A Fantasy In Frosting

We’ve all had dreams we would like to forget, like that one about Bea Arthur and the massage table, but we wouldn’t complain if Leonardo DiCaprio (ten years ago) was the subject of our erotic night’s journey. We might though, if:

A. It was Leonardo circa right now, or
B. We were straight.

That’s what happened to Eric, and rather than let the feel of Leo’s turgid man-thing fade from memory, his friends helped him remember it in a priceless way. See the uncensored cake [NSFW] after the jump.

DiCaprio Reacharound, in Icing [AIANLFR]