Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2011 16:46:51 +0000 From: email@example.com Subject: Chapter13 - Hollywood meets Bollywood DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction and not meant to resemble, or represent any real person. It is the authors imagination and not based on reality. COMMENTS: firstname.lastname@example.org CHAPTER 13 - The Party Continues The guys were all sated with sex. The air had cooled down and everyone had worked up a hunger. I provided robes to everyone and soon we dug in the spread laid out on the buffet tables. Somewhere down the road, someone got a bright idea. No one could really say who started it and how it happened. Maybe it was a food fight or maybe it was just a bunch of guys being guys. But soon, Arjun was lying on three coffee tables, joined together to make a 'bed'. His robe was open and his magnificent muscled body lay exposed. The brown skin, sharply contrasted the white of the robe and there were six samosas lined up on his belly. He was lying with his arms behind his head, exposing his delectable arm pits. Hrithik was spooning some chutney on each one. The brown sauce dripped on his six-pack. Saif was standing on one side, licking the sauce off the abs while Abhishek was bent down trying to pick up the samosa with only his mouth. The rest of the guys were cheering on and I could see Arjun's abs twitching in response to the licking. Each twitch caused his cock to spring up and flop down. His eyes were closed and his pelvis was squirming also. Abhi was now able to pick up the samosa and each one took turns to take their vegetable-filled pastry. They were laughing and just reveling in the moment. I could see how these guys who were always under the public and media's scrutiny were now relaxing and just being themselves. I knew that The Club was going to be a successful venture. One last samosa sat on Arjun's belly which was like an op-art scape. The brown tamarind chutney streaked his abs and crumbs from the pastry dotted the landscape while one samosa stood up, pointing its tip to the sky, matching the hunk's pole. His cock was hard pointing erect, and he said, 'Who's going to feed me that last samosa?' John bent down, scooped the samosa in one motion; one half in his mouth, the other one jutting out. He slid it upwards across Arjun's chest and placed it on his mouth. Arjun opened his mouth and the two were now fighting to get the entire samosa. Soon they broke apart laughing. Arjun got up, chucked off the robe, and walked naked to the shower. He was cleaning off the tamarind chutney and John got to him. He took some liquid soap in his hands, rubbed them and started soaping Arjun's torso. John was still in his robe and soon that was wet. He undid the belt, stripped off and entered the tiled area under the shower. Both were now kissing each other, exploring each other's bodies with their hands and tongues. They shut off the water and jumped in the pool, continuing to kiss and grind their bodies together. They clearly hadn't had enough of each other. Shahid moved closer, behind me as I sat on a lounge chair, and reached under my robe, finding an erect nipple. He played with it, pinching it hard making it almost painful, and then just flicking it causing it to send some delightful sensations all over my chest. I gasped in response to the pain and moaned with delight. He brought one finger to his mouth, wet it with his tongue and then used it on my nipple. The wetness of the finger changed the entire sensation and I threw my head back on his chest and I lay there feeling so content and warm. Very soon, my robe was at my waist, my cock peeking out of the folds and Shahid had bent down flicking his tongue on my chest. My hands played with the lush black hair on his head and pushed his head on my nipple. Between nibbles and chomps, each second was an explosion of sensations. He moved around and came to face me. In a moment his robe fell off and he was straddling me. He lowered his body on my cock and soon it found its target. He let out a sharp gasp and I saw his face wince at first and soon, he opened his eyes, smiled at me and continued to lower his body on mine. I leaned forward and he pushed me back. I understood he wanted to ride me and I lay back as he rose and fell. His cock was hard and begged for attention. I reached for it but again he pushed my hands away. I obliged, placing my hands behind my head; he reached down and twisted my nipples sending ripples of pleasure to my toes. Soon Saif was near us, licking my toes. His tongue was on the side, tracing the border of my left foot and soon he was flicking his tongue between toes. This guy really was an oral expert! Meanwhile my cock was enjoying the insides of my Shahid, and my nipples were getting sore from the twisting and turning. However, I did not stop him as I enjoyed just about everything he did and I responded by thrusting my hips even deeper. Saif had worked his way up and was now licking the insides of my thighs. He was nibbling at the muscled flesh there and cooling it down with small wisps of hot air from his mouth. I felt the orgasm approach as Shahid continued to rise up and lower down. He must have felt it too, as he wet his fingers and flicked each nipple lightly alternately. I threw my head back pushing my chest even higher, stretching my pecs causing my nipples to enlarge even more. As my orgasm took over all other sensations, I exploded in Shahid and he tightened his anal muscles around my cock and drained it. I must have moaned out loud in the ecstasy of the moment because he lowered his face to mine and said, 'Yes, baby, I want all of you in me' and kissed me deep. I lay spent in the arms of my hero, feeling the weight of his body on mine. I turned my head to see my other hero, Hrithik, was standing by the bar table and getting sucked by Abhishek. He was on his knees, knelt before the Bollywood Badshah taking his eleven incher and polishing it. Behind Hrithik, stood Akshay, licking the massive lats and lifting Hrithik's arm and diving into the furry armpit. Abhsishek was stroking Akshay's boner through H's thighs. On the other end, John was giving it hard to Salman's brother Arbaaz while Salman was getting sucked by Saif. In a few minutes guys were spurting semen all over each other and lying, spent, relaxed and contented. What a tableau of male flesh ' muscled, stroked and primed. I wished I had a camera to take pictures but I knew that would be a big no-no. How long I had dozed off on the longue, with Shahid by my side, I wasn't aware but when I got up, Hrithik and Shahid were the only ones left behind. He stirred too and was soon awake. We kissed deep and lovingly and he took my face in his hands, stroking my cheek and neck. He asked me, 'Do you like it here? Are you comfortable with Hrithik?' 'Absolutely yes', I replied. 'I would rather be with you all day, everyday, but I know that may not be possible'. 'I am glad you understand. I cannot risk the publicity and scandal that would ensue. You are free to sleep with anyone you desire, as I cannot claim that I won't do that. I may have to do that to be in the industry and while on location shoots, I am not sure what can happen.' With that we both understood where we stood, now I had to decide whether I would be exclusively with him or not. I could not make the decision and probably he saw what I was thinking and said, 'You don't have to decide, take it as it comes'. I smiled at him, buried my face in his chest and kissed the groove between the pecs and lay there for some more time.