Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2013 04:15:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love - Chapter 52
FILIPINO LOVE
BY
JM
email: mmanlookin@yahoo.com
Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one This story is my personal
intellectual property, and as such, may not be copied or reproduced in any
form - other than for reading at this website - without my express written
permission.
This and all subsequent chapters are dedicated to my own Filipino Love.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Even though our shower was extremely sensual, whipping up our already
smoldering libidos into a white-hot passion, we managed to get each other
squeaky clean, inside and out, without getting each other off, in very
short order. We gave our bodies a desultory swipe with the towels, and
Ronni launched himself into my arms, his muscular young thighs wrapped
around my waist, his ankles locked just under my butt, and his super-hard
and leaking teen cock pressed firmly against my own cock, which felt harder
and bigger than ever before, my pre-cum flowing like a faucet. Our lips
locked together bruisingly, our tongues mauling each other as I made my way
to our bed as quickly but carefully as possible, not wanting to lose any
contact from lips to groin. Ronni was grinding his hips, sliding his
naturally- lubed hardon against mine, a squelching sound audible from the
copious amounts of pre-cum we were both producing. We were both moaning
deeply and loudly by the time I reached the bed and moved us into a
comfortable and safe position (so we wouldn't fall off the bed if/when
things got a bit wild!), with his head on the pillow, as I positioned
myself between his legs, which were still locked around me, and adjusted my
elbows and knees to keep only enough weight on him to maintain our
skin-to-skin contact without causing him discomfort.
I kissed him all over his face and moved to his left ear lobe, which I
gently sucked and bit, causing my lover to moan as he tightened his grip on
me briefly, arching and holding his hips until I released his ear and moved
down to lick and kiss the tender skin of his neck just beneath. This
brought another moan and a gasp, as he turned his head lightly to give me
better access. I knew this was one of his hot spots, and lavished my
attention on it for a few minutes before kissing my way around under his
chin until I came to his budding adam's apple, gently putting my teeth on
either side and running my tongue over it repeatedly. This was something I
did on the spur of the moment, never having done this before with any of
the others I'd been with over the years. Obviously, this was now going to
become a regular part of our foreplay, as Ronni let out a loud "ahh!"
followed by a hiss of air as he arched his neck in wanton pleasure.
Somewhat reluctantly, I eventually moved on to the right side of his neck,
giving that ear lobe the same treatment as it's twin before moving down
onto that tender juncture of neck and shoulder, gently nipping and kissing
my way around until I decided to start my journey south to his pert
nipples. In order to do this, it meant breaking the contact at our hips,
as I'd have to move to down to accomplish my next goal. As I started to
move, I was surprised when Ronni tightened his hold on me with arms and
legs.
"Please, Phil," he panted, "I need you in me now. And I don't want to
use that stuff in the tube. We've made enough slippery stuff between us to
make it easy for you to get in. I know I can take you now with very little
problem, and I want tonight to be just about you and me and nothing else."
I knew what he was saying. He wanted our lovemaking totally natural
with nothing man made involved - only what our own bodies are producing
naturally. I looked into his glazed and lust-filled eyes but also saw
determination. I definitely didn't want to cause him any more discomfort
than usual, but I have to be honest and say that the idea appealed to me as
well, if we could pull it off - or put it in, as the case may be. Giving
him a quick kiss on his already swollen lips from our industrial-strength
make-out session, I lifted my self slightly and looked between us to see if
what he wanted was possible. I shouldn't have worried. Between the two of
us, we'd produced what looked to be almost a cup of pre-cum that was pooled
in the slight hollow on his belly and smeared on mine. I decided to at
least try for what he wanted.
"OK, Darling," I said. "It looks like there might be enough here to
use. But a lot of that will probably be needed inside you. I'm going to
make sure you're relaxed enough down there to make it easier for you. But
I'm telling you right now that if I see any pain on your face or feel it in
your body, we're going to stop and add the stuff in the tube. I want to
try this as much as you do, but I will never cause you unnecessary pain.
OK?"
"OK, my husband," he said, with a small smile. "But less talk and more
loving. I need to feel you inside me." I gave him a playful swat on the
butt which caused him to yelp and giggle.
One of the truly great pleasures I had discovered in making love with
Ronni is the playfulness that will underlie even the most passionate
moments. This is something that I had never experienced with my other sex
partners. And that's just what they were - partners in sex - fuck buddies.
There were never any emotionally romantic moments. We were no more than
cum dumps for one another. And the thing is, that even though I was always
looking for Mr. Right, it wasn't until I met Ronni -a young teenager - that
I felt that emotional fulfillment that I'd been looking for and never found
in any of my adult partners. Ronni is my first and only lover, and that
playful undercurrent plus the deep love between us made our lovemaking so
much more intense and enjoyable for me. And him, too, it goes without
saying, since he was the one who actually introduced it into our intimate
times together as well as our daily lives. I have never felt more alive
until I met my - admittedly - underage lover, but one who had the soul and
maturity far above and beyond any of the adulsts I had previously been
with. The youngest, up until Ronni, had been twenty and the oldest
forty-three, and none of them could hold a candle to this young man panting
and writhing beneath me with impatience as he waited for me to "get with
the program" as I took the time to gaze lovingly and longingly at him.
"This deep itch of mine isn't getting scratched," he chuckled softly,
pushing his hips up to get my attention back where it needed to be. There
was that playful nature again, and I found my heart filling with more love
than I ever thought possible, while the action of his hips brought me back
to the moment. Bending down, I gave him a peck on the nose, which got
another giggle from him, then lifted myself and scooped up some of the
pre-cum that had pooled on his stomach.
I was surprised to see that the cupped palm of my hand was almost full,
and there was still an ample amount on his belly, with both of us still
producing more. Sitting back on my knees, I reached toward his firm, young
ass as he lifted his legs toward his chest to present a better target for
my ministrations. And there it was! His almost slit-like anus, although
not quite as slit-like any more from the almost daily use it had received
over the past week-and-half. I reached forward and ran my finger lightly
over the opening, watching it twitch and pulse. Gently, I eased my index
finger just inside and moved it in a circular motion, knowing that a lot of
the nerve endings were located there. Ronni groaned with delight as he
slowlyly rotated his hips to maximize the contact and sensations that were
beginning to rip through his body. I started gently easing my finger
further into him until encountering the second anal muscle. I stopped
there and began to slowly finger-fuck him. His anal muscles palpitated
around my finger, as I could hear his breathing getting more rapid.
Finally, I pushed forward through the second barrier and heard him make a
slight grunt at the intrusion. Looking at his face for any signs of
discomfort, all I could see was a slight and contented smile. I pushed
forward with my finger until I encountered the bump of his prostate, which
I then began to lightly rub. This elicited a gasp from Ronni, and he began
pumping his hips in rhythm with my finger, as his cock belched a steady
stream of pre-cum. Pulling back toward the opening, I made sure my middle
finger was amply coated and slid it into the opening along side the other
finger. Then I began a slow fucking motion, scissoring them to stretch the
muscle before moving on past the second barrier. When I did this, Ronni
arched his back and shoved down on my fingers, attempting to get them all
the way inside with no signs of pain. This kid was hot and ready, but I
wanted to be certain that he was fully and properly stretched before easing
my cock inside him. As hot as we both were, there was no way in hell I
would ever rush things that could cause him pain. I again began scissoring
my fingers as they slid in and out, making sure to brush over his prostate
on every pass. I was about to add a third finger, when he interrupted me.
"I'm ready, Phil," he panted. "Please!! I need you inside me NOW! I'm
ready and want this so much! You won't hurt me. Please, my husband. I need
you!!"
I was a bit reluctant, but I also knew that my boy wanted what he
wanted when he wanted it, which was right now. Keeping my fingers spread
as I slowly removed them, I also twisted them to try and get contact with
all the muscles that would be involved. Once I had them removed, I looked
at his slightly-gaping hole as it pulsed with need, the lips of his anus
slightly engorged in readiness for my cock. I scooped up more of the
puddled pre-cum from his belly and slathered it liberally on my twitching
and super-hard cock, which was already slick from my own drippings.
Looking at my cock as I lubed it up, I was positive that I'd added at least
another 1/2 inch in both length and girth and felt a frisson of worry about
whether I'd really prepared him enough. He obviously was content with the
prep work, since he grabbed the other pillow and placed it under his
slender hips and pulled his legs back by the knees, placing his eager hole
at the proper level. Pulling back my foreskin, I place the leaking head of
my cock at the entrance to his very willing hole, and we both gasped at the
contact. I slowly eased forward into his hot, tight depths, keeping my
eyes locked on his, looking for any signs of discomfort. I was so caught
up in watching his face that I was caught by surprise when I felt my pubic
hair pushed up against his firm, full and tight teen ball sac and perineum.
A huge grin and moan of deep satisfaction from Ronni told me that all was
well.
And so began a night of the most intense lovemaking I had ever had or
that we had had to date. The first round didn't last too long for either
of us, since we were both so wound up sexually. It bordered on the
animalistic, as we both thrust ourselves at one another. I made sure to
angle my cock so that it passed over his prostate, and the stimulation for
both of us sent us over the edge in a matter of minutes in almost
simultaneous orgasms. Ronni's hit first, and the accompanying squeezing of
his anal muscles on my cock sent me over the edge within seconds of the
beginning of his. He gets extremely vocal when he cums, and it's a good
thing we had no neighbors close by. Maybe I'll have to add soundproofing
for the bedroom(s) to the list of renovations! Both of us stayed hard
after cumming, and after a brief respite of kissing, licking and nuzzling,
things rapidly heated up again for round two. This was a lot more
leisurely yet just as passionate as the first time. I could feel my cock
sliding through my first load, which felt like it had gone on for far
longer than ever. There was so much cum in him that it started to leak out
around the opening to his love hole, adding a squishing sound as my cock
plowed into his hot, tight teen hole. Ronni met me thrust for thrust as we
both rose to the ultimate finish, but because we had both just cum, it
lasted for a good twenty minutes before I began to feel that sense of the
inevitable. Ronni likes to have us cum as close together as possible, and,
frankly, so do I, so I had tried to avoid his love nut until I began to get
the tingling feeling that heralded the beginning of the end. It was only
then that I made constant contact with his prostate, and as the feelings
grew in intensity, it became obvious that we were both headed for another
mutual explosion.
One of the most wonderful things that I discovered about making love
with Ronni is that between the contact on his prostate and the friction of
our meshed bodies on his cock, he was capable of having hands-free orgasms.
I've heard that a lot of guys don't get enough sensation from having their
prostate rubbed to achieve orgasm that way, but Ronni was most definitely
one of the lucky ones. He absolutely loved the fact that when we made love
like this that his hands were free to roam over my body without having to
worry about having his cock stroked to get off. The other thing that
amazed me about him was the ability to have anal orgasms that would last
until I'd have to pull out of him before he became too overwhelmed
physically and emotionally. This had only happened twice so far in the
approximately ten times we'd had anal sex, but it looked like this was
going to be number three. We both shot our loads, again, almost at the
same time, and as his began to subside, his body suddenly went rigid, his
eyes rolled back in his head, and his rectum started to pulse wildly around
my cock as I shot the last of my load into him. He had obviously really
wanted this session of lovemaking, as did I, so even though my cock was
feeling pretty sensitive, I was still hard and continued to thrust into
him, as this full-body orgasm gripped him. A high-pitched wail erupted
from his lips as he clutched me tightly, his body rigid as he rode this
sexual high for almost a minute before I decided to ease him out out of. I
gradually slowed my thrusts, finally coming to a stop still full planted
inside him as his ass muscles continued to grip and throb around me. I
finally slowly withdrew from his depths until the head of my now
super-sensitive cock slid out of him with an audible "pop". His gaping
hole was still pulsing with the after-shocks of his incredible orgasm, and
some of my cum started to leak out. I'd forgotten to bring a towel and did
what any loving husband would do in a situation like this: I clamped my
lips around his hole and began tonguing up the leakage. Ronni screamed and
pulled my head tighter to him as yet another orgasm tore through his body.
This one, however, seemed to be of the normal variety and he eased his
death-grip on my head as the spasm died away. This was something new and
unexpected, and I wondered if it was something that could or would be
repeated. We'd definitely have to see about it! At any rate, it looked
like the cum flow had eased up, so hopefully, we wouldn't need to add
changing the sheets to the night's activities. I moved up beside him, took
him in my arms and began to place small, soft kisses on his face as he lay
panting in my arms, his breathing gradually returning to normal.
"Oh, my God!" he finally manage to gasp out. " I've never....I
don't...You...Shit! I can't even talk!" He giggled. "What you do to me
is unbelievable! I love you so much, Phil!" He turned his head and placed
his lips on mine in a gentle kiss without tongue that still managed to
convey all the passion.
"And I love you, Ronni Martinez-James," I said, and felt a slight
shiver of delight course through his body at the mention of our combined
names as he hugged me tighter. "More than I could ever find words to say.
And what you do to me is equally unbelievable. You are the most loving,
wonderful and passionate guy I've ever known. You complete me, Ronni.
I've never felt so loved or loved so much."
We cuddled, nuzzled and kissed for a while. I could tell, however,
that the intense results of our lovemaking had taken it's toll on my young
husband as I heard him try to stifle a yawn.
"I think we need to take a quick shower to clean up and get some sleep.
I don't think we'll be able to top that last round, no matter how much we
try," I said to him, stroking the side of his face,as he snuggled in
closer, if that were possible.
"I really wanted to give myself to you all night," he replied while
trying to stifle another yawn. "But I think that last time was a whole
night's worth of loving all at once, and I am a little sleepy."
"A little?" I chuckled. "It looks like you can barely keep your eyes
open. C'mon. Let's hit the shower and get some sleep. We have a big day
tomorrow, you, especially. You're going to have to try and convince your
lola to get some rest and let others help. From what we've heard, that's
going to take a lot of convincing."
"I think she'll listen to me," he said with a chuckle. "I can be just
as stubborn as she can. Where do you think I learned it?"
"Then I guess the woman doesn't stand a chance against you," I laughed.
"Let's get that shower and get some rest." With another squeeze and a
kiss, we climbed out of bed and into the shower, which was just that, with
a minimum of playing around. Ten minutes later found us snuggled together
in bed, and I think we were both down for the count by the time our heads
hit the pillow.
As my eyes slowly gained focus, I glanced at the bedside clock and
noticed that it was a little after 7AM. It was a good thing that we didn't
end up in an all-nighter, and I smiled, thinking of our lovemaking last
night. I marveled at how very blessed I was to have found the one guy who
could fill my life with such love, and I felt my heart literally flutter as
I gazed at the head of my 14-almost-15 year-old lover resting in sleep on
my shoulder. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I could feel
such peace, such contentment, such love! As I lay there with my young love
in my arms, I wished we could stay like this forever, but I knew I'd have
to be on that damn plane in three days, separating us, and causing both of
us an anguish we'd both been trying hard not to show each other. At least
we'd managed to put together an excellent support team for Ronni, but the
one thing that I would never say to him was that there would be no support
team for me while I was away. I was going to have to manage on my own, and
frankly, it scare the hell out of me! That would be way too much to add to
the burden he was already carrying on his young shoulders, and I knew that,
while it was going to be really a rough time for me, I had the greatest
incentive in the world to get through it and get back here as quickly as
possible. I felt Ronni begin to stir and his breathing changed slightly,
indicating that he was waking up. I shoved my dark thoughts as deep as
possible and kissed the top of his head.
"Good morning, Darling," I said quietly.
"G'morning, my Phil," he mumbled, as he snuggled closer. How the hell
was I going to be able to get through six or so weeks without this?!?
Damn!!!! This was going to be a rough time for both of us.
"I don't know how I'm going to get through this either, my love," he
said softly, as he kissed my shoulder. "But we will, and we'll have a long
wonderful life together."
Shit!!! Can he read me that well? I thought I'd been doing a pretty
decent job of keeping those thoughts from him. But he IS his lola's
grandson. Guess that sort of thing runs in the family - something I'm
going to have to get used to. One thing I've come to know about Ronni is
that he's a fairly well-grounded individual, and maybe this ability of his
will be a way to keep me grounded as well.
"Don't worry," he said, with a soft chuckle. "I can't read your
mind. Only your heart, because it is part of mine, just like mine is a part
of yours."
"It would be OK with me if you could read my mind," I replied, giving
him a gentle squeeze. "Every thought and everything in my heart always
includes you, so I have no secrets to hide from you."
"Yes you do," he said, giving my left nipple a light pinch. "I know
you are feeling bad about leaving and don't have people back there who can
help you like the ones we have here who can help me when you're away. But
we will have the cell phone and the computer to keep in touch every day,
and I will share my support with you. It's going to be a hard time, but we
will get through it together, even if it is using computers and stuff."
Oh, FUCK!!!!!!! That did it! All the anguish that had been building
burst out in a flood of tears as I clung to my Ronni - my life preserver -
sobbing uncontrollably. He kissed my tear-stained cheeks and stroked my
hair soothingly as silent tears also coursed down his own cheeks, but he
had a sweet smile on his face that never waivered.
"It's OK, my Phil," he said. "You need to get this out now so you can
face our time apart a little stronger. My lola says that we have to cry
sometimes when we are so happy, but that we also need to cry when we hurt.
Your tears are taking out some of the hurt to make it a little easier."
"You have a very wise lola who has helped raise a very wise grandson,"
I said, once I got my breathing and voice under control. We lay, entwined
together, for about 10 minutes until I heard a rumble from Ronni's stomach.
That effectively broke the last of the tensions as, with a final kiss, we
climbed out of bed and headed to the cr to take care of business and get
started on our day.
Once showered and dressed, we both decided that a light, easy breakfast
was in order, so while Ronni got out the cereal, juice and some fruit, I
started a cup of coffee and called Josie while waiting for it to finish. I
wanted to see if she could meet me at the bank, figuring that she would be
able to expedite setting up the construction account, since she was not
only a native, but also a customer at that particular bank. I was
pleasantly surprised when she informed me that she'd already arranged her
schedule so that she could meet me at the bank, echoing my own thoughts
about helping make the transaction easier. After agreeing that she'd be
picking us up at about 8:45 to make the 9AM bank opening, I hung up and
joined Ronni at the counter, where he had everything set out, including my
coffee. We talked about our plans for the day, spending most of our talk
on the pending hospital visit. I had no idea what Ronald had in mind when
he asked me to meet him, but I didn't get any bad vibes from it. After
all, he is Sanie's son, and therefore another family member I'd get a
chance to know better. We had just finished breakfast and clean-up when
Josie arrived. Perfect timing! We had a few minutes, so I offered her a
cup of coffee, but she said she was fine and that we should get going as
traffic would most likely be heavy this time of the morning. So, we walked
out to her car and headed for the bank.
Josie was right. Traffic was extremely congested, but we managed to
pull up to the bank a few minutes before 9:00, although I thought at
several points I'd need to go home to change my shorts with the way she
maneuvered her car through the mayhem. It really made me stop and think
very seriously whether or not I'd want to drive my own car around here.
Our bank business took less time than I thought it would. I don't know if
it was Josie's presence or the fact that they were getting a chance to have
such a large depositor as myself as a customer, but the paperwork and money
transfer all went through without a hitch in fairly short order. We were
in and out of the bank in a little over half an hour, and I didn't think
Ronni's eyes could get any larger as he saw us dealing with, what was to
him, a small fortune, but at least he didn't freak out this time. Maybe
he's getting more accepting to the fact that we have money - a lot of it!
It seemed that the traffic going home was much worse, and it took us
twice as long as the trip to the bank had taken. We got home a little
after 10:00, leaving us about an hour until Rey Baldo was to show up.
Josie said she had to run back to the office for a bit but would be back
with the key so we could give Rey a tour of the house next door.
Ronni and I settled down on the sofa, with him on my lap, of course, to
watch some TV to pass the time. I don't think either of us bothered with
watching anything, as we were too into each other. We spent the time
cuddling and giving each other small kisses while talking about mundane
things, like his school, soccer - sorry! Football! His friends and family,
especially about the new relationships of his friends. The time went by
all too quickly, and our chatting was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Rey Baldo had arrived.
Ronni and I went to the door to let our visitor in and had just
finished the round of introductions and handshakes when a rather breathless
Josie arrived, apologizing for being late. After assuring her that her
timing was perfect, we got everyone settled in the salla and took drink
orders. Ronni said he'd get what we wanted and was just heading for the
kitchen when there was another knock at the door. He opened the door to
find Paulo and Mario standing there. Once they noticed we had company,
they said they'd be back later, but at my insistence, they were invited in
and asked to stay for lunch. Since he'd pretty much heard everything
before, Ronni joined his friends at the dining table, after getting our
drinks, while Rey and I began discussing the renovations. Just as we were
getting started, though, Rey put up his hand to stop me.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to be rude, but I have a confession
to make. After he left here last night, Marty stopped at my house and told
me everything about what you want to have done here. He even drew up a
rough plan for the additions you want on this house, so I can easily see
what needs to be done. He also told me about hiring all three of us and
our crews to get it done quicker, with Mark as general contractor and
project boss, and Mark actually called me earlier this morning to tell me
the same things that Marty had. So, basically, if you'll have me, I'd be
very pleased to become a part of this project. With the three of us
working together, I think you will be extremely pleased with the results."
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You certainly cut to the chase and saved us some
time, which for us, would have been pretty repetitive. Thanks. And your
reputation precedes you, so if you are willing to work under the conditions
we've already pretty much laid out, then welcome aboard!" We both stood
and shook hands, effectively sealing the deal and putting a major component
of the project to rest. I noticed that Ronni had set up his laptop, and
Mario and Paulo seemed to engrossed in a game. As I sat back down, Ronni
came and took his accustomed spot on my lap, pulling my arms around him. I
noticed a raised eyebrow and small smile from Rey when he saw this.
"This is also something else that Marty and Mark mentioned -
the...umm....unconventional relationship between you and your young man
here. While I find it....unusual because of his age, please rest assured
that I have no problems with that, especially since it seems you have the
total consent and support of family and friends. It has never been an
issue with me when it comes to who loves who, and from what I can see here,
this young man loves you very much."
"More than I can ever say," Ronni said quietly while turning and
kissing my cheek.
We then talked some more about the project and my expectations for a
completion date, which I hoped would not be too much of a problem. Rey
assured me that he felt everything could be done on schedule but warned
that it might involve some round-the-clock work, which would add somewhat
to the final cost. I reassured him that money wouldn't be a problem if it
came to that, and that I would gladly pay extra if it meant we could move
in either as soon as I got back or shortly after. We then got up and went
to the other house to show Rey around so he'd have a better idea of the
scope of things. While we were walking through, I had another one of my
spur-of-the-moment ideas and mentioned that since the main entrance was
going to be moved to the opposite wall, that the existing doorway could be
used as access to an addition that would house the majority of the security
and surveilance equipment, thus giving more actual living space. Rey
thought that was a good idea and that he'd mention it to the other two in
case I didn't have time or forgot in the pressures of last minute details
before leaving. I'm glad Ronni had decided to stay behind with his
friends, as I know that any mention of my pending departure was painful for
him. It didn't exactly make me feel any better either. We finished our
walk-through and left, Josie locking up and heading back to her office,
declining my offer to stay for lunch with us. She said she had a luncheon
meeting and need to get back, so with a hug, she was off, a toot of her
horn and, I'm sure, a wave of her hand, even if we couldn't see it, as she
drove off. Rey said he should be going too, as he had to stop by his
present job site to make sure everything was on schedule for wrapping up
the first of next week so that he could start here by that Wednesday. We
shook hands, he left, and I went into the house to get lunch ready.
I fixed a quick and easy meal of sandwiches and soup, which the boys
really enjoyed, and even managed to find enough ice cream for dessert. We
had just finished with the clean-up when Lorenzo arrived to take Ronni and
me to the hospital. I told Mario and Paulo they were invited for a cookout
of hamburgers and hot dogs after we got back and asked them to also invite
their brothers, if they wanted to come too. They said they had to check
with their parents and brothers and would text me with their answers as
soon as they knew. I told Lorenzo he was also welcome to join us, and he
happily accepted. We hugged the two love birds, and they went off toward
the beach, holding hands. I couldn't help smiling at the cute sight, and
so were Ronni and Lorenzo. We then headed out to the car and headed off to
the hospital, not really sure of what was going to happen there, either
with Sanie or Ronald.
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