and never come near his family ever
again."

     "That also proves that your father loves you very much, too.  Family
is very important here, and throwing his only sister out shows how much he
loves you.  He chose you!  By the way, how are you feeling after our sex?
Do you hurt a lot?"

     "It hurt more than first time, but feel I more good than hurt.  It is
ok."

     "We can still have other kinds of sex, but I think we ought to give
your poor battered butt a few days rest before we try anything like that
again," I said

     "Maybe you right," he mused, "but I really like you inside me.  I'll
miss you when you not in there."

     "Do you feel you need the cr?" I asked, remembering what happened
before.

     "It still feel like you inside.  It is a good feeling, but you put A
LOT of cum in me, and some is coming out, "he giggled.  And boy, was he
right!  Not only were we glued chest to chest with HIS cum but I could now
feel it where MY cum was running out of him, over his perineum and balls
and onto my legs.  "I think I go to cr and let some more out," he said with
a grin.  I saw him grimace as he rolled off me to to get up off the bed.

     "When you're done and get cleaned up, I'll put some more of that
ointment on you.  It seemed to help last time," said.

     "Ok," he agreed.  "It did make the hurt go away before."  He then
headed into the cr, walking like a cowboy who's been on a horse for days.
I couldn't help but chuckle, while at the same time, feeling badly that I
was the cause of it.  But it was something he needed more than anything at
the time, and now he was stoically suffering the results.  I also knew that
he had absolutely no regrets, and couldn't help but wonder if there would
be times in our lovemaking when he'd actually want it a little rough.  Time
will tell, I guess.

     I decided to stay put this time to give him as much time and privacy
as possible, but he was obviously unconcerned since he left the door to the
cr open.  Once again I was treated to a cacophony of sounds as his
well-fucked bowels let loose with the air that had been pounded into him
for almost an hour as well as the huge load I'd deposited deep inside.  He
was definitely feeling more comfortable around me and didn't seem to have
the deep embarrassment he had the first time.  I actually heard him giggle
at some of the sounds issuing forth.  Ronni's Symphony in B-Fart Minor
reached the finale (sorry!  I AM a music teacher after all!), and I heard
the toilet flush, soon followed by the water in the shower as he cleaned
himself up and out.  I gave him a few minutes before joining him to clean
myself off.  We both had the lassitude of the totally sated, and there was
no sex play while we got cleaned up.  After drying off, I had him bend over
so I could apply the salve.  I had prepared myself mentally, but the sight
of his inflamed and swollen hole almost made me gasp, but I steeled myself
and gently applied the ointment.  I did notice him flinch a few times, but
he didn't say a word as I finished up and washed my hands.  I saw him wince
again as he straightened up before turning to me and wrapping his arms
around me.

     "Phil, my love, I know you feel bad that I hurt some, but it is ok,"
he said while looking me in the eyes, his own filled with love.  "You give
me what I want, what I need.  Don't feel bad.  You prove you love me and
that I really belong to you."

     "Oh, my sweet Ronni," I said as I wrapped him tighter in my arms.  "I
never want to cause you any pain of any kind, but I know you needed that.
I still can't get over feeling guilty, but I'll get over it, I guess."
With a soft kiss on my lips, Ronni took my hand and led us back to the bed,
turning off the light as we left the cr.  I turned off the overhead light
in the bedroom as we passed the switch, leaving just the bedside lamp
casting a soft glow.  He carefully got into bed first, his tender ass
making him move cautiously.  Once he was settled, I got in beside him and
just stared at his beauty for a moment.  Noticing the still-dark mark on
the side of his neck, I got inspired.

     "Ronni," I said, "I hope that you now have no doubt that you belong to
me and I belong to you.  But there's something I'd like you to do for me
that will let everyone know I belong to you.  I want you to mark my neck
like I did to you."  His eyes went wide.

     "Really?" he exclaimed.  "I am not ashamed of the mark of your love on
me.  I am proud to let everyone know I belong to you.  You let me do that
to you?"

     "Yes, my love," I said softly.  "I want people to know I belong to
you, too.  I am proud and honored to have your love.  I want the world to
know."  With that, I immediately had my arms full, with soft kisses raining
down all over my face.  When he calmed down I turned my head, exposing my
neck, and said, "Do your best work, Dracula."  After his fit of giggles
over that remark, he latched his mouth and began sucking...HARD!  I now
know how he must have felt when I marked him, and I actually felt my cock
start to stir down below.  After a few minutes, he withdrew his mouth and
sat back to admire his handiwork.  Obviously satisfied with the results, he
had me turn my head so he could attack the other side.  When he finished,
he again critiqued his efforts and was apparently satisfied with results.
My cock had definitely plumped up through all this, but after almost an
hour of pile driving resulting in the orgasm of a lifetime, there simply
wasn't enough left to get completely hard, and I noticed Ronni had a
similar condition.

     "Now we both show we belong to each other," he said, with a satisfied
grin on his face.

     I simply had to see the results, so I trotted to the cr, turned on the
light and stood before the mirror.  GODDAM!!!  That kid did a better job
than I did on him!  There on either side of my neck, were two deep purple
marks, each one almost the perfectly oval shape of his mouth.  I know the
whole thing seems juvenile, but I couldn't help but feel such a great sense
of love, pride and honor to be loved as deeply by someone like Ronni and to
have these marks to prove it.  As my image stared back at me, I had an
enormous shit-eating grin on my face.  He had followed me to see my
reaction and was now standing in the doorway.

     "I do ok?" he asked, coyly.

     "You did better than ok, Love," I said, going to him and wrapping him
in an embrace.  "There's no doubt now about who belongs to who in this
relationship.  Everyone can now see that we belong to each other."  Turning
off the cr light, we went back to the bed, hand in hand.  It occurred to me
that he hadn't leaped into his love-leech position, but then I remembered
his butt must be too sore for that action.  Oh, well.  I guess there's got
to be a downside to something as good as we just had.  I'm hoping that
until he's feeling better we can still get into that position from sitting
down.  I sure hope so!  I love it when his arms and legs are wrapped around
me like that.  It's a feeling of completeness and wholeness that had been
missing from my life until I met him.  We got back into bed, shut off the
light and settled in, with my arms around him, one of his arms across my
chest and his head on my shoulder.  With a soft, gentle kiss, he was soon
asleep, the soft, gentle swells of his chest under my hand rising and
falling in a peaceful sleep.  While I listened to his gentle breathing, I
pondered all that had happened over the course of the day.  A potentially
ruinous day had actually turned out pretty darn good, but I knew that even
after that very heavy sex we had that he had so desperately needed, that
there may still be some residual issues Ronni and I would have to face
before he was able to once again revert totally to the loving and happy boy
that I first met.  With those thoughts running around my head, I eventually
drifted off to sleep.


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