Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, and my imagination. I do not know any of the actors I have mentioned, and I am not claiming anything about their sexuality. Also, my characters do not take the time to put on condoms, but please always practice safe sex in the real world.
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MY BOLLYWOOD SEXCAPADES PART 10
So there I was in the back of a jeep with Hrithik Roshan, the bollywood hunk with a body of a Greek god, and he sat right next to me. I could reach over and touch him.
"So why is it that they call you the Pimp?" I asked innocently, still in awe of Hrithik.
"Ha. Well, there are reasons, " he said with a knowing smile and an imperceptible wink directed to Shahid. "I guess you will just have to see for yourself. Later." As hot as having car sex twice would have been, especially with Hrithik, I wasn't quite recovered from the last round so I was glad to wait and let the suspense build.
We continued our journey with small talk and some flirty banter. He told me about his trip to LA and Singapore, and his big secretive Hollywood movie. If I wasn't already falling in love with Shahid, I could have easily fallen for Hrithik. He was right, he definitely has a power presence and is terribly charming. He could probably get a straight guy to bottom for him. He might have already for all I knew. He didn't seem to keen on sharing anecdotes I wanted to hear with the driver in the car. He obviously wasn't so trusting of the supposedly sound proof glass partition as Shahid had been.
After a while I noticed we were leaving the city, a plan I wasn't aware of.
"Where are we going?"
"Didn't Shahid tell you?"
"We didn't do much talking on the way to the airport, if you know what I mean." In response he laughed and winked at me. He knew it.
"I knew there was a familiar scent in the car. Naughty boys."
"So will you tell me?"
"Ah yes. Well in celebration of my return to the motherland, I'm throwing a...special kind of party. The kind I'm sure Shahid filled you in on."
"Briefly yes. And so we are heading there now?"
"Well we are heading to the venue now. A farmhouse, just outside the city. The party doesn't start till tomorrow."
"And we are going early because...?"
"Officially I'm not back in Mumbai for another few days so I can't be seen anywhere."
"And airport doesn't count?"
"And after everything I've heard about you," he continued ignoring my facetious comment, "I knew I needed atleast a night with you all to myself." As if my cock wasn't already hard, he got it throbbing.
We sat in silence for the last five minutes of the car journey, and we finally pulled in through the gates of a beautiful white mansion. It was practically a palace. The driveway was at a lower level than the entrance of the house. Two marble stairways, one of either side led you from the driveway to the 'farmhouse'. The double doors were big and wooden and grand. They opened into a large hallway, all marble floors and white walls. Stairs were right in front of you, which curved as they went up. I was taking in the beauty of the place as Hrithik joined me inside. The driver had gone, and the only other person was the guard who stayed at the gate.
"This place is gorgeous. Is it yours?" I asked.
"Well yes. It was my fathers but he doesn't use it anymore. Its where I hold all these secret parties."
"Very nice place to do so. Very Eyes Wide Shut... Don't you think?"
"Part of my inspiration in fact. We can have masks if you want."
Hrithik then walked through the door on the left, and I followed him. We walked through a drawing room, then into a dining room, both as grand as the rest of the house. The dining room led to another more modern living room, which had floor to ceiling glass walls for the corner of the house. One wall turned out to be a sliding door, which Hrithik opened and went through. The garden was massive as expected, and was at a lower level like the driveway, with a matching balcony and stairways to the front of the house. I stood at the balcony as Hrithik walked down the steps and stopped at one end of the swimming pool.
"The first thing I always do when I come here," he called out to me, "is swim."
And then I watched as he removed his sports jacket, pulled his shirt over his head revealing is amazing body, the same body I had wanked over time and time again on the internet. He kept looking at me as he un did his belt as he slid off his shoes, followed by pulling of his socks. And finally, he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and in one quick movement, slid off his trousers with his underwear. There it was, the massive schlong, as he had called it. He was soft and yet still big. Even if he was just a show-er not a grow-er he would still be bigger than most guys. He gave me a good look, then asked if I was coming. As I ran down the stairs on the other side, he dived into the water. I removed my clothes as quick as I could, losing my shoes and socks on the stairs, and rest leaving a trail. Hrithik was still underwater when I jumped in, and swam to meet him in the middle.
"Hello there," he said as I emerged out of the water. My vision was still blurred from the water when Hrithik kissed me, is wet lips on mine, using passionate force, only a man can do in a kiss. His lay his hands gently on my waist to kiss me up, as I began to float in the ecstasy of our kiss. My surroundings disappeared- we could have been in the middle of the ocean for all I knew.
There was no distance between our faces, but lower down, our pelvises were not yet touching because of the water. Still, I felt a warm firm poke on the inside of my right thigh. Knowing what it was, I smiled into our kiss, which he reciprocated, and I lowered my right hand from the level of the water to feel this poking device. Unsure of how big it would be, I aimed for around 8 inches away from my body, thinking I would get the base or near it. I grabbed his rod, but didn't feel the base of it close to my hand, so I pushed my fist along it further away from me till I got there. His dick was huge! Easily 11 inches. Surprised, I broke our kiss,
"Fuck dude, how big is that?"
"The biggest in town, I guarantee." I went underwater to check out the prime piece of meat. It was the most gorgeous cock I had ever seen, the man truly was perfect. Long, hard and cut. A big mushroom head on the end of a smooth cylinder of hunk meat, with thickness that looked proportionately perfect. It was surrounded by hair that looked like it was trimmed just to keep it tidy. I delved further underwater to get his long cock in my mouth, fighting against the resistance of the water. Before my lips reached the head, Hrithik's big hands grabbed my shoulders, pulling me above water, and back into our kiss. His mouth was not done with mine yet. He moved his hands down my back till my ass, placing them perfectly on my buns, his fingers meeting in the middle over my crack. I let go of his cock to put my arms around his neck, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We floated towards the stairs that led out of the pool, and he carried me out like that, both of us wet, water dripping off us. We carried me up the stairs leading to the house, back through the rooms we went through, and up the grand staircase, which I was no longer paying to, because of the mouth on mine, the arms and hands carrying me, and the long cock I could feel just below my ass.
Before I knew it, we were in a bedroom, and I was thrown onto the bed. Not giving me any time to gather my surroundings, I was flipped on to my stomach, and I felt Hrithik's tongue working my ass. I felt the warm moist sensation along my ass crack, then, spreading my ass with his hands, he worked his tongue to the opening of my hole, pushing against it. All this time I was moaning loader than I ever had. My dick throbbed painfully against the bed with every tingly feeling he caused me.
Eventually, when I felt like I was close to cuming, he lifted his head up from my ass, and I felt him move his body up, and in one studly move, I felt that sharp pain of pleasure. He was firmly pushing his hard thick rod into me. He began to slow, and I thought it was all in, I tried to lean backwards to get our bodies touching, but I winced as I felt the cock just keep going into me. The length of it never failed to surprise me.
"Oh you just can't seem to get enough of my big cock. I'm surprised you can take it so well."
"Just keep fucking me" I managed to get out, breathless. And he did, pulling me backwards, his arm around my chest. I felt his body hit mine, when finally I had all of his inside me. It was so painful, but I needed it. With each thrust into me, the next one came quicker, and soon his cock barely left my ass, but his movement alone just drove me crazy. We fucked kneeling on the bed, my head resting on his shoulder, one arm round his body, feeling his tight hard ass, as he clenched in the motion of entering me, and his hands all over my chest and body. Even without him stroking my cock, I would have cum quickly, and loads. And when I did, it was like a fireworks display. My eyes half open, I could see cum squirting out my cock, shooting up and everywhere. But Hrithik was nowhere near done. I dropped onto all fours, his hands now on my ass and waist pushing me and pulling me onto his cock, as he moved back and forth. The pain was gone, and his long rod was all pleasure now, and within moments of finishing my jizz spectacular, I was full hard again, cock throbbing everytime he hit the spot. And he hit it hard.
I was close again when suddenly he pulled out his cock, flipped me onto my back, and straddled me, wanking the 11 inches over me. He reached down and grabbed my cock in his other hand, and jerked us off together. And I just enjoyed the view. I had already seen him naked, and experienced his cock but this for me was the money shot. Looking up on the gorgeous body, pecs and abs built to perfect. The light fuzz of hair covering his upper chest. The big guns of his arms flexing with every stroke of penis. And the look of pure pleasure on his face. The view imprinted on my brain, and stayed with me forever.
The orgasm that follow was inexplicable. I had felt nothing like it before, and even though I had just cum loads, I was still very impressed by my amount. Then again, our cum mixed together into one gigantic puddle on my body, so what was his and what was mine I couldn't really tell.
Breathless and exhausted, Hrithik leaned down and kissed me softly before rolling over and collapsing next to me, almost instantly falling asleep. And I just lay there, covered in Hrithik Roshan's cum, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I was just a regular guy trying to make it in Bollywood a few days ago, and now I was fucking my way through all the hottest hunks in the film industry. And then there's the orgy party tomorrow. My life had gone crazy. In a very hot way.
Me and my co-writer, who wrote the Hollywood Meets Bollywood series, are now merging the stories together, so very soon we will have some Western meat joining us. But not before Hrithik and the narrator throw the biggest and sexiest gay orgy party Bollywood has ever seen.
We will need a lot of suggestions for the next chapter, the party chapter, so please send them in, as well as comments on this part to the story.
Email: hmeetsb@gmail.com