**This is a fictionalized fantasy story involving sexual acts of an adult nature If you are under the age of consent, please, do not continue. If you are, or you just don't care because you're cool like that (right on!) go ahead.
The Temple of Dick
Finally, I had my chance to make my dreams of making a movie come true. My name is Steve Schmidt and I'm a director. I'm not very well known but hey, this is my chance. I wasn't to start shooting when I first left for India, but I was looking for some sort of inspiration. What would I be shooting? Action? Horror? Maybe a drama about the rage between Britain and India during the early 1900's. I didn't know but after my trip, I would have come up with something.
So my journey had begun. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and I had set off toward the docking station of the plane. A woman's voice roared over the P.A. "Flight 409, to Pankot, India I now boarding in terminal number 8". I was actually excited. I knew that in a few hours I'd be in Pankot, a forest/jungle area only inhabited by small tribes and those in a large castle. This is where I would be staying. I boarded he plane and looked out my window. I smiled a smile and started to nod off.
I was woken up by a small boy, probably Indian, looking at me from his seat in front of me. "Hello" I said calmly. He just smiled wickedly and sat back down. He started whispering something to his seat companion but I didn't hear it. I started to nod off again but I noticed my dick was throbbing! I looked around to see if anyone noticed. No one seemed to. So I held it back with my shorts and walked off to the bathroom for some... `release'. I wondered for a minute, would I be part of the Mile-High club if I jerked off in the plane rather than fucked? Maybe I could get that cute steward to come in the bathroom with me and suck me off. But I didn't risk asking. He did have a cute, tight ass though.
Before I go any further, let me tell you how I look. I'm 37, but I'm not very tall for my age. Actually, I'm 5'7" and I weight 170 lbs. I have a somewhat muscular build because before I got into directing, I was an actor. It wasn't enough for me though. I'm a fair-skinned with nipples as pink as a stuffed bunny on Easter morning. My dick (throbbing and all) is maybe 9-1/2 inches long, 4 inches thick. My nicely proportioned balls hung under it, snug in my boxer shorts. I have long hair, a light brown color. A grayish brown, but not an aged gray. I had a mustache and a `goatee'. Full lips and blue eyes. And I was so hard. Morning wood maybe? Maybe. But I went in the bathroom and jerked it until I was dry. Jerking faster and faster waiting for deep climax. I was scared and that made it better, more exhilarating. After a few minutes, large globs of white cum splatter on my stomach, my chest and some on my face. I got to taste some and boy, was it sour. Maybe in India, a hot servant might want to suck me a little bit.
As I returned to my seat the boy was still looking at me.
The plane landed and I got my luggage. I went out, trying to find a taxi or a camel or an elephant... or something! I stood there with my bag, just looking around to see if I'd spot a ride or something. Luckily enough, I'd been sent a ride to pick me up. A somewhat round man was waiting with a sign marked SCHMIDT on it. I ran to him, waving my hand "I'm Schmidt! Steven Schmidt!" He nodded. "This way sir." He said with a very strong accent. Obviously a native. We drove off through the city, far into rural India. I, like any idiot, just looked out the window, amazed. The driver, who was the man with the sign, was looking at me the same way the young boy was looking at me... with the same grin... Must be some weird custom to stare a people around here. We got to a point where the road stopped. I knew it! Elephants would be taken the rest of the way. My bags were loaded on to the elephant and I, trying so hard to mount him, ended up site backward backwards! I laughed it off, but the other riders were looking at me very seriously... like animals eyeing prey. That scared me, but I thought `screw it' and moved on.
When we reached the castle, I almost fell backwards. It was beautiful... and HUGE. It actually made me horny just being there. I got off the elephant (falling flat on my face... yay) and headed in. I was greeted by many servants and was sent off, through many many halls to my room. It was very nice. A large bed, wrapped in purple satin linens. Flowers everywhere. Gold-framed mirrors on the walls, and statues of Indian Gods. I dressed in my best for dinner. I would be dining with the Maharajah of Pankot.
When I got to the table, many people were sitting there, waiting for the Maharajah. I sat down in a sort of round cushion. The table was very low, and I was kind of uncomfortable, but I was hung-- A fanfare interrupted my thoughts. Loud cymbals crashed when the doors opened and a young boy... maybe in his teens came out dressed heavily in gold, pearls and diamonds. "The Maharajah, ---" He sat, and a soft music played in the background and the food was served. I didn't care much for meat, so I was (luckily) served a salad with tomatoes, carrots, lettuce and other veggies. Dinner passed by very quickly and conversation gradually came about. One man asked me what my movie would be about. I just shrugged politely and said "Well, at the moment I'm looking for some... inspiration for my movie. I picked India as a location because it's so beautiful and interesting." He just smiled, that wicked smile and stared at me. Again, freaked me out.
I was very tired after dinner and I just excused myself and went straight to bed. I dreamed of nothing but being outside, with the flowers.
I woke up, eyes closed to a very loud banging sound. What was that? And why was it so cold? I opened my eyes and I looked around me. OH God! I was nearly nude. I was lying on some kind of rock, wearing only a towel or something around my waist. I had been painted on with all kinds of colors. I looked around me. I t was dark, but I could see because a huge flame was lit in the middle of this huge... place. It looked like it was a cave. Giant statues stood brown, the color of the rocks on the walls. Drums. It was drums that woke me up. People... Men started chanting along with the drums. These men were almost as naked as me, but they wore long white shorts and turbans. Many of them, although good looking, still kind of scared me because they were all looking at me, in the middle of the cave, lying there. The were chanting something I couldn't understand. It got louder and louder. I looked around and saw the young boy, in the corner, smiling, serving some man a glass of what looked like wine. The driver was there as well as the man at dinner. Chanting and staring. Soon a tall man, very muscular came out with some kind of animal head as a hat, with furs on, chanting along, but I knew he was their leader or something.
He came at me and chanted something else. Something different. He looked at me. And he took me. There's no other way to describe it, he took me. He turned me `round and wiped the cloth off of me. He yelled something, and they all hushed. He told me something along the lines of "You are out sacrifice!" And as a awaited to be burned or maimed, I felt his hot, big dick, rushing into my ass. Instantly, I become hard. Not because I was hard, but on instinct. He started fucking me, hard and fast. All the men who were looking came running and either started fucking each other or tried to find some way to abuse me. I got dick in my face, in my ass, wedged somewhere between my legs. I jerked guys off because I noticed, I was chained to that rock. But I enjoyed it. I the fucked my ass and they fucked my face. The taste of their dicks was so good. The feeling of hot meat in my mouth made me so much harder. Some guys even started sucking on me. It was so good. They were running their tongue up and down my dick, licking my balls, playing with the space between my ass and my balls. At the same time, I was sucking dick. Maybe even two dicks at one. Sucking harder and harder just as I was being sucked and fucked. And I was fucked. Hard. The leader was still fucking me, and fucking me, his large duck kind of hurt but It was good. They all moaned. I moaned with my mouth full. I felt the leader come in and on my ass. It was warm and filling. The others came in my mouth and all over my face as I came on theirs. I was sure my cum was sour, but this cum was sweet, oh so sweet in mouth. After a while they started again and fucked me until the sun rose. I was fulfilled. I got was I was hoping for.
The next day, at breakfast, after a good shower, I was greeted by the Maharajah himself. He asked me how my room was and if I slept well. I just replied "It was a good night." He smiled at me. Not wickedly, but happily. I walked off and I swear I heard him say that this night would be even better. And it was. He had me all to himself that night and he fucked me better than I'd been fucked before. Sucked better than I've been sucked before. His tongue was like a snake. His dick was huge. Just like his castle.
Weeks later, after I left India, happy, I knew what I'd be making. What my movie would be. You can probably check it out at your local adult film store.