Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 20:06:50 -0800 (PST)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love - chapter 47

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    BY
				    JM

Email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and other info:  see chapter one

This story is my personal intellectual property.  Any reproduction is
strictly prohibited without my express written permission.

This and all subsequent chapters are dedicated to my own
Filipino Love!


			    CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN


     Once inside, I decided to scope out the food situation, since I knew
our talk could possibly take us up to lunchtime.  There were, surprisingly,
five burgers and some potato salad left over from yesterday, and even a few
cupcakes and some ice cream.  That should be enough to satisfy their teen
metabolisms.  I had just finished my inventory, when they showed up.  After
getting everyone a drink, we went into the salla and all of us sat down on
the sofa.  Dhomz and Jareth were uncharacteristically fidgety, and I knew
that they both had a raging case of nerves, so it was up to me to put them
at ease.

     "Guys," I started, "please relax.  I'm willing to bet that the reason
you're so nervous is because part of what you wanted to talk to me is about
sex.  Right?"  Neither one of them seemed able to speak right then, but
they both nodded, blushing furiously.  "That's ok," I told them.  "Sex is
an uncomfortable topic for just about anyone, but I want you to know that
either of you can ask me anything at all about it, and I'll give you the
best answer I can.  I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Mario and
Paulo: this house is a safe place where we can talk about anything and you
can relax and enjoy being with each other without anyone giving you a hard
time.  And as I told the other two, you are free to express your love to
each other, but keep anything sexual just between yourselves in private.
In other words, unless you're alone, keep everything above the waist.  Do
you understand?"  Both boys looked at each other then nodded.  Jareth found
his voice first.

     "We are very happy to talk with you, Phil," he said, "but we are also
a little scared.  We see what you and Ronni have, and even Mario and Paulo.
We love each other too and want the same, but this new for us.  I think we
need your help so we can have a good love."  With this, he took Dhomz' hand
in his.  Dhomz looked with love at his boy friend/now boyfriend and leaned
in and kissed his cheek.

     "Oo.  Yes," he said in agreement.  "I have so much love for him!  I do
not want to do anything that will hurt us.  You and Ronni are the first we
see who share great love together that are not girlie boys.  When others
see you, they do not know that you are gay unless you show them or tell
them.  We are the same.  But we also know there are others who do not like
gays and say bad things to them, and sometimes even hurt them.  We want to
know how we can have our love and not have others hurt us."

     "That's my biggest concern for Ronni and myself, as well as for your
brothers, and, now, for you two as well," I said with a sad smile.  "It's
something all gays have to face, unfortunately.  With time, that may
change, but for now, it's our reality.  The best advice I can give you now
is to be very careful about showing your love in public.  This can be very
hard sometimes – actually, most of the time.  Ronni and I love each
other so much, that we sometimes slip up when we're around others.  So far,
we've been very lucky that the people who saw us were either family or
friends, but I know there will be a time when those who see us won't be as
forgiving.  So, please!  Just be careful around others.  And I need to
remember to take my own advice," I said with a chuckle, which they echoed.
"The other thing you need to do is be careful of who you tell about your
relationship.  If you guys are anything like Ronni and me, you feel so good
about your relationship that you want to shout it out to the world.  This
is not the smartest thing to, so my advice is to follow the rule of the US
military: `Don't Ask; Don't Tell'.  If they don't ask you if you're gay,
don't tell them.  Your personal private life is just that: personal and
private!"

      "I know what you say.  When Jareth tells me he loves me too, I get so
happy and want to tell everyone!" said Dhomz, snuggling up closer to
Jareth, stroking his arm, who took a quick, deep breath and shuddered at
the touch.  He put his arm around his boyfriend and pulled him close, and
Dhomz put his arm around Jareth's chest, and rested his head just below his
chin.  They held their loving clutch for a minute, until Dhomz raised his
head and kissed Jareth on the cheek before returning his head to his love's
chest, tightening his arm around him.

     "I hope you both have the same love I see now for a very long time," I
said softly.

     "Oo," Jareth replied, with tears in his eyes.  "I do not ever want to
be away from him.  I want him – I need him, always."  With that, he
kissed the top of Dhomz' head, and I heard a faint sob from Dhomz.  I let
them have their moment of love, silently watching with a sense of awe.
Love – especially new love – is a beautiful and wondrous thing to
behold.  Finally, Dhomz raised his head, and, removing his arm from around
Jareth's chest, reached up and gently caressed his cheek, before leaning in
and placing a soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips.  He leaned back and they
both looked deep into each other's eyes as his hand continued it's gentle
touch.

     "I love you so much, Jareth," he said with a slight sob.  "Thank you
for loving me too."  Jareth leaned in and returned the kiss and clutched
Dhomz tighter to him.

     "I love you so much, too, my Dhomz," he said, when he broke the kiss.
"Thank you for loving me."  Both boys smiled sweetly, and then, in tandem,
turned their heads toward me.  "And thank you, Phil, for being our friend
and talking to us."

     "You're very welcome, guys," I replied.  "And thank you for trusting
me enough to come to me.  Is there anything else I can help you with?" I
asked, knowing damn well there was!  This was confirmed, when both boys
blushed and looked at each other, trying to gain mutual moral support.
Jareth was the spokesperson.

     "Umm...err...umm," he stammered, blushing even deeper.  "I am so
embarrassed."

     "Please don't be embarrassed around me," I said.  "You can always ask
me anything, and I'll always answer as honestly as I can.  Remember what I
said about this being a safe place.  I will never tell anyone what you do
or say here without your permission.  And that includes Ronni."

     "No!  No!" said Jareth quickly.  "I...we do not mind if you tell
Ronni. (Dhomz nodded his agreement.)  It is just that I...we want to ask
you about...sex."  That word was almost a whisper.

     "I kind of thought that subject was going to come," I said with a
chuckle.  "That's perfectly all right to ask.  As I said, I'll answer as
honestly as I can."

     "Thanks," he said, with a shy smile.  "So, umm, what do two guys do
when they have, umm sex?  We know, uh, about...you know, when you
umm...jerk off, but what else?"  Both boys were a bright fire engine red at
this point but looked at me hopefully.  So I launched into the same spiel
I'd recently given their younger brothers.  I had to stop several times to
answer questions, which clearly embarrassed them, but they clearly wanted
to get the correct information for what would help define their
relationship physically.  The question that surprised me the most was when
I was talking about oral sex and ejaculating into your partner's mouth,
which got a very negative reaction.  Both of them thought that cum was body
waste, like urine or feces.  When I told them what cum really is and it's
various components, they visibly relaxed, and a look passed between them
telling me they both might each be getting their first taste very soon.
And when I got to the part of anal sex, both boys screwed up their faces
and went "Eww!"

     "That's dirty!"  said Dhomz with a tone of disgust, and Jareth nodded
his head, agreeing with his boyfriend.  "And it has really gotta hurt!"  I
explained to them that it's a part of human nature to fuck (Yes!  I used
that word, which caused embarrassed giggles from them.) as that is what's
needed to maintain the species.  Since males don't have vaginas, there's
only one other place they can put their cock to fuck if they're in a
relationship with another guy.  I told them that it shouldn't be dirty as
long as they always kept themselves clean, inside and out, especially when
there was a chance that anal sex was going to happen.  I admitted that the
first few times a cock went inside them that there would most likely be
some pain or discomfort, but as long as they took their time and were
gentle, the pain would soon lessen or even go away completely to be
replaced by a pleasure you only get when you have a cock inside you.  I
told them the pain would lessen each time they had sex that way, and that
even the first time, if they were gentle and attentive to their partner,
that the pleasure would far outweigh the pain. I told them that they could
minimize the pain by gently stretching the anus every time, first by
helping the muscle to relax by, maybe, rimming – BIG `EWW' there when I
explained what it was!! – until I reminded them about cleanliness.  I
had them lick their arm, and they chose to lick each other's with a lot of
giggling.  I asked them what they had tasted.  They both agreed that there
was little or no taste, maybe just a bit salty from their sweat.  I told
them that rimming should have about the same taste, as long as they were
clean down there (more `Ewws').  I let them know of the sensitive nerves in
and around the anus, and that rimming can be an extremely pleasurable
experience, and that they should at least consider trying it once.  If
either didn't like doing it, then they didn't have to do it again, but that
it could become a highly arousing part of their sexual activity together.
I told them that there were some guys who got so turned on by having it
done to them that they would actually cum without even touching their
cocks.  This got their attention, and they looked at each other in silent
communication again, and I gave them their moment before returning their
attention to me.  I told them about the importance of lube and how much to
use (remember earlier?) and about slowly inserting one finger to gently
stretch the muscle, the one being stretched always letting the other know
if there was any pain so they could pause until it passed before moving
ahead – that the `receiver' could ease things by pushing out, like when
using the cr -, then when it felt relaxed and the finger went in easily,
adding a second finger, and so on.  I also told them about the prostate:
its importance in producing their ejaculate, the `joys' of massaging it,
and approximately where it was located in every male.

     This was the point where I talked about condoms and their role in safe
sex and also told them about the best position to use for the first time,
which is with the `receiver' lying on his left side, right leg pulled up to
his chest, and the `giver' behind.  I then asked them if either of them had
ever had any kind of sex with anyone else, and they both shook their heads
vigorously and negatively.  This was my opportunity to preach about
monogamy, something Ronni and I firmly believed in, and my favorite topic
when talking about gay relationships.  And preach I did!  It was only after
that detour that I concluded the lecture on anal sex by telling the various
positions.  Remembering what happens to Ronni after a round of anal, I told
them to expect the `receiver' to have a lot of air pumped into him, and, if
they were riding bareback, that the cum would act as an enema.  I had spent
more time and gone into more detail with them since they were two years
older than their brothers and would most likely be moving ahead faster.  I
just hoped that I didn't overload their minds.  When I asked if there were
any questions, they were both a bit glassy-eyed, and I could see serious
tents in their shorts, and since Jareth was more in my line of sight, I
also noticed a large wet spot.  They may have gone `eww' more than a few
times during this part of my talk, but it definitely turned them both on
enormously, since they were both also breathing a lot faster than normal.
Dhomz was the one who managed to find his voice first.

     "That was a lot of stuff," he said, a little breathlessly.  "But I
think we understand."  This time it was Jareth who just nodded.

     "I know that was a lot of information," I said.  "And if there's
anything you don't understand or that I may have forgotten to tell you,
please come to me right away.  The most important thing to always remember
when things get sexual between you two is that you must always listen to
each other and respect each other's wishes.  If you want something and the
other doesn't, then talk about it and maybe you can work something out that
will be good for both of you.  No matter what, though, `No' means no!
Don't ever force the other into something he doesn't want.  And always
communicate with each other.  Take care of any problem as quickly as you
can.  And never go to bed angry.  It's very possible you two will have a
long and happy life together.  Always love and respect each other, always
talk to each other and never do anything that would harm your relationship,
no matter how small it may seem at the time. No secrets. Ok?"  They both
smiled and nodded, then hugged each other.  I felt really good about how
things went.  These boys were actually very intelligent young men, and as
long as they followed the basic tenets of a loving committed relationship,
I could easily see them together for a very long time.  We talked for a bit
longer about love and relationships, and then Jareth asked the question I
kind of figured was in the back of both their minds.

     "Phil, do you and Ronni do all that stuff you told us about?"

     "Remember what I said earlier about private and personal?" I asked.
He nodded `yes' and blushed.  "I'm not upset that you asked me this,
Jareth, and I'll bet Dhomz had the same question."  He blushed and nodded
in confirmation.  "What Ronni and I do in the privacy of our home is only
our business, no one else's, just like whatever you and Dhomz do in private
is between only the two of you.  If you just have to tell someone, make
sure you both agree it's ok and tell the other person together.  The only
reason I can even think of is if what you both experienced was so wonderful
and loving that you just had to tell someone about it.  And always remember
to choose who you tell carefully."  Just then, my cell rang, and as I
reached in my pocket for it, noticed that it was almost 12:00.  It was
Marcus' number on the ID, but it was Ronni calling.

     "God, I miss you, Phil!" were the first words out of his mouth.

     "I miss you, too, Baby!" I said.  "How are things going?"  Dhomz and
Jareth were so into each other right now that I don't even think they knew
I was on the phone.

     "We're at McDonald's right now having lunch," he replied.  "We have to
go back at 1:00 and talk some more, but Papa says we're almost done.  Are
you ok there?"  he asked, with genuine concern.

     "Other than missing you so much, I'm doing ok," I said with a loving
smile, even though he couldn't see it.  "I've actually been pretty busy.
Josie stopped by with the list of contractors, and now Dhomz and Jareth are
here."  He chuckled.

     "You gave the "The Talk", didn't you?" he laughed.

     "You're a pretty smart guy," I laughed in return.  "They called and
wanted to talk.  Evidently, Mario and Paulo told them about talking to us
about relationships, and they felt they needed to talk too.  It went really
well.  Wish you were here, though."

     "I wish I was there, too," he said, in a whisper, not wanting others
to hear.  "I'll bet they got pretty hot before the end."

     "You little horndog," I laughed.  "I'll bet you're hard as a rock
right now."

     "You know me well, Husband," he said, laughing.  "Actually, the moment
I heard the sound of your voice I was hard!"

     "Well, try to keep it under control for a little while longer," I
said.  "We'll take care of it as soon as we're alone."  He groaned.

     "Dammit, Phil," he hissed.  "It was just going down, and now it's hard
again and beginning to leak!"

     "I'm sorry, Love," I said, sincerely.  "Do what I do when it happens
to me."

     "What's that?"  he asked.

     "Just say to yourself, over and over, "Fat wrinkled old grannies in
spandex," I amended it slightly, since he may have not have heard of
Wal-Mart but hoping he would know what `spandex' is.  He did.

     "Ewww!" he exclaimed loudly, with a chuckle.  "Yep.  That did it!
Thanks!"

     "Any time, sweet boy," I replied.  "Remember it for future
`emergencies'.

     "Our food is ready, and Papa says I have to eat now," he said,
dejectedly.  "I'll see you soon.  I love you so much, my Phil!"

     "I love you, too, my sweet Ronni," I replied.  "And always remember to
listen to and do exactly as Carl tells you to do.  Remember why he's with
us now.  Always be safe, my Ronni.  I love you so much!"

     "I will," he said, with a small sob.  "I love you so very much, my
husband.  Gotta go now.  Bye."

     "Bye, Love," I said, with wet eyes, and we both hung up.  With a heavy
sigh, I looked over to see how Jareth and Dhomz were doing.  They were
hugging each other, Dhomz sitting on Jareth's thighs, chest to chest, his
head on his love's shoulder while Jareth gently stroked his back.  It was a
beautiful sight and made me miss my Ronni all the more.  Before I totally
lost it, I decided I'd better see if they wanted some lunch.

     Mentally shaking myself out of my funk, I asked them if they'd like
something to eat, to which they both replied in the affirmative.  I got up
and headed to the kitchen, with both of them right behind me, asking if
there was something they could do.  I told them they could get out the
plates, silverware and glasses while I nuked the burgers.  When they asked
what `nuked' meant, I explained about the microwave.  I'm sure they still
didn't fully understand, but maybe the finished product would give them a
better idea.  While I got out the leftover potato salad and burgers, they
went about getting three places set on the counter.  They both stopped what
they were doing to watch as I put the burgers on a plate and put them into
the microwave, shutting the door and setting the timer.  Dhomz asked me why
I transferred the burgers to a ceramic plate instead of just putting them
in on the small metal tray they were already on.  I explained about the
importance of never putting anything that had any metal in there, since it
could ruin the machine and possibly start a fire.  They seemed duly
impressed, and just then, the timer went off, and I pulled the now-hot meat
out and placed it on the counter.  They were amazed that it took so little
time, and I told them that's what microwaves are good for: to heat or cook
foods quickly.  We all sat down to eat, and there was just enough for the
three of us to get pleasantly full.  When I offered dessert, they both
eagerly accepted, and I put out some of the cupcakes and ice cream left
from our barbeque yesterday.  They each only took one serving of each,
clearly wanting to leave the rest for Ronni, which I thought was very nice
of them.  They clearly thought a lot of my Filipino Love, and this was just
one small way they showed it.  Once everyone was finished, we teamed up to
do the dishes, at their insistence, and, with Dhomz washing, Jareth drying
and me putting things away, we made very short work of the task.  When
everything was spic and span, I asked what they'd like to do.  I told them
they were welcome to stay as long as they wanted, and that they could watch
TV, play badminton or croquet, or just hang out.  The boys looked at each
other and started to blush.  I braced myself for what I thought was coming.
I was totally caught off guard.

     "Umm, could we maybe play some games on Ronni's computer?" asked
Jareth.  I let out a silent sigh, glad to not have to get into a lecture
about having sex here, which I had been sure was going to be their request
after having observed how horned up they both were earlier.

     "Of course you may," I said, trying desperately – and successfully
- to keep the heavy relief out of my voice.  I went into the bedroom and
brought out the laptop, setting it on the counter and plugging it into the
outlet just below.  It had been used quite a bit the other day when we
first brought it home, and I wasn't sure how the battery was holding up.
The boys immediately sat down and had it booted up in no time.  They both
obviously had some decent computer skills as they expertly navigated
through the menu until they came to the games.  They selected one, which
they both seemed excited about and were soon totally engrossed in the game.
Laughing quietly at their enthusiastic antics, I decided I'd call the
hospital to see if I could get an update on Ronald's condition, and to see
how Sanie was holding up.  Dr. Marcos had given me his card with his
private number on it, and I got it out of my wallet and dialed.  It rang so
many times that I was afraid it was going to go to voicemail, and just as I
was about to give up, he answered.

     "This is Marcos," he said by way of greeting.

     "Doctor, this is Phil James," I said.

     "Ah, Mr. James!  I'm glad you called," he said.  "I was going to call
you later before I left for home."

     "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything," I said, apologetically.

     "No, no!" he said, quickly.  "Not at all.  Actually, your timing
couldn't have been better.  Things are pretty quiet at the moment.  I
assume you're calling about Mr. Nunez."

     "Yes," I replied.  "I was just wondering how he's doing, and if there
have been any changes, good or bad."

     "Let me give you the complete picture without interruption, if you
would," he said, "then, if you have questions or concerns, we'll address
them at the end.  I believe that if we can do it this way, some of your
questions may be answered before you need to ask."

     "That will be fine, Doctor," I said.

     "Good!  Good!" he said.  "I will be perfectly blunt with you.
Mr. Nunez is a very sick man.  His body is riddled with a potent mix of
STD's and he's having some of the most violent withdrawal seizures I've
ever witnessed.  These seizures, while not uncommon are rare.  This all but
confirms that Mr.  Nunez was a very heavy user and, most likely, quite
recently.  Either condition at this moment could kill him without
treatment.  I firmly believe that you got him here not one moment too soon.
Although his odds at the moment are below average, I feel that with the
right drugs and doses, he will be able to make a full recovery, but this
will be over a very long period of time.  And Mr. Nunez has evidenced a
strong will to live which I think may have been lacking until only
recently, and which, I believe, is the main reason he's in as bad shape as
he is right now.  I honestly believe he had given up and was just waiting
to die.  His change of attitude will definitely help.  We started him on
massive doses of antibiotics to combat the worst of the STD's shortly after
you left and administered a small dose of methadone in the evening, hoping
it would at least ease any seizures during the night.  While the amount of
methadone we administered was well below what is needed for someone as
dependent as he is, he managed to get through the night with only minor
withdrawal symptoms and was able to have a somewhat restless night, with
periods when he'd actually sleep.

     "I must tell you, Mr. James.  His mother is a remarkable woman!  She
never left his side and only managed to sleep when he did, which was not
much, but she refuses to let anyone else take over so she can get some
rest.  Maybe you or others in the family can try to convince her that it
will not help anyone if she becomes too exhausted.  Also, the preliminary
blood work we did on him shows no further STD's other than the ones I
mentioned yesterday, and, he has tested positive Hepatitis C.  This is not
all that surprising given the amount of needles he has put into his body.
We will closely monitor that, but at the moment, his body doesn't seem to
be affected by it.  Most puzzling.  Also, at this time, there's no evidence
of HIV or AIDS, although it's really too soon to get an accurate reading on
that.  But for now, we're very hopeful that all future tests will come out
negative.  How anyone who has used as many needles as he has and not
contracted the disease is nothing short of a miracle.  The shipment of a
fresh supply of methadone has arrived, and I took the liberty of adding a
bit more in case Mr. Nunez' treatment takes longer than the standard time,
which I fear it will.  That's all I have for you for now.  I wish I could
have had more positive news for you.  Oh, yes!  Mr. Nunez has the private
room you requested, and from his mother's reactions, I think its as you
wanted it.  She complained that it was finer than the best hotel room, and
tried to get us to move him to something a bit less...posh?  Anyway, it was
only when I told her that you had insisted that he have this accommodation
that she relented.  She actually smiled, and said something like, "Our
Phil."

     I couldn't stop the tears. I love that woman!  I just hope she doesn't
burn herself out caring for Ronald.  Hopefully one of us can convince her
to let us take a turn once in a while so she can get some rest.  I thanked
Dr. Marcos and told him that letting him complete his assessment of
Ronald's condition without interruption had indeed answered any questions I
might otherwise have had.  I then asked him if he would do a favor for me.
I asked him that, if he felt comfortable doing it, would he please give
Sanie a hug for me and tell her we're all praying for her and Ronald, and
that we love her.  He said he had no problems with that at all, and would
be happy to pass along the family's good wishes and love.  After reassuring
me he'd call if there was any change at all in Ronald's condition, we said
our goodbyes and hung up.  I had no sooner gotten my phone back in my
pocket when the door flew open and Ronni came bursting through at a full
run, shouting, "I got it! I got it!", startling Jareth and Dhomz, who fell
off his stool, landing on the floor, as Ronni flung himself into my arms,
knocking us back onto the sofa.

     "I got it!" he shouted again.  "I am now Ronni Martinez-James!  I now
totally belong to you!"  With that, he showered me with kisses, the tears
streaming down his face – and mine, too.


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