Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2012 14:26:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: FILIPINO LOVE - Chapter 9

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    BY
				    JM
		       Email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and other info:  see chapter one


			       CHAPTER NINE


     As we headed around the end of the counter into the kitchen area, I
asked him, "What would you like for breakfast, Love.  I think we have about
anything here you'd want."

     "Rice," was his prompt reply.

     "Rice?" I asked.  "Nothing else?  I'm sure there's cereal, eggs,
fruit...anything you'd want.  Are you sure just rice?  Remember, I haven't
cooked anything since I've been here.  We had sandwiches and salad for
dinner last night."

     "I just eat rice at home for breakfast."

     Maybe that's why his arms are so thin, I thought.  Maybe that's all
his family can afford, even if both parents are working.  Hopefully I can
change all that if they aren't too proud.  We'll see what happens when I've
met them.  Coming out of my musings, I realized that Ronni was waiting for
my response.

     "Well," I said, "this is your home too, and you can have whatever you
want that's here."

     "Really?" he asked.  Then I could almost see the wheels turning in his
head.  He seemed to be having trouble deciding what he wanted.  I knew that
rice was the staple of the Filipino diet in most households, and any
additions made for a meal would be in much smaller proportion with rice
being the main and most filling ingredient since it would be the cheapest.
I'd noticed this personally back home whenever I ate at a restaurant that
served Asian cuisine.  I think a lot of his hesitation, though, was because
he didn't want to say anything that might upset me, plus he'd never been in
a position where he had options.

     "Really," I replied.  "C'mon.  Let's see what there is." I walked us
over to the fridge and opened the door.  There were eggs, bacon, some kind
of sausage...I later learned it was a national favorite called
"langanissa"...milk, pineapple juice, bread, cheese, butter...in short just
about anything you'd need for a cooked breakfast.

     "See anything there you'd like?" I asked.

     "Ummm...langanissa?" he asked hesitantly.

     "Is that the sausage there?" I asked.  He nodded "yes".  "Ok, how
about that with eggs and toast?"

     "What is toast?"  he asked.

     Damn!  I have simply GOT to remember that I'm "not in Kansas anymore"!
But how do I explain toast to someone who's never heard of it?  Aha!  Got
it!

     "Toast is bread that you cook until it's brown.  It's very good with
butter and jelly."

     "Ok," he said.  "Can I have toast and langanissa?"

     "You can have anything you want that we have in the house," I told
him.

     He tilted his head and smiled shyly at me.  "Can I have ...you?"

     Oh, shit. My heart leapt in my chest and my goddamn eyes started to
leak AGAIN!!  I pulled him as tightly as to my chest as I dared without
squishing the air out of him.

     "You already have me, my love, now and forever!  My dear, sweet Ronni.
I love you so much!"  I really hated to break to mood, but we really had to
eat, get dressed and get our list of "must-dos" out of the way so we would
be able to have more moments like this without interruption.  I sat his
cute butt on the island counter and got the items out of the fridge for our
breakfast.  I also grabbed the eggs just in case.  Besides, I thought maybe
a few sunny-side eggs would go good with the sausage and toast.

     I got the sausage started on the stove, then turned my attention to
making the toast.  Ronni was watching closely to see what I was doing and
how.  He had just gotten to where I was standing with the toaster, when it
popped up with a loud pop.  He jumped so high that I thought I was going to
have to scrape him off the ceiling, and I couldn't help but laugh.

     "What was that?"  he asked in a shaky voice.  Evidently, the toaster
popping up really startled him.

     "That was just the machine that cooks the bread.  When it's ready, the
machine stops and pops up the toast so you can grab it."  It all sounded
very simplistic to me, but to Ronni, I'm sure it was almost like magic,
since he had never seen a toaster before.  I buttered the done slices and
added to more to toast.  I thought he might like doing something that's
part of the process for this new wonder.

     "Ronni, when the next time it pops, would you take the slices out and
put some butter on each one?  Use the same plate I put the others on."

      "Ok," he said, grinning widely.  It was obvious that he was very
pleased to be able to be part of this new process.  Too often, we all tend
to forget that it's sometimes the smaller experiences in life that are the
most rewarding.  This was definitely one of those little moments, and I
know I'll always remember it.

     As the sausage finished cooking, I cracked a couple of eggs into the
pan for my sunny-sides.  I asked him, "Ronni, I'm having a few eggs cooked
what is called sunny-side. The egg is cooked, but the yellow part is still
runny. I like to dip my toast in it.  Would you like me to make one for
you?"

     "I think I not like runny part.  We not have eggs at home, only cooked
in other foods."

     That's ok," I said.  "I can make you a scrambled egg.  Everything is
solid.  Would you like that?"

     "Yes, please.  That sound ok."  Just then, the toast popped up and
still caused him to jump, but certainly not like last time.  He chuckled to
himself at his reaction as he buttered the slices.  I finished about the
same time as he did, and grabbed two plates from the cupboard to dish out
our breakfast.  I have to admit that I was a little leery about the
langanissa, but it smelled wonderful.  I placed the full plates on the
island counter top, then located the silverware drawer and got the needed
utensils.

     Ronni, what would you like to drink?  We have milk, pineapple juice or
water."

     "Umm...pineapple juice, please."  He always seemed to make a polite
response.  I wonder who had the most influence on him, his parents or his
lola.

     "While I get the juice, why don't you grab us two glasses from that
cupboard by the sink."

     "Ok," he said, then proceeded to get the glasses while I grabbed the
juice from the fridge.  As I put the container of juice on the counter near
our plates, I remembered that there were several kinds of jelly.  I opened
the cupboard and grabbed the one that said "mango".  That looks
interesting.  Since Ronni had already placed the toast with our plates, we
were ready to eat.

     We both ate from our own plates this time, not trying to feed one
another.  Besides, runny eggs would certainly not be the most romantic
thing to share, although I know I could do something with the sausage that
might lead to us NOT getting out of the house any time soon!  We had a busy
day ahead of us, but I definitely filed the "sausage thought" away for
another time.  Ronni did try a bit of my egg yolk on a piece of toast, but
although he ate it politely, I could tell that it wasn't his favorite.  We
soon finished, made quick work of washing the dishes with some good
teamwork, and then it was time to shower, dress and be on our way.

     Once in cr, the first order of business was brushing our teeth.  When
that was finished and we stepped into the shower, it became obvious that
neither of us was going to get out of there with out at least getting each
other off.  Right away, Ronni took hold of my already-hard cock and began a
slow sensuous stroke.  I reached down, taking his own hardness into my hand
and did the same for him.  While we did this, we leaned into each other and
started kissing.  It started off as short gentle pecks, but we were soon
both on a quest to find each other's tonsils with our tongues.  The more
passionate the kissing became, the more urgent became the cock stroking and
vice versa.  It was a vicious cycle...NOT!!!  It wasn't long until I heard
Ronni groan into my mouth as his teen sperm started shooting all over my
lower stomach, pubes and cock.  I was correct in my previous assessment
about his ability to shoot a heavy load.  I felt at least five shots hit my
body before it slowed to a dribble, his cock pulsing and throbbing right to
the end.  And bless him!!!  Even in the throes of his own orgasm, he never
stopped or slowed up on stroking my cock.  Just as his cock started to
soften, my own orgasm hit, and hit hard.  I also groaned as my cock shot
six healthy loads onto Ronni's stomach with the final few weak shots
landing on his arm and hand.  This was once again one of the most intense
and satisfying orgasm I've ever had.  My young lover turns me on like no
other...no question about it!

     Once our orgasms had both died down, Ronni and I fell into a loving
embrace, our cum mixing together on our bellies.  I lowered my head for a
kiss that held all the love and passion we felt for each.  We then spent
time cleaning and washing each other, drying each other, both trying to
keep our hormones in check knowing we had a busy day ahead.  I got dressed
for going into town while Ronni donned his bathing suit...the only thing he
had to wear until we got to his house.

     Since it took him no time to dress, he called his grandmother while I
got ready.  I could hear him talking excitedly, sometimes laughing, and
then he ended that call.  It was good timing, since I had just finished
dressing and straightening out the bed and was able to right away call the
agent.  After setting a time to meet, Ronni and I left the house and headed
down to the beach where we'd follow it along toward his family's house.  As
we started walking, I reached over and gently stroked the back of his head,
then put my arm around his shoulders.  I simply can't keep my hands off
him!  It was like I needed the physical contact to reassure myself that he
was real, not some fantastic, wonderful dream.  As soon as my arm made
contact with him, Ronni snaked his arm around my waist, pulling his body so
closely into mine that it was almost impossible to walk.  He turned his
head to look at me with those dark, loving eyes and grinning with
happiness.  I couldn't resist.  With a quick scan of the area to see if the
coast was clear, I stopped our progress, bent down and kissed him.  With
another quick peck on the lips, we turned and continued our journey.


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