Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2010 10:03:20 -0500
From: D S <ds35mm@gmail.com>
Subject: Hollywood meets Bollywood Chapter 7 -- Celebirty

Chapter 7
DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fiction and fantasy; the author does not
have knowledge of any of the celebrities sexual preferences
mentioned here and therefore does not claim responsibility
for accuracy. Of course, this is for 18 and above.
Comments/critiques: ds35mm@gmail.com


Hrithik decided to stay back at the Producer's place to
meet the actor who was considered to play the role of his
father, an international superspy that had an affair with an
Indian lady, which resulted in his birth. The Producer had
still not finalized the Hollywood actor who would play his
brother but Hrithik was anxious to find out the "father". He
went for a long walk on the beach by the Producer's place.
The sun, sea, sky and the breeze were working on him as he
enjoyed the anonymity that a foreign place gave him. He
could never have walked around a beach in Mumbai without
being mobbed or the paparazzi hounding him. The afternoon
activity with Channing and Bradley had left him buzzing and
the walk invigorated him. He removed the T-shirt and tucked
it in his jeans and let the sun work its warmth while the
breeze caressed his chest. The nipples on his magnificent
pecs stood erect with the breeze playing on them. He was
thinking of Shahid's message earlier. He could not wait to
go back to Bollywood and finalize the plan that Shahid and
he had in mind. A couple of other Bollywood actors had
hooked up with each other in the past, but Hrithik and the others
wanted more regular hookups in a safe environment, without
fear of the media. Especially after the days he had enjoyed
in Hollywood with the Producer and other actors, he could
not wait to talk with Shahid about this. His thoughts
returned to the movie. This was certainly going to be a
major movie that would be shot in US and India, which would
mean there would Hollywood actors in India, and he smiled to
himself as he thought that they could have some organized
affairs when the `goras' arrived.

As he wondered more about the last actor that he was to meet
today, he wondered how the Producer had arranged to have
these actors play with them. Pulling his T-shirt over him, H
returned back to the Producer's place after walking around
for an hour. He entered the house via the beach entrance in
the back of the house, to find the Producer sitting by the
poolside working on his laptop.

"You're just in time", he said. "Our guest is just coming
in. Let me bring him in." He closed the laptop and stood,
walking toward the front door. A few seconds later, he
walked in with another man and Hrithik's jaw dropped.
Hrithik was a celebrity and was used to hobnobbing with the
rich and famous, but he couldn't believe what he saw, rather
whom he saw. Walking in with the Producer was Brad fucking
Pitt! Brad was in a checkered and untucked shirt with rolled
sleeves and pearl snaps instead of buttons. Tight ripped
jeans covered his pelvis and legs and his clean-shaven face
was framed by slightly long brown hair that fell on his
forehead casually. Hrithik stood dumbfounded and couldn't
move, even when Brad offered his hand for a handshake.
"Hi Hrithik", Brad said, flashing the famous pearls.
Hrithik regained his composure and said, "Hi Brad", shaking
his hand. Both men smiled as they knew exactly what happened
and Brad said, "I'm glad to meet you. When I was in India
two years ago, I did hear a lot about you, but never met
you. I know your popularity and the fan following you have."
Hrithik was still in awe of the star and could only say,
"Thanks, Brad."
"Brad, you're not unknown to most people either," quipped
the Producer. "Hrithik, you are probably wondering how Brad
is playing your father's role. That's the whole surprise
element of this movie. With CGI we are going to show Brad as
a 25-year-old spy in India, who has an affair with a local
beauty and later show him as a 55-year-old man that is now
helped by his sons to overthrow a major international
terrorist organization. In no scene is Brad going to be his
present age!"
"I'm very excited to work in this movie," said Brad, "and
hope we can make a blockbuster hit all over the world".
"Of course, me too," said Hrithik now ogling openly at the hot hunk
sitting with him.

The Producer left them to arrange for some food and drinks
while Brad and H chatted about the movie industries in
Bollywood and Hollywood. The Producer returned some time
later and said, "Let's go in gentlemen" and led the two
macho hunks inside. There was a spread of food on the table
and the three of them ate and chatted some more. Hrithik was
asking regarding the CGI process and why makeup alone would
not be enough to show Brad as a young man and later an older
man. Soon Brad asked the Producer, "Are we done with
business? I know Hrithik has a plane to catch soon."
"We can always talk business over the phone but let's do
what we can't do over the phone," he replied and motioned
to a room. Hrithik was hoping that what was going to happen
in that room was what he was thinking about since he saw
Brad walk in. His cock was semi-erect and oozing precum from
just thinking of what was going to occur as he followed the
two of them. The door opened to reveal a large bed covered
with deep brown furnishings. The entire room was very
masculine with exotic wood paneling and mahogany furniture.
The Producer had good taste or had a good interior designer!

The Producer had slipped off his loafers and Brad chucked
his canvas sneakers off his feet. Hrithik removed his flip-
flops and the Producer turned and kissed him deeply. Brad
was behind Hrithik hugging his chest and nuzzling on his
neck. Hrithik could not believe that the famous Brad was
kissing his neck and playing with his pecs and lats. As Brad
stroked Hrithik's torso, he felt a lump on his butt and he
pushed his pelvis back in Brad's groin. The trio kept the
grinding on and soon had started stripping each other's
clothes. The Producer had removed his T-shirt and khakis
revealing a nicely toned body that had attracted Hrithik's
attention the first day he was in LA at the hotel's
poolside. He could not believe how much had happened since
then - Taylor and Channing and Bradley and Chris!! But that
thought was in his head only for an instant as he felt Brad
pull his boxers down and H turned around to strip Brad. He
pulled the shirt off as the buttons unsnapped to reveal that
famous chest. Smooth, hairless, toned with pink nipples
crowning the pecs. Hrithik leaned down and started chomping
on the left nipple. The Producer had come around and started
to undo the belt on Brad's jeans and soon unclothed him
completely. They were all naked now licking and kissing and
caressing each other's bodies. They lay on the bed at some
point, continuing the foreplay. Brad had his arms behind his
head and the Producer was licking one pit while H was
tonguing the other. Soon they flipped around and H was
getting both his nipples worked on by Brad's tongue on the
left and the Producer on the right one. All three were
working their hands squeezing various muscles and tongues
licking different areas. Moans and sighs escaped mouths and
it was impossible to determine which sound came from whom.

The Producer was now lying on his stomach with his erect
cock flat against his abs. H was rimming him as Brad was
rimming H. He liked the sensation of
being rimmed while Brad massaged his cheeks, relaxing the
gluteals and soon Brad had a finger up Hrithik's hole. He
clenched it tight against that unfamiliar experience but
soon Brad was playing with a nipple, making Hrithik lose
focus on his hole and enjoying his nipple being worked on.
Hrithik had never been fucked before and did not really
know where this was going. He relaxed and Brad pulled out.
He whispered in Hrithik's ear, "Enter him".

Hrithik positioned his brown uncut ten-incher at the Producer's
hole and started playing around. Brad produced a condom and
rolled it over Hrithik's cock and then unrolled one on his
own cock. Brad's cock was eight inches and thick, deep pink
with a mushroom head. Hrithik had now repositioned his penis
and was entering the Producer's butt hole. Hrithik's light
brown cock was a sharp contrast to the pale white cheeks of
the Producer's butt. The pink hairless sphincter was tight
but soon gave way to the visitor and clamped on the rod.
Hrithik sighed with the sensation and let it go in all the
way in one thrust. He was in all the way right up to his
black pubes that were the bottom of the six-pack of his abs.
The Producer let out a moan and lifted his pelvis to make
sure he got all the ten inches in him. Brad was now
massaging Hrithik's back and the muscled mounds of the butt.
Hrithik almost wanted to turn around and say "no" to Brad, as
he had never had a cock in him before. But thinking of Brad
Pitt in him, he let that idea pass and thrust into the
Producer. Brad's cock was now at Hrithik's hole, which did
not take it in easily. Brad said, "It's your first time?"
Hrithik answered, "Yes, so go easy".
"Don't worry, I will", said Brad as his cock stretched the
Bollywood superstar's sphincter slowly and it soon gave way
to allow the Hollywood superstar's dick. The width of the
cock was definitely more than what Hrithik had experienced
and he consciously relaxed the muscle to allow the intruder.
He let out a grunt as Brad entered further and bit his lip
but soon the prostate was sending waves of pleasure as the
hardness stroked it. Brad was about half-way in and Hrithik
was now relaxed enough to allow the full length. He focused
his attention on the Producer's butt and started thrusting
in and out. He continued the motion as Brad picked up the
same rhythm. Brad reached around and smacked the Producer's
butt, causing him to wince and contract his muscle. This led
to a tighter grip around Hrithik's cock and he moaned in
delight. Hrithik was now enjoying the feeling of a hard cock
in his rectum and especially since it was attached to the
hot body of Brad Pitt. Hollywood had certainly welcomed him,
he thought! Brad smacked the Producer's butt again marking
the area with four red fingers on the right cheek. Hrithik
could not leave it asymmetrical and slapped the left cheek
and soon both cheeks had deep red marks.

The three of them continued to enjoy each other and went on
for another ten minutes and Brad pulled out first. "Turn
around Hrithik", he told H. Hrithik complied, pulled out of the
Producer and lay beside him with his cock pointing up and
now facing Brad. The Producer was still prone, and Brad
entered him. The Producer moaned and motioned his pelvis up
and down while Brad's cock impaled him. Hrithik stood over
Brad's butt and now entered him. Brad wasn't new to that
sensation and soon the three were grinding hips. Hrithik's
prostate was still reeling with that unfamiliar sensation
and he wanted Brad in him again. A few minutes later, he
pulled out of Brad and told him, "Can you fuck me again? I
want you to come in me". Of course, Brad obliged. But this
time, Hrithik lay supine on the bed, legs up as Brad was
pistoning him. The Producer had now stood up and was licking
Hrithik's feet and toes; and playing with Hrithik's balls.
He now moved down and started sucking Hrithik. Hrithik's
face was flushed with pleasure and his mind feeling a buzz
with getting fucked and sucked at the same time. This was
not a sensation he had ever experienced. He enjoyed every
second of it and felt Brad grow even larger in him. He knew
what was going to happen soon.

Brad was on the verge of shooting his load and he thrust in
deeper and came in spurts. Each spurt pushed the prostrate
even more, sending new ripples of ecstasy in the Hindu hunk
lying under him. His cock soon felt the prostrate spasm and
he looked at Hrithik, who was cumming in the Producer's mouth.
The Producer was now stroking himself and he shot a huge
load on Hrithik's chest. The three fell in a heap on the bed
and lay there for a few minutes, as their breathing
recovered and a sleepy haze enveloped them.

Brad opened his eyes a while later and smacked Hrithik's
butt, "Don't you have a plane to catch?" he asked.
Hrithik opened his eyes dreamily and replied, "If you are
going to adopt me, I don't mind staying here forever".
"No way," the Producer interjected, "We have a movie to
make".
"So who's my other son?" asked Brad.
The Producer looked at Hrithik and smiled, "I know who you
want it to be and I want him too. You two developed an
instant liking and I want to capture that on screen. In the
story, you two grew up in different continents but join
forces to fight together and save your father. Channing has
agreed to accept the role and I know you liked him too.
Should I respond to him and let him know that you two are OK
with him?"
Brad and Hrithik exchanged glances and both said, "Sure.
That will make all our shoots so much fun".
They had gotten up and Hrithik said to both of them, "I am
hoping to make your visit to Mumbai as memorable as you guys
have made this one for me. When you guys come to Mumbai next
time, I promise, you will have the time of your life. I am
in the process of organizing a club for just us guys."
"I've seen some of your hunks," said the Producer. "It
should be fun".

Hrithik left LA soon and as he sat in the British Airways
plane, he beamed inwardly at the new venture of not only the
movie but also having been with such Hollywood hunks. He
definitely was going to meet Shahid and finalize the CLUB.
After all he was the PIMP of Bollywood! (see Bollywood
Sexcapades on Nifty.org).