Ricky Ullman In Love Chapter 11
DISCLAIMER: Guess what! This story has absolutely nothing to do with reality. This is a completely fictional story. The words that make the story that follows is not intended to imply anything about Ricky Ullman's or Max Thieriot's true sexuality in any way shape or form. I do not personally know either celebrity or know of any details of their personal lives. This story is completely fictional. Oh yes and if it is illegal to read such material as a factor of age, law, or ordinance....discontinue reading.
I know this site deals with sex in graphic details. I know that sex is an important part of a love story...in a bold attempt to not leave it out I will portray each sexual act as an act of love rather than as a bathroom encounter.
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***I've finished the outline for this story and I Regret to say, the end is near! Stay tuned for the concluding chapters of this story.
"I don't know, I guess I just feel weird coming with you because I was not invited," Max explained on the car ride to Planet Hollywood.
"Of course you were," I argued back.
"By who?" Max asked.
Instead of justifying his question with an answer I took my eyes from the wandering street and gave him a gaze that said he should have already have known who.
"Oh," he simply responded to the look I gave him.
"Just relax, you'll do fine, besides I'm sure you will be the most attractive person their," I did my best to boost his confidence.
"Oh really?" He rhetorically questioned me.
"Yes really, Max," I added answering him anyway, and placing emphasis when saying his name.
"Well, Ricky, since you tell me all the time about the things you love about me, what don't you like about me?" He asked.
"Oh you're very cocky," I said with a wink.
"Uh huh, and you're immature," he shot back.
"Oh yeah well you have a bird beak for a nose," I returned.
"Yeah well you got a big jaw," he responded.
"Well your neck is to long," I playfully insulted him again.
"And your hair is always messed up," he came back.
"Yeah, but you're one to talk," I said while quickly tossing the hair that came underneath his beanie.
"So are you," he replied poking a finger into my stomach.
This is exactly why I love him. Nothing like a barrage of insults ending with him poking at the spot that he knows I am most vulnerable at.
"Seriously though, you are perfect to me because of your imperfections," I said making an attempt at being serious while contradicting the meaning of the word perfect.
"Yeah, and if you had no flaws it would be unhuman," he commented staring at the street ahead.
We arrived a bit late and instead of having the car valeted, I parked it myself. On walking to the entrance we were photographed a few times but not so much as suspicion would be aroused.
Right before walking in, I noticed something different about Max. Something immediately came over him and his demeanor stiffened as did his posture and step.
"What's up? I asked him noticing his discomfort.
"That's him Ricky, that's him," Max said looking down at the threshold that we were just about to cross.
"Who?" I asked turning to the small crowd and noticing that "him" could be one of 8 people.
"The reporter doing the story," He whispered while barely nodding at a man in a khaki jacket.
I observed the man for a moment and immediately felt like a threatened animal who would stop at nothing to protect it's young. I think we all have that animal instinct in us, the one that makes you act on impulse when threatened. My animal instinct came out in full colors on the inside, but not the outside. I stared this man down sizing him up, though he seemed to not notice me at all as his interest was affixed on Max. I wanted to do something, but what? I am not a violent person, and words would only seem to fuel the fire into an explosion.
"Fuck him," I said to Max before we both walked in.
My words even seemed to surprise myself.
"I keep forgetting about all this Ricky, I don't know what to do, I mean..." Max trailed off in a loss of words that seemed to end in an obvious panic.
Alone in the lobby, except for the hostess I sensed his discomfort. I looked directly into him and saw the pain in his eyes as tears welded in the corners. I could almost feel the energy of chaos flowing from him as if he broadcast to me how much torment he just immediately put on himself.
"Max," I called his name to try and gain his attention.
He did not look at me, but seemed to shake a bit soft at first, then the redness in his face became obvious and I quickly ushered him into the Men's bathroom just off the hall. It was empty as was the lobby and everywhere else Max publicly had a panic attack. Quickly I took him, with my arm around him, into the handicap stall where our feet could not be seen from any other part of the bathroom.
Before I was able to inquire of his well being, he began to sob uncontrollable. I never have seen this side of Max before and honestly I did not know what to do. I was actually scared but not of what was happening, but that I was completely powerless to do anything to ease his pain. The best thing I could think of would be to hold him in my arms and let him get it all out.
After a short bit he stopped sobbing but the wetness from his tears now soaked my shoulder. The worse was over but not completely done. We stood their for about five more minutes until Max could completely gather himself.
"We're leaving," I said to him as his coherence became relevant.
"Are you sure, I mean, I'm fine now if you..." he began to sort of protest.
"No you're not," I stated my views on the subject.
He just looked at me and nodded. We walked out of the stall to which he approached the mirror to look at himself. Slowly he wiped the remainders of wetness from his eyes and opened them wide, as if trying to drain out anything left behind.
We made our way to the bathroom door, Max reached for the handle just at the exact moment that someone on the other side was about to open it. I pushed it closed with my hand as hard as possible then quickly kissed Max as fast as I could, then did the only thing that came to mind, and threw myself on the bathroom floor.
To this I could see the shocked look in Max's face wondering why it was that I did what I just did. Just then a waiter walked in.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, I did not know anyone was their," he began to apologize.
Without saying anything to this I began to rub my forehead on the bump that I only pretended was their.
"It's ok, happens to the best of us, I'm very clumsy anyway," I explained to the man with my lie only obvious to Max.
"Yeah, he's a total klutz," Max added trying to contain his laughter.
"Why did you do that?" Max asked laughing on our way out of the club.
"I have my reasons," I said with a confident nod of my head.
With that I left it at that, and Max did not even notice the man in the khaki jacket on our way out. With seeing that Max paid him no attention, the reason for throwing myself on the floor became fulfilled. I needed to do something, even if for only a moment, it took his mind off of the current situation. As he is the love of my life, I was not going to allow the reporter to know that he had gotten the best of Max. I was not going to allow anyone to see my angel in such a state of distress. I'd rather he be seen holding his head up high then down so low. People like him should never be that low, but always up high.
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"Now what?" Max asked me when walking into my apartment.
"You are going to ask me that until the day I die, aren't you?" I asked Max.
"Hopefully," he stated a thousand thoughts into one word.
"Hopefully what, that you may bug me forever, or the idea of forever?" I asked Max, again making an attempt of being serious.
"Well I am definitely to young to be thinking about forever," Max said with a stern look on his face, almost looking down on me.
I became nervous, being put in my place.
Then his attitude changed, the bright glow reinstated on his face framed by the softest of smiles before saying, "but it is a wonderful idea that helps me sleep at night."
"You suck," I said poking a finger into his armpit.
"Uh uh," he protested poking a finger into my stomach.
"That's it," I yelled in such a tone that it frightened him. "It's on," I said in my normal playful voice.
"NO!" He exclaimed with a raised voice as I began to tickle him relentlessly.
He tried to tickle me back but his attempts were again no match for my strength. Effortlessly, I wrestled him to the floor and stood over him, tickling until he could no longer take it. This was the red in the face I loved to see. The kind that is a result of happiness and not of inner turmoil.
"Seriously...Ricky...stop!" He pleaded between laughing and curling into a ball.
"Okay," I said letting up for a moment, "Under one condition."
"What's that? He asked through attempting to regain his breath.
"Sing for me," I requested.
"What?" He asked with confusion taking over his face and squinting his eyes.
"Sing," I repeated myself.
"Okay, Raviv, what do you want me to sing?" he gave in and asked.
"You are sixteen, going on...." I began to quote The Sound of Music.
"No way!" He exclaimed in protest while still laughing.
"Okay, fine," I sighed.
At first I let on that I was going to let him up, but it is that element of surprise that usually wins the war. Quickly I crouched back down and continued to tickle him again.
"Okay...okay, You...are...sixteen...going...on...seventeen," Max sang as best he could through laughing at the same time.
"Okay, I'm content, I guess that'll do," I said with a sigh.
Then as if it were expected of me, I sat on his legs and leaned down to kiss him. Kissed his soft lips as they welcomed my advances as if I were a part of him, rather then a foreign object. I intended this to be an innocent kiss, but all intentions aside, what really happened was far more then innocence.
I must admit, however, that it was Max who initiated it. First he grabbed my neck, quite roughly, and forced me down on him. Then as if they had minds of their own, his hands began to explore the parts of my body including those that would forever be out of reach for others. I slowly disrobed him of his shirt as he did me of mine, so that now our chests, and stomachs were pressed against each other. Continuing to make out with him, I went for the buckle of his belt to find that his free hand was already attempting to work it free. Feeling that he was moving to slow, I assisted him with both of my hands. After his waist was free of restraints I followed suit and undid my buckle and jeans.
"Do you think we're the only two in the world who do this with meaning," Max asked after I let up from the kiss.
"I hope not," was all I said.
Then I went back to doing what I was doing, kissing my love. I felt him push his hips forward as he pushed into me. I sat up for a moment, watching him take off his pants as I did mine. Only one step from being nude, I went back to kissing him as passionately as I knew how to.
Though he is young, he is quite sexually mature. He turned the tables of dominance and submissiveness and rolled over on top of me, taking complete control of the situation. I was not altogether lost, I liked it when he took control from time to time. He first found my chest, his mouth warm but where it had been became cold. I could feel the lust grow in and out of me as he slowly made his way down to my sensitive stomach and to the waistline of my boxers. For this I was ready. I pushed my hips forward so that he could completely remove my boxers.
Without warning I felt as if I were on top of the world. The warmth from his mouth, the wetness and bumps on his tongue, all felt as if working towards one goal. As he orally explored my most sensitive body part, I gained tunnel vision and where I could see, I could not see completely clear. My hearing became muted as my breathing became insanely loud within my own ears. I ran my fingers through his messy hair and just purely enjoyed the shear orgasm Max had given me. It was like a thousand angels singing the same high note. Orgasm, his love, the lust of it all, the madness it almost drove me crazy as I could no longer take it and had to make him stop.
He smiled at me, with quite a mischievous look. He leaned in for another kiss before exploring my nude body with his hands again. I rolled over on top of him as it were my turn to take charge of the situation. He is a very attractive person, flawless body that more then pleases the eyes. First I worked his chest over with my mouth until it found a pattern and slowly made my way down his stomach and to his waist line. He knew what to do when he lifted his hips from the floor, allowing me to remove his boxers as he did mine earlier. Without consequence I was in a state of pleasuring. My mouth knew the pressure points and the points that would just drive him insane. He always tasted and smelled good, never dirty or dire. I quite enjoyed giving him this feeling as he obviously did in receiving it, with running his fingers through my hair as I did his. I loved it, I love him. I could hear his breathing getting very heavy as he barely called out and repeated my name.
Then without warning he thrust forward, and the taste and feel of it all was very familiar as Max had an orgasm that would forever rival others. I did not let up right away, but instead stood still for a moment as his once powerful erection returned to normalcy.
After all was said and done, their were no words spoken, as their never is after he and I act in the throws of love. We have always been silent during these moments. I curled up so that I was laying between his legs but with my head resting on his stomach. We both fell asleep their, on the floor, having barely made it past the front door. Both nude and completely comfortable being entangled with the other.
I had Max home at a decent hour that night, walked him to the door, kissed him good bye, and gave him my love until I would see him again tomorrow. Everything to this moment had been absolutely great, I almost forgot about the hardship we would soon face.
( "You are sixteen going on seventeen" -from the 1965 motion picture "The Sound of Music")