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