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.
"Excuse me, can I have one of those?" I asked the man at the news stand, in reference to a cheap magazine.
I paid for one of those and left the news stand, looking at the picture on the cover then reading the story. I was quite amazed at how public this information had become.
I quickly reached for my phone and made a call.
"Hey, Ricky," Max's voice greeted me as he normally does.
"Good morning," I greeted him back.
"So what's...." He began to speak.
"We have to meet, probably now!" I exclaimed cutting him off and interrupting his question.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'll explain when I get their," I said to max.
"Ricky, I'm not even home," Max explained.
"Where are you?" I asked him.
"Would you just tell me what this is about?" Max demanded in frustration.
"Okay Max, it's out, the story, has been published," I explained to him.
From where I expected an immediate response their was only silence.
"Max," I said his name attempting to get his attention.
"Max," I tried again.
"Yeah, I'm here," I barely responded.
"Are you okay, I mean, I know you're not, but..." I began to inquire about his well being.
"I don't know," Max admitted at almost a loud whisper.
"Can we meet?" I asked him.
For a moment their was silence on his end. I could hear the ocean behind him and knew exactly where he was.
"I'm at that beach, the one we went walking on last week," he explained.
"I'm on my way," I quickly informed him.
With this I hastily hung up and made my way towards my parked car. Wasting no time I pointed my car in the right direction and hurried towards Max. It almost seemed as if I did not get their before anyone else did I would have failed him somehow. I parked near the beach to see that it was almost empty. In the distance I could see Max playing some sort of fetch with the dog.
I walked to him, but by this time I stepped a bit slower finding that he is safe and not bothered. Though he noticed me, he did not approach me, but instead continued to play with his dog.
"Is that what I think it is?" He asked nodding towards the rolled up Magazine in my hands.
Instead of answering him with words I handed it to him and let him unroll it for himself. He stood their for a moment, with the dog by his side probably still wanting to play, reading the article that was full of heresy. This article, full of complete fabrications about himself. Complete fabrications, with the exception of one truth, one very important and vital truth that could make or break a person.
"Hmmm," Maxed hummed handing me back the article.
I looked at him expecting more of a response.
I waited a few moments, but instead of anything being said he wrestled the stick from the dog's mouth and threw it towards the water again.
"That's it?" I asked him a bit distraught to his reaction.
He did not answer with words, but looked to me with a curled in lip and shrugged his shoulders in an insanely careless manner.
To this I was a very lost in thought and in words, and honestly a bit upset that he was treating this as a non-event.
"So that's your reaction?" I again asked of him to explain himself.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked getting pissed by my constant inquiry.
"Get mad, get sad, I don't care, just do something," I almost demanded of him.
"Is that what I'm supposed to do, you want me to panic?" He asked in such an angered tone.
"No, I just don't..." I began to argue.
"Am I supposed to be upset?" He interrupted me almost yelling this time.
"No, I just think..." I again tried to give my opinion.
"Ricky, I am upset, I am scared, I am sad, I am everything right now," Max explained his plight in his normal voice.
"I just don't think I need to get all hysterical right now!" He exclaimed with wide open eyes and searching the beach.
To this, the tide began to sweep inward, and the dog at Max's side whined for him to take the stick.
"You're right," I agreed with Max. "I just was hoping that you would deal with it somehow instead of holding it in."
"Ricky, I am about to go through a lot right now, I know this, but I'm not as scared as I thought I would be," Max said these last words while again throwing the crooked stick.
"I'm sure," I said to Max while grabbing his hand into mine.
I held his hand for a moment before he gave me the other one. I looked him in the eyes while taking them up and kissing them.
"I just wish none of this happened to you, and I'm so sorry that I am powerless to stop it, I'm so sorry Max," I apologized.
"It's not your fault," He tried his best to comfort me.
His comfort always seemed to work, and I found immediate ease in being held in his arms. I Hugged him tightly, holding him as if it would be the last time, holding him in my arms as his breath draped my neck and the jealous dog jumped up on us.
Max laughed breaking our embrace for a moment, wrestled the stick away and threw it towards the water.
"Kiss me," Max whispered on an empty beach.
I complied and felt his lips a bit cold on mine, but his tongue as warm as soft comfort, and the turn on of having this embrace be so personal.
By the time this had ended, the dog was back and Max's cell began to ring. Before answering it he threw the stick one more time.
"Hello," he said answering his phone and standing silent for a moment.
"At the beach," he said before another silence.
"No...mom...no...I don't know...no," he said before a longer silence.
"Okay," he said softly, then almost yelled, "OKAY!"
The conversation obviously was over when, then he hung up his phone and called the dog to his side.
I looked to him and waited for him to speak before I asked him anything.
"That was my mom," he said fastening the leash to the collar.
"...and I am more then certain that she knows," He said in an explanatory sigh.
"So she wants me home," he finished standing up ready to go.
"I'll give you a ride," I offered to drive him the eight blocks.
"No it would be better if you were not the one to drop me off," He said looking at me softly, but seriously.
"Can I at least walk you part of the way?" I asked his permission.
"Yeah, that's cool." He replied.
In walking him part of the way, I all but escorted him and the dog three houses away. Along the way we talked about a lot of things including contact after this talk. It was agreed that no matter what he would call me and tell me how things went before the end of the day. I was scared for him in the case that I am nineteen and still would have a serious problem coming out to a mother who lives a thousand miles away. I could not imagine being sixteen and doing so with one that lives in the bedroom down the hall.
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I waited for hours for Max to call. I paced my home in anticipation for a self-described eternity. I was very nervous for him, and for us. His mother has to know that I am the other one in the picture. How could she not seeing as how the story is written about Max being in Chicago. It does not take a genius to put two and two together.
I worried most about what she would do. Would she forbid Max to ever see me again? This I did not want to think about but had to. I have to expect the worse to happen but somehow must also have hope for the future. Ah, this is enough to drive someone insane, I hate double standards!
With these many thoughts swirling in my head I almost did not hear the muffled sound of my phone ringing in my pocket. I took it out to see Max's name flashing in different colors. At first I hesitated not wanting to hear any bad news. But I bit the bullet, hit send and prepared myself for whatever may come out of all of this.
"Hey," I quickly said as I answered before the voice mail picked up.
"Hi," Max greeted me in a manner that made it impossible to read his emotion.
"So what happened?" I wasted no time in asking him.
"A LOT!" Max exclaimed with great accentuation.
"Well tell me," I said to him with my impatience becoming very obvious.
"Well, first their was yelling," Max began to explain, "Then she cried, then she yelled again, then she all of a sudden became okay with it," he finished.
"Okay with it?" I questioned him.
"Okay with it," he repeated again in case I missed it the first time.
How weird this was, that she would so quickly become okay with the idea of Max being gay.
"Okay, so that's weird, but anyway, what about..." I said before stalling.
"What about, what?" Max asked.
At first I did not want to be so selfish in thinking about what should come of us. However I considered it a legitimate question even if it were a bit selfish.
"What about us?" I asked him.
"Well, she is a bit iffy about this," Max said in a way that I could hear him biting his bottom lip.
"How so?" I further inquired.
"She wants you to come over and have a talk with her," He answered.
Great! As if stress were not already a definite factor let's just take one more for the team.
"Okay," I tried to answer as calm as possible. "When?" I asked.
"Err....She wants to meet you now," Max carefully and nervously said.
"Now?" I questioned him.
"Yes, now," he replied.
I was obviously not in any way prepared, but with what I was ready for aside, I considered I would do anything to preserve the connection Max and I have.
"I'll leave in a few minutes," I alerted Max as to my compliance of his mother's wishes.
After hanging up I went back into my room to change my shirt into a polo, and pants into something more conservative. I fixed my wild hair and left my house not completely sure of the road that lye ahead.
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"Good morning," I very nervously greeted Max's mother.
"Have a seat," she said in an unreadable tone.
I sat down on the wrought iron chair across the table from her. We were on the back patio, sitting at the table adorned with an awning, and decorated with common every day back yard things. The evening was a bit chilly but this did not stop her from being outside. She seemed comfortable which sort of bothered me especially sine I was not.
At first I looked at her and then she looked at me. With this gaze I wanted nothing but to look away. But I could not do that thing, by looking away showing my fear or disrespect. Despite my decision to take a stance, I did look away, I looked back at Max who was sitting on the side.
"I'm going to cut to the chase," she said looking down at the table then back up at me.
"What are your intentions with my son?" She demanded of me.
"I don't have any!" I honestly answered.
"Not even good intentions?" She asked in the same angered manner.
"Yes, everything is good, but I had no intentions of anything ever happening," I explained.
She looked at Max momentarily, then back at me, then lazily said, "that's what he says," in reference to Max.
"I don't expect you and I to like each other much, or become friends, but you never know what the future is going to hold," She said to me.
I just sat their and took it all in.
"So these are the terms under which I am going to allow you to date my son," she said looking away unable to face either Max or myself. "First, no more public displays of affection, like kissing or hugging. Second, he can no longer spend the night with you on weekdays only on Friday and Saturday nights in which he must be home Sunday before noon. On week day nights you must have him home before eleven, and finally no more vacations or out of town trips until he is seventeen." she made her demands.
"Okay, I agreed to them without hesitation.
Apparently, she had said all that she needed to, when with my last word, she got up and left to go back inside. This left Max sitting on a bench to the side, and I sitting at the table still.
"So now what?" Max asked with that smile of mischief of on his face.
I almost busted out laughing, knowing Max asked this question the way he has so many countless times. Which I'm sure is why he asked it, because with me smiling he smiled also.
"Let's go out for something to eat," I said to him.