Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2012 06:18:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Another Ordinary Guy Final Chapter

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Another Ordinary Guy
Chapter Fifteen

`Tessa's Kiss' opened to rave reviews. All of Ricky's friends wanted to
celebrate with him after the curtain fell, but he and Joey wanted no part
of it. They went home, kissed each other good night and went to sleep. The
show opened on a Saturday night. The second performance was not scheduled
until Monday evening. When the box office opened on Monday morning, there
was a waiting line two blocks long to purchase tickets. Advance ticket
sales assured a six month run, but the demand for tickets went beyond a
year and, as of opening night, tickets were printed for only one year in
advance. That would have to be remedied quickly.

Mama and Papa had come in for the opening, but were staying at a
hotel. Ricky's sisters and husbands drove back to Philadelphia that very
evening.  Larry made a brunch reservation at the Plaza Hotel for Sunday
morning at 11 AM. He invited (besides him and Red, Ricky and Joey) Bill and
Teddy, Joe and Tim, Sven and Brett, and of course Mama and Papa Alberto
were guests of honor.

When Papa saw Red, he grabbed him in a bone crushing bear hug, and kissed
him on both cheeks. "You know how much I love you," he said, "but I had to
restrain myself not to jump up on the stage and strangle you with my bare
hands. You are such a good actor, mi amigo."

"Thank you, Papa. Coming from you, that's a better compliment than any
critic could give me." Red was blushing, something he rarely did.

Whoever came into the restaurant recognized Ricky immediately, and he was
beset with requests for autographs. Several patrons even recognized Red and
asked for his autograph as well. Ricky was growing more and more
miserable. So much for being an ordinary guy. He couldn't wait for the
brunch to come to an end.

At the first opportunity, he got a cab for his parents to take them to the
airport for their trip back to Florida. He excused himself, and asked Joey
if they could please go home.

"You might at least thank Larry first," Joey whispered in his ear.

"Hey guys," Sven yelled after Mama and Papa were gone, "how about we all
meet in The Village tonight for the drag show?"

Everyone thought it was a great idea, but Ricky excused himself saying that
he was just too exhausted.

"Why don't you go along, honey?" Ricky encouraged Joey.

"No. I don't want to leave you alone. You're tired and it's my job to take
off your shoes, and put on your slippers."

"Why thank you Eliza."

"You're welcome, Professor Higgins."

As the crowd started to break up, Sven said, "If you change your minds,
fellas, you know where you'll find us. Ricky, Babe," he added, "You really
should try to have some fun once in a while. I think that getting killed on
stage every night is going to exhaust you. Leave the emotion behind you on
the stage."

Good advice, but Ricky was in no mood to accept anyone's words of
wisdom. When they got home, Ricky collapsed on the sofa. "I'm so tired," he
said. "I'm sorry about tonight."

Joey sat down next to Ricky and put his arm around Ricky's
shoulder. Ricky's head fell on Joey's chest. "I never wanted this," he
sobbed. "I just want peace and quiet."

"You would slowly die if you couldn't perform on a stage, so don't give me
that bull shit."

"I'd be so happy if I could perform, and then go home unrecognized, without
anyone making a fuss over me. Performing is simply my job, like welding or
driving a bus. Why don't people leave me alone? I just want to lead an
ordinary life."

"Ricky you are not an ordinary guy and you never will be. Do you realize
what an extraordinary gift God gave you? Do you have an inkling of how many
people you make happy every single day? For the time they sit in your
theater, or at your concert, or listen to one of your recordings, you take
them to a better place, and make them happy. I'm no philosopher, but maybe
your cross to bear is to make the world happy, at the expense of your own
happiness."

"Are you trying to convince the jury, Counselor?"

"No. Just you. Grin and bear it, my love. It's your destiny."

"Joey, honey. I need you to make love to me all the rest of the day and
into the night until we fall asleep totally exhausted."

"If you are trying to punish me for making you look at yourself in the
mirror, it won't work. Not only is it a pleasure, but it's a privilege for
me to make love to the most extraordinary man in the world. You will never
be ordinary as far as I am concerned."

As Joey said that, he put his lips on Ricky's lips, and he put his hand on
Ricky's crotch.

"You know what?" Ricky asked. "I think we both need a shower."

They made love all the rest of the day, starting in the shower. They fucked
each other using gentle Ivory Soap as a lubricant. Then they took it to the
bedroom, where they went back and forth sucking each other's cocks, until
finally they could not hold back any longer. After a little rest, it was
back in the shower. This time they washed and soaped each other, but there
was no sex play. Then back in bed again, for a little rest.

Joey woke first and Ricky stirred right after him. It was 6 PM.

"Are you feeling better, Mr. Extraordinary?" Joey asked.

"Much better."

"Then let's dress. I'll treat you to a fine dinner, and then I think we
should join our friends in The Village. Darling, I love you to death, but
until you get over this crazy idea that you want to be an ordinary guy, and
begin to accept the fact that you are anything but ordinary, you will not
find peace."

"Intellectually, I know you're right, but emotionally, I'll have to work on
getting used to fame."

"Please work on it, for me."

They went to a small neighborhood restaurant, out of the public eye. If
anyone recognized Ricky, they didn't invade his privacy. Ricky was glad
that they could dine in peace for a change. Joey called Sven from the
restaurant, and told him that they would meet the gang at the gay bar.

They all had a ball at the drag show, and were generous in shoving dollar
bills into the performers' G-strings. A few of the patrons recognized
Ricky, but didn't bother him. They just nodded. They were true New Yorkers,
not tourists. Tourists would have besieged him. Ricky was grateful for the
restrained way these people reacted to seeing him, and he really began to
relax. He had a wonderful time, and in the end, he was glad that he
came. Maybe he could tame the curse of fame, after all. But he knew it
would take a long time.

His first test came Monday evening after the show. There was a private limo
at the stage door waiting to take him home, but as he walked out on the
street, he was overrun by paparazzi. Ordinarily, he would duck and make a
bee line for his car, and hastily retreat out of there as quickly as
possible. Not today. He chatted cordially with the reporters and
photographers, and allowed them to take as many pictures as they wanted. He
even mugged for the camera.

Sitting in the limo afterwards, he thought to himself that he had actually
had fun with those pests. More amazing, they even seemed to be very
friendly. He always considered them to be a rude bunch. Ricky was beginning
to feel much more relaxed about being famous. Best of all, he knew that
when he got home, Joey would be there.

Joey was the man he loved. Joey never looked at Ricky as an idol. Nobody
saw Ricky the way Joey did. To Joey, Ricky was the ordinary guy, he always
wanted to be. When he was cumming in Joey's mouth, Rick always yelled,
"Don't stop, Love. Please don't stop. I'm almost there." That's what
ordinary lovers say.

When Joey's cock was ramming up Ricky's ass he always yelled, "Harder,
honey. Give it to me harder." That's what ordinary lovers say.

They kissed like ordinary guys with open mouths and dueling tongues.

They had busy schedules, but they always had breakfast at home. They
alternated who cooked, and then the other cleaned up. That's what ordinary
lovers do.

Ricky rarely ate dinner before a performance, so whenever he could, Joey
met him after the show and they had a late snack together. They shared
their lives as ordinary lovers. They shared their friends just like all the
other gay couples they knew.

Joey never stopped telling Ricky how extraordinary he was, but in their
private lives, he treated Ricky like any other loving guy would. For that,
Ricky was grateful, and he loved Joey more every day.

The limo dropped him off in front of his apartment building. As he stood
facing the building, a strange feeling came over him. This feeling, or
maybe it was an emotion, was foreign to him. He felt such serenity
throughout his whole body that he started to cry. In a moment, he would
open his front door. Joey would come running, embracing him and kissing him
passionately.

For at least the evening and the night, until the rat race resumed in the
morning, he would be just another ordinary guy.


The End