Disclaimer: This is purely a fan fiction. The author does not claim to know anything about the private lives of actors mentioned in the story, nor am I making any assumptions of their sexuality.
Kartik Aaryan raised his hand to knock on the wooden door. He was standing in the hall way for the past fifteen minutes pacing to and fro the door of room 11. He was horny. He had already been horny when the farmhouse and then he laid his eyes on Hrithik Roshan. Now all he wanted was to sit on a dick; Hrithik's dick to be specific.
Hrithik was Kartik's wettest dream walking on two legs. However getting the attention of someone as famous as Hrithik is going to be near impossible, especially since he was very new to Bollywood.
As he was checking in he passed the receptionist several crisp hundred rupees bills asking him for Hrithik's room number. The receptionist pocketed the cash with a smile telling him he wasn't allowed to reveal room details but he would be willing to do so for a small favor in return. "What favor?" Kartik asked. The man told Kartik to go to his room and wait there for him. Kartik entered his room and sat down on the ottoman. He waited for a good fifteen minutes but the receptionist didn't show up so he started to unpack. An envelope slipped under the door into his room. Kartik picked it up and opened it. There was a note inside which apologized for the staff's forwardness, had the cash he had given to the receptionist and Hritik's room number.
Kartik was ecstatic at the development. He wondered who had intervened. He had been invited by Ranbir so maybe he was also over-seeing the management. Maybe he had a secret admirer who had just become his knight in shining armor. Or what if it was Hritik himself?
The thoughts raced around Kartik's mind like Usain Bolt at the Olympics. He decided to freshen up. He stepped into the shower. His dick was hard at the thought of being crushed by the muscular man. He got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. He was lean and defined with a slight hint of hair that trickled down to his navel. He was sexy and he knew he could get a man if he wanted. But Hrithik was a god amongst men.
He wondered if going up to his room in just a shower robe would be a good idea and surprise him in all his naked glory. The idea sounded great in his head but what if Hrithik wasn't in his room and someone else saw him standing stark naked in the hallway. It was too risky. He needed a more classy approach. He had an excellent opportunity tonight as tomorrow night he was going to be busy with the party, and there was no guarantee when everyone will be leaving the next day. With his mind racing a mile a minute he didn't even hear the door unlock.
"Hi. Can I help you with something?" asked Hrithik. He was standing with just a white towel covering his groin. His skin was the most glorious bronze colour no makeup company could match. It reflected light in all the right places allowing the cuts of muscles in his physique to stand out. His jet black hair looked styled but disheveled to give a casual touch. There was a generous covering of fur on his chest but his abdominals were clean. Karthik noticed hair on the arms and legs. He felt his insides melt.
Before he could come up with a reply Hrithik dropped the towel purposefully "Maybe you can help me with something?" he commented. His eyes danced with mischief and lust. His dick was semi hard and his balls were hanging low. Leaving the door open he slipped into the darkness of the room.
Karthik had no idea what happened next but when he came to his senses his lips were on Hrithik's cock and he was on his knees. Hrithik was holding his head firmly in place making long strokes feeding him the entire length of his cock. He would draw it all out and then push the entire length in. He had Karthik firmly in his grip. One hand was holding him by his hair and the other was firmly placed on the chin. Karthik's skinny dick was hard as a rock. He got off on being used and abused. He truly enjoyed it. "Yeah. Suck on my dick you whore. If you wanted to be my bitch all you needed to do was ask." Hrithik growled. "I'm always in need of a mouth to suck and an ass to fuck. God, you're mouth is amazing." he commented.
Karthik was trying his best to put the entire length of the dick into his mouth. If that meant inhaling lesser oxygen then so be it. Dying sucking on the dick of a hunk would be an amazing way to go. He had the tip right up to his throat and was slobbering spit with every motion of the dick. The area around his mouth had become a mess of precum, saliva and snot. Hrithik withdrew the entire length of the his and smacked it on Karthik's cheek a couple of times. The dick was heavy and Karthik could feel the slaps on his face. His face was being upheld with a firm grip on his face. Hrithik would tug his hair whenever he attempted to go for a lick. Hrithik was looking at Karthik straight in the eyes. He loved getting worshipped by guys who were willing to be total shameless sluts for him.
Hrithik was getting very close to cumming but he didn't want to cum yet. He was playing around to cool his dick a little before he planned on continuing his assault. He let go of Karthik. "Lie down on the bed." he instructed. "Your head needs to be hanging of the edge" he added.
Karthik followed the directions given. He dick was stiff from the excitement of getting dominated by Hrithik. He got on the bed with his head falling over the edge. Hrithik was on the phone for a few seconds and then started walking towards him. "Open your mouth." he told Karthik. Karthik obliged and felt the entire length slide into his mouth. Hrithik started face fucking him. He was leaking more now in salty drips. His low hanging balls kept smacking Karthik in his face. He heard the door of the room open and a pair of legs walk in but he had no idea who it was. "Glad you made it. I thought you'd be busy with your wife." Hrithik managed to say between breaths.
"Nah. I was just thinking of going to the gym but this sounds more enjoyable." the man replied. The voice was very familiar but Karthik couldn't make out who it belonged to. Hrithik's massive balls had completely blocked his view, he couldn't see anything more than the legs and feet. The man took of his shoes, dropped his pants and disappeared out of the view. Karthik was excited and impatient to know who the mystery man was. He suddenly felt a sharp pain his groin. The guy had his balls in a firm grip and was squeezing them. "You mention a word of this to anyone and I'll personally make sure the only job you ever get in this industry is a back up dancer furthest from the camera." he threatened.
"Relax, Saif. He's a good kid. He's one of us. If word gets out it will do him harm as much as it would harm you." Hrithik said quickly.
Hrithik must have said something right because Saif let go of Karthik's balls and was now jerking him off. With his other hand he picked up one of Karthik's leg, placed it on his shoulder and started fingering him. He had sucked on it before because Karthik could feel the wetness as it was pushed inside. Saif was finger fucking a new guy on the block while he stroked his massive 11 inches dick with his other hand. "Can he take my dick?" he asked Hrithik.
"Doesn't matter. Feel free to fuck him after me. I'll loose him up real good for you." Hrithik explained. He withdrew his cock from Karthik's mouth and grabbed him by the hair. Picked him up and threw him towards Saif who was sitting on the other end. "Suck him, bitch!", barked Hrithik. Karthik landed onto Saif's chest in a wet splat. He felt Hrithik's hand grab him by the waist and raise him up so that his ass lined perfectly with Hrithik's cock. Karthik looked down and saw Saif's cock for the first time. The rumors weren't a lie. He was hung as a horse. There actually was 11 inches of pure, rock-hard engorged muscle on him beautifully shaped into his penis. Karthik couldn't believe his eyes. His hands reached down to grab hold of it. It felt hot. It felt hard. It felt like it could do some serious damage. Karthik couldn't wait to have it inside him.
Karthik positioned himself to suck on Saif's huge dick and before he could even make contact with his tongue Hrithik pushed his own seven inches inside him. Karthik arched hi back at the intrusion at his hole. This was going to be an amazing night.
As per the request of many Hrithik is now actively included into the story. Happy reading and masturbating.