Ricky Ullman In Love Chapter 14
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.
"Did I wake you?" Max asked upon my answering the phone.
"Oh no, not at all," I assured him.
"Are you sure, cause I could..." he began to say.
"No you're fine," I again assured him of my willingness to talk.
"Good," he replied, "I can't sleep."
"Neither can I," I agreed.
"I just need something warm to cuddle with," he admitted, probably trying to gauge a reaction.
"Yeah, and I need you also," I stated not beating around the bush.
"No one is here except my mom, and she's leaving early in the morning for San Francisco," Max informed me of his being alone.
"So what are you suggesting Mr. Thieriot?" I flirtatiously asked him.
"Well duh...Mr. Ullman," he made his intentions obvious. "What do you think?" He asked.
"Okay give me a few minutes to get some stuff together, and I'll be on my way," I informed him of my readiness.
"Cool, just call me when you get here, oh and park down the block a little bit," he said.
We said our good-bye's and hung up. With much haste, I flew out of bed and threw some clean clothes into a duffel bag, and changed into something presentable. I quickly made my way to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth, and leave my home. It was quarter to five when I finally was out the door and I knew that I had to get their as quick as possible.
By the cover of night I knew which streets were safe to speed down, and which ones would have wandering cops watching out for drivers like myself. I made it to Max's street in a record breaking seventeen minutes which the drive usually take at least thirty. When I made the right turn down his street I noticed an unfamiliar car parked where I planned to park. Driving slowly by it, I noticed two silhouettes of people sitting in the shadows. But what were they waiting for? It became obvious when I recognized the direction they were looking at as Max's house.
I then did not know what to do, so I picked up my phone and called Max.
"You're here already?" He answered his phone asking this question.
"Yeah but their's a bit of a problem," I informed him while passing up his house.
"..and that is..?" He questioned me.
"You got someone watching your house, and I just drove past it so that they didn't notice me," I said.
"Hmmm," he hummed. "I got it!" he exclaimed quickly coming to a conclusion.
"Okay go for it," I said in expectation of his idea.
"Park on the street behind mine, in front of 233, that house is empty, has been for sale for months, go through that yard, and err, climb the fence," he explained his idea to me.
"Climb the fence?" I questioned him, being in a bit of disbelief.
"Yes, climb the fence," he repeated.
"I guess," I agreed with much reluctance, but would do anything for him.
In compliance with his plan, I drove around the block, parked my car in front of 233, activated the alarm and walked through this unknown yard to scale the fence in the back. When I reached the fence, I could see the moon light reflecting off of Max's pale face and blond hair.
"Well their you are," he greeted me.
"Here I am," I responded.
We kissed hello through the chained links, and I began my assent of this short fence. Carefully, remembering my days as a child, I stepped slowly up the gate. I kicked one leg over and the other and before I realized how much balance I lost I fell over onto Max who by this time was trying to assist me.
"Oh my god, your nose," I immediately stated my first worries.
"No! My stomach," Max responded.
"Oh my god, your stomach," I repeated.
"I'm fine," Max stated before I could worry anymore.
"Are you sure?" I further questioned standing to my feet.
"Yeah," he said while taking my hands so that I can help him up.
"Maybe I should stop hurting you today," I joked.
"Yeah, my boyfriend gave me broken nose and kneed me in the stomach today," he joked back.
"That bastard," I said, "maybe I should do something to make it better."
"Maybe," Max said, standing their looking absolutely adorable with the huge bandage covering his nose.
With no other words spoken, I leaned in grabbing him by the lower back, to which he tied his wrists to the back of my neck, and I kissed him beneath the moon light.
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"Shh," Max quietly said while we snuck over the hardwood floors that hold the living room.
With each creaking board in this old house, I followed Max through the dining room, up the stairs, down the hall, and to his bedroom. After walking in he carefully shut the door behind us with a turned knob so that the latch would not make a loud clicking. Then he put a few shirts under the gap of his door so that no light from his room would be cast into the hallway.
I sat myself on his bed, and took a few things from my duffel bag before placing it on the floor at the foot of Max's huge bed.
"Why is your bed so much bigger than mine?" I asked him.
"Because I need the space," Max laughed in his response.
"Ohhhh," I responded with sarcasm.
Max walked over to me while I took off my shoes, and sat on the bed next to me. Without wasting any words he leaned into me, with all of his comforting warmth and began to kiss my shoulder. Slowly and carefully, his lips made their way along my shoulder up to my neck. It was quite cold in his room and where his mouth had been began to get a bit cold. I took charge of the situation and positioned myself so that I was leaning over him. By this time he was laying completely with his back flush on the bed. I bent down to kiss him again and with this kiss I felt his hand go up my shirt, and his finger tips slowly explore my hardened nipples.
I immediately switched from kissing his lips to kissing the left side of his neck. His skin is always so soft, and tastes quite good, almost as if he has no sweat glands. I could feel his neck muscles flex in between my lips and tongue, and my excitement could no longer be tamed. Quickly I sat up, pulled my shirt over my head, and waited for him to take his shirt off as well. His partial nudity quickly aroused me and I began to carefully tongue the most beautiful nipples that were at first soft, but became instantly hard with my mouth's advances. Max began to breathe deeply with which he also began to slightly make a bit of sound. I knew that this was his thing, nipples I mean, and knew that if their was one thing that sent him into ecstasy, it was the fondling of his nipples.
All the while I did this he began to run his hands through my thick hair. At first he ran them through, gentle with ease, but quickly he became rough and vigorous in his rubbing of my head. With all my weight I carefully laid down on top of him. Immediately I could feel his excitement pressing through his jeans and into my own excitement. I slowly grinded into him for a moment before I began to make my way down his chest, through his stomach and to the low riding waistline of his jeans. Knowing his body almost as well as I knew my own, I was surprised by the stubble just at the waist line, I did not know then that this was from shaved pubic hair, and not a premature "happy trail".
I went to undue the buckle of his belt to find that it had already been undone. So the next thing, I went for the buttons that stood in place of a zipper. I undid each one as if carefully opening a "questionable" package. This package, though not questionable, I was very excited to open. Having succeeded in undoing his fly I pulled his pants down past his hips to see bright orange boxer-briefs that were pointed straight up. I got off of him for a moment so that he could completely remove his pants. After this was done, I went back down to nibbling on his pulsating anatomy, through his tight underwear.
While doing this, he just began to moan. I felt wetness on my lips and tongue, but it was not my saliva, instead it was wetness from his own excitement. I put the tips of my fingers beneath the waist band and let my head up just long enough to pull down. In removing his underwear, his manhood flopped straight back up, making a slapping sound as is landed on his stomach in the previous position. Noticing that he had shaved down their, I'm not sure why, but I became overly excited and began to grind myself into his shins below.
First I slowly used the tip of my tongue to lick the wrinkled skin that protected his testicles. He slowly gained a rhythm of pushing his hips forward and pulling them back, so that one moment my tongue was barely touching skin, and the next my entire mouth was pressed against it. Quickly I made my way up the shaft of his penis, to his moans and took it all in without a single caution.
"Mmmmm.....Ricky.....Ohhhhh," Max moaned from ecstasy while completely entangling his fingers into my hair.
I only responded by working him harder, faster, and with as much tongue as possible. I made a random motion of licking the head, and taking it all as deep as it would go. He began to thrust harder into my mouth, and shake as I knew what was to happen next.
As if in slow motion, I could feel each warm spurt, as it splattered onto my tongue and throat. I could hear him moaning, and feel him almost violently shaking as he orgasmed with each spurt seeming to be that much stronger then the one before it.
Before I knew it, he was all calmed down and resting again on his bed. Still in my mouth, he did not go limp.
I let up off of him, and began to kiss his stomach as he wrapped his hands again around my neck.
I....err...swallowed his pride and went up for another kiss.
"Could we try something new?" He barely whispered, asking me this question.
"Anything," I whispered back.
He moved forward, which was my cue to get off of him. He got out of bed, his naked body so cute, and went for the armoire in the corner. I could barely see what he was doing as it was dark, but knew he was returning on hearing a drawer close. He climbed back in bed and wiggled his way back underneath me.
"Okay," I responded to this in great confusion.
"Here take this," he said to me handing me what appeared to be, in shadow, an oddly shaped bottle of some sorts.
"What is this?" I asked him trying to read the label.
"Lube," he responded.
To my shock and awe, I quickly came to the assumption that I was going to do something I had never done tonight.
"Are you sure this is something you want to try?" I asked him in the point that I had to be absolutely sure we were not about to partake in something he would come to regret.
"Oh yeah," he responded to my inquiries.
Then he raised his legs into the air, resting his ankles on my shoulders.
When opening the tip of the plastic bottle, the cheap smell of grapes began to engulf the room. First I put some of the slimy substance on the tip of my finger and rubbed it around a little bit, so that the whole finger was full of it. Slowly and as carefully as possible, I took that same finger and inserted it into Max. The warmth was incredible, and he tightened around it, letting out another moan.
After his grip let up a bit, I slowly began to push my finger in and pull it out. I kept a rhythm until I was certain he was prepared for a second finger.
"Oh yes, two," he moaned when I did this.
All the while my fingers loosened him up, my free hand began to work my own anatomy with the slimy grape smelling substance. I had to gain control of myself as the idea of this about to happen was almost enough to send me over the edge.
I took my fingers from out of him and placed both hands on the bed, either side of max. His legs still draped over my shoulders, I put the tip of my head at his warm opening.
I looked at him, he looked at me, no words spoken I knew that this is something he definitely wanted.
Very slowly I pushed into him. His eyes widen and his head pushed back into his pillow as he grabbed me by my arms. I continued to push into him as it seemed he pushed into me. Upon being all the way in, I literally saw stars. I could not explain with words the immense pleasure being inside of Max caused me.
At first the rhythm I picked up was extremely slow. Despite my own excitement I did not want to cause him any pain. After he relaxed a bit I picked up the pace and began to pull out more, and push in harder.
That mischievous smile crept across his face as his eyes closed and moon light engulfed his head. He was liking it, liking what I was doing to him. I was loving it. The pleasures of almost sliding out, just to quickly go back in to the depths of his warmth.
At first I thought that this was just great, nothing besides his love would ever top this feeling, that is until he took charge of the situation. Never withdrawing we rolled so that he was on top, and I lying on the bed below. He began to ride me, almost violently. This being a side I have never seen in him. It almost scared me, but more made me excited. I could not bare it any longer, seeing him stretch and pull, feeling him stretch and pull.
I am a bit shamed to say, but you must understand the pleasure was way to much for any living being to handle. After five minutes of being inside of Max Thieriot, I shot my own orgasm into the depths of unknown darkness. Pulling the pillow over my head so that my noises would not be heard. Pushing as far into Max as possible while thrusting my hips forward. I did not know if I was going to pass out or not, I just knew that this was it. This is all that I would ever need.