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Falling for Him ===============
The sun beat down on the dusty streets of the Chinatown district of Bangkok. All around me was the hustle and bustle of the bazaar-goers: a mixture of local Thai residents and the tourists and travellers such as myself.
It was soon after noon, the hottest part of the day, and I was sweating slightly in the heat as I wove my way between the other hot and sticky bodies that made up the crowd. My mind was wandering, thinking about how good a nice cold beer would taste right now...
As I return to the real world, my vision is filled by a young man on a bike racing straight towards me. I try to jump out of his way but there's not a lot of space in the crowd, and as he dashes past I am sent sprawling onto the ground. I use my left arm to break my fall but as I go down my knee takes a knock and I feel a sharp pain in my leg.
Instinctively I check that my bag is still with me, and that my wallet is safe in my inside pocket; all is still in place and I breathe a slight sigh of relief before pushing myself up.
It was as if the crowd hadn't noticed my incident with the bike, for all around me people were passing me by. As I look up, I discover for the first time that I am not the only victim of the storming cyclist - another young guy just a meter away is rearranging his baseball cap and sunglasses as he picks himself off the ground.
"Bloody idiot! He got you too?" I say to the guy as I hobble over.
"Yeah," he said, looking at me. His accent was distinctly American. "Are you OK?"
"I think I'll be all right... just a grazed knee and a load of laundry to do to get the mud off these clothes!"
He looked at me for a second before speaking, as if checking that I was a decent character and not about to try to steal his wallet.
"Where are you staying?" he asked, finally.
"In a backpackers' hostel. Over in the Banglamphu district" I tell him.
"Listen, my hotel's not far away. Why don't you come and get cleaned up, and have that leg looked at?"
"Oh no," I said, not thinking it a good idea to go off with a stranger in the middle of Bangkok, however reasonable he may appear to be. "I'll manage".
"Come on," he replied, "I insist. It won't take us more than ten minutes to get there."
Thinking about my knee, which was beginning to feel a touch more painful when I put pressure on it, I agreed and we set off in the direction of his hotel.
As we walked, my hobbling became more and more pronounced until eventually the young American had to help me by supporting my left side.
Realising that I hadn't told him my name, I thought it about time I introduced myself.
"I'm Peter, by the way".
"OK Pete!", he replied, "I was about to ask you your name."
"Aren't you going to tell me yours?" I asked, after a moments silence.
"Yeah, right" he said, almost indignantly. This struck me as a little strange, but I could see that maybe he didn't think it was the best idea to tell people he'd literally 'picked up' off the street his name until he knew them a bit better.
"Fair enough," I said. "I guess its sensible not to give out your name to just anyone."
"Leonardo DiCaprio".
"Yeah," I laughed, "and I'm the Queen Mother. How about something more likely... like Bob?"
"No, seriously." He turned to me and removed his sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes. I studied his face properly for the first time. "I am Leonardo DiCaprio."
As we walked back to his hotel, I recovered slowly from the shock that I was with him, the gorgeous star of Titanic, The Man in the Iron Mask, Romeo and Juliet.... and he explained what he was doing in Thailand. He was about to start shooting for a new film he was doing called "The Beach". The details he gave me were sketchy but I was only half listening, still coming to terms with the fact that I was about to go up to Leonardo's suite in his hotel. Sure, it was only to get myself cleaned up, but what a story this would be when I got back to the pub in England!
It took longer than expected to reach his hotel, mostly due to my leg which was slowing us to about half the normal walking pace. It was a grand affair with doormen and exquisite interior decoration, making the hostel where I'd been staying pale into insignificance.
We took the lift to the third floor, where his suite was, attracting a few strange glances from the reception staff due to our dusty, mud-covered clothing.
"Here we are at last" he said, as we entered his suite.
"Wow!" I said, looking around. "This is quite a room."
And it was. Divided into two sections, the room had a lounge area with a sofa, armchairs and a low table on the left; on the right was a huge double bed, four-poster of course.
Leo shut the door behind us and locked it.
He took of his cap and glasses and for the first time I saw his whole face clearly. His dreamy blue eyes, his beautiful smile. His hair had been cut short, no longer the long locks I remembered from Titanic. It suited him.
It seemed like an eternity that I was just staring at him, but it was probably only a second or maybe two.
"The bathroom's through there" he said, indicating a door on the other side of the room. "You can take the first shower. There's clean towels and stuff in there, help yourself."
"Thanks" I said, and hobbled off towards the bathroom.
I went in and shut the door. I stripped off my clothes which felt like they had been baked in the middle of a mud pie, and embraced the hot water of the shower. It felt so good to get the dirt and dust of the streets out of my hair and I spent a good few minutes washing and lathering soap over myself. However I couldn't help thinking about where I was and who was waiting in the room next door, and as I thought about him there was a definite movement in my groin, as my mind began to remember all the times I'd fantasised about him in the past. Still, I'd been taking up his shower for long enough and I thought he'd want to use it too, so I resisted the temptation to jerk myself off and turned the temperature down cold to try to get rid of my by now thumping erection.
I towelled myself dry and wrapped the towel around my waist, collected my pile of clothes and headed back into the bedroom.
Leo was waiting for me to come out, dressed now only in a bath robe that looked like it was made from silk or something similar. It was open at his chest, revealing his smooth and completely hairless upper body, but I didn't want him to notice me staring so I looked him in the eye instead.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Much better. That was great."
"OK, well make yourself at home while I go and get cleaned up myself. I won't be long."
And he headed off into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Not knowing quite where to put my pile of mud encased clothes for fear of dirtying anything in the room, I just held on to them and sat on the end of the bed.
True to his word, Leo was soon out of the bathroom, now like me wearing just a white towel around his waist. I tried desperately not to stare at his beautiful body, but I could already feel the faintest beginnings of an erection down below.
"Here, let me take those," he said, seeing my pile of clothes still in my hands.
He took them from me and put them in a basket in the corner of the room, presumably a laundry basket.
"Right," said Leo, "let have a look at your leg."
He came over to where I was still perched on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me. My knee was covered by the towel that I was wearing and Leo pushed it aside to reveal most of my right leg.
The next thing I knew he was touching my damaged knee with his delicate hands, but I didn't comment, presuming he knew what he was doing, and I tried not to let my mind run away with me and let my cock give the game away by erecting a tent in the towel.
"Looks like just a nasty graze," he said, "I can't find any evidence that its broken. Let me get some disinfectant for it."
"Sure" I said, almost stammering, not wanting to say too much for fear that he'd pick up the excitement and uneasiness in my voice.
He returned with a tube of disinfectant cream which he opened and squeezed out onto his hand.
"This will probably sting a bit" he said, looking up at me. I tried to avoid gazing into his eyes but my vision was locked on target, my eyes refusing to look away when told to by my brain. Leo looked down as he started rubbing the cold ointment over my knee.
He rubbed my knee for what seemed like an eternity and I shut my eyes while he worked. Eventually he stopped and stood up, wiping his hands on the towel around his waist.
"How do you feel now?" he asked.
"Much better. Just a bit stiff from the fall, that's all. I expect I'll live though."
He smiled at me.
"OK. Stay sitting where you are" he said. He came around the side of the bed and climbed onto it, so that he was behind me and I couldn't see what he was doing. Suddenly I felt his hands on my shoulders as he started to massage my muscles.
"How does that feel?" he asked, "Does that help?"
"That's gorgeous" I replied, almost unable to contain myself at the thought of what was going on.
Leo massaged well, his fingers kneading the muscles in my shoulders as his hands brushed against my neck. Gradually he was massaging less and less, his hands caressing my skin. I thought I was in heaven, as he rearranged himself so that his legs came down beside mine and he was sitting right behind me.
His fingers worked on my skin. His hands drifted around to my front and as he brushed against my left nipple I let out an involuntary little moan. Encouraged by my obvious pleasure, he abandoned all pretence at massage and ran his hands down my smooth body, finding my belly button and the treasure trail that lead from it down to the rim of the towel around my waist. He edged closer to me now and I could feel his hard cock pressing in to the small of my back, and I moaned again. He pressed himself to my body so his chest was against my back, as his hands slowly caressed my front. I felt his tongue touch my right ear and at the same time his hand slid down under my towel, down to the base of my rock solid cock. He caressed my balls, still sucking at my ear lobe and with his spare hand fondling my nipple. It was all I could do not to shout with pleasure as his hand ran up the shaft of my cock and his finger played with my piss slit.
After a few moments he withdrew his hand and pushed the towel away altogether, letting my 7" dick spring free at last.
"Come here," he said, pulling himself back onto the huge bed.
I turned around in time to see him discard his own towel, revealing his beautiful 8" uncut cock, surrounded at the base by a small but thick bush of dark blonde pubic hair.
He lay back on the bed and I moved up so that I was next to him, facing down. I put my hand on his belly and ran it up to his nipple, feeling his silky smooth skin under my fingers. Our eyes met, burning with lust, and our heads came together, his lips locking over mine before his tongue darted into my mouth. I moved my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair, still wet from the shower, and then back down over his silky body to his groin, all the time our tongues performing a little dance of their own in our mouths.
After what seemed like an eternity we came up for a breath.
"Suck me" he said, staring into my eyes. How could I say no? I slid down to his cock and stared at it for a moment, taking in its full beauty before slowly moving my face in close. I took the shaft in my hand and teased the end of his head with my tongue, darting it across his piss slit and poking it between his foreskin and the purple head of his cock. Leo moaned with pleasure and I pushed his thighs apart gently, giving me the space I needed to go down on him. Licking all the way down the length of his shaft, I slid my hands beneath him so that his soft, smooth, firm buttocks were in my grasp before finally taking his head in fully, still teasing with my tongue. Leo had his hands in my hair and caressed my head, and as I slowly went down on him he encouraged me to go further by gently pushing me down until he was right inside me, his wirey pubes brushing against my face. His smell was sweet and fresh from the shower as I pushed him up with my hands below, sucking and swallowing as hard as I could before slowly allowing some of his cock to slide out from my lips. I brought my hands back round and let them run up towards his nipples as I plunged back down on him, causing him to groan with pleasure.
I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth as his sweet, hot pre-come dribbled out from his head and down my throat.
"I'm gonna come!" Leo managed to blurt, and I let some of his cock slide out again, wanting to be sure to catch as much of his sweet juice as possible in my mouth instead of it shooting straight down my throat. His solid cock was throbbing now, and suddenly with a cry he exploded, my mouth barely able to contain all the liquid he was pumping in. Finally I felt him relax and I pulled myself from his cock, licking as I went to save every last drop, before climbing quickly back up to his mouth where his hungry tongue darted into my mouth so he could taste his own hot jism before I swallowed.
"God that was good," said Leo, "you must have done that before."
"No, never," I replied, looking into his eyes to make sure he believed me. "That's my first time."
"Well," he said, grinning, "lets hope my first time is as good as yours."
And with that he rolled us both over so I was on my back and he was straddling me. He reached out and touched my lips with his finger, and I took it gently into my mouth and sucked on it briefly, until he pulled it out and ran his hand down my navel to my groin and up the shaft of my rigid cock. Leo teased the head of my cock with the saliva-covered finger and looked sheepishly into my eyes before pushing back his legs and getting his head down to my cock. Pushing it flat against my belly with one hand, he fondled my balls with the other before sucking first one and then both into his mouth, his tongue darting around from side to side while his finger ran rings around my piss slit. After a moment he let my balls hang free again and slowly moved his way up my cock, licking not all in one stroke but in a lapping motion like a cat drinking milk, until he reached the head where he immediately took the whole girth between his lips and began to suck me down into his throat until I could feel his damp hair against my body. I moved my hands down to run my fingers through his hair and to caress the soft skin of his face. I groaned with pleasure as he sucked as hard as he could and ran his hands down up thighs and then pushed one under me until I could feel his finger looking for my hole. Finding what he was looking for, he brushed his finger against the sensitive rim and I groaned with pleasure. Slowly he eased his finger into my ass hole, causing me to give an involuntary little spasm of pleasure. Meanwhile he carried on sucking hard on my cock while working his finger deeper and deeper inside me until it would go no further. Then he began to rhythmically suck and push with his finger at the same time, making the base of my cock swell with come... I couldn't take this for much longer without coming, but I tried to hold it for as long as I could, not wanting this moment to pass.
"Here I go!" I called, and instantly shot my hot, sticky load deep down into his throat, but he took it without choking, still swallowing hard from having my cock in his mouth.
Leo looked up at me with the biggest grin on his face.
"Damn that was good," he said.
"Oh, you reckon, do you?" I mocked, smiling back at him.
We spent the rest of the afternoon together in Leo's suite, while Leo got the hotel to wash all my clothes.
When finally I had to leave for fear of losing my place in the hostel, Leo kissed me deeply on the mouth and we gazed into each others eyes.
"That was a fantastic afternoon." he said, holding me close to him.
"Oh yeah." I replied, not wanting to let go of him.
"Will I see you again?" he asked.
"Well put it like this: I know where you're staying for the next few months! And I have an open ticket back to the UK... so I expect I could manage to make time in my busy schedule for you" I joked...
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