Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 22:06:37 +0000
From: Magic Man <magicman3649@hotmail.com>
Subject: Leo's Massage

This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes that involve sex between
consenting adult males and if this offends you, or if you are underage, or
prohibited by law from viewing such material, leave now.

Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that Leonardo di Caprio is
gay or that the events portrayed are in any way real or based on knowledge
of actual events or people. It is a work of pure fiction. I have no personal
knowledge about his private life.

All comments, good or bad, gratefully received at magicman3649@hotmail.com.

LEO'S MASSAGE

	I'd just spent three months travelling around Asia and the Far East, and
had spent the past few days having a whale of a time in San Francisco, the
gay capital of the world, where I'd been visiting a friend who was living
out there. I was now on my way home to London for my sister's badly-timed
wedding and a two-week break, before setting off on the second leg of my
world tour, taking in Australia and New Zealand.
	The flight home was via New York, where we'd been told that the
transferring flight to London had been cancelled and we wouldn't be able to
get another one until tomorrow, but the airline had offered to put all
passengers up in a hotel for the night.
	As my bad luck (or so I thought at the time) would have it, I was last in
the queue to be checked in, and it turned out that the person before me had
got the last spare room in the hotel. There were a couple of nearby hotels
but they were also fully booked.
	"There must be something you can do," I pleaded.
	"I'm sorry," replied the manager, although he had the most unapologetic
look on his face.
	"You could share with me," came a male American voice from behind me. Why
would someone actually offer to share a room with me? That didn't seem
normal. I wasn't thrilled at the prospect of having to share with a stranger
but I turned around apprehensively, hoping that he would at least be
good-looking.
	Frozen to the spot, I stared at his face with my mouth hanging open. The
prospect of having to share with a stranger had suddenly become a thousand
times more appealing.
	The stranger was Leonardo Di Caprio.
	"I got a twin room, with a spare bed," he said.
	I continued to stare at him, unable to speak. I must have looked pretty
stupid.
	"If you're interested," he said, when I still hadn't said anything.
	"Y.. yeah," I managed to stutter.
	The manager turned to Leo. "Are you sure, sir?" he asked, looking a little
concerned. I decided I didn't like him at all.
	"Sure," Leo said cheerfully, speaking to me rather than the manager. "To be
honest, I could use the company."
I decided it was time to pull myself together instead of acting like some
star-struck teenager which, at 19, is exactly what I was.
	"OK," I said, confidently. "Thanks. I really appreciate it."
	"No problem," smiled Leo.
	Grudgingly it seemed, the manager tapped some buttons on his computer to
make the necessary arrangements, while I introduced myself to Leo and told
him how much I liked his acting in 'The Beach', and I was duly issued with a
key.
	We walked to the room, which was on the ground floor, and once inside, we
sat and talked for a while - it emerged he was travelling to London on the
same flight as me (although in first class, unlike myself), to see some
friends on a week off in between filming. Leo was very down to earth and
seemed more interested to talk about me than himself. I told him about how I
was taking a year out to travel before going to university, and that I'd so
far been to India, China, Vietnam, Malaysia, Burma and Thailand - we talked
at length about Thailand, because of course Leo had spent many months there
filming 'The Beach'. Our conversations flowed as smoothly as the beers we
were slowly emptying the minibar of, and at times it was easy to forget I
was talking to an internationally famous and utterly gorgeous film star. Leo
was so easy to talk to, I felt like I was catching up with a mate I hadn't
seen for a while. He had obviously meant it when he said he could use the
company, and I could see how it was nice for him to talk to someone 'normal'
for a change. However, when we both started yawning, we realised what the
time was and how tired we both were, and decided to call it a night.
	As we got ready for our (sadly separate) beds, Leo took his top off, and I
felt a stirring in my groin. I had already decided not to tell him I was
gay, because I didn't know how he'd react. Judging by the string of
supermodels he'd dated, I was almost certain he was straight, and nothing
he'd said or done so far tonight gave me any reason to doubt this. So while
I didn't want to take my eyes off Leo's topless body, I had to be careful
not to make things too obvious. There was a large mirror at the dressing
table, and luckily it was at just the right angle so that I was able to see
his reflection through it without him noticing.
	He had a stunning physique, a well toned chest and a perfect six-pack. He
was much better looking, if that was possible, in the flesh than in pictures
or films. He'd been pictured a while back looking a little chubby but he'd
obviously been looking after his body since then, because there was
absolutely no faulting it now. How I wanted to walk over to him and just
give those small, pert nipples a little squeeze.
He disappeared into the bathroom and I sank back onto my bed, reflecting on
the stroke of luck that had brought me to share a room with Leonardo di
Caprio.
	"All yours," he said when he emerged from the bathroom five minutes later,
to my disappointment still wearing his trousers. By the time I'd finished in
the bathroom, he was already tucked up in bed, his trousers on a chair by
the end of his bed, and - dare I believe it - his undies too. He was in bed
naked!
	My groins stirred again at the very thought, and I quickly stripped to my
undies and climbed into bed, my hard-on growing rapidly. With a little bit
of luck, I would get to see him getting out of bed in the morning, maybe
even with a hard-on... I felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate furiously
but didn't dare. We exchanged goodnights (and in my head goodnight kisses)
and Leo turned out the lights from a switch above his head.
	Surprisingly, I fell asleep quickly - it had been a long day. When I woke
in the morning, it took me a few moments to remember where I was and, more
importantly, who I was with. A wave of excitement swept through me and I
quickly turned around to see if Leo was still in bed - but to my
disappointment, the bed was already made and Leo was sat on the sofa,
reading the morning paper. He was dressed casually in a plain white T-shirt
and jeans, and hadn't put any socks on yet. His hair was ruffled, so I was
guessing he hadn't been in the shower yet, which meant I might still get the
chance to see some more bare Leo flesh.
	"Morning," he said, when he heard me stir.
	"Morning," I replied with a smile. "What time is it?"
	"Nine. We need to check out at eleven."
	"Right."
	"Cuppa tea?" he asked, in a mock English accent, and I laughed and said
yes. He stood up and walked over to the kettle. With his hair in a mess and
dressed in casuals, Leo looked sexier than ever. If only I could wake up to
this every morning...
	I got out of bed and threw on a T-shirt and a pair of track suit bottoms,
deciding to leave the shower for later. Leo made me a cup of tea and himself
a coffee, and we sat out on the balcony. I yawned, still a little sleepy.
	"Tired?" he asked.
	"Mmm."
	"Yeah, I got eight hours and I'm still whacked. They got a masseuse
downstairs but she doesn't work on Sundays."
	"Surely they could make an exception for you?"
	"I don't like to take advantage of my status all the time. I fuckin' wish I
had this time though," he said, stretching his arms out.
	Suddenly I had an idea. I'd learnt some massaging techniques when I was in
India, and this could be the perfect opportunity to put them to good use. If
Leo wanted a massage, Leo was going to get a massage.  It was such a
spontaneous idea that it probably wouldn't work, but it was certainly worth
a shot.
	"When I was in India," I began. "I was staying with a friend, an Indian
friend I'd met in London. And, you know, they're really big on massages over
there."
	Leo was looking at me with interest, waiting for me to carry on. So far, so
good.
	"I don't think Indians are that well known for it, but they give the best
massages. First thing in the morning, they really wake you up. Man, it was
fantastic."
	"Sounds good, it's a shame we got no Indians here, huh?"
	I was hoping he'd say that.
	"Well, Mr di Caprio," I smiled. "This might just be your lucky day."
	Leo raised his eyebrows and gave me that cute, innocent, kind of
inquisitive look I'd seen him do so many times on screen. Only in the flesh
it looked twice as cute.
	"I made a point of learning a few of the techniques from my friend. It
won't be professional but I can give it a go if you want."
	It was crunch time. It could go either way. Leo paused to think. Would he
want a massage from someone he'd known for a matter of hours and who'd
probably just seen someone do it once in India? Someone who just wanted to
take advantage of the situation and run his hands over his bare flesh for
his own perverse pleasure? I don't think I had acted overly eager but then
again perhaps I hadn't stressed strongly enough how good it was.
	"Sure," he smiled. "Why not."
	Result!
	"Cool," I said, trying to hide my delight. "It's the full works, though, a
complete body massage, top to bottom, yeah? And be warned, it's an intense
experience. Not like your feeble Western massages."
	"I think I can handle that."
	Leo finished his coffee and I couldn't gulp my tea down fast enough. We
returned inside.
	"You OK to strip down to your underwear?" I asked, trying hard to hold back
my excitement at the prospect.
	"Sure," he replied, and in no time he had his T-shirt off, revealing again
his perfect chest and six-pack. I picked up a hotel brochure from the desk
and pretended to flick through it, holding it up in such a position that I
could see him out of the corner of one eye, without it looking too
conspicuous. He reached down and casually unzipped his flies, and soon his
jeans were down around his ankles and he was stepping out of them. Even
without looking directly at him, I had to fight another hard-on. All that
was between me and Leo's cock now was a pair of white Calvin Kleins. What I
wouldn't give to be stripping him of those...
	"Where do you want me?" he asked.
	"Up the arse," I thought.
	"Just there on the floor", I said.
	He lay face down on the soft carpet just by the sofa. I swallowed hard,
took a deep breath and walked over. I felt like the jammiest bastard in the
world.
	"I'll start with the shoulders, OK? And I'm gonna sit on your back."
	He grunted his approval, and I sat with my knees on the floor either side
of him, taking most of the weight, so that my arse was just resting lightly
on his back. I placed one hand on the top of each of his shoulders and began
massaging. His hairless skin felt soft and smooth, and as I worked on his
shoulders I looked at his ruffled hair again, thinking how sexy it made him
look.
	"Is it OK?" I asked him, working my way down his shoulders to his biceps.
	"Uh-huh", came his approval.
	Next I came to his forearms, still soft and smooth but with delicately
short blonde hairs along their length. Here I varied my technique and with a
strong grip on each arm, moved my hands up and down his arms.
	Taking each of his fingers in turn, I moved my fingers up and down them,
pressing firmly as I went. Then I pulled several times on each of his
fingers, before making my way back up to his hands and up his arms,
performing more or less a reverse of my previous actions.
	"Ready for a few karate chops?" I asked.
	"Uh-huh," he replied.
	I proceeded to perform the "karate chop" up and down his back, lightly at
first, and when I was sure he was OK with it, a little more vigorously.
Leo's head was facing one side, his eyes were closed and he had a slight
smile on his face. He looked like he was enjoying it. I moved down the small
of his back and kneaded the skin like I had done his shoulders. Whilst doing
this, I was thinking about my next port of call, which would be those lovely
firm buttocks... mmmm. The trouble is, I still couldn't risk doing anything
too suggestive - I wanted to make the massage last as long as possible, and
I didn't want anything to jeopardise the chances of that. So in my wisdom, I
decided to skip over his buttocks - for now anyway.
	I moved my attentions to the tops of Leo's thighs. I saw him briefly open
his eyes, and I couldn't help but wonder whether he'd been expecting me to
rub his buttocks, despite the fact that he was still wearing his boxers. No,
stop fantasising, I thought.
	At a leisurely pace, I continued kneading and rubbing my way down towards
the calves. Leo's legs were just another perfect part of his perfect body -
not too thin, not too fat, well-toned, just as soft and smooth as the rest
of him, but with a fine covering of short, light blonde hairs. They were
possibly the sexiest legs I'd ever seen. If only he'd let me see what was
between them...
	I scolded myself silently for letting my mind wander. Keep your mind on the
job, I told myself, as I realised I'd been massaging the same two circles of
skin for probably two minutes now. I moved further down.
	Leo's feet, needless to say, were gorgeous. They were soft and hairless,
and even his toes had only a scant few hairs on them. I massaged his feet
thoroughly, moving up and down them several times
	"You alright?" I asked.
	This was met with the now familiar "Uh-huh".
	I'd now covered his entire body from top to bottom, well the back of his
entire body anyway, and I was trying to decide what to do next. I knew what
I wanted to do next - slide those undies off and give his buttocks the
massage they deserved - but I couldn't risk it... could I...? I started
massaging my way back up his legs while I made my mind up. I could just do
it, and see what happened... no that was stupid... if I was going to do it,
I should ask him first... he would just say no, and I'd carry on up his
back... then again, it might make him realise I was only in this for one
thing... perhaps I could massage his buttocks without asking for the undies
off... if he said anything, I could just explain that this was a normal part
of an Indian massage, and if he'd rather I didn't, I'd just carry on up his
back... yeah that seemed like the best option. Fuck it.
	As I reached the tops of his thighs, I just carried on casually upwards,
gently grasping the undie-covered flesh and squeezing it tenderly... perhaps
a little too tenderly, but I was past caring now. And anyway he wasn't
objecting, infact I'm sure his smile was a bit broader than it was last time
I looked. Which is what led me to ask him impulsively, without even thinking
about it.
	"Would it be OK if I took these off? It'd be much easier."
	"Sure", he said.
	Whoa. Did he say 'Sure'? Had I heard him right? Had Leonardo di Caprio just
agreed to me stripping him naked?
	Cautiously, I put my hands on either side of his boxers and slid my fingers
underneath the waistband. He readily lifted his body a couple of inches so
that they would slide off easily. I pulled down and before I knew it, there
it was in front of me, Leo's bare arse. Wow. What a sight. I could hardly
contain myself, as I pulled the undies right down and slid them off
completely. I was quickly getting hard now, and there was nothing I could do
to stop it.
	I made sure Leo's eyes were still shut, took a quick sniff of the undies,
then chucked them behind me and got straight to work on that beautiful arse.
	Just like his legs, Leo's arse had a thin covering of blonde hairs, and
they felt warm and gentle as I caressed them with my hands. Using both
hands, I grabbed a few inches of his supple buttock-flesh at a time, and
kneaded it gently like it was soft, warm dough. I slowed my movements right
down because we weren't in any hurry and I wanted to savour every moment of
this dream-come-true experience. And it was literally a dream come true. Leo
had been the subject of my sexual dreams several times before, and each time
I'd woken up with my dick throbbing hard and wet. And I'd lost count of the
number of vivid daydream fantasies which had involved him, and the number of
times I'd jerked off to him.
	Speaking of my cock, it was hard and throbbing now and aching for
attention. But ignoring its silent pleas, I realised I'd let my mind wander
again, and I steered my thoughts back to the task in hand. Around his
buttocks I moved, and started to vary my technique a little by making
circles on his skin with my thumbs pressed down. I wanted to do much more,
see much more, and I started wondering how much I could get away with.
Warily, I moved towards his crack and gently used my thumbs to part the
cheeks. Starting at the top, I continued this exercise down his crack,
wandering adventurously close to that arsehole I was desperate for an eyeful
of. I couldn't see it yet, but I was sure if I went down low enough... I had
a quick look at Leo's face, he still had his eyes shut, and his lips curved
into a little smile. He was definitely enjoying this, although I couldn't
imagine he was enjoying it more than I was.
	With an spontaneous surge of braveness, I ventured as far down as I could
and used my thumbs to part the buttocks there. Leo stirred a bit and I
withdrew my hands, but not before getting a brief glimpse of pink. My cock
twinged, as if to remind me it was still hungry for this hunk in front of
me, and I looked down at the notable bulge it had made. The last thing I
wanted right now was for Leo to see that. I quickly reached into my jogging
bottoms and boxers, and gave my dick a quick tug, oozing a couple of drops
of pre-cum onto my fingers. I then pulled it flat against my stomach so that
its head was poking out above the waistband of my boxers, then pulled my
jogging trousers back over them, thus removing the bulge.
	I returned to massaging Leo's behind and whilst doing so, I realised I was
a mere few inches away from Leo's exposed manhood. I began to imagine what
it looked like, as I had done many times before, and I decided there and
then that I had to see it. He'd let me pull his boxers off, it couldn't be
asking for much more to let me see his dick. No matter what it took, I was
determined I was going to get a look at it. When was I ever going to get the
opportunity to see Leonardo di Caprio's penis again? I couldn't let a chance
like this go to waste, or I knew I'd regret it for the rest of my life.
	The best way was simply ask him to turn over, so I could massage the front
of his body. This was by no means a conventional part of an Indian massage,
but if I explained that it was, then maybe he'd buy it. I made sure my
throbbing manhood was still safely tucked under the top of my boxers, took a
deep breath and then went for it.
	"Right, d'you wanna turn over so I can do your front?" I asked in a
laid-back kind of tone, as if this was the normal thing to do next.
	Leo hesitated. His eyes were open. I was half-expecting him to just roll
over, but as he finally spoke I realised I'd been a bit presumptuous.
	"The front too?" He sounded quite surprised and I could hear the reluctance
in his voice.
	"Er - yeah."
	I was about to add "if you want me to", but thought better of it - I didn't
want to give him any excuses to say no.
	"Er - no, that's fine," he said.
	Shit. This couldn't happen. I had to see that cock.
	"Hey, come on," I said in a gentle tone. "This is a proper Indian massage,
remember."
	"I - er - I" - he didn't seem to know what to say, but he seemed very
unwilling to turn over. I guess if I was in his shoes (so to speak, seen as
he wasn't actually wearing any), I'd probably be a little apprehensive about
baring my manhood to someone I'd only known for a few hours. With this in
mind, I decided to use another approach.
	"It's alright, man, I've seen a few dicks before, you know. Don't be shy."
	"I dunno, man."
	"Come on, there's no need to feel uncomfortable or anything," I said,
hoping that would re-assure him. But there was no response. My heart was
sinking like a lead balloon. I was aching to get a glimpse of the Leo
manhood and I was running out of ideas. How the fuck was I gonna get him on
his back?
	"Leo, man, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Come on...", I urged.
	I decided I wasn't taking no for an answer. I put one hand underneath him
and gently tried to roll him over. He resisted for a few moments but
finally, to my surprise and delight, he succumbed, and he was on his back.
	I'd promised myself I wouldn't look straight down at his cock, and make
things too obvious... but now it was my straying eyes that wouldn't take no
for an answer... I couldn't help myself... I glanced down there, and
suddenly my jaw nearly hit the floor. Leonardo di Caprio was lying stark
naked in front of me, his dick hard as a rock and pressed flat against his
stomach. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the most gorgeous sight I could
ever have imagined. About eight inches, not too fat, straight as a pole,
foreskin stretched back to reveal the head, and with a perfect set of balls.
I felt like I was gonna shoot my load at any second.
	But quickly becoming conscious that I was staring at his cock, I looked up
at his face. He wore an embarrassed and anxious expression, and suddenly it
occurred to me why he'd been so reluctant to turn over. I had to say
something to re-assure him.
	"You're enjoying this more than I thought," I said, with a cheeky grin and,
to my relief, he responded with a weak but definite smile.
	I wondered what to do next - well I know what I *wanted* to do next, but I
still didn't want to overstep the mark... not just yet anyway.
	I gave him a comforting smile and said, "Let's start with the shoulders
then."
	Kneeling over him as before, I started to massage his shoulders, gradually
progressing down the arms and to the hands, in essentially a repeat
procedure of previously. Leo closed his eyes again, seemingly enjoying my
work. After swiftly moving back up the length of his arms, I came to the
chest - I was gonna enjoy this more than anything so far. I knew I had to
play it easy though, which meant the nipples were definitely off limits.
	I started by moving the tips of my fingers down the centre of his chest,
from the top down between the nipples, to his belly button, and back up
again. After repeating this several times, I firmly stroked the skin all
around the nipples, taking great care not to inadvertently touch them. It
took a lot of will power not to "accidentally" let my fingers stray.
After a few more moments of this, I found was yearning for another glimpse
of the hopefully still erect Leo manhood, and I wanted to move further down
his torso anyway. I got up and moved further down his body, so that my knees
were now straddling his upper thighs. I was happy to see that his hard on
was still intact. However, Leo had opened his eyes as I was shifting around,
so I took care not to look too intently at it.
	"You OK?" I asked him casually.
	"Yeah," he said, and he gave me a warm smile, which I returned.
	I was feeling fantastic right now, like the jammiest bastard in the world.
Millions of people, both men and women, would kill to be in my position
right now - knelt over a nude and erect Leonardo di Caprio, stroking and
rubbing every inch of his mouth-wateringly sexy body.
	I started massaging Leo's six-pack stomach and sides, and if I'd found it
difficult to resist the temptation of touching his nipples, it was nothing
faced now with the task of avoiding touching his erection. It was right
there, begging to be felt, and I summoned up all the will power I had - I
couldn't risk things, not now. But will power was never something I had a
great deal of, and I edged closer and closer, until I was making circles
around his cock with my fingers. To my surprise, Leo seemed to be enjoying
this because his eyes were closed again, his head was tilted back and I
could have sworn I heard a faint gasp whenever I got too close to his cock.
This was becoming too much for me. I had to ask him. All he could do was say
no.
	"Leo, is there, er... any part of your body you don't want me to touch?" I
thought that was a good way of putting it.
	Leo didn't say a word, infact he didn't even open his eyes; he just shook
his head.
	Fireworks exploded inside of me.
	I moved my right hand so that it was directly above Leo's erect member. And
then I brought my index finger down so that it touched the head with barely
more than the finger tip, and then moved slowly down the shaft, never
pressing down any more than the finger tip. Leo's body gave a quick tremble
and this time he let out an audible gasp. It was a shock to discover that
he'd clearly been wanting this just as much as I had.
	My own erection twinged again, and before I went any further I reached into
my track suit bottoms and pulled the waistband of my boxers back up over my
cock, which shot forward happily. Something told me Leo wouldn't care that
much if I had a huge bulge in my trousers. I thought of actually taking my
trousers and undies off, but perhaps that would be going a step too far. And
anyway I had more urgent business to attend to...
	Returning to Leo's hungry erection, I repeated the same trick, gliding up
and down its length, using two fingers this time, but still as gently and
delicately as I could. This is what my first boyfriend used to do to me - it
used to feel like your dick was being tickled by a feather and it used to
drive me wild. And it was certainly having the same effect on Leo, as he let
out another loud gasp. There was a look of pure ecstasy on his face, and I
grinned with the satisfaction that gave me.
	I continued this procedure for several minutes, gradually adding more
fingers and then finally grabbing his erection with my entire hand so that
it turned into full masturbation. I yanked Leo's foreskin right back and a
couple of drops of pre-cum oozed out onto his stomach, which I wiped up with
my finger and licked clean. However, I didn't want him to climax too early
so I moved my efforts from his cock to his balls. Taking them both in one
hand, I massaged them gently, squeezing and caressing. Deciding Leo's
nipples were no longer out of bounds, I slid my free hand up his chest and
started playing with his left nipple, at first just stroking it, then
circling around it with my fingers and finally giving it a little pinch, and
Leo moaned. I did the same to his right nipple, and then moved my hand
slowly back down his chest and abdomen and over his erection, all the while
still playing with his balls in my other hand. After giving his cock another
little squeeze, I ran my fingers through his soft blonde pubes. This really
turned me on, and it must have aroused him too, because his cock gave a
small twinge and he gave another gasp.
	I then started rubbing the insides of his thighs and as if on cue, Leo
began subtly raising his knees so that his legs started to spread. Slowly
but surely, his gorgeous pink ring came into view, and I realised Leo was
making me a crafty invitation. I couldn't ever remember feeling this horny.
Man, it was unreal. I moved my hand which was attending to his balls down
towards his glory hole, and touched it. Leo produced his loudest gasp yet.
It was clear he'd never been touched like this before. I slid a finger into
his warm hole and swirled it around.
	"Ohhhhhhh!" he moaned. I penetrated deeper into him and I could see the
pleasure in his face.
	I moved my finger in and out, in and out, to variety of moans from Leo. He
was undeniably enjoying this. My cock twinged to remind me it was still
there and still hungry, and I paused for a moment to adjust myself. Leo
opened his eyes and looked up at me.
	"*You're* enjoying this more than I thought, too," he said, motioning to
the sizeable swelling in my jogging pants. Guilty as charged, I just grinned
back at him.
	"Why don't you set it free?" he said.
	I didn't need a second invitation. I pulled down my trousers and boxers and
my erection shot forward excitedly.
	Leo was staring at it in awe. "Wow," he whispered. He was looking so cute
and horny, I just wanted to kiss him. By now it seemed like there was
nothing he was going to try to resist.
	"How about a tongue massage?" I asked, making my best sexy eyes at him.
	"Sounds good," he replied, with his best sexy smile.
	I took my T-shirt off so that we were both as naked as each other. I moved
forward so that my face was above his, and paused momentarily to marvel at
the cutest face in the world, still not quite believing this was *the*
Leonardo di Caprio. Then I moved lower and met his lips with mine, and it
was like electricity flowing through our bodies. I shuddered, as we
passionately explored each other's mouths with our tongues. Leo was a great
kisser, and no doubt he'd had plenty of previous experience. As we kissed, I
felt Leo's hands on my arse - this was the first time he had consciously
touched me, and it felt good. Gradually he started to massage my buttocks,
repaying me for my efforts.
	After what must have been nearly ten full minutes of snogging, I moved my
tongue down to Leo's neck and then slowly down south, pausing to suck his
now erect nipples. Leo let out a trembling purr, and I knew exactly how he
felt because having my nipples sucked turns me on something crazy too.
Whilst we were both enjoying ourselves here, there was something else I was
dying to get in my mouth, so I moved swiftly down and found it. I grabbed
Leo's cock and then put my tongue on the exposed head and swirled it around,
savouring its sweet taste. Leo's every moan seemed to somehow contain more
pleasure than the last. Gradually I took more and more of his manhood into
my mouth, until I felt the head touch the back of my throat - I had Leo's
whole eight inches in my mouth. Moving my head up and down, I licked and
sucked at it like there was no tomorrow. When his moans started to sound
like screams, I felt he was nearing orgasm, and I took his cock out of my
mouth so that I could finish him off by hand - I wanted to see Leo cum. I
took his member in my hand and started jerking him off - and only a few
seconds later, he screamed, that look of pure ecstasy on his face again, and
a jet of brilliant white cum shot out of his cock and all the way up to his
chin. All I could do was watch in awe, as shot after shot of cum erupted
from Leo's cock, assisted by my gentle masturbating, spraying his chest and
stomach with a shiny covering of white.
	After the last of his cum shots, Leo lay there breathing heavily for a few
moments.
	"That was fuckin' awesome," he said eventually. "And you were right about
the intense experience."
	"Glad to be of service," I grinned, giving his chest and stomach another
massage, but this time by smearing his man-juice all over it, like it was
massage oil.
	"You ever tasted cum?" I asked him, guessing that he hadn't.
	"No," he confirmed.
	Without bothering to ask whether he wanted to or not, I scooped up a huge
dollop of the stuff onto my tongue, and delivered it to his waiting mouth,
transferring most of it straight onto his tongue from mine. He swallowed, a
look of uncertainty on his face.
	"You get used to the taste, I promise".
	"I hope so," he laughed.
	We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then his gaze moved down to
my still erect and hungrier than ever cock.
	"Wanna touch it?" I asked, and without waiting for a reply, I knelt down
either side of him and sat down on his cum-stained stomach. Tentatively, Leo
reached for my cock and slowly moved his fingers up and down the shaft. I
quivered all over.
	"I've, er - never done this before," he said. "I mean, not with another
man."
	"It's OK," I told him re-assuringly.
	He began to softly wank me off, the look on his face like that of a kid
who's discovered an amazing new toy. I reminded myself of the amazing fact
that Leonardo di Caprio was jerking me off, and that I was his first guy. I
was loving the feeling, both physically and emotionally.
	His chin was still dripping with his own cum, and I took some of it off
onto my fingers and then licked them clean, relishing the taste. I then took
some more of it and this time put my finger in Leo's mouth. Leo licked it
clean, and now he didn't seem so unsure about the taste. He continued to
lick my finger and wank me at the same time.
	"You wanna move forward a bit?" he asked.
	At first I didn't know what he meant, and then I realised with delight that
he wanted my cock in his mouth. Willingly, I did as he asked, and soon he
was sucking me off. Now it was my turn for the moaning and gasping. There
was no doubt about it, this was a fantastic blowjob, especially as this was
his first time.
	"That's so fuckin' good," I said, in between gasps of pleasure.
	And then I felt it - I was about to erupt.
	"I'm coming!" I screamed, intending it as a warning, and expecting Leo to
take my cock out of his mouth. But he just kept on licking and sucking, and
soon I was shooting straight in to the back of his throat, and he was
gulping it down eagerly. It hadn't taken him long to get used to the taste!
This easily ranked as one of the best orgasms of my entire life and, to my
surprise, I kept cumming and cumming, way beyond my usual amount.
	When I'd shot all of my load and Leo had licked clean every last drop, I
took my dick out of his mouth, and slid my body down his, so that I was
lying on top of him, and we were looking into each other's eyes, me trying
to get my breath back. He put one hand on the back of my head, and pulled me
in to another passionate kiss, which lasted for several minutes.
	All of a sudden, we were interrupted by a knock on the door, and a look of
terror swept across Leo's face. He lay there frozen, and then there was
another, louder knock. Leo's body was still covered with cum, and there was
still some on his chin...
	"I'll go," I said. We both got up and Leo scrambled into the bathroom. I
opened the door a few inches, and just stuck my head out. (My body still had
Leo's cum smeared all over it, from when I lay on top of him).
	"Room service?" Leo must have ordered breakfast earlier and forgotten.
	"Er, just leave it out there, thanks." He probably wanted a tip but I was
in no state to give him one, so I closed the door. 	Sighing heavily with
relief, I returned my attention to Leo. I could hear the shower running
already.
	"Want me to rub your back?" I asked with a grin, and tried the bathroom
door, but it was locked. He probably wanted a bit of space, I thought, so I
lay on the bed and reflected on all the new and great experiences I'd had in
the last three months but how none of them compared to the last hour.
	Ten minutes later, Leo emerged from the bathroom, solemn-faced and with a
towel wrapped around him, which I felt like stripping him of. I smiled at
him but he didn't even look at me.
	"You alright?" I asked. "Breakfast is outside."
	"Shower's all yours. We have to leave in twenty minutes."
	I looked at the clock on the wall; he was right. I'd been so busy enjoying
myself that I'd lost track of the time. I headed for the bathroom, but
before I went in, I turned to Leo.
	"Sure you don't wanna come in with me?"
	"I gotta get ready."
	His tone was cold and emotionless. He was certainly a different Leo to the
one that had been eagerly swallowing my cum just a few minutes ago. I
showered quickly and came out to the room to get dressed. While I was doing
so and Leo was putting gel in his hair, he didn't say a word to me. There
was definitely something the matter, and eventually I plucked up the courage
to ask him.
	"What's wrong?" I asked.
	Leo didn't say anything but looked at me curiously, even suspiciously I
thought.
	"It was good, wasn't it?" I asked.
	He sat down on his bed, and looked as though he was searching for the right
words.
	"Yeah it was good, it was... it was great."
	I smiled, and he continued.
	"The thing is... I've never done anything like this before, I mean... God,
I feel like such a fuckin' idiot..."
	I looked at him blankly. I didn't understand what he was getting at. He
took a deep breath.
	"If this gets out, it... it wouldn't be good for my reputation, for my
career."
	Suddenly I understood. He was worried about people finding out he'd slept
with another man.
	"So," he continued. "How much do you want not to go to the papers?"
	I stared at him incredulously. "Go to the papers?" I asked. The thought had
never so much as entered my head.
	"I don't know how much you'd get for this kind of story these days, so just
name your price and-"
	But I cut him short.
	"Look... I don't want your money. And I'm not gonna go to the papers. What
happened is between us."
	Leo considered this for a moment but didn't seem entirely satisfied.
	"How do I know you won't?" he asked.
	"Because I've just fuckin' told you." I was starting to feel a bit
irritable now.
	"I don't know if I can trust you."
	The cheek of the guy!
	"You did just now didn't you?"
	"The thing is, in this business, you... you hear stories... kiss and tells
have really damaged people's careers, and you don't know who to trust..."
	"Well then you shouldn't have let me give you a massage in the first
place."
	"No, I guess I shouldn't have."
	I regretted saying that, and Leo got up to pack the rest of his things. I
went for a piss I'd needed for a while and when I got back, he was packed
and ready to leave. Without waiting for me to finish getting my things
together, he turned towards the door.
	"Have a nice flight back," he said. But I couldn't just let him leave like
that. For one thing, I was hoping for an upgrade to first class. For
another, I was hoping against hope to see him again.
	"I was kinda hoping for an upgrade," I said cheekily, and I wish I hadn't
said it, because Leo replied with a look that said no fucking chance.
	"Look, I don't care about the upgrade," I conceded. "Will I see you again?"
	I realised what a stupid question this was, and I got exactly the same look
in return. I was going to ask him for at least a goodbye kiss, but I knew
that would meet with the same response.
	"Well... thanks for a great morning, and... take care of yourself." It was
the only thing I could think of to say.
	"You too," he muttered, grabbing the door handle and pulling the door open.
	"Leo," I called after him. "Don't worry, OK? No-one's ever gonna know."
	He finally met my eyes and gave me a weak smile. Then he turned and left.
It was the last time I saw him.