Making It Count With Leo - Part 3Making 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.
Part 3
Leo sat bolt upright, which was not an easy thing to do when you consider
how closely intertwined our bodies had become during our sleep.
"Mum!", he said. I guessed from the look of terror on his face that his
Mum had not been in on our little secret, that is she hadn't been until
now. Again, Leo's Mum spoke
"Leo, who is this?" she asked, this time with a little less shock in her
voice. Not knowing much about his mother other than that her name was
Irmelin, I decided it was best to let Leo handle this one. I didn't want
to land him in it if he didn't want her to know everything. I looked at
him to see what his reaction would be. Once the initial shock had worn
off, Leo turned to face me and quietly said
"I think Mum and I need to have a little talk, would you mind?"
I can take a hint as well as the next man, so I stood up excusing myself
and went inside. this is where the Brit in me came out as my first
reaction upon entering the house was to go to the kitchen to put the
kettle on.
Every so often I would glance out of the kitchen window, just to see that
Leo was alright. The first time I looked I saw his Mum sitting on a chair
under the parasol with Leo pacing up and down while talking to her. He
seemed quite upset, but this was to the time for me to interrupt them. I
didn't like what I saw. How was she going to react. Leo had flown me over
from England to come out to me when he felt he couldn't tell her, even
though she was the person he was closest to in the whole world. I sat on
one of the breakfast bar stools and drank a cup of tea, which always
seemed to help relax me in a crisis. After what seemed like an eternity I
looked out of the window again. This time Leo was sat on the floor at his
mothers feet with his head on her lap and she was running her fingers
through his hair. He was really huddled up tightly and his shoulders were
jerking up and down, it looked like he was crying pretty heavily at this
stage. I just wanted to go out there to him, wrap my arms around him and
tell him everything would be alright, but my instincts were telling me
that this was still to early. Leo would come and get me when the time was
right.
I must have washed that tea-cup till it was surgically sterile by the time
Leo did come in. I was stood by the sink in front of the window which
overlooked the garden when he came in. I had been so lost in thought that
I didn't even here him come in until Leo was standing right behind me. He
wrapped his arms tightly around me. I must have jumped out of my skin when
he did that as he let out an attempt at a laugh and apologised for
startling me. I turned around to see Leo's very blood-shot eyes looking
straight into mine. He had been crying, a lot by the look of it. I held
him close and kissed him to let him know that I still loved him then he
pulled away. Clearly upset Leo looked down at the floor and in what was
almost a whisper told me that his Mum wanted to speak to me. I was going
to ask him what about, but when he turned around and went over to lean
against the breakfast bar it seemed like a stupid question. Of course I
knew what she wanted to speak to me about. She was going to ensure that I
would keep my mouth shut about what I knew then send me packing.
When I got outside Irmelin looked up at me with inquisitors eyes. "This is
not going to be pleasant", I thought to myself as I sat down on the chair
opposite her.
"My son seems to think a great deal about you, young man. I, on the other
hand know nothing about you, a situation I intend to put right. I want you
to tell me all about yourself and how you came to know my son" she said
and then waited for my reply.
I started with the basic biographical information such as name, age and
occupation then moved on to where I am from and a bit about my family. She
listened closely to every detail that I gave her, occasionally prompting
me to go on. Then the questions started. At first it was a bit like an
interrogation, but then she started to relax as she found out more about
me and my background. I began to relax a bit more and felt more
comfortable answering her questions. By the time we were done it was more
of a conversation than an interrogation, with her telling me personal
things about Leo in exchange for equally personal stories from my past.
"You really care about my son, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes" I replied "I have only known him a short while, but the more I find
out about him the more I like him".
"He feels the same about you, I can tell from the way he spoke of you
earlier. What I don't understand is why he couldn't come to me about this"
she said, almost hoping I would be able to give her an answer.
"If he's anything like me, then he was probably afraid of what you would
think. I have never been able to tell my parents that I'm gay. I almost
did once. I got as far as telling them that I thought it was a
possibility, but they made it quite clear that they could never accept me
as gay and could never accept me having a gay partner."
I began to sob. This had been an issue that had caused me a lot of pain
ever since I began to realise I was gay.
"I have never been able to come out to them, even though I love them
dearly. They had made their feelings quite clear to me back then and I
couldn't cope if they rejected me. I love them, I can't loose that."
"I'm so sorry", said Irmelin. "And You came all this way to help my son?"
I replied "I care about him a great deal. I had to help him in any way
that I could. I think I could even be falling in love with him", I said,
lowering my eyes to avoid her gaze.
It was at that point that I nearly jumped out of my skin as a hand rested
on my shoulder and a voice from behind me said
"and I feel the same way about you".
It was Leo. He had come out from the house and had clearly caught the last
part of the conversation as he placed his hand on my shoulder to try to
comfort me. I hadn't even heard him coming out from the house.
"Well then", said Irmelin, "I'll leave you two love birds in peace, but in
future darling..." she said looking at Leo "..I'd lock the garden gate if
I were you. I'm quite sure you don't want the press catching you both the
way I did."
I blushed thinking of how she had found us and what the press would have
made of it. We would clearly have to be more careful in future.
As she was leaving, Leo's mum invited us both over to her house for dinner
later on in the week. I think we all needed time to get used to the way
things were developing, but I could already sense that she was going to be
O.K. with it if Leo was.
The heat of the day had died down now and it was starting to get cool as
the sun began to disappear over the horizon. It was only then that we both
realised how hungry we had become. Going back into the kitchen I started
scouting around for things that could be cooked. I offered to make Leo a
favourite meal from my college days 'Inspiration Pasta', so called because
once the pasta had been cooked you added whatever happened to be in the
cupboards. In this case that worked out as Tuna, Mushrooms, Sweet corn and
tomatoes. It made a simple, yet filling meal and went very well when
followed by two large glasses of white wine each.
After dinner we snuggled up together on the settee in front of a roaring
fire, Leo laying with his head in my lap as my fingers ran through his
silky hair.
"It's been a long day, hasn't it" I said to Leo, then when I got no
response I turned my attention away from the hypnotic effect of the fire
to look at Leo who was fast asleep. "I know I wanted you relaxed" I
thought, "but not that relaxed".
Being very careful not to wake him from his sleep I very carefully picked
him up in my arms and carried him up the stairs to the master bedroom.
Sitting Leo in a soft armchair near the window I went over to the bed and
pulled back the sheets and fluffed up the pillows, then returned to Leo.
Very slowly I untied the chord on his shorts (which had doubled as
swimming trunks earlier in the day), leaned him forward and pulled his
T-shirt up his chest and over his head, then yet again scooped him up into
my arms and over to the bed. Having stretched him out on the bed I gently
slid one arm under the small of his back and eased his hips up off the bed
so that I could slide his shorts down and off.
He looked so sweet lying there completely naked and fast asleep. He had
had a very stressful afternoon being found out like that, we both had, and
the stress had completely exhausted him. I looked at him sleeping like
that for a few minutes then quietly slipped out of my own clothes and got
into bed next to him. I pulled the sheets up over us then draping one arm
over him and cuddling up to him I kissed his forehead and whispered "Sleep
well my love. Nothing's gonna hurt you, not while I'm around". Letting out
a final sigh I allowed myself to completely relax and join Leo in the land
of dreams.
Not surprisingly I dreamt about Leo that night. I dreamt about all the
things that had happened that day, then about how drop dead gorgeous he
looked in the cinema and how even more stunning he was in the flesh. Every
time I had looked him in the eyes over the past 24 hours they had seemed
so deep I thought I would drown in them. After a while I dreamt about
making love to Leo. He was kissing me. Starting on the lips, then working
his way to my neck (which was driving me wild), then moving lower, pausing
at my nipples then on again till he reached my cock. He was lingering
there, kissing his way up and down the shaft, tasting every inch of it. I
had often had dreams like this, the kind where you feel as though it's
really happening, but I knew it was only a dream. I had after all carried
Leo up to bed and gone to sleep on my front cuddled up to him. Then I
dreamed that he was taking the head of my cock into his mouth, licking all
around it. I gasped and jolted myself out of my sleep (damn it all why did
I always have to wake up from dreams like that just as they started
getting good). I could still feel his mouth on me, and I was not lying on
my front cuddled up to him as I had thought, but instead I was lying on my
back with my legs wide apart and a cock hungry Leo working away between my
legs driving me wild. Not only was he working my cock but he was sending
me to heaven by doing it. I felt as though the tip of my cock was on fire.
It was burning in his mouth, begging for a release, stinging as though it
were being squeezed to death as Leo was pushing it further into his mouth.
I found myself gripping the sides of his head and writhing under his
ministrations. I couldn't last much longer surely, I was gasping for air
and bucking my hips as though I were fucking his face. Suddenly Leo pulled
off my cock and looked up at me. With the cheesiest of grins Leo said "Now
that I've got your attention we can have some fun". I just wanted my cock
back in his mouth so that I could get the release I so desperately needed,
but Leo seemed to have other plans and he slowly crawled back up my body
and straddled my waist.
Then, leaning over me once again Leo started to kiss me. This time while
he was kissing me I could feel the hardness of his cock grinding against
my own. After a while of this Leo started to wriggle about and I could
feel one of his hands wrap around the base of my cock holding it in
position as he positioned his opening against it. Slowly, but forcefully I
could feel Leo start to push back against my cock as it pressed against
his waiting ass. With no lubrication being used there was a lot of
resistance, but the saliva still on my cock seemed to help a little as the
head of my cock finally forced its way past his sphincter and started its
journey into his soft warm inner sanctum. Leo's face was all scrunched up
as he was doing this, clearly experiencing some discomfort but determined
to persist till I was in to the hilt. After a lot of pushing and grunting
I was completely inside him and Leo sat back, resting against by now
propped up legs, his shoulders resting against my knees, with me laying
like one of those adjustable sun loungers beneath him. It took quite a
while for Leo to get his breath back, but when he did he sat upright
again. The slight movement this caused against my cock was electrifying.
Leo held out his arms to me for me to sit up and embrace him while he sat
astride my cock, and as I did so he pushed some cushions behind my back to
help support me in this new position. There we sat with our legs wrapped
around one another and my cock firmly wedged up Leo's ass and we began
kissing again. As our chests pressed against one another I felt that this
must be as close as two people can get to being one singular entity. Then
it happened. As we kissed Leo started to gradually and very gently rock
back and forward causing my cock to move ever so slightly inside him,
being caressed by his velvety passage. I over the course of the next ten
or fifteen minutes I could feel that familiar fire in my cock start up
again as it reached the heightened sensitivity which usually means orgasm
is not far away, but I didn't come. I had this incredible red hot feeling
in my cock but without the orgasm actually beginning. This must have
carried on for at least half an hour with the pair of us rocking against
one another and Leo slowing down the pace every time I got near to the
point of no return. Finally we seemed to decide without saying a word that
it was time to bring the crescendo of sexual energy to a climax and allow
ourselves that blessed release. Leo broke the rocking pattern that he had
so carefully maintained for so long by starting to raise himself up and
lower himself down again on my cock, each time rising till I was almost
completely out of him, then back down again. Still slowly, but these new
long strokes by his vice like sphincter (he was clearly new to anal
intercourse) managed to create the force that was to push me over the
edge. My arms wrapped even tighter around his waist and held him close as
I felt as though my cock were exploding inside of him. My orgasm came in
forceful waves which seemed to move him as much as they were moving me. I
gasped for air as I began filling his inners with my cum and within a few
seconds of this starting I could feel all the strength in Leo's back go as
he buckled and fell against me. The two of us fell back against the bed
with me still inside Leo as within a matter of seconds Leo's cock throbbed
and started pouring out his cum against my stomach. After several volleys
of his cum gushing between our bodies all movement came to a halt as we
lay there breathless and exhausted. Finally having rested for a while Leo
seemed to have recovered enough strength to roll of me with a slight
popping noise as my cock sprung out of him. He lay down beside me and
turned his head to look at me. I looked over at him and pulling his head
closer kissed him on the lips once more.
"That was incredible", I whispered. "Where did you learn that?"
"I read about it on the net once and always wanted to try it out" he said
sounding very like a Jack Dawson talking about kissing Rose's hand in
Titanic. It took a little while for me to realise why the line sounded so
familiar, but while I was thinking about that kiss Leo had fallen fast
asleep next to me. I rolled over onto my side and slid as close to him as
I could then wrapping one arm around him I kissed him delicately on the
tip of the nose then allowed myself to join him in the realms of sleep.
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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.
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