Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 20:20:27 EST
From: JaysonBinMS@aol.com
Subject: Leo's Suprise-1

Just the usual stuff: This story is entirely a work of fiction between
myself and Leonardo DiCaprio.  It is for entertainment purposes only and
does not imply or suggest that any of the characters, myself excluded,
engage in homosexual acts.  But there's always HOPE!  If this stuff bothers
you why the hell are you reading it???  If you're underage or reading this
stuff is illegal where you live then move on.  Sorry I didn't make the
law. Peace and love to everyone.  Write me at JaysonBinMS@aol.com and let
me know what you think of my story.  This is my second submission to Nifty.
My first is a short story under gay/highschool called Jayson and Matt.

 For about the thousandth time since I started my new job out in San Fran
my eyes bugged wide open and my jaw hit the floor.  My name is Jayson, and
I work as a lowly intern for a publishing company that makes gay soft porn
of all things.  Before you go raising eyebrows it is a legitimate job with
decent pay and a lot of great eye candy.  Anyway, I walk into the large
conference room to give a message to Larry, one of the company's producers.
There's a big screen television with all the best video stuff at one end of
the room.  I thought it was kind of strange that Larry would be in the big
conference room by himself watching the television.  But when I saw what
was on the screen my whole world came to a screeching halt.  There on the
screen was my hero, the man himself, Leonardo.  Naked.  On his knees.  He
was giving some guy a nice blow job.  I thought I was going to faint.  I
guess all the blood ran from my brain down below my belt to you know where.
When I grabbed the chair beside me I startled Larry who obviously didn't
hear me come into the room.  Surely this is some joke the company plays on
interns.  There is no way in Hell Leo could be....

"Well, I see I've got YOUR attention.  Image what my little surprise is
going to do for the rest of the world?" Larry laughed like a kid at
Christmas.

"That can't be...."

"It's the real thing Jay.  Chris is one of my favorites.  He likes to keep
busy when he's not doing a film.  And it looks to me like he's definitely
keeping busy with America's Number 1 bachelor boy!  "

"It's real then?"

"Oh yeah you bet.  I knew I had a good thing when I discovered Chris.  He
LOVES being in front of a camera.  I knew he would pay off.  Just didn't
think he would pay off this big!"

"So he tapes everyone he goes out with?"

"Oh I don't know about that.  Damn glad he did this one though.  You should
see it when they REALLY get after it.  Who knew little Leo could take it
like a pro?  Hahaha.  I never in a million years expected those dirty
little rumors to be true.  I knew Leo was just too damn good looking to be
totally straight.  Now I have it all on tape!  Would you just look at
that?" Larry gulped down another Jack and coke, his fav cocktail.

Damn!  I had to sit down.  There on the TV screen was my hero.  The guy I
had watched in Titantic 352 times!  The guy who I fantasized about.  There
he was in all of his erect glory.  OK so it wasn't the biggest thing I've
seen, but, hey, I work at a porn company right?  There he was swallowing
this guy Chris with his huge porno dick.  God I was jealous.  I secretly
hoped Larry would leave the room so I could watch the rest of the tape.  I
had to see my Leo get off.

"Chris has got to be the luckiest bitch in the whole world," I mumbled not
really thinking Larry would hear me.

"Feeling a little jealous, huh kid?  Well, I would hate to bust your nuts
baby, but from what Chris tells me he wasn't Leo's first.  Maybe the first
to get it all on tape.  Hell, who knows, maybe Leo gets off on the camera
as much as Chris does.  Haha.  Come have a drink.  You look like you need
one."

I walked up and downed a straight Jack Daniels as Chris emptied his nuts
all over the man of my dreams.  Larry let out a long whistle and then
started laughing before he abruptly shut off the VCR.

"Can't have you walking around the office horny all day now.  You've seen
enough.  For now.  But you know what I was thinking.  I'm thinking about
having a little video premier at my place tonight.  Just me and a hundred
or so of my horniest friends.  You interested?  I know you want to see the
tape.  I can see it in your eyes ... and in your pants.  We'll watch the
tape, drink some good drink, maybe a little swim in the pool.  Who knows.
All those hormones around.  Think about it.  Hell, I got to run.  I need to
decide what to do with this jewel of a video when I'm done with it.  Hell,
Leo might have ruined his career with the women.  Maybe he can start a new
career here. "

"If that tape gets out you'll ruin him..."

"Ruin him and make me rich as fuck!!!!  It's all about survival of the
fittest out there kid.  You don't get anywhere being a boy scout.  Although
you would make the cutest little virgin scout.  I got a part open in my new
flick, interested?"

"I work here as an intern.  That's all."

"Don't try to place little Mr. Innocent kid.  What you don't think walking
around the office all day long with a hard on doesn't get noticed?  You're
dying to get some.  Why do you think I let you sit in on the screen tests
yesterday.  Bet you went in the bathroom and jerked it when we were done
didn't ya?"

"No I came twice during the screening."

Sarcasm is one of my major character defects.  I stormed out of the room as
Larry reminded me to be at his place at 8pm.  It would be a cold day in
Hell before I showed up at one of his dirty ass fuck fests.  He is such an
ASSHOLE.  I HATE him!!!!  Ok so I am reacting to this video in a bad way.
I had lots of papers to file at my desk, but all I could do was think about
the video.  Larry was hell bent on milking this for everything it is worth.
Having been outted against my will when I was in high school, I knew that
pain all too well.  And I'm not even a famous celebrity.  Oh my GOD!  What
will happen to Leo's career?  What will his friends think?  His family?  Oh
my GOD!  He'll be finished!  All because of Larry.  By the time I realized
I was having a panic attack it was too late.  I fell out of my chair onto
the cold floor trying to catch my breath.  The room was spinning and
closing in on me.  I was suffocating.  I couldn't breathe.  Oh SHIT!  Calm
down.  I am such a wimp.  This is NOT the way to handle this situation.
SHIT!  I'm crying.  Water.... I just a drink of water.  I'll be okay.  If
my heart will quit beating 200 times a minute.  OK.  Easy Jay calm down.
There's got to be a way out of this.  I have to talk to Larry.  I've got to
convince him to NOT show that damn video at his party tonight.  Knowing
Larry if even ten of his friends find out about this it will be in the
papers by morning.  SHIT!  Think Jay.  You may be an intern, but you're
smart.  You play dumb so you can catch 'em by surprise.  You need a plan
Jay.

"Hey Jayson, Larry needs in the production office," Mark paged me on the
intercom.

Mark is cool.  He's like 21 versus my 20.  He works as a secretary for the
production office.  Apparently my company likes them young.  From the way
he looks at me I can tell he likes me.  So far I've played hard to get.

"Tell him I'm on my way."

"Move your ass Jay, Mr. Matthews is in the office today.  You know how he
is about late interns."

OK at that I bolted down the hall to the production office.  Mr. Matthews
was the majority owner of the company.  He was the one that hired me after
he read one of my on line fiction stories.  He invited me out to San
Fransisco to work.  He's not really that bad of a guy.  But he's totally
hetero.  Imagine that.  A straight guy owns the gay porno production
company.  I never figured out why he was reading one of my GAY stories.
Ironic I guess.  It shows what some guys will do for money.  My luck would
have it that they're all about to go into some big ass meeting with Larry.
I heart skipped a beat when I realized that it would probably be the Leo
tape.  Larry moves fast.  And who do I almost run down when I busted up in
the office?  Larry.  Could my day get any worse?  He looked around quickly
and pulled me out into the hallway before anybody in the room even saw me.

"Listen kid, I called you over not Matthews.  I going to do you a big favor
and let you in on the action.  This video is probably going to be worth a
shitload of money.  I don't want to play this ace card yet.  It might just
be my ticket to my own production company.  I need you to take care of a
couple of things.  First, find Chris.  Track him down.  His agent's name is
in my rolodex.  Get Chris to my office ASAP I don't care how long it takes.
Just get him here.  He told me I got the only copy.  He's too stupid to
realize just how valuable it is.  He thinks with his dick not his head.
But I want him here where I can watch him.  If he catches on he might want
some of the action.  So find him and get him here, understand?  I also want
you to find out how I can talk to DiCaprio himself.  And I don't want some
damn agent or assistant.  I talk to no one but him.  Find out how.  Don't
talk to him yourself; just find out what you can.  And get me a safe
deposit box where I can hide it.  I don't trust it locked up in my office
safe.  Don't swrew this up kid.  This could be your big break."

"Not a problem."

With that Larry walked into the office closing the door behind him.  I ran
to his office and began the task of tracking Chris down.  I didn't have a
clue where he lived or anything.  But I had seen him in and out with enough
regularity to think that he might be in San Fran.  Sure enough I found his
agent's number.  I picked up Larry's phone and dialed the number.  After
talking to an assistant it was established that Chris was in Europe with
some old rich fool.  It was widely know that many of the flick stars sold
themselves to the highest bidder when they weren't filming.  I guess Chris
was no exception.  Anyway, he won't be back until his new film starts in
January.  That's over a month a way.  Next with Mark's help I get to talk
to someone who knows someone who knows someone, etc.  I get the phone
number of Leo's business manager in L.A.  No sweat.  Next I hauled ass to
the bank and secured a small safe deposit box in Larry's name.  As an
afterthought I added my name to the contract hoping he wouldn't notice when
he signed it.  That way I would have access to the box just like him.

By the time I returned to the office the big meeting was over.  And it must
have been a damn good one 'cause just about everyone that came out of the
production office was buzzed.  Let me just say that liquor and probably
stronger stuff flows pretty freely around here.  I drink occasionally.
Several of the big guys drink before, during, and after lunch so I keep the
upper hand by NOT drinking.  I met Larry in his office as he poured down
another Jack and coke.  He was pretty buzzed.  I gave him my report.  He
was mildly displeased about the Chris thing, happy about the safe deposit
box, and damn near cheered when I gave him the phone number to get in touch
with Leo's business manager.  Damn I'm good.  I remind him he has to go to
the bank and sign the contract to make it official.  So he pours another
drink, throws me his car keys, and grabs the video out of his UNLOCKED
office safe.  DUH???  I could have slapped myself.  All this time that damn
video was in the safe.  I could have taken it and ran.  I giggled to myself
at my stupid mistake as Larry and I left for the bank.  Sure enough he
didn't even read the contract!  He just signed, got the key, and he locked
the video away for safety.  As we sped off in his convertible he dropped
the key in the ash tray.  He didn't smoke and laughed that he finally found
a use for the ash tray.

I took him to his house, dropped his drunk ass off on his couch, and took a
cab back to my place.  I thought about stealing the key out of his car and
making a run to the bank, but it was closed.  I would have to play the
situation right, but that video would be mine.  And I would deliver it to
my hero personally assuring him it was the only copy.  I would promise my
discretion.  He would be so grateful.  I closed my eyes with a smile as I
recalled the image on the TV screen of my naked hero snacking on Chris's
impressive porno dick.  I fell asleep two minutes after I came.

 My damn pager woke me up at 11:00 am the next day, my day OFF.  I called
the office and talked to Mark a second to make sure he wasn't suspicious
about why I needed the information on Leo.  He didn't have a clue.  Of
course it was Larry paging me so I took a deep breath and called him back.
He was unusually happy despite what must have been a hangover.  Hell, it
was already 11:00 he might be drunk again.  He drinks a lot when he's not
filming.  It'll be good when his next project starts up because he'll be
out of my hair and off the booze.

"Wake up kid.  I know it's your day off, but I thought you might like to
know that I'm expecting a certain client at 3pm.  He's flying in from
L.A. personally.  It was easy.  It was hell getting past his business
manager prick, but once I had him on the line all I had to do was say two
words - Chris and videotape!  I thought you might like to see how real
negotiations take place."

I dropped the phone.  Larry was an arrogant bastard.  And right now he was
winning.  But my hero, Mr. Titantic, the man himself would be in Larry's
office at 3pm.  No fucking way!

"I'll be there.  You need anything?"  I sucked up.

"No just be here.  You never know.  When we get to dealing, who knows what
might happen?  Want to take Chris's place stud?"  So all of the sudden
Larry was Mr. Macho Hollywood Negotiator.

"I'll be there.  Later."

SHIT!  I know these aren't the best of circumstances, but I was going to
meet HIM!!  It is definitely time to prioritize.  I hauled ass to town
maxing my VISA card along the way.  I got a hair cut, new shoes, new
outfit.  No make that five new outfits.  I even got a facial and body
massage.  I made it to the office an hour early so I went up to my office
and read my email.  I was getting really nervous.  What would happen?
Would Larry be an ass?  This could be very very ugly.  I really don't want
any part in the whole thing except I want to Leo so bad.  But I'm going to
meet him as an enemy.  SHIT.  What do I do?  There's only one way to get to
Leo.  That videotape.  Before I knew what I was doing, I was in Larry's
office getting the keys to his car.  He was in a meeting until 3pm so I
only had an hour.  I ran down to his car after running over poor Mark in
the hallway.  The safe deposit box key was still in the ashtray.  I said a
short prayer of thanks and hauled ass to the bank.  It was no sweat getting
into the box since my name was in fact on the contract.  I grabbed the tape
and took it home.  I had 30 minutes to get to the office.  I popped the
tape into the VCR and sure enough was rewarded with the image of my naked
Leo as he got on his hands and knees.  I shut off the VCR and hid the tape
under my bed.  I know stupid idea, but I had to be at the office in like
ten minutes.  As I walked in the front door a sudden sadness rushed over me
as I realized I would probably be fired when Larry found out what I did.
No time to worry about that now.  It's 3pm, and there's some dark haired
guy in a fine ass suit sitting in the lobby.  I get to Larry's office just
as Mark beeps in to say that his 3pm appointment is waiting in the lobby.
SHIT!  Where's my Leo?

"Go get him," snapped Larry nervously.

I went down the hall and into the lobby and was introduced to the dark
haired man Stephen.  According to him, he is here to represent Mr. DiCaprio
and blah blah blah.  This is not going to be good.

"Who the hell are you," Larry stood.

"OK Where is it?  What do you want?"  Stephen didn't bother sitting down.

"I thought I made it very clear that I would do business only with Leonardo
personally...."

"I'm as close as you will ever get to Mr...."

"You're making a huge mistake.  If that tape gets out his career will be
over."

"It won't get out."

Even Larry began to realize the tension in the air.  He looked at me and
ordered me to leave Stephen and him alone in his office.  I paced up and
down the hallway for an hour.  It was really quiet.  Mark eyed me
suspiciously, but I just told him I was having a very bad day.  I was
sweating like crazy, and I noticed the hallway was getting smaller.  Damn,
another panic attack?  I usually have like one every other month or so.
Not on a daily basis.  I felt sick.  After vomiting the remains of my lunch
in the restroom, I ran.  I jumped in my car and hauled ass home.  I crawled
under the covers.  That's when I realized that I still had Larry's keys in
my pocket.  SHIT!  What now?  I called Mark at the office and left him a
message to tell Larry I got sick and had to haul ass home.  Mark said he'd
stop by in an hour or so to check up on me.  I didn't have the strength to
tell him NO.

The loud banging noise at my door woke me.  Damn.  SHIT!  It might be Larry
looking for the videotape.  I looked out the window in panic, but saw only
Mark.  I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

"So how are ya man?"  he asked.

"I feel better now.  Must have been something I ate.  Come in. "

"Man the shit hit the fan at work.  The cops are on their way there man!
That guy you took back to Larry's office.  He threatened Larry or
something.  They might have been fighting.  Matthews came in and let most
of the staff go home.  Do you know what's UP?"

"No I wasn't in the meeting with Larry.  I was just there finishing up
something for him...."

"On your day off??"

OK how do I get out of this one?  Nobody in the office likes Larry enough
to work for him on their day off.  Mark could probably tell I knew more
than I was letting on, and that I was somehow involved.

"Are you ok?  Are you in trouble?  What is it?"  He was almost pleading
with me.

"Look Mark I can't talk about it right now.  I just need to get back to the
office.  Can you take me?  I don't want to go alone."

So off we went in Mark's jeep back to the office.  Luckily when we got
there no cops were around.  The place was strangely quiet.  Mark stayed at
his desk as I walked slowly down the hallway to Larry's office.  To my
great surprise, both Stephan and he were gone.  Where?  I laid Larry's keys
under a stack of papers in case he had been looking for them.  As I turned
around I almost screamed.  Mark was standing in the doorway watching me
hide Larry's keys.  Then Mr. Matthews walked in.  BUSTED!

"So where is Larry?  I got some figures to give him."  I asked
Mr. Matthews.

"He left with a client to go run an errand at the bank or something like
that.  I don't know what he was talking about.  But it didn't look nice.
You know anything about it?"

"No, sir.  I was introduced to the man, Stephan.  But I left them in here.
I don't have a clue either."

Luckily Mark chose this moment to remain silent.  He drove me home, and
finally stopped asking me questions when I begged him and promised to tell
him the whole story some other time.  As soon as he left I grabbed my
overnight bag and the videotape.  It took me fifteen minutes to pack and
another ten minutes to book a flight to L.A.  I was afraid Larry would come
after me, but he would have to find me first.  I took a cab to the airport,
and fell asleep as soon as the plane got in the air.  I prayed that Larry
or Chris didn't make copies of that damn tape.  I prayed that Stephan
didn't kill Larry.  Or maybe that he did.  I am so confused.

As soon as we landed in L.A. I ran to a phone and dialed the number I had
for Leo's business manager.  After arguing about Larry and the meeting I
finally mentioned Stephan's name and got to talk to some other guy who said
that yes, Mr. DiCaprio, wanted to talk to me personally.  A car would come
collect me at the airport and bring me to the meeting place.  Did I have
the videotape?  Of course I didn't tell them that, but they new I had it.
And I wasn't stupid.  I quickly ran to the bus station where they have
lockers with combination locks on them so there wouldn't be any key to
trace.  I locked the videotape in there and ran back to the airport.  A few
minutes later a tall man inquired if I were Jayson and led me to a car.
Inside the car was a cool looking guy around my aged named Rich.  He told
me he would escort me to Leo.  We talked about the weather, the town, and
one of Leo's movies.  If he knew about the videotape he certainly didn't
mention it so I didn't either.  I started getting all nervous.  I wasn't
sure if I was going to actually meet Leo or if Stephan would meet me or
what was going to happen.  My stomach hurt I was so nervous.  Anyway we got
to this huge ass modern building and went up almost to the very top.  I was
led into some offices.  I recognized the name on one of the doors as the
one I had called.  Rich ushered me into a large vacant conference room and
left.  I was too nervous to sit down so I paced the floor.  A few minutes
later the door opened and in walked my hero.  It was him.  I thought I was
going to faint.  If you've ever seen an angel before you know how I feel.

"Hello," was all I could say.

"I'm Leonardo DiCaprio."

"Yeah I know...  Umm.... I'm Jayson.  I just flew up from San Fran."

"What do you want?" getting to the point.

"To give you the tape back." I can barely talk I'm so nervous.

"Why don't we sit down?"

"Larry's an asshole."

"You steal it from him?"

"Yeah, I think I'm the only other person, besides Chris, who knows about
it."

"Do you know Chris?"

"I've met him.  He works for the company I work...or used to work... for."

"Why did you steal the tape?  Wanted a better deal than Larry could get?"

"Do you like Chris?" I asked relaxing a little.

"What?  Ummm... it just happened.  I only saw him that one time."  He
actually blushed.

"I can't imagine what would happen if that tape got out.  Larry was going
to..."

"And you're not?  I mean... you haven't told me what you want?" he was
nervous too.

"Well, I wanted to meet you and I don't want to ruin your career or
anything.  I'm sorry," I almost started crying.

"It's not YOUR fault.  I have to be more careful.  I mean I am careful.  I
thought I was."

"So you like guys?"

"If I tell you will I get the tape back?"

"I'm going to give you the tape back regardless.  I just wanted to meet
you.  I don't want any money or anything.  I just knew this was my only
chance to meet you and tell you how much I admired your work and ..."

"Hold on now, I have some fans do crazy things, but this is ... weird.  I
have an idea.  Why don't you give me the videotape, and then we'll go have
a nice dinner somewhere quiet.  I'm hungry.  And you need to relax.  Hell
we might even watch the damn thing before I burn it."

"That was a joke, right?  Look, I don't have the tape on me, but it's close
by."

"We can pick it up on the way," if Leo was trying to seduce me into giving
him the tape it was working.

"You know I have this huge ass crush on you, and I didn't even watch the
whole videotape.  Now I'm about to give it up.  Damn.  I should have at
least watched it first.  Maybe I can have a good night kiss as consolation,
huh?"

"You're sweet, Jayson.  Let's go eat." He said without answering my
question about guys.