Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 11:54:00 EST
From: Mnn51480@aol.com
Subject: OnTheVergeOfEctasy Revision 3

Dear reader,

This story contains explicit homosexual acts.  This story is not intended
for minors and is read at the reader's own discretion.  The following story
can be copied for your own private use.  Any other use of this story is up
to me.  Please respect me and I'll respect you.  This is my first time
writing this kind of story.  This is the first part of my long story.  Be
patient.  Patient is a virtue and will be rewarded.  I hope you all like my
story and please e-mail me at mnn51480@aol.com for any comments or
suggestions.  This story as you all have guessed is a fiction.  I do not
make any inference on the singer's sexuality.

Drake


On The Verge of Ecstasy

	On a windy autumn day in October, I was strolling down a street in
Boston.  I saw a poster that announced the arrival of Tommy Ngo.  He was to
sing at a club in Downtown, Boston.  This person has such an aura around
him that any guy would be attracted to him.  I looked at the paper,
especially his face, and told myself that there is no way in the world I
could meet a guy like him.  Anyway, I continue to walk down Boylston
Street.  It was getting quite dark.  I turned right on a narrow alley.
Suddenly, the skies turn gray and rain started pouring down really hard.
And anyone who lives in Boston would know what I mean.  I quickly took
cover under the roof of a building.
	Out of nowhere, I see a man stumbling through the alley.  He seems
to be very depressed and in anguish.  I can tell that he's been drinking.
Being a nice person, I come over to check to see if the person is alright.
I look down and I am staring into the face of Tommy Ngo.  I couldn't
believe it!  Isn't he supposed to be at the club singing?  What is he doing
stumbling around in an alley?  Maybe he's depressed with his recent divorce
with Linda Trang Dai.  I didn't bother the poor man with those questions.
I don't want him to feel more depress.  I couldn't find out where his hotel
was so I called a taxi and took him to my house.  Now, don't read between
the lines.  Even though I fantasize about him doesn't mean I am going to
take advantage of him while he's drunk.  I have self-control you know.
	So, there we are at my house.  I carry him in and got him out of
his wet clothes.  I make him put on my clothes.  The poor guy is shivering
from the cold rain.  I make him some hot tea.  When I came back to the
room, he is sound asleep.  His expression tells me that he hasn't seen much
luck.  I feel bad for him.  The guy is so rich yet so sad.  It's true that
money can't buy happiness.  Anyway, I put the tea on the table near the
bed.  I went over and lift him onto my lap so I could get some hot tea into
him.  Gosh, he feels so heavy.  This guy must weigh twice my weight.  I
take the spoon from the teacup and scoop some tea onto the spoon.  I bring
it to his lips and manage to get some in.  Most of it just drips down the
side of his mouth.  I take a tissue and wipe the side of his face.  I
manage to make him drink the whole cup of tea without losing the oxygen in
my body from his weight.  I say "good night" to him and left the room.

	The next day, I was very surprised that he woke up before me.  He
was walking around wondering how did he end up at a house like mine.  I
walk in and there he was, a little confused.  I told him that I found him
stumbling through an alley in Downtown, Boston.  I told him I carried him
home.  He asked me "how did you manage to carry me and I weigh around 250
pounds?"  I answered, "I just do."  He doesn't know the half of it.  I said
to him that I wish he is feeling better.  He said, "I am fine, thank you
for your concern."  I told him that if there is anything I could do to help
him I would.  He said "yeah, I need to take a cab toward my hotel.  I have
to go back to LA."  At those words I feel sad.  My fantasy came true but it
didn't last long.  I liked him a lot but I don't know whether he have
feelings for me.  Maybe not, he is heterosexual and I am homosexual.  We
just don't mix.  I looked into his eyes.  His eyes glitter like the "Heart
of the Ocean".  I feel drawn toward him.  I wanted to tell him how much I
loved him; that I would do anything to be by his side.  His eyes tell me
that he's sad.  Sad from what?  I can't ask him that question, I don't want
to make him feel depress.  He is the treasure of my life.

Oh, lover of my life.  Can you hear me?  We are so close but yet so far.
You're in my life and now you're taken away from me?  What would I do
without you?  What can I do?  Destiny has brought us together.  Will I ever
see you again?  Will I live alone and wish that you were by my side?  Let
us tie our love with our feelings.  Tell me how you feel.  Tell me what is
in your heart.  Let me make all your troubles go away.  Oh, the pain in my
heart.  Why do I feel so helpless?

	He noticed that I was looking at him, adoring him.  I looked at his
face and couldn't make out how he felt at that instant.  He told me that he
have to go on tours throughout the United States.  He said his manager is
going to be really mad if he does not hear from him.  I called the cab.  It
should be here in 15 minutes.  Is that enough time?  Is that enough time
for me to express my feelings for him?  He went to change back to his old
pair of clothing.  He again thanked me for "rescuing" him from despair.  We
sat next to each other on the couch.  He told me that as a reward for
"saving" him that I could go to his next concert for free.  He gave me his
phone number and told me to call him to remind him.  Just call whenever I
want to go to his concert.  He'll send me a plane ticket and one concert
ticket.  Then, we sat in silent.  Rapid thoughts come through my head.  Oh
no, he is leaving me.  I wanted to tell him how much I loved him but I do
not have the guts to.  My heart is pounding.  My head is pounding.  Why
can't I express my love to him?  Oh, mouth why do you fail me when I need
you most.  I look at my watch and fall to despair.  Oh no, my time is up.
He is going to leave me; he is going to leave me forever.  I opened my
mouth to say "Tommy, I.."  then "wish you good luck on your ride back to
LA."  No, those weren't the words I was looking for.  He thanked me again
and stepped out the front door.  I went to my window and saw him got in the
cab.  I looked out into the front window.  He looked at me, waving.  I
waved back.  Frozen in place, frozen by my cowardice for expressing my true
feelings.  I felt angry with myself.  Why?!  Why can't you say, "I love
you" to him?
	I pace back and forth during the next few months wondering what to
do.  After all he gave me his phone number and I cannot not call him.  So,
I called him.  "Finally," I said to myself.  Tommy Ngo picks up the phone.
He said in a deep soothing voice "Hello?"  I was ecstatic.  Just to hear
his voice is like a thousand angels singing.  I said in a small tone,
"Hello?"  He couldn't hear me so he repeats his question.  I raise my voice
and said, "Hi Tommy, remember me?"  He answers, "Of course, I always
remember my hero."  Uuuuuuh, he could always make someone feel loved.  He
asks me why it took me so long to call him to ask for the favor.  He was
wondering maybe I didn't like to go to his concert.  I quickly respond,
"No, that's not the reason."  He said he would send me the ticket as soon
as possible.  We chatted on the phone for sometimes asking each other how
things are going and all that.  But things did not go any farther than
that.  After I hung up the phone, I told myself maybe I should enjoy my
time with him while I have the chance.  Maybe we won't see each other
again, not ever..
	The next month I was on my way to see Tommy's concert.  I took my
best clothing with me.  Of course!  But I could tell our time together will
not last long.  Just like Cinderella.  The fantasy will disappear at the
strike of twelve.  This will be my last chance to make him fall for me.  I
am placing my life in destiny's hands.  I want to move him like heaven
moves earth. After five hours on the airplane, my ass is starting to mold
to the seat.  Finally, the plane landed.  I went to get my luggage and went
to the bus terminal to catch a bus to the hotel.  I was walking toward the
bus stop when I see a black Mercedes pull up next to me.  The person rolls
down the tinted window.  I almost dropped my luggage when I saw who was the
driver.  It's Tommy!  I can't believe it.  I thought he would be busy
preparing for the concert.  He told me to climb in.  He said he wouldn't
miss the chance of repaying his savoir.  I smiled and blushed bright red.
He smiled back at me. I looked into those heavenly eyes.  I could almost
melt right there in the front seat; melt like chocolate on a very hot day
if you get my meaning.  Instead of driving me to register for a hotel room,
he drove me back to his condo.
	We went in and I look around.  I was not surprised by its grandeur
and beauty.  What I didn't see was a wedding picture of his wife and him.
I didn't ask about it.  He told me to make myself my comfortable and went
to get me a drink.  He brought back two glasses and offered me a drink.  I
sipped some and it suddenly struck me that it was Johnny Walker.  This is a
very expensive wine.  Tommy has good taste for everything.  I led me up to
my room and helped me unpack.  He told me if there is any favor I liked
just ask him.  He said that I should rest before tonight's concert.  I
smiled back and thank him for this "favor."  He smiled and left.  I just
dropped backward on the bed and made a deep sigh.  I can't believe I am in
my favorite singer's house.  Tommy returned to see if I was alright because
he heard a thud on the ceiling.  He saw me lying on the bed.  I said I was
fine just a little excited.  He flashed me that wicked smile and left.
Suddenly, I was wondering whether he noticed I was gay yet.  I dropped a
lot of signs about my sexuality but he didn't seem to notice.  Maybe he is
just ignoring them.  Oh well.  Anyway, I unpacked my clothing and went to
bed so that I have enough energy for this special event in my life.
	I was having a dream about me getting married to Tommy.  It wasn't
public.  It was just between the two of us.  He and I swear that we will
always love and cherish each other.  I felt a tap on my shoulder and slowly
open my eyes.  Tommy was standing over me saying, "I hate to wake you up.
You look so happy when you sleep.  But we have that concert to go to,
remember?"  I told him I remember.  I'd definitely like to continue that
dream.  I took a shower and dressed.  Tommy and I both jumped into the
black Mercedes and drove to the stadium for his concert.  I was blown away!
This stadium is huge and all the seats are filled.  The guard at the door
asked who I was and Tommy replied that I have "special privilege."  The
guard let us through.  He said he reserved a special spot for me at the
front and that he had to change so he'll see me soon.  I was escorted to my
seat and at this location I could see everything.  Twenty minutes later,
Tommy came out and the fans screamed and howl.  I was so excited that I
screamed louder than the two girls next to me.  They look at me and they
were so excited that we screamed in unison.  He sang ten songs and the last
song was very special.  I'll never forget the way he sang it.  He
occasionally looks at me when he was singing.  What was I doing?  Well, I
almost burst out crying because my eyes are clouding up with tears.  I feel
so much of his love but questioned whether it was a lover's love.  The last
song he sang was "Eyes On Me."  His voice is so incredible.  This is how
the lyrics go:





You never sang my songs, on this date, on my own.  You never said my words,
wishing they would be heard.  I saw you smiling at me, was it real or just
my fantasy?  You'd always be there in that corner, of this time, a little
far.  My last night here for you, same old songs just once more.  My last
night here with you, maybe yes maybe no.  I kind of liked it your way, how
you shined your eyes on me.  Did you ever know, that I had mine on you?

Darlin' so there you are, with that look on your face.  As if you're never
hurt, as if you're never down.  Should I be the one for you who pictures us
softly but sure?  Tell me, I would know that you're what I am dreaming.

So let me come to you, close as I want to be.  Close enough for me, to feel
your heart beating fast.  You say or else I'd whisper how I love your
peaceful eyes on me.  Did you ever know, that I had mine on you?

Darlin' so share with me your love if you enough.  The tears that you're
holding back are pain if that's what it is.  How can I let you know I am
more than the look and the voice?  Just reach me out there; you would know
that you're what I am dreaming.

	As the concert ends, I dry my eyes so Tommy wouldn't know I almost
cried.  I meet Tommy after the concert and said, "That was an awesome
concert!  Your voice is incredible!"  He just flash me that gorgeous smile.
Uuuuuuuh.  I suddenly feel light in the head.  I couldn't believe how much
this guy could affect me physically.  We drove back to his condominium.  I
went up to my room.  Tommy was downstairs.  Suddenly, the environment
around me turns quiet and sad.  I have to leave tomorrow and I'll never see
Tommy again.  I walk to the window and open it.  I stood gazing out into
the starlit night.  I gazed up into the sky and saw a falling star.  Oh
star, bring my lover to me.  Aphrodite hear my prayer to you, grant this
love so pure and true.  Tears drip down the sides of my face.  Silently, I
wept for my lost love.
	"Are you ok?"  asks Tommy.  I turned around surprised to find him
behind me.  "Yes, Tommy." I answered.  He wrapped me in his arms to hug me.
This gentle gesture surprised me.  I look up into his crystal clear eyes.
He returns my gaze with his.  He slowly moves in to kiss me on the lips and
at the same time looking at me.  His full, smooth, wet, and gentle lips
touch mine.  I press closer.  There we are standing near the window kissing
under the starlit night.  His kiss tells me that everything will be
alright.  He leads me to the bed and sat me down.  He tells me that he fell
for me the first time we met (that is after he was sober from drinking.)
Like me, he does not have enough courage to ask.  But he finally got the
courage to make his first move.  I guess the window scene gave him the
courage to do so.  After all the explaining, he asks, "Would you like
dinner?"  "Sure." I said.  We went into his kitchen.  I was struck by the
decoration of the room.  On the table are two long candles lit and it was
set with beautiful dinnerware.  "Shall we eat?" asks Tommy.  "Sure (still
awe- stricken by everything)" I said.  Tommy came over to sit me down.  I
thanked him and kiss him on his smooth-skin cheek close to his lips.  So,
we had dinner.  After that he asked me if I would like to dance with him in
techno dance music.  I can't refuse, can I?  He turned on Jennifer
Paige-Always You song.  Near to the end of the music, we dance closer and
closer to each other.  Until Tommy wraps around me in his arms and we are
dancing as a couple, moving in rhythm.  His arms are so huge they are like
tree trunks.  They pull me in for a loving embrace.  He is strong yet
gentle in every way.
	We go out to the balcony of his condo to get some fresh air.  It is
so warm outside.  We sat down and he huddles close to me.  We talk about
everything.  We talk about how we feel toward each other.  I ask him, "What
will the future holds for us?"  He said, "Well, a lot more than you think."
While replying, he looks at me as if asking for an agreement on his
statement.  I recognize this and nod.  He asks me if I want to come and
live with him in his condo or maybe we could move to a new house.  Here we
are talking about all this planning for the future and I suddenly realize
all the irrational things I am doing; like moving in with a guy whom I just
met for one day, planning our future together, and laying down our own
destiny.  But I knew that the first time I met him, it was magical and
still is.  I knew that we are meant for each other.  I would put my future
on the line for him and I am sure that he will do the same for me.  By the
time we finish talking it was already three o'clock in the morning.  We
went to his room to sleep.
	Tommy's room really fits his style.  It's fit for a king.
Everything in there is placed where they should be.  Tommy removed his
Khaki pants with only his boxer remaining.  His boxer if anyone is curious
is made of silk and is black.  I did the same.  We climbed into his bed
together.  He gathers me to him.  I rest my head on his muscular chest.  I
could feel his heart beat.  When my skin contacts his, a furnace is turned
on inside both of our bodies.  A lot of body heat is generated in both of
us.  I gently massage his muscular chest and reached for his full nipples.
I circled them with my index fingers.  He lets out a groan of ecstasy.  I
raise my head and kiss him on his lips.  I use my lips to tug on his lower
lip.  I am a very good kisser although I have not had much practice.  Tommy
leans his head back and arches his back.  He looks at me as if asking
whether I want to go right into the sex ritual.  I lovingly say, "I am
sorry Tommy, I want my first time with you to be special.  Maybe we should
wait until our honeymoon."  He smiles and nods in agreement.  I return my
head to his chest and we both start to dose off.  Each of us dreaming of
the same dream, a beautiful future ahead of us.
	The next day we make plans to move into our new house.  It took
about a week but we finally moved in.  "So, what's next?" asks Tommy.  "I
don't know..." I answered and kiss him on the lips.  We are probably
kissing what it seems like decades.  I break the kiss and said "Let's save
it for the honeymoon (smirk)."  Another week pass by and we are getting
married.  I am really nervous about the whole situation and so is Tommy.
It took us forever to find a priest who would agree to do a gay wedding.
On that day, Tommy and I are changing in our separate rooms.  The music
starts to play and Tommy walks to the front of the red carpet.  After that
it is my turn.  I walk out onto the carpet with this big grin on my face.
I look at Tommy and I almost fainted.  He is looking soooooo fine!  I mean
this guy has on a Chinese tuxedo with short collar.  The most upper part of
his dress shirt is unbuttoned to reveal a part of his smooth, tan and
massive chest.  His tuxedo is black and he is wearing a white dress shirt.
The collar of his white dress shirt sticks out from the top of his black
tuxedo.  My tuxedo is white and I am wearing white dress shirt with same
style.  The priest makes his speech and we both say yes.  Tommy inserts a
pure silver platinum ring onto my ring finger.  I did the same for him and
did not wait for the priest to say, "Now you can kiss your husband."  I
move closer to Tommy and look at his eyes.  I place a deep kiss on his wet
and smooth lips.  After kissing him, I place my head on his shoulders and
we move out onto the dance floor.  The glow ball starts spinning.  We dance
in each other's arms and we are holding hands throughout the whole dance.
I look up into his deep blue eyes and I rub the side of my face to his and
whisper near his ear, "I love you for always."  Tommy added, "until the end
of time."
	Suddenly, a loud sound causes us to turn and look.  I can't believe
it!  It's Tommy's former wife, Linda Trang Dai.  She comes up to Tommy and
starts to shout at him.  She asks him why he chooses me instead of her.
After that she starts to swear at him.  I am watching this whole ordeal in
shock.  But do you think I am going to let some bitch talk to my man like
that.  Hell, no!  I go up to Linda and ask her what's the problem.  She
turns to me and started going off on me.  I turn to Tommy and see his sad
face in tears.  I couldn't stand it anymore.  I turn to Linda and said,
"Let's rumble, bitch!"  I punch her right in her nose.  She falls to the
ground in shock.  "No one talks to my man like that ever!" I exclaim.  She
gets up and fingers in scratch position.  She swipes her fingernails as I
turn to avoid them.  She manages to scratch off pieces of skin on my face.
I channel my energy into my last and final punch.  My punch is frontal
impact on Linda's face.  She blacks out and falls to the ground.  I turn to
Tommy and smiles.  I said, "Come on, we have a honeymoon to catch."  We
take a limo to our resort for the honeymoon.  Our place is fully equipped
with everything from exercise machines to pool.
	Tommy and I check into the resort.  During the way, Tommy asks if I
was okay from that scratch.  I look into his caring eyes and smile.  I say,
"save your strength for tonight."  We went up into our HUGE room.  I unpack
all our stuff.  As I turn around I couldn't find Tommy anywhere.  Maybe
he's at the pool?  I went there and he was not there.  I tried the weight
room.  I saw him standing next to a punching bag, sweat perspiring from his
body.  I could tell he was angry of that incident this afternoon.  I walk
slowly trying not to let him detect my presence.  As I walk near him, I
wrap my arms around his waist.  I am trying to tell him that everything
will be ok.  I am here for him.  He turns around and smiles.  It's a wicked
good one this time.  "Come on, let's get you out of your sweaty clothes and
get you into the shower" I said.  We walk to our room.  He walked in and I
walked in.  I turn to look for the "Don't disturb!"  sign.  I found it and
place it on the doorknob to our door.  I locked the door.  'Click' Tommy
turns around and look at me.  He and I smirk.  He comes closer to me and I
am gently pressed against the door.  He kisses me and I start to undo the
buttons on his shirt.  We are still kissing.  I undo the buttons on his
shirt one by one.  I lift my arms so that they could drop his dress shirt
onto the floor.  The shirt did not come off instead they drop to his
wrists.  Still I get a frontal view of his chest.  I move my hands up his
arm gently and grasp his.  Our arms are entwined.  I direct his hands onto
an upper position and remove the shirt.  We are still kissing.  Tommy
starts to kiss me on the side of my face where the wounds are.  I unbuckle
his belt.  The ends of the belt make a clanking sound.  I undo the button
on his black tuxedo pants.  I then proceed to unzip his fly careful not to
touch his manhood.  I want the fun to last.  He steps out of the pants
while still kissing me. Tommy starts to undo my shirt.  His hands work
quickly anxious to get the shirt off.  He removes my shirt like the way I
removed his shirt.  Again, our arms entwine.  He lowers his hand to my fly
and undoes the zipper.  I step out of my tuxedo pants.  There we are in our
underclothes.  He kisses me on the lips and moves his hand to my face and
massages the wounds.  I move my lips toward his hand and kiss it.  Out of
the corner of his eyes I see tears dripping slowly.  I move my hands to
wipe the tears and kiss the spot where they fall on.  He lifts me into his
massive arms.  I lay my head on his smooth chest.  He brought me to the
bathtub instead of the shower.  Oh well, more fun!  He slowly sets me down.
We remove our underclothes.  My mission succeeded.  I manage not to make
him get hard.  He got in first and picks me up by the arms.  We sat down
together in the tub.  The warm water washes against our smooth skin.  I
proceed to put shampoo on his head so as not to let him see what I am going
to do next.  I shampoo his head and he closes his eyes.  Just what I want
him to do!  I then proceed to soap his entire body.  I place the bar of
soap near his neck.  I lower my head to kiss him on the lips and then lower
to kiss his smooth gorgeous neck.  I soap that area up and move lower to
his chest.  I put my hands on his pecs and grab his nipples.  I kiss each
one with my lips.  I wrap my lips around them and suck in.  I could feel
him getting a huge hard-on.  His hard-on presses against my chest.  I could
hear tommy