Ricky Ullman In Love Chapter 2 By DeGobln
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 and meant for fantasy. Oh yes and if it is illegal to read such material as a factor of age, law, or ordinance....discontinue reading.
ALSO: I know this web site usually 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.
This is my first time ever doing anything like this so if you have any questions, comments, or honest criticism. Please send them to degobln@yahoo.com and list "Ricky Ullman In Love" as the subject so I know it's not spam.
Max. His name rang like a hundred bells with half of what I perceived. Everywhere I looked, Things I smelt, foods I tasted, softness I touched; all reminded me of him. I thought about him in the morning wondering what he did when he woke up. In the afternoon, wondering if he were working on some other project. I imagined him at night as he unwinds and finds comfort in ending his day.
Max. I thought a lot about Max. I thought of many things while trying to forget him. Actually I wondered more than I thought. I did like him a lot, but honestly knew little about him. The internet does not have much information. Nor does the internet have any pictures of him other then movie stills; well with the exception of one black and white that was taken when he was a kid. I craved much more then what information was at my disposal. I made it a personal and private goal to learn as much about him as possible.
In the meantime and aside from my search for knowledge, there is a life outside of this weird obsession I have. There are many things that make me a person besides the way in which I view others.
First I am an intelligent person and enjoy the arts. I like the theater and especially enjoy a good musical. I have been in a few musicals before, nothing that received national attention, but I almost won an award for one of my performances.
I love being on stage or in front of a camera. There is something about this form of expression that has come so natural to me. Indeed there is a reason as to why I am doing this, almost as if it were destiny that I would be an actor. It seems almost as if acting has been the one thing keeping me whole.
I also like to read, and love to relax. Get-a ways are great but vacations are better. It is that time of year that I am starting to feel the need to go somewhere warm, with a beach and an ocean. A place I can relax and sort of blend in unnoticed, and free from prying eyes. It was due time anyway, that I go away awhile for some therapeutic r & r.
I did not go to far, but further south and further off from most tourists and spring breakers destinations. I looked to that map and the internet, and decided it would be Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, where I would go. Not altogether too far, as I have said before, but far enough to blend in-maybe.
So as I peered down at California as if it were a living map, I sat in my seat with anticipation and a knot in my stomach. It seemed exciting to get away, and not have to worry about being obligated on my arrival. I gazed out the window the entire flight, with great interest as to what things might exist over the next horizon.
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I arrived at the Hotel about two on a Wednesday afternoon. I had never been to this town before now, but the scenery was tropical, beautiful as was the hotel I stood before. It's called Paradise Village, and sits on a sort of peninsula bluntly strutting out into the pure blue of the Pacific Ocean. Palm trees adorn the landscape as do exotic birds and people from the world over. It was a perfect setting for the escape I strongly desired and definitely needed.
"Hi I'm checking in," I greeted one of the people behind the front desk.
At first he just stared at me. Not really in a judgmental way but in a way that seemed to not believe I would be checking in. I do think most people should know about things before they react, but I could not blame the guy. There I stood all five feet six inches, and looking very young for my age. I stood their with two mismatched duffle bags cris-crossing my chest, and wore faded jeans and a blue t-shirt. I looked like a kid; I knew this, but still.
"...and your last name sir?" He asked me seeming to just then give me the benefit of the doubt.
"Ullman," I shortly responded putting my credit card and two other forms of i.d. on the counter before him.
"I should have a king bedded suite, non-smoking with an ocean view," I added while he searched his records for my reservation.
"Ah yes, Mr. Raviv Ullman," He said looking down at the monitor through his reading glasses and back to me over the tops of the frames.
"That would be me," I smiled as a formality of social gesture.
I watched as he took my information and credit card number. I observed the lobby while waiting patiently for my keys.
"Do you have any special requests?" He asked in a thick accent that spoke fluent English.
"Actually yes, I am an actor in the United States and I want all information about me to remain private, especially my room number," I requested.
"Certainly Mr. Ullman," He responded to my request.
"These are your room keys, you are in number 502," he said handing me a pamphlet with the 2 cards inside of it.
"Javier here will help you with your bags and show you to your room," He said while a younger man came up to take my duffel bags.
"If there is anything else we can do to make your stay more pleasurable, please do not hesitate to both call us here at the front desk or the concierge, and enjoy your stay," The front desk attendant finished checking me in.
I thanked him and tipped him one hundred dollars to etch the fact in stone that I am someone who really wanted his privacy.
On arrival to my room I tipped "Javier" at the door and walked in alone. Upon opening the door I was nearly assaulted by the ocean that came through the room. There was a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms and two bedrooms. Wrapped around was a balcony that over looked the ocean in a spectacular view. I smiled looking down at the palm trees. I felt immediately relaxed in a gaze only high enough to see everything I needed to see. I leaned against the rail for a bit, looking around, not for long though my stomach reminded me that I was hungry and had not eaten since the morning.
I went to the nice restaurant off the lobby for a very late lunch. I had tacos with steak meat, and a margarita. After I ate I went upstairs to change into something more comfortable, something more compatible with the beach then jeans and tennis shoes. I went for a walk down the coast. Slowly barefoot through the warm sand holding my sandals, then to the water line feeling cold waves brush over and partially bury my feet with sand. It was great.
I found myself this evening sitting alone watching the biggest sun I have seen in a long time, setting behind the blue western horizon. I watched two whales of unknown species swimming in the distance, and I was very happy.
I went out that night to a small piano bar. Tomorrow I would be much more adventurous, today was just to set the mood. Sleep would find me quite easily that night, though Max came too thought several times.
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I woke up early the next morning and immediately jumped into the shower to wake up. A brand new day called for a walk on an empty beach. It was not a long walk, breakfast called when I came across a sea-side restaurant just opening. I ate that morning wasting no time getting back to my exploration of the beaches north of the hotel.
This morning I went parasailing. It was very neat let me tell you. Very, invigorating, and it was beyond exciting. After my adventures of being dragged by a boat and tied to a parachute I made my way back to the hotel for lunch. It was a bright day and walking in to the hotel I found it a bit hard to see, due to lighting differences, and found myself deep in thought. Of course, you should know by now that I was thinking of...
"OOF," I heard the male's voice as we collided.
Feeling totally embarrassed, I could not look at him right off, nor could I really see what he looked like any way.
"What a small world," Max said smiling.
In just that moment my eyes immediately focused on him, and they widen in astonishment. No way was who I was seeing Max. But it was. Imagine the chances, and odds, and things both of us did since the premiere that lead us to standing in front of each other in the lobby of the same hotel. Irony is that we bump into each other as if it were the first time all over again.
"Hi Max, how are you?" I asked him smiling sincerely glad to see him.
"I've been great, how are you Ricky?" he smiled back.
"I am very good!" I replied unable to break my huge grin.
There was a twinkle in his beautiful eyes as he stared back at mine. I saw so much in him when our eyes met, something strong and unbelievably attractive in every way.
Maybe it was forever that I saw in his eyes. Definitely too soon to say, but for certain, their seemed to be great things in Max Thieriot's soul. Things most are only capable of dreaming of.
I still can't help but compliment as to how physically perfect he is. His face is of beauty, eyes of a saint, an innocent nose, soft alluring lips, and a jaw line that frames the picture perfectly. Max had no flaws, except not having flaws, because no one is perfect. He may not be perfect, but very close to contending.
"So what have you been up to?" I asked
"Same things as usual," he said with quick partial nods of the head.
"Me too," I agreed.
"So what brings you here?" He asked me looking at the floor.
"Oh I really needed to get away," I answered strongly emphasizing the word; really.
"What about you?" I inquired still smiling and slanting my head to the side.
"I'm here with the family," he half smiled and shrugged his shoulders embarrassed of this admittance.
"That's cool," I assured him.
"What about you...are you...here with any body?" Max asked a bit taken by shyness with his own words.
"Nope, I'm here alone," I half smiled and shrugged my shoulders embarrassed of this admittance.
"That's cool," He assured me.
He Laughed. I laughed. We both smiled. We both gazed into each other.
"So, Max...what are you doing now?" I nervously asked him.
"Well, Ricky I was thinking of getting something to eat, but I can't find anyone," he said with a sly smile then looking over my shoulder.
"Oh, well, I was about to get something to eat, I mean if you want, I'll eat with you," I tried my best to not stumble over my words.
"Oh that would be great," he nodded with his eyes wide open, before catching himself in another form of blushing.
So it was settled, Max and I were on our way to have lunch together. No words could explain what my mind was going through. Everything! I think I knew then as I followed him to the restaurant that I was going to find out everything I could about him.
I still knew that I should now pursue this. I wish I could say that by this point I had no intentions of making anything more then a friend of Max's. By this point however, despite everything I said I would never do, I decided to go for it. I decided to go for him. Max Thieriot. Strange how quickly we change our beliefs when attraction is involved.
I watched him as he ate. Weird as I am I had to observe his every move. His etiquette perfectly was balanced from not being obscenely unmannered, to not being overly stuffy. His mannerisms were perfect and his consideration seemed astounding for that of a human beings.
I found him to be intelligent, and have great articulation with everything he said. I watched him speak as his facial gestures completely painted a picture of the feel of what he was explaining. I watched as the words rolled from his tongue as if he and he alone were born to speak these words. I listened with great interest, as the sound of his voice graced my ears with every bit of important information gatherable.
Damn was I fond of him. I became very attracted to him. His words became befuddled and confused, but then, in a room full of chatter, all I could hear was him; speaking to me. In a room full of faces, all I could see was his, looking at me.
I wanted to say so many things to him, but I really could not form those ideas, and thoughts into actual words. Besides it was too soon for me to say anything of the type to him, someone I barely knew, but felt like I knew.
We finished lunch and went for a walk together, talking some more. I was disappointed to find out that he would be leaving the following day, their vacation was over.
Saying bye, I was not as disappointed as I was the last time I left his presence. This time I had the new mind set, to get his number, and make indefinite plans of meeting again in L.A. This time good bye was not for good!
The rest of my vacation went great. I went out to a few clubs, and bars, and did a lot of tourist type things. I relaxed by the beach with a good book, and caught a very small performance of "streetcar". All in all, this vacation proved successful in changing me just a little bit as a person. This vacation, took me just a few steps closer to being beyond content.
I was not yet one-hundred percent, completely sure, of his attraction for me as mine is for him. Honestly I have to consider the fact that he could just be a very friendly heterosexual male, and I being weird by reading to much into his kindness. With this insecurity aside, I knew deep down inside what the truth was.
They say that when you find the one, you just know.