Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2012 22:48:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love - Chapter 4

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    By
				    JM

		       Email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one


			       CHAPTER FOUR

     Within the short time it took him to walk to where I was, I was able
to take in all his attributes.  He was wearing board shorts that came to
just above his knees.  His feet and legs that were showing were perfectly
proportioned, lightly muscled like a dancer.  He had slender hips that had
just a slight flair holding up his shorts, with a very lickable and
kissable outie bellybutton just above the waistband.  He had a flat stomach
and just the hint of muscle development on his pecs, each one with a
dime-sized, slightly puffy nipple (that I'd also like to spend some time
introducing to my lips and tongue) that's common on some boys during
puberty.  His shoulders were topped by a graceful and slender neck and a
modestly oval-shaped head.  His lips were neither thick nor thin...just
right and so damn kissable.  He was smiling, showing perfect sparkling
white teeth, and his nose had just a bit of a flare at the end that is so
common to his race.  His eyes had that beautiful oriental slant, and
appeared to be brown, and although he was still not close enough to see for
sure, I soon discovered I was correct.  His eyebrows arched gracefully over
each eye and were the same dark brown as his short-cropped hair.  The
over-all effect of his face was a cross between beautiful and handsome.
The only flaw about this boy-god was the fact that his arms were rail thin,
ending in delicate-looking hands.  It looked as if I would be able to
encircle his bicep with my thumb and middle finger without pinching any
flesh.  Oddly, I found his thin arms to be kind of a turn-on and did
absolutely nothing to detract from his beauty.  To my lustful eyes, he
looked like a walking wet dream!!

  He stopped about 3 feet away from me and still smiling said, "Hello. You
American?"  His voice had the just-breaking quality of all young guys in
the throws of puberty, and along with all his other attributes, just added
to his sex appeal.

     "Yes, I am," I replied.  "Do you speak English?"  He nodded, his smile
spreading even wider, further enhancing his looks.  "I'm here on a working
vacation, and this is my first time to visit the Philippines."

     "My friends don't understand English too good, so that's why I ask.
My name Ronni.  What is your name?"  (It was only later that I found out
how he spelled his name.  There was no "e" on the end.)  While his English
certainly wasn't perfect, it was obvious that we would be able to
understand each other just fine.

     "My name is Phil.  Who are your friends," I said, pointing to the
huddled giggling crew behind him?  He laughed...God!  What a beautiful
sound!  He stepped back toward the group, pulling one of the boys slightly
forward.

     "This one name Dhomz."  I asked him to repeat, since I wasn't sure I
heard the name correctly.  He did, and I raised an eyebrow questioningly.
He then explained that Dhomz was actually his nickname.  His given name was
Domini, which I found interesting.  The name held heavy religious overtone,
and from the little I'd seen of him interacting with the others, he had a
devilish sense of humor, but in a good way, so Dhomz was a good compromise.
Pointing to the boy directly behind him, he said, "This his brother, name
Paulo."  Just then, the others stepped shyly forward.  He pointed to the
taller one and said, "He name Jareth."  I had to get him to repeat the name
since I again hadn't quite understood what he said.  When I nodded my head
that I understood, he then pointed to the remaining boy and said, "This one
name Mario."  All the boys were blushing and grinning, and I thought they
were so damn cute, but nowhere near as stunning as Ronni.  He continued, "I
only one who have good English.  They no have good teacher like me.  They
speak some, but are too shy."  He then turned to the group, and I heard him
telling them in Tagalog, the national language, what my name was and that I
was on vacation.

     I smiled at them then invited them to sit near me.  Ronni moved the
quickest and sat right next to me.  This did absolutely nothing to ease my
throbbing hard-on, that was now adding insult to injury(?) be leaking like
a faucet.  Thank God my shorts were a dark color, so hopefully no one would
notice.  The others kind of spread themselves out around and to the side of
Ronni, obviously deferring to him as translator.  I asked Ronni to ask the
others if they would like a coke.  I had a goodly supply in the house with
enough chilling in the refrigerator for everyone.  He asked the others, all
nodding and grinning widely.  I asked Ronni is he wanted to come with me to
help carry the drinks.  I thought I had seen his widest smile, but boy, was
I wrong.  As I got up, he jumped up by my side, and we headed to short
distance back up the beach to the cottage, the grin never leaving his face.
As I was getting the drinks from the fridge, Ronni was looking around at
everything.  I heard a soft "Wow!" as he took in the furnishings.  Carrying
3 cans each, we headed back to the beach.  I noticed Ronni kept looking at
me when he thought I wouldn't notice.  I gave his shoulder a gentle nudge
and said, "You know, I'm glad we met.  It's nice to meet new friends."
There's that face-splitting grin again.

     "I see different people in that house many time, somtime with kids,
but no one talk to me or friends or want to play with us in the water.  You
the first. I think you look good, too."  This last was said a little
quieter and was accompanied by a deep blush on his adorable face.  We were
rapidly approaching the rest of the crew, so I slowed down a bit, and
leaned toward him so only he could hear.

     "You look good, too.  Very good!"  I was hoping I had read his comment
correctly, and was not disappointed.  The grin was back with another deep
blush.  Nothing more was said as we had reached the rest of them.  Ronni
and I handed out the cokes and sat down again, me on my towel.  Ronni sat
even closer to me than the last time, so close that I could swear I felt
his body heat.  No complaints from me, that's for damn sure!  And obviously
none from Ronni either.  He still had a smile on his face, but the blush
was gone.  My cock was still rock hard.  Thank God for a sturdy inner
lining that kept it pointed up so it was less noticeable with the natural
folds of the suit helping to hide my "condition".  I decided that we needed
to get the conversation onto safe topics, so I asked Ronni if any of them
play any sports.

     He pointed to the tallest one in the group, and said, "He like to play
basketball.  We have team in school and play team from other schools.
These two like play soccer," he said pointing them out. "Me and him only
like swim."  I decided to show off a bit.

     "So, Jareth plays basketball.  That makes sense, since he's tall.  And
Paulo and Mario play soccer, and you and Dhomz swim."  I saw several sets
of eyebrows shoot at, including Ronni's.  Evidently, at least some of the
others understood English ok, but just didn't feel comfortable enough
speaking it.

     "How you know our names now?" he asked.

     " I guess I haven't told you what I do in the U.S.," I said.  "I'm a
school teacher, and learning kids names is part of my job.  Besides, there
are only five of you," finished and smiled at them.

     "You teach? What you teach?"  Surprisingly enough, this last came from
Jareth.

     I smiled at him and said, "You've been holding out on me.  You're
English is good."

     Jareth smiled shyly, and said, "Not good, like Ronni. But I learn."

     "Don't be shy or ashamed to try your English around me.  Maybe I can
help you speak and understand better.  I also hope all of you will help me
with my Tagalog."

     "Ok," was all he said, but he was still smiling.

     "You said you teach. What you teach?"  This from Ronni.

     "I teach music," I replied.  "I teach singing and instruments to kids
about your age until they graduate, if they want.  Most of my students do."
I was trying carefully to express myself in terms they would understand,
avoiding any big or technically difficult words or concepts.

     "Cool!" I heard from one of the other boys.  Since I didn't see who
spoke, I wasn't sure which one it was.  Just then, we could hear a female
voice calling for Mario.  I'm not sure, but I think I heard a muttered
"Shit!" from him.  Evidently, some English was easier to learn!

     The boys started talking back and forth in Tagalog and pointing back
and forth, and occasionally looking in my direction.

     Ronni turned back to me finally and said, "They go home now to eat,
then must go to church since it Sunday.  Maybe come back tomorrow."

     I realized that it was indeed Sunday, and that 95% of Filipinos are
Catholic.  I remember in my research that family and religion are very big
here.  Then, I remembered what Ronni just said about tomorrow.

     "Don't you boys have school tomorrow?"

     "No," he said.  "This our summer vacation.  No school until June."

     "Ok, I understand now," I said, "but I don't know if I'll be around
until late in the day tomorrow.  After all, this is a working vacation for
me.  I came here to look for a property for my business."  At this, Ronni's
eyes got very big, and his now signature grin was one again plastered
across his face.  He turned to the others and repeated what I had said so
they could understand.  Just then, they female voice once again called for
Mario, sounding a bit more impatient.  At that, all the boys except Ronni
stood up, dusted the sand from the seat of their suits, turned to me, and
with a slight formal bow which was a custom, I had read, when younger
persons meet or leave the presence of an adult, all said "salamat" -
Tagalog for "thank you" - for the drinks.  With that, the four headed off
up the beach, leaving Ronni and me sitting side by side.

     I looked at him, and said, "Don't you have to go too?"  He shook his
head, and kind of looked with a slight blush on his cheeks.

     "I sometimes go, but my father, mother, brother and sister not home
now.  They visit Tita Sara.  Sorry. AUNT Sara.  I don't like to visit too
much.  She old, and not like me very much."

     I couldn't help noticing that there was no more smile, and his eyes
had lost their sparkle.  Evidently, there was more to this Tita Sara than
he was willing to say.  But I missed the smile and sparkle, so to totally
change the topic, I said, "I'm getting quite warm here sitting on the
beach, and the water looks cool.  Do you want to go swim?"  That did the
trick!  It was if someone had flipped a switch.  The smile and sparkle were
back in full force.  We both got up and ended up running into the surf.
God, the water felt great!  I dived under and swam around Ronni's legs in a
circle.  He wasn't too sure if I had any devious plans to dunk him and
would jump a bit if I got too close.  As I was running out of air, I
surfaced and started splashing him.  He was laughing so hard he had trouble
keeping his balance, all the while trying to return the splashes.  All of a
sudden, I got an evil grin on face that caused him to pause his splashing.
His laughter turned into a chuckle as he eyed me warily, wondering what I
was going to do. Without warning, I lunged forward and caught his waist on
my shoulder.  Standing up, he ended up draped over my shoulder in a
fireman's carry. He started laughing again, as I lightly swatted his
up-turned bottom.  God, how I wanted to leave my hand there and caress the
firm muscle.  Somehow, I resisted the temptation and asked him if he was
ready to get dunked.  Getting a giggle for an answer, I told him he better
get a good breath for when he went under.  Shifting him so that I could get
both hands on his waist (Oh God help!), I heaved as hard as I could,
sending him sailing about 6 feet before he hit the water butt-first.
Unfortunately, he started laughing again just before he went under and came
up sputtering, though still with a huge grin on his face.  He splashed his
way back to me, then threw his so-thin arms around my neck and jumped up,
wrapping his legs around my waist.  My cock had managed to go down
somewhat, but the second his body connected with my, it was full-on hard
again...harder than it's ever been.  I swear I gained an extra inch, it was
so painfully hard.

     "There!" he said.  "Now you not throw me."  All with the biggest smile
yet.  I swear I could see every tooth in his head!

     "Actually," I said, "I like this a whole lot better."  I had my hands
holding his small muscular butt and moved one of them and started to gently
caress his back.  As I did that his smile faltered, and his eyes got a sort
of haunted look.  Suddenly, he wrapped his arms and legs around me tighter
than ever and buried his head in the crook of my neck.  And then I felt his
body sort of tremble and starting to shake as he tightened his hold on me
even more.  I continued to gently stroke his back from his neck to the
waist of his shorts and softly rubbed my cheek against the side of his
head.

     "What's wrong, Ronni?" I asked.  "Did I do something to upset you?"
He just shook his head negatively while keeping it buried on my shoulder.
"I know we only just met a few hours ago, but I really care about you.  It
hurts me to see you upset.  Can you tell me what's wrong?  If it's anything
I can help make better, I will."  I placed a gentle kiss on the side of his
head as I said this.  Slowly, he raised his head until we were face to face
again.  Tears were streaming from his beautiful eyes, and I let out a
stifled sob as I reacted to the sight before me.

     "Please, please don't cry, Ronni.  Please, tell me what's upset you
like this," as my own eyes started to leak.  I brought up my right hand and
gently tried to brush the tears from his cheeks, but it seemed to bring on
more, as they streamed down his face.

     If there is a defining moment in a relationship, it happened when I
leaned in and started kissing his tears from his stained cheeks, with a
final kiss on each source of those tears...his eyes.  He put his head
quickly back on my shoulder, softly saying, "Oo, Oo" over and over.  It
took me a minute to realize what he was saying.  At first I thought he was
saying "unh, unh", a negative response to my ministrations.  Suddenly, the
little bit of Tagalog I had learned, came to me.  In Tagalog, when there
are two vowels side by side, each one is pronounced separately.  What Ronni
was saying sounded like "oh oh", which, in Tagalog, means "yes".  He was
saying "yes" over and over. He wasn't upset by anything; he was very happy
being held by me and caressing his back, so much so that he was overwhelmed
to tears!

     I suddenly realized that my cock had gone soft.  This present
situation wasn't about sex, it was about caring.  I don't know for sure how
long we stood there in the water, my arms wrapped around Ronni and his arms
and legs wrapped around me.  It could have been only a few minutes or even
a few hours.  All I knew, right then, that I felt incredible love and
totally at peace.  There was a huge hole in my heart that I really had
never been aware of before that now seemed to be filling rapidly the longer
we stayed there, holding on to each other.  Now, what the hell am I going
to do about this situation?  It's obvious that Ronni has developed very
strong feelings for me in the short time we've known each, just as I have
for him.  I guess will just have to see how this develops and deal with it
as we go along.


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