Date: Wed, 10 May 2000 11:36:19 +0100 (BST)
From: Pete <brainwashed_uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Falling for Him

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Falling for Him
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     The sun beat down on the dusty streets of the Chinatown
district of Bangkok. All around me was the hustle and bustle
of the bazaar-goers: a mixture of local Thai residents and
the tourists and travellers such as myself.

     It was soon after noon, the hottest part of the day,
and I was sweating slightly in the heat as I wove my way
between the other hot and sticky bodies that made up the
crowd. My mind was wandering, thinking about how good a nice
cold beer would taste right now...

     As I return to the real world, my vision is filled by a
young man on a bike racing straight towards me. I try to
jump out of his way but there's not a lot of space in the
crowd, and as he dashes past I am sent sprawling onto the
ground. I use my left arm to break my fall but as I go down
my knee takes a knock and I feel a sharp pain in my leg.

     Instinctively I check that my bag is still with me, and
that my wallet is safe in my inside pocket; all is still in
place and I breathe a slight sigh of relief before pushing
myself up.

     It was as if the crowd hadn't noticed my incident with
the bike, for all around me people were passing me by. As I
look up, I discover for the first time that I am not the
only victim of the storming cyclist - another young guy just
a meter away is rearranging his baseball cap and sunglasses
as he picks himself off the ground.

     "Bloody idiot! He got you too?" I say to the guy as I
hobble over.

     "Yeah," he said, looking at me. His accent was
distinctly American. "Are you OK?"

     "I think I'll be all right... just a grazed knee and a
load of laundry to do to get the mud off these clothes!"

     He looked at me for a second before speaking, as if
checking that I was a decent character and not about to try
to steal his wallet.

     "Where are you staying?" he asked, finally.

     "In a backpackers' hostel. Over in the Banglamphu
district" I tell him.

     "Listen, my hotel's not far away. Why don't you come
and get cleaned up, and have that leg looked at?"

     "Oh no," I said, not thinking it a good idea to go off
with a stranger in the middle of Bangkok, however reasonable
he may appear to be. "I'll manage".

     "Come on," he replied, "I insist. It won't take us more
than ten minutes to get there."

     Thinking about my knee, which was beginning to feel a
touch more painful when I put pressure on it, I agreed and
we set off in the direction of his hotel.

     As we walked, my hobbling became more and more
pronounced until eventually the young American had to help
me by supporting my left side.

     Realising that I hadn't told him my name, I thought it
about time I introduced myself.

     "I'm Peter, by the way".

     "OK Pete!", he replied, "I was about to ask you your
name."

     "Aren't you going to tell me yours?" I asked, after a
moments silence.

     "Yeah, right" he said, almost indignantly. This struck
me as a little strange, but I could see that maybe he didn't
think it was the best idea to tell people he'd literally
'picked up' off the street his name until he knew them a bit
better.

     "Fair enough," I said. "I guess its sensible not to
give out your name to just anyone."

     "Leonardo DiCaprio".

     "Yeah," I laughed, "and I'm the Queen Mother. How about
something more likely... like Bob?"

     "No, seriously." He turned to me and removed his
sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes. I studied his face
properly for the first time. "I am Leonardo DiCaprio."

                        * * *

     As we walked back to his hotel, I recovered slowly from
the shock that I was with him, the gorgeous star of Titanic,
The Man in the Iron Mask, Romeo and Juliet.... and he
explained what he was doing in Thailand. He was about to
start shooting for a new film he was doing called "The
Beach". The details he gave me were sketchy but I was only
half listening, still coming to terms with the fact that I
was about to go up to Leonardo's suite in his hotel. Sure,
it was only to get myself cleaned up, but what a story this
would be when I got back to the pub in England!

     It took longer than expected to reach his hotel, mostly
due to my leg which was slowing us to about half the normal
walking pace. It was a grand affair with doormen and
exquisite interior decoration, making the hostel where I'd
been staying pale into insignificance.

     We took the lift to the third floor, where his suite
was, attracting a few strange glances from the reception
staff due to our dusty, mud-covered clothing.

     "Here we are at last" he said, as we entered his suite.

     "Wow!" I said, looking around. "This is quite a room."

     And it was. Divided into two sections, the room had a
lounge area with a sofa, armchairs and a low table on the
left; on the right was a huge double bed, four-poster of
course.

     Leo shut the door behind us and locked it.

     He took of his cap and glasses and for the first time I
saw his whole face clearly. His dreamy blue eyes, his
beautiful smile. His hair had been cut short, no longer the
long locks I remembered from Titanic. It suited him.

     It seemed like an eternity that I was just staring at
him, but it was probably only a second or maybe two.

     "The bathroom's through there" he said, indicating a
door on the other side of the room. "You can take the first
shower. There's clean towels and stuff in there, help
yourself."

     "Thanks" I said, and hobbled off towards the bathroom.

     I went in and shut the door. I stripped off my clothes
which felt like they had been baked in the middle of a mud
pie, and embraced the hot water of the shower. It felt so
good to get the dirt and dust of the streets out of my hair
and I spent a good few minutes washing and lathering soap
over myself. However I couldn't help thinking about where I
was and who was waiting in the room next door, and as I
thought about him there was a definite movement in my groin,
as my mind began to remember all the times I'd fantasised
about him in the past. Still, I'd been taking up his shower
for long enough and I thought he'd want to use it too, so I
resisted the temptation to jerk myself off and turned the
temperature down cold to try to get rid of my by now
thumping erection.

     I towelled myself dry and wrapped the towel around my
waist, collected my pile of clothes and headed back into the
bedroom.

     Leo was waiting for me to come out, dressed now only in
a bath robe that looked like it was made from silk or
something similar. It was open at his chest, revealing his
smooth and completely hairless upper body, but I didn't want
him to notice me staring so I looked him in the eye instead.

     "Feeling better?" he asked.

     "Much better. That was great."

     "OK, well make yourself at home while I go and get
cleaned up myself. I won't be long."

     And he headed off into the bathroom, shutting the door
behind him. Not knowing quite where to put my pile of mud
encased clothes for fear of dirtying anything in the room, I
just held on to them and sat on the end of the bed.

     True to his word, Leo was soon out of the bathroom, now
like me wearing just a white towel around his waist. I tried
desperately not to stare at his beautiful body, but I could
already feel the faintest beginnings of an erection down
below.

     "Here, let me take those," he said, seeing my pile of
clothes still in my hands.

     He took them from me and put them in a basket in the
corner of the room, presumably a laundry basket.

     "Right," said Leo, "let have a look at your leg."

     He came over to where I was still perched on the edge
of the bed and knelt in front of me. My knee was covered by
the towel that I was wearing and Leo pushed it aside to
reveal most of my right leg.

     The next thing I knew he was touching my damaged knee
with his delicate hands, but I didn't comment, presuming he
knew what he was doing, and I tried not to let my mind run
away with me and let my cock give the game away by erecting
a tent in the towel.

     "Looks like just a nasty graze," he said, "I can't find
any evidence that its broken. Let me get some disinfectant
for it."

     "Sure" I said, almost stammering, not wanting to say
too much for fear that he'd pick up the excitement and
uneasiness in my voice.

     He returned with a tube of disinfectant cream which he
opened and squeezed out onto his hand.

     "This will probably sting a bit" he said, looking up at
me. I tried to avoid gazing into his eyes but my vision was
locked on target, my eyes refusing to look away when told to
by my brain. Leo looked down as he started rubbing the cold
ointment over my knee.

     He rubbed my knee for what seemed like an eternity and
I shut my eyes while he worked. Eventually he stopped and
stood up, wiping his hands on the towel around his waist.

     "How do you feel now?" he asked.

     "Much better. Just a bit stiff from the fall, that's
all. I expect I'll live though."

     He smiled at me.

     "OK. Stay sitting where you are" he said. He came
around the side of the bed and climbed onto it, so that he
was behind me and I couldn't see what he was doing. Suddenly
I felt his hands on my shoulders as he started to massage my
muscles.

     "How does that feel?" he asked, "Does that help?"

     "That's gorgeous" I replied, almost unable to contain
myself at the thought of what was going on.

     Leo massaged well, his fingers kneading the muscles in
my shoulders as his hands brushed against my neck. Gradually
he was massaging less and less, his hands caressing my skin.
I thought I was in heaven, as he rearranged himself so that
his legs came down beside mine and he was sitting right
behind me.

     His fingers worked on my skin. His hands drifted around
to my front and as he brushed against my left nipple I let
out an involuntary little moan. Encouraged by my obvious
pleasure, he abandoned all pretence at massage and ran his
hands down my smooth body, finding my belly button and the
treasure trail that lead from it down to the rim of the
towel around my waist. He edged closer to me now and I could
feel his hard cock pressing in to the small of my back, and
I moaned again. He pressed himself to my body so his chest
was against my back, as his hands slowly caressed my front.
I felt his tongue touch my right ear and at the same time
his hand slid down under my towel, down to the base of my
rock solid cock. He caressed my balls, still sucking at my
ear lobe and with his spare hand fondling my nipple. It was
all I could do not to shout with pleasure as his hand ran up
the shaft of my cock and his finger played with my piss
slit.

     After a few moments he withdrew his hand and pushed the
towel away altogether, letting my 7" dick spring free at
last.

     "Come here," he said, pulling himself back onto the
huge bed.

     I turned around in time to see him discard his own
towel, revealing his beautiful 8" uncut cock, surrounded at
the base by a small but thick bush of dark blonde pubic
hair.

     He lay back on the bed and I moved up so that I was
next to him, facing down. I put my hand on his belly and ran
it up to his nipple, feeling his silky smooth skin under my
fingers. Our eyes met, burning with lust, and our heads came
together, his lips locking over mine before his tongue
darted into my mouth. I moved my hand up and ran my fingers
through his hair, still wet from the shower, and then back
down over his silky body to his groin, all the time our
tongues performing a little dance of their own in our
mouths.

     After what seemed like an eternity we came up for a
breath.

     "Suck me" he said, staring into my eyes. How could I
say no? I slid down to his cock and stared at it for a
moment, taking in its full beauty before slowly moving my
face in close. I took the shaft in my hand and teased the
end of his head with my tongue, darting it across his piss
slit and poking it between his foreskin and the purple head
of his cock. Leo moaned with pleasure and I pushed his
thighs apart gently, giving me the space I needed to go down
on him. Licking all the way down the length of his shaft, I
slid my hands beneath him so that his soft, smooth, firm
buttocks were in my grasp before finally taking his head in
fully, still teasing with my tongue. Leo had his hands in my
hair and caressed my head, and as I slowly went down on him
he encouraged me to go further by gently pushing me down
until he was right inside me, his wirey pubes brushing
against my face. His smell was sweet and fresh from the
shower as I pushed him up with my hands below, sucking and
swallowing as hard as I could before slowly allowing some of
his cock to slide out from my lips. I brought my hands back
round and let them run up towards his nipples as I plunged
back down on him, causing him to groan with pleasure.

     I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth as his
sweet, hot pre-come dribbled out from his head and down my
throat.

     "I'm gonna come!" Leo managed to blurt, and I let some
of his cock slide out again, wanting to be sure to catch as
much of his sweet juice as possible in my mouth instead of
it shooting straight down my throat. His solid cock was
throbbing now, and suddenly with a cry he exploded, my mouth
barely able to contain all the liquid he was pumping in.
Finally I felt him relax and I pulled myself from his cock,
licking as I went to save every last drop, before climbing
quickly back up to his mouth where his hungry tongue darted
into my mouth so he could taste his own hot jism before I
swallowed.

     "God that was good," said Leo, "you must have done that
before."

     "No, never," I replied, looking into his eyes to make
sure he believed me. "That's my first time."

     "Well," he said, grinning, "lets hope my first time is
as good as yours."

      And with that he rolled us both over so I was on my
back and he was straddling me. He reached out and touched my
lips with his finger, and I took it gently into my mouth and
sucked on it briefly, until he pulled it out and ran his
hand down my navel to my groin and up the shaft of my rigid
cock. Leo teased the head of my cock with the saliva-covered
finger and looked sheepishly into my eyes before pushing
back his legs and getting his head down to my cock. Pushing
it flat against my belly with one hand, he fondled my balls
with the other before sucking first one and then both into
his mouth, his tongue darting around from side to side while
his finger ran rings around my piss slit. After a moment he
let my balls hang free again and slowly moved his way up my
cock, licking not all in one stroke but in a lapping motion
like a cat drinking milk, until he reached the head where he
immediately took the whole girth between his lips and began
to suck me down into his throat until I could feel his damp
hair against my body. I moved my hands down to run my
fingers through his hair and to caress the soft skin of his
face. I groaned with pleasure as he sucked as hard as he
could and ran his hands down up thighs and then pushed one
under me until I could feel his finger looking for my hole.
Finding what he was looking for, he brushed his finger
against the sensitive rim and I groaned with pleasure.
Slowly he eased his finger into my ass hole, causing me to
give an involuntary little spasm of pleasure. Meanwhile he
carried on sucking hard on my cock while working his finger
deeper and deeper inside me until it would go no further.
Then he began to rhythmically suck and push with his finger
at the same time, making the base of my cock swell with
come... I couldn't take this for much longer without coming,
but I tried to hold it for as long as I could, not wanting
this moment to pass.

     "Here I go!" I called, and instantly shot my hot,
sticky load deep down into his throat, but he took it
without choking, still swallowing hard from having my cock
in his mouth.

     Leo looked up at me with the biggest grin on his face.

     "Damn that was good," he said.

     "Oh, you reckon, do you?" I mocked, smiling back at
him.

                        * * *

     We spent the rest of the afternoon together in Leo's
suite, while Leo got the hotel to wash all my clothes.

     When finally I had to leave for fear of losing my place
in the hostel, Leo kissed me deeply on the mouth and we
gazed into each others eyes.

     "That was a fantastic afternoon." he said, holding me
close to him.

     "Oh yeah." I replied, not wanting to let go of him.

     "Will I see you again?" he asked.

     "Well put it like this: I know where you're staying for
the next few months! And I have an open ticket back to the
UK... so I expect I could manage to make time in my busy
schedule for you" I joked...


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