Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 19:56:23 -0000
From: Widget <the_only_widget@hotmail.com>
Subject: Making it count with Leo - Part 4

Making It Count
by Widget

Warning: This story contains gay sex. If you are under the legal age to
read such material in your country, or are likely to be offended by such
material, then read no further.

This story is fiction and in no way implies the sexual orientation of the
real Leonardo DiCaprio.

I have never met Leonardo DiCaprio, and this story is a fantasy about what
could have happened if he had replied to a fan letter that I sent to
him. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction, and any feedback would be
welcomed although flames will be ignored.

Leo, if you read this I apologize if it offends you, on the other hand if
you enjoy it I would love to hear from you.

If you missed the previour parts they can be found on my site at
http://members.tripod.co.uk/widget/


Part 4

We slept late into the next day, waking around 11am to the smell of stale
cum from our session the night before. As we sat up in bed the dried cum on
our bodies started to fracture and break off. I reached towards Leo and
gently stroked my hand against his face before drawing him towards me for a
good morning kiss. After a brief kiss I took him by the hand and led him
toward the shower, this morning we would wash each other clean before
starting another perfect day. I knew the day would be perfect. How could it
be anything else when I was with him.  We showered quite quickly and were
soon sat in the kitchen having some breakfast trying to plan the day ahead.
That afternoon I would be on my own as Leo said that he had an interview to
publicize his new film "The man in the Iron mask", which would be followed
by a meal out with some of the cast at some showbiz venue where there were
sure to be lots of press hanging around.  We both agreed that it would be
for the best if I stayed at the house that evening.

I spent the afternoon shopping (one of my favourite pastimes, even though I
can hardly afford the prices some of these shops charge).  I bought myself
some black silk shirts (black always was my favourite colour), some dark
lightweight trousers and some jackets which I thought I would be able to
wear when I went back to work.  Thinking about being back at school, away
from Leo made me feel quite sad, so I had to combat that with some more
shopping.

When I eventually got back to the house it was about half past four and I
was feeling quite hungry.  I decided on "Inspiration Pasta" for dinner (you
cook the pasta then throw in whatever you happen to have in the cupboard),
a quick and easy meal yet surprisingly filling.  After dinner I decided to
relax in front of the television with some of the magazines that I had
bought during the day.  There was a brief item on the news about the party
that Leo and the others were at which made some comment about the great
romancer Leo being surrounded by models and seemingly enjoying the
attention.  What an actor he is I thought when he can convince the press
that he is actually interested in those models.  By eleven O'clock I had
decided to turn in for the night, after having a bedtime wank of course.  I
woke up at several stages during the night each time expecting Leo to be
lying in bed next to me.  On seeing that he wasn't I would check downstairs
to see if I had been woken up by his coming in to the house.  On each
occasion there was no sign of him.  When there was still no sign of him by
five in the morning I really did begin to wonder just how much of an act
all that flirting with the models had been, but reasoned to myself that he
knew that I was here waiting for him, and that I knew he was gay so there
couldn't possibly be anything in it.  At seven am I gave up on getting back
to sleep and decided to shower and get dressed.  Nine am came and went and
still no sign of Leo, by this stage I was really starting to panic and
picked up the phone.  Using the speed dial I called his mother to ask if he
was there.

"No, he's not here", she said, "but he often stays out all night when he
has one of these parties, especially if he's picked up a.....".  She
suddenly stopped.

"Picked up a?" I said waiting for her to finish her sentence, knowing full
well what she had just stopped herself saying.  Irmelin started to stammer
to think of something to say, but I just didn't want to hear it.  I dropped
the phone, letting the receiver dangle on its wire, Irmelin still on the
other end of the line.  In a complete daze I wandered around the house, not
knowing what to do or think.  Of course it was obvious what had happened.
He had been flirting with those models, that much I had known from the news
bulletin, and it didn't take a genius to work out what he had got up to
when he still wasn't home by ten the next morning.

Eventually my dazed walk led me to his bedroom and the edge of his bed.
Without thinking I sat down and lay on my side on the bed.  I felt so
alone.  The previous night I could have been the only person on the planet
and I wouldn't have felt lonely because I knew he was coming home to me,
now I felt like the whole world was closing in on me and I was so small in
such a huge world.  I curled up and began to cry.  Soon I was crying so
hard that I was literally shaking and could hardly see.

It was at that point that I knew what I had to do.  I had to get out of
there.  I'd had my heart broken too often and couldn't stay here any
longer.  I phoned the airport then called a taxi.  While I waited for the
taxi to arrive I gathered together all of my belongings.  Then finding a
piece of paper I scribbled a quick note for him to explain.  While I was
writing the not I could hear a strange whistling sound.  It was then that I
realised that I had never hung up the phone and it was still hanging from
its wire.  Replacing the handset I made my way to the door and the waiting
taxi.

When Leo eventually awoke it was with a thumping headache and a feeling of
disorientation.  This was not his house.  He was in a small guest bedroom
of someone's house.  He had been so drunk the previous night that as the
party drew to a close his manager had half dragged and half carried him out
of the club and putting him in her car had driven him to her house.  She
had managed to get him up the stairs and into the guest room.  He flopped
down onto the bed in a near comatose state.  Once she had removed his shoes
she pulled a blanket over him and then went to bed herself.

Leo finally worked out where he was when she walked in to the room coffee
cup in hand and said to him

"here drink this, it'll make you feel a little better, then we'll get you
home".

"Thanks", Leo said taking a large gulp of the strong coffee.

The day was a bright warm one and it was nearly lunchtime when Leo finally
got home (with his manager driving him).  As the car neared his house she
spotted a taxi pulling out of his driveway and heading off in the other
direction.

"Looks like we missed a visitor", she said "although from the state of you
I would say that you're not up to visitors yet".

Leo's head snapped up at this as he too spotted the taxi.  He suddenly
remembered that I had been left alone all night.  "He must be worried sick"
Leo thought as he raced out of the car towards the front door.  What got
into you his manager said when she finally caught up with him in the
hallway.  Leo spotted the note straight away.  I had put it on the table
next to the phone where he usually put the keys once he got in the house.
He picked up the note and silently read it.  An agonised look came over his
face as the note fell from his hand and fluttered to the floor.  "What's
up" his manager asked.  No response.  Leo just turned and walked further
into the house.  Confused she picked up the note and read....

"By the time you get this note I will be gone.

I saw you with that model all over you on the news last night.

It doesn't take a fool to work out where you were all night.

What a fool I was to believe that you lived me.

I just hope she was worth it."

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Comments or suggestions will be welcomed at the_only_widget@hotmail.com
although I cannot promise to reply.

Should I continue this story with a fifth part? What do you think should
happen next? I would love to hear your ideas.

Please remember this is my first attempt at an erotic story, so any advice
as to how to develop it would be welcome, but please keep comments
constructive, I get hurt easily.