Disclaimer: This story is definitely not true, I do not know Shahid Kapoor, nor am I claiming anything about his sexual orientation, or that of any other celebrities mentioned. This is just a fantasy of mine.
And before we start a refresher of what our hunky hunk looks like: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKccYHasLvI/SqTTCh5P9PI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mpziXqHTZpo/s1600/shahid%2Bkapoor.jpg
My Bollywood Sexcapades Part 3
It wasn't till the end of the day when Shahid and I were alone again, which I had been looking forward to all day rather nervously. The look in his eyes when he told me he'd take care of my boner later was stuck in my head. I knew this was going to be good.
The director was finally happy with the scene at around 1am. It had been a long day, and the whole crew was tired. I no longer had anything to do so I sat in the trailer waiting for him. When he entered he looked tired, but he still smiled at me - that naughty smile of his (which I would come to learn the meaning of as time went by). I stood up from my chair as he came in, and waited for him to say something or do something. I was worried he would be too tired to fulfill his earlier promise, and to be honest I could not blame him. It had been a tough day for him.
As the trailer door shut behind him, he locked it, and put his hands on his hips, looking at me. Was he expecting me to make the first move? Cos he should know better; that wasn't going to happen. We both stood there, watching each other, and listening to the hustle and bustle outside, which was quickly quieting down. 5 minutes... 10 minutes went by. When finally there was very little noise outside he finally moved closer to me, till we were barely an inch apart. He moved his forehead forward so it leaned against mine. His eyes were closed. With as much heartbreak and disappointment I could manage in my voice I stuttered:
"I know... you said you would... you know. But I understand if you are tired... its ok..."
His eyes still closed his managed a chuckle.
"Trust me" he said "I really want to. Don't worry, I'm not that tired. I can still blow your mind." He put his head up and kissed me like he had earlier. He tongue invading my mouth so sensually. Just his kiss could blow my mind... and I was pretty sure he had a bit more in mind.
After what felt like too short a kiss he moved back panting,
"I think a shower might be a good idea." And I just nodded. Not that I had a problem with how he smelt. The smell of his sweat was the most arousing smell in the world to me right then. But if it helped him feel better, then I wasn't going to protest. He turned away from me, and picked up his phone from the table, and sent a text to someone, with a massive grin on his face. With the grin in place, he turned back to me, and looked me straight in the eye as he began to stip. Shirt first as I could see from the bottom of my line of sight his built pecs and abs appearing from under the shirt. I wanted to look. But I found myself unable to break eye contact. I could see his arms moving to undo his trousers and push down his underwear with them. He was now naked except for the trousers and underwear around his ankles. He stepped out them towards me pushing his shoes off at the same time. Once again his kissed me. This time I felt his hands at the crotch of my jeans, as he stroked my growing hard-on. I had to control myself to not come already.
Then all of a sudden he lets go, grabs my hand and pulls me towards the shower. Just as we reach the door he turns and asks me,
"do you have a change of clothes?" I could barely answer no as he lifts my arms up and pulls my t-shirt off, and as if in the same motion undoing my jeans, and before I knew it I was naked, in front of Shahid Kapoor, the Greek Godly hunk. Now my body isn't bad. I spend some time in the gym, I have developing pecs, and an almost six-pac, but in comparison to Shahid my body is nothing. But I was too horny to care. My dick was at its full 7 inches, tip to tip with his 7 and a half. I noticed now that they seemed almost identical, apart from the half-inch difference in length - thickness was the same.
Everything was happening very quickly. Took quickly. I barely noticed when the shower came on, and when we stepped in inside, but now we were kiss under the downpour of warm water. My hands were all over his hair and his back, slowly working my way down to his ass. His hands went straight for my ass: squeezing, pull the cheeks apart, and caressing my crack lightly with his index finger, running it along, up and down. We moved backwards slowly, till my back hit the wall, his hands still around my ass, and then he broke the kiss. Everytime he breaks the kiss, even for a second, my heart stops. I'm afraid that its over already. But it wasn't.
With a fair bit of force he turned be around, so my chest his the cold tiled wall, his left hand stayed where it was, so it was now touching my dick. With his right hand he held out my arm, pinning me to the wall, as he kissed my neck, then the back of my neck, then my back. He worked his lips down my back, as my dick pulsated in his hand. I felt his lips leave my body as he reached my ass, him now being on his knees. His right hand had left my arm, but I kept it there. As he stroked my cock with one hand, other began to spread my ass cheeks. Then something magical happened. I felt his warm tongue run along my crack. Shahid Kapoor was rimming me! It was unbelievable, something I had never experienced before. His tongue pushed and licked and did all sorts of things to my asshole. Each movement of his tongue caused my dick to pulsate harder and faster.
"I'm gonna ... I'm gonna cum!" I yelled
"Do it." He replied, into my ass, causing crazy vibrations. And that was it. Long streams of cum poured out of my cock into his hand, as his tongue continued its magic. His hand began to fill up, and cum began dripping down his arm, when I finally stopped. I stayed leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath after such an intense orgasm. Shahid came next to me, to lean against the wall.
"So? Did I rock your world?"
"You certainly did. That was amazing." He winked at me, then lifted his arm to his mouth, and licked off the cum that had dribbled down. Shahid Kapoor ate my cum. MY cum. He was so hot. I leaned in to kiss him, and had a taste of my own cum, something I usually avoid doing. But it was Shahid Kapoor eating my cum.
We moved back under the shower head as we kissed. Shahid used the rest of the cum in his hand, that which had not yet washed away, to lube my ass hole up and began fingering it. It was not long before my cock began to harden up, and was rubbing up next his hard-on as we made out.
"I think you're about ready to be fucked, don't you?" he said to me mid-kiss, in the sexiest voice I had ever heard.
"Yes, do me, please. I need you inside me." I began to turn so he could enter me.
"No, not here. You deserved to be fucked in a much nicer environment. Lets dry up and get dressed. Then I will take you somewhere worthy of your fucking."
"Whatever you say." I got out of the shower as fast as possible, grabbed a towel to begin drying myself, and threw one at Shahid to hurry him up. Even though we had already had two hot and steamy sexual encounters today, just the view of him dripping wet, and naked, just drying his hair with a towel, right in front of my eyes, made me stop for a minute and enjoy the view.
"Like what you see?" He said, chuckling as he caught me staring.
"How can I not?"
"Well, I'll tell you one thing," he moved closer to me, "I love what I see." He gave a soft and tender kiss, one unlike the other ones we had shared in the past hour. Just as it ended, his phone buzzed. He had received a text message. As he read it, he had that same smirk on his face he had earlier.
"Alright hurry up. Your ass needs a fucking."
We drove up to the back entrance of some fancy 5 star hotel.
"So do you already have a room here?" I asked, curious as to how we can just walk up to a room, considering he lived in the city, I figured he would have a house or an apartment.
"Not exactly... Someone else has a room."
"But is it safe to use? What if they come along?"
"Trust me, that won't be a problem." He just smiled that sexy smile at me, and I melted. He had a lot more at stake here, so I guess if he wasn't worried, why should I be.
We went up the staff elevator. Luckily we didn't run into anyone. We got off on level 12, and walked to the other end of the corridor. Shahid looked around to check if there was any danger of someone coming. When he was sure all was clear, he knocked 3 times on the door, then after a pause another two knocks.
"Now, I should probably tell you, I won't be the one in your ass," the door to the hotel room open, and there stood another Bollywood heartthrob, in just an open bathrobe, everything on display, a long soft cock, surrounded by a tidy bush, and a tight build body with soft pointy nipples. "He will."
And that's part 3. I hope people are enjoying these stories. Sorry it took a while for this part to come out. I already know who the new addition is going to be, it was a suggestion my a reader who emailed me.
Any more comments, suggestions, request etc. are very welcome. Email me at: iwannacsum@yahoo.co.uk . I look forward to hearing what people though.
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