Disclaimer : This by no means implies that Shahid Kapoor or any other Celebrity mentioned is Gay, this story is only a piece of fiction and therefore not true. ---------------
My Bollywood Sexcapades ? Part 1
I?d know for the longest time that I wanted to work in the Bollywood film industry. Not in front of the camera, although if I say so myself I would look pretty good on the big screen. No, I wanted to work behind the camera, really make the film happen. Like a lot of others, I had to work my way up in the industry, or at least get to know people, so I managed to get a job as a crew member on a medium-budget film, basically running silly errands for the more important people. It wasn?t great, but it was a start, and I guess I could say I was now actually in the industry!
The lead actor in the movie was Shahid Kapoor. He was a complete hunk. Beautiful eyes, handsome face, well built pecs, with gorgeously cute little nipples, and a washboard abs. Not to mention a very decent sized bulge. He wasn?t very tall, but that was ok, he was more than hot enough to compensate. Being gay, I had a major crush on him, and seeing him on set every day did things to me down there I often had to try hard to cover.
On a day we were shooting a song sequence, Shahid Kapoor?s assistant fell ill. Shahid was adamant that he needed an assistant, and refused to continue shooting without one. Everyone was confused as to what to do about it, and there was quite a conversation going on inside his trailer. Suddenly, the director and producer came out to tell me Shahid had nominated me to fill in for his annoying witch of an assistant. This came as quite a shock, because I didn?t even think that he had noticed my existence. He sure as hell hadn?t acknowledged it. Since my regular duties were fairly insignificant, the director and producer found it a perfect solution to the problem. Problem solved, everyone went back to work, except for me who went to start my new job: assistant to my hot Bollywood crush. This was almost unbelievable. But it was happening.
I had entered his trailer before, and yet I was still very nervous. It was the first time I?d be inside it with him, because usually if I had any business in there it would be while he was filming. It was also the first time I would see him knowing he noticed me, and also that he chose me over everyone else in the crew as well as potentially in Mumbai, considering what the producer would have agreed to for filming to commence.
A complete nervous wreck I entered, prepared for my first task: to get him ready for the day of shooting, for which I had half an hour. Simple enough. Inside the trailer, he was sitting there relaxed, watching me as I walked through the door, simply greeting me with a ?Hey? And nervous wreck me replied, ?Hi Sir, I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity. I didn?t even know that you knew me. But I wont let you down, I?ll do whatever you say?? ?Whoa whoa, slow down. It?s alright. No need for all this formality. And call me Shahid. I don?t like being called sir.? ?Okay?? ?Alright. Now I?m gonna take a shower, why don?t you sort out my costume??
I just nodded, too afraid to talk anymore than I already had. The trailer was long and narrow. On one end, where we were at that moment, had a sofa, then to one side was a cupboard, and then a cloakroom and on the other a bed, all the way along the length of the trailer till you got to the shower room. I?m guessing the trailer was reworked to the taste of the actor, because I don?t think all trailers had a wet room at one end. Over the bed and through the glass door you can see right into the shower. The bottom half was almost opaque glass, so you couldn?t really see much through there but the top half was perfectly clear. I guess he had a lot of faith that the wrong person wouldn?t enter at the wrong time.
I was about to leave to let him shower when he stopped me. ?Where do you think you?re going? I just gave you something to do didn?t I?? ?I thought you wanted to shower?? And he just gave me this cute little smirk, my heart just melted a little. ?Stay? was all he said, and I had to.
I stood there in his mini-living room watching him, as he walked along the trailer, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Usually, if I was looking at a picture or a video, a bare back (not bareback) would do hardly anything for me. But just that he was shirtless in my presence. No, that he stripped off his tee in my presence, at practically touching distance, gave me such a hard on, that my jeans were trying so hard to conceal. When he got to the shower door, he opened it and went inside, and I thought to myself that I knew this was too good to be true to expect him to drop his pants in front of me. But so far, the day had been going really well?
Just as the water from his rain showerhead, situated perfectly in the center of the glass, started to fall, he jumped back out, still with his tracksuit bottom on. I was still standing in the same position, staring at him, in disbelief of what was happening. He looked back at him, and gave me a crooked, almost suggestive, smile. If I didn?t know any better, I would have thought he really wanted me to look. I was so sure that he was straight. Despite some of his friends in his industry, there was no indication whatsoever that he might be gay, or even bi, so I stopped hoping there and then and figured he was just showing off.
Then, as if the gates to heaven had just opened to me, he dropped the tracksuit bottom. He was going commando. There in front of me, was the most glorious pair of buns I had ever seen. I just wanted to go over there and do nasty things to that ass, but I had to control myself as my dick leaked precum like a broken tap.
And just like a rollercoaster ride that is too short, the most amazing moment of my life so far was over, and the ass I wanted so badly was behind clouded glass, and I couldn?t see it anymore. I must have missed read the whole suggestive look thing because he showered facing away from me the whole time. All I saw was his gorgeous arms moving around, and his muscular back. In attempt to behave more professionally, I started going about my set task, which I had to think hard about to remind me what it was.
Thats part 1. Hoped you liked it, its my first submission. Let me know you thought, and possibly ideas for future parts, although I know how part 2 is going to go ;)
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