Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 11:02:07 -0800 (PST)
From: gabriel leven <degobln@yahoo.com>
Subject: ricky ullman in love-2

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.