The Adventures of Peter Valentine

November 22

On the fourth day of their relationship, after Luke had virtually proposed marriage to Valentine online, and Valentine said yes in principle, but insisted that things would be settled by a deciding kiss, and finalized by spending a night together, the online lovers pursued their individual line of questioning for each other.
Luke was disturbed that Valentine's friends injected the idea that Valentine may control their relationship because he was older, and had more money.
Valentine was only concerned about what Luke may offer sexually to their relationship. After all, Luke is a Filipino, a millennial, and had only one (as he claimed) gay relationship.
Despite what he knew of Filipino sexual kinks and general hypocrisy about sex, Valentine was worried about what Luke could actually offer as a romantic partner. How educated and experienced was Luke sexually? Had he taken it up his ass? Does he enjoy the 69 position? Can he give a mind blowing blowjob? How good is he as a top? Does he kiss passionately with tongue and technique?
Wait, was Luke even being completely honest with his sexual history?
Because people often actually lie about these things, even the Americans, but especially the Filipinos.
Valentine wanted a satisfying relationship in his old age. He wanted cuddles and kisses, intimacy and sex, especially when he still could. None of those "plain companionship in old age" shit. He could always hire a caregiver, he reasoned out to anyone who would contradict him.
Luke swore that he never had it up his ass; that he did try it with Bella, but it didn't really happen; that the frustration of not getting it on was one of the reasons why Bella cheated on their ten-year relationship, and ultimately left him.
Like many millennials who are passively gay, or passive in the sex act—those that Valentine's gay friends called pasuso or Leila Dy because they just lie down there enjoying what their gay customers or lovers do unto them, Luke also reported that he only 69'd Bella twice or thrice in ten years.
These were answers that Valentine simply ignored because Luke had great seductive lips. Like they were meant only to give Valentine otherworldly pleasures.
Perhaps Valentine also considered that if he developed a strong emotional relationship with Luke, things would fall into place; and that Luke would learn to love him enough to give him what he wanted physically, sexually, emotionally. Wasn't that what happened with Martin?
And wasn't it his responsibility, as the older of the two, to educate Luke into all the possibilities of life and pleasure and sexual gratification?
Luke's concern, on the other hand, was rather mundane, banal, economic. Financial. But Valentine encouraged him to ask and explore. Because he wanted a partner with a business sense. And Luke, with his ordered meal business during the pandemic showed ingenuity and business acuity more than just industry and hard work.
After the soft intro on money-should-not-be-the-basis-of-a-relationship, and "I'm not comfortable talking about money," Luke lurched into "How much money do you really have?" anyway.
Valentine admitted he wasn't really as rich as his friends hinted, but he, or the two of them, could live comfortably if they weren't such big spenders.
When Luke pressured him for the actual figures, Valentine explained that including the foreseeable sale of his house in Maryland, he would have about P8 million in liquid assets, and P12 million in Philippine real estate properties by his 52nd birthday in January. "I know it's not a lot, Luke, and that's why I want to roll the money, and get into some low-risk businesses when I come home to the Philippines for good. I want to partner with someone I could trust, who would look out for my interest. If that person would also be my life-partner, that would be most convenient."
"I have a degree in business administration, you know," Luke volunteered. "And I can help make your money grow. I am reliable and hardworking."
Valentine was happy with Luke's enthusiasm, and they talked at length about their plans and dream businesses, and how things should be when they came together.
The conversation only ended when Valentine was too sleepy to carry on. He had been advance writing his newspaper column the whole time that Luke was sleeping in the Philippines, and he did some house work when Luke woke up and called. It had been a long, exhausting day for Valentine.
Luke wanted him to sleep so he promised he'd call Valentine again when the Marylander woke up, which would be night time in the Philippines, and he would be much freer to talk.
That talk was about foreign currency trading investment that Luke was forcing on Valentine. And the more that Valentine resisted, reminding Luke that maybe investing with the current situation of the world and the unpredictability of the market due to the Covid situation would be unwise, the more Luke became agitated. But finally, before he ended the call, perhaps to soften everything, he engaged Valentine in a video sex call.
It was 11 p.m. in the Philippines, Luke was alone in his room, wearing only his earphones, a white sleeveless shirt, which the Filipinos call sando, and the Americans call the wife beater, and a pair of grey BenchBody briefs, which did not stay on very long.
Except perhaps for Luke's full lips, pinkish and tender, juicy-looking, which he had now been crushing on so hard, Valentine wasn't impressed by the visuals.
Oh, but Luke's dirty talk! And Luke's lips and tongue and teeth playing their seductive dance of hide and seek! All those brought poor old Valentine to climax.
After Valentine had come from the spell of lightheadedness that came with his juicy explosion, he asked Luke if he could bring him to ecstasy too.
But Luke just said, "I don't need to come myself. Just seeing you being brought to pleasure was pleasure enough for me." Then, he smiled again, pursed his lips for a virtual kiss, said good night, and hanged up.
Valentine laid in bed for a little while longer, smiling, and thinking, "What the hell just happened?"