It was a dark and stormy night, and Leonardo DiCaprio was standing on the prow of his favorite ship, the RMS Titanic. He was thinking about how he never won an oscar and that made him sad. He felt a sudden urge to go to the engine room. "That's odd," he said, a look of confusion on his face. As he made his way down there, he thought he could hear movement belowdecks. When he opened the door to the engine room, steam burst out. "What the…" he asked as he went into the room. Then he saw it. The engine, all shiny and oiled up. He started thinking about how nice it would to slide his "Academy Award" into those valves. Then one of them opened. "It must be fate," he thought as he undid his belt and slid his pants down. He started stroking the engine while cradling his "Golden Globes". "You're the only who ever truly understood me" Leonardo said. He felt the boat sway, as though in agreement. Leonardo couldn't wait any longer as his "ship" was "full mast". He shoved it into the inviting valve. It got halfway in, then it stopped. "I'VE GOT TO GO DEEPER," he yelled as he thrust harder and stronger. He felt something enter his ass. "What?" he asked the cool metal object started moving back in forth in a steady rhythm. Then he realised. She was responding to his urges. His beautiful boat was finally showing her true feelings. "TITANIC!" he screamed as the bar was slamming into his asshole. A hot, sticky, fluid flowed into him. "Now its my turn," Leonardo said as he pumped into the now opened valve. He could feel it getting hotter and he thought he felt it get a bit tighter. "Amazing," he whispered under his breath. "I've never felt so alive," he yelled, the words echoing throughout the engine room. He let out a shudder as he released his load of "cargo" into the valve. As he finished his legs gave out. As he lay down, recovering, he thought he heard a sigh of contention coming from the ship. His ship. His beautiful ship.
The End.
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As he lay with his bare ass on the cold steel floor, he felt his "first mate" standing at attention. "Well," he said with a grin, "The night is young and so am I."