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 apologise if it offends you, on the other hand if you enjoy it I would love to hear from you.
Thanks to those who E-mailed me, your comments encouraged me to write this second part. I have sent an advanced copy to you all by way of thanking you for your support.
This is a direct follow on from part one. If you missed that, then it can be found on my site at http://members.tripod.co.uk/~widget
Part 2
I awoke with a jump. I was not in my own bed and I could feel pressure on my chest. It took a while before I remembered where I was. Gradually, as my eyes became accustomed to the darkness I was able to make out vague images around the room, lit only by the moonlight shining in through the window. There I was lying in an enormous bed, with the man of my dreams lying with his arm around me, and his head resting on my chest. He was still fast asleep. I glanced around the room again to see if I could see a clock anywhere. Next to the bed was the gentle glow of a digital alarm clock, showing 3:30 am. In the distance the sky was beginning to turn a pastel blue as the sun began to creep over the horizon. It was the middle of summer and the sun was nearly always up well before I was, so it seemed strange to look out of the window and witness the beginning of the sunrise. Behind the buildings in the distance I could see an orange glow as the sun began to appear over the horizon. The whole world was fast asleep except the sun and me. It was a tremendously peaceful sight to behold. For this short while there was not a problem in the world. As the sun continued to rise I felt complete relaxation sweep over me as my eyes closed again and I drifted back into the realms of sleep. I don't know how many hours passed before I woke up again, but when I did it was because I had a feeling I was being watched. I was right. With his head still rested on my chest, Leo was lying in bed next to me watching me as I had been sleeping.
"Hey", he said when I opened my eyes, "you looked happy, was it a good dream?"
I smiled at him "It was. It was about you. And it's made even better by waking up here with you."
"Keep going", he said "I have a huge ego, flattery will get you everywhere".
I ran my hand down his back, over the smooth skin that led to that oh so firm butt. "After last night I don't think it's possible for life to get any better. I am, after all, in bed with the worlds' most desirable man and it seems after last night that you like me too. I have everything I could possibly wish for right here."
We lay there for a while. It seemed like ages before either of us thought of saying any more. I always felt that a sign of a strong bond between two people was the ability to be alone together and not feel the need to say anything. Sometimes a silence between two people can say so much more. I lay looking down at him running my fingers through his hair as he was purring like a kitten. After a short while my body started to speak for itself as the early morning hard on began to appear and poke Leo in the shoulder. Curious as to what it was tapping his shoulder Leo turned to look, then turned back to face me with a huge grin on his face and said, "Well, I know what you were thinking about!"
I looked down and noticed Leo was also rock hard. "The same thing as you by the look of it" I said nodding towards his cock, "great minds think alike".
Leo began to crawl up my body 'till he was lying completely on top of me with his hard on pressing against mine. I looked him deep in the eyes and then leaned up to him to pull him closer with a kiss. We must have kissed for ages before it suddenly dawned on me that it's rather difficult to breath with another person laying their entire body unsupported on top of your own. I had to come up for air, so I slapped Leo across the buttocks and when he pulled away surprised I said to him, "come on, its time to get up. I don't intend to spend all day in bed on my first day in the states, I want you to show me the sights. We have the whole week together, so there is no need to rush things." What was I talking about, no need to rush things? If going to bed with a person and screwing his brains out on the first night together wasn't rushing things then what was!
Leo, being the perfect host that he is, let me use the shower first, then while he was showering I took the opportunity to explore his house. It was huge, with a pool in the garden, thick hedges around the perimeter preventing anyone seeing in, and a large steel gate blocking the incredibly long driveway. I used to fantasise about living in a house like this.
Making my way back to the sitting room I started to clean up the remnants of the previous nights' meal, then set about fixing some breakfast for us both. I didn't know about Leo, but I was starving.
That day we did the usual tourist things, like photos in front of the Hollywood sign, walking along Sunset Boulevard, lunch in a starving actors café, followed by a leisurely drive through the Hollywood hills before heading back out to Leo's house for a cooling swim in his pool. We were chatting about this and that all day, but we never really talked, not seriously anyway. Not about why Leo had asked me to fly out there. I could only guess that he needed to come out to someone and felt that I was the only person he could be himself with, even though I was still a relative stranger. I had my secrets to keep, and he knew that, so I guess he figured that I could keep his secret aswell. My family are incredibly homophobic, so it was nice to be able to be myself with someone, without having to live a lie. I think Leo felt the same way. As the day drew on I began to wonder exactly what it was that led to Leo inviting me out there, after all it was not exactly the kind of thing that celebs are known to do very often. By about four in the afternoon I decided that I had to find out, even if just for my own peace of mind. We had both been swimming in his pool (I was never a strong swimmer, so I was more paddling around the edge), and had followed that by a cool drink while sitting at the edge of the pool.
"Leo?" I asked "We haven't really talked about last night. I assume that what happened was the reason why you asked me out here."
I could see from the look on his face that I had caught him off guard. After a few seconds to compose himself he bowed his head and said "yes. I had to come out to someone, and really didn't know who to turn to"
"But why me?" I asked, "after all, we hardly know each other"
"Well that's not really true", he said, "We have been writing to each other for some time now, and you have always been so honest and open with me in your E-mails that I feel as though I have got to know you quite well even though we had never met."
"Well you were always honest with me too, but I always had the feeling that there was something more, something that you weren't telling me. I guess last night told me what you had been keeping quiet. What confuses me is why fly me all the way out here to tell me you're gay, why not tell me that in an E-mail, it would have been a lot cheaper?"
"It's not exactly the sort of thing you write about. I felt I had to say something like that in person. I had to see your face when you found out. I had to see your reaction to know that you were O.K. with it, I didn't want to spoil the friendship that we have been building. Hollywood is so full of back-stabbing bitches who would sell their soul for a bit of juicy gossip they could use against you, it is difficult to find a true friend out here."
I was incredibly flattered by this. He regarded me as a friend. In a way I felt sorry for him. I had been lucky that I had made some close friends while I was at college who were happy to accept me as I am and who I could trust implicitly. Leo didn't have anyone like that in his life. Until now, that is. I got up and walked over to the sun lounger he was lying on. Crouching down next to him I picked up his hand and kissed it.
"You can count on me", I said, "I swear I will always be there for you. The question is WHAT HAPPENS NOW"?
Leo looked at me with a puzzled expression which began to change into a very worried look. Without saying anything he had become very frightened and his face showed it. He was clearly starting to understand what I was thinking.
"What I mean is, where do we go from here. I will have to go back to England soon, I have to be back for work. Does this mean that this new stage in our relationship is going to have to end just as it is getting started? It is not as though we could visit each other on a regular basis, the press would soon put two and two together if we did that and I don't think either of us want our relationship splashed all over the front page of the papers. What would something like that do to your career? It would be a disaster for mine, the kids in school would make my life hell if they found out that I am gay, I would loose all control over them......"
The futility of the situation started to get to me again as it had the night before. As I got more and more worked up thinking about it I could feel myself talking faster and faster and my throat was getting tighter almost suffocatingly tight as I tried to hold back the tears once again. Leo could see how upset I was and sat up drawing me into a close embrace. "We would just have to ride the storm...." said Leo. "It may never happen anyway, and unless it does there is no point in getting ourselves worked up about it."
"Of course, your right." I said, "but I just can't stop thinking about what could happen"
"Well, I will just have to help you take your mind off it then, won't I" he said, running his hands through my hair then moving in to kiss me. This was not one of those frenzied kisses like we had shared the previous night. This was a really gentle kiss. An incredibly reassuring kiss that soon brought me down from my panic of earlier, completely blanking my mind of everything except Leo. After a little while of kissing I started to feel as though the earth were moving under me, then heard a loud crack sound. Before I knew what had happened I was sprawling on the lawn with a stunned Leo laying on top of me (this was starting to become a habit of his, being on top of me). Once we had got over the initial shock we looked around to see what had sent us flying like that and noticed that two of the plastic legs on the sun lounger had broken and the thing had tipped us both across the garden. We lay there laughing for a while then started to nod off again in the warmth of the sun. By this stage Leo was half on and half off me, with one arm wrapped around me, one of his legs between mine and his head resting on my chest as we both drifted off to sleep again.
"Leo!"
We both looked around with a start. We must have been in a real deep sleep as neither of us had heard the person now stood before us entering the garden.
Comments or suggestions will be welcomed at the_only_widget@hotmail.com although I cannot promise to reply.
Part Three of this story is under way and will be added to my site at http://members.tripod.co.uk/~widget
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.