Disclaimer: Hi guys -- to be very frank & honest, this is an erotic fiction which is intended purely for entertainment purpose. I do not wish to promote any absurd statements or intentions about the sexual (or for that sake, social) life of the celebrity (or celebrities) within the story. Also, I would like to suggest every reader not to consider this story as an excuse to opt for weird & unsafe style of physical relations.
It was the good old 90s. I may remind you that King Khan (Shahrukh Khan) has then started his astounding career through the television series named `Circus'. This story took place (fictitiously) in that era (So kindly do not spread any wild rumors about anything within the story).
Shahrukh just finished up with the shoot and returned back to his hotel. It was a good (yet not the kind of luxury he is used to nowadays) place to stay but he would have preferred something much lavish. He was in a light mood & wanted nothing more than a couple of drinks & cigarettes to throw up for the night. He pulled off his jacket & shirt, undid his trousers & pulled them off. He was in his undies, which were soaking with sweat at his crotch and the midline of his butt. He went ahead at the mirror and began admiring himself. A lean yet inviting body -- with those red hot lips, the dreamy eyes, a flat chest with dark pointy nipples, a huggable waist and two admirable legs. Ever since he had started getting a good recognition, Shahrukh had started liking his own self a bit too much -- it kind of turned him on. Even now as he looked at his reflection, he could feel his tool getting alive till he could not take it longer.
He turned a bit sideways till he could see his posture. WOW -- he thought about his ass. It was marvelous -- nice, curvy & slappable. He began massaging his smooth ass, feeling his dick get more upright. He took a couple of hard sips of the liquor and sat down on the couch. It was no fun masturbating and then -- he was getting these weird illusions every night in his sleep. He was shocked to think that the illusions showed him dirtying around with men from his cast & crew. What more -- he always saw himself under these men, getting all girly. It would have been a stupid dream but why was it always getting clearer day by day? Well -- Shahrukh had no time to think over such silly stuff, especially considering the fact that he had a meeting with a renowned director after an hour. The director was known for many successful movies (& teleplays) which had generated him fame & money from all corners of the country. Shahrukh was looking forward to a rewarding talk. However, he had no idea the meeting was going to be more than talking ...
Shahrukh was still confused about the motive of his meeting - the deal was supposed to be all set, and yet the director wished to see him 'in personal'. And why was it scheduled at 9:30 in the evening, that too at the producers guest house (and not the regular business hotels or something). Well, you can't simply understand these guys, thought the chocolate boy. Letting himself shove away the confusing thoughts, he entered the shower. Before entering, he glanced at the wall clock - 7:45 - he still had a fair time for a hot shower. Pulling off his sweaty undies, he let himself into the pleasingly warm waters - it was as if his stress burst up within a moment, so refreshing it was. He proceeded at his wavy hair - running his fingers through that famous hairline and down to his face. It was nice spending some time all for yourself, especially after hours of those hyper social routine.
Shahrukh picked up the exotic hair wash and began lathering up his hair. Then he grabbed his favorite soap and began lathering up his chest, his stomach and his shoulders. While at his chest, he began circling his nipples with his fingers - it was stimulating and Shahrukh began imagining those soap beauties (there weren't many actually) who did all this (not technicallY) stuff. Just for fun, he began pinching both his nipples, moaning as the warm waters rejuvenated his body. Coming down, he began caressing his belly and then down to his manhood. It was pulsating now, waiting for attention. Shahrukh gathered up a nice lather and began stroking his 5 inched monster, caressing the pink head and the set of those teenage balls. All of a sudden, he felt he needed somebody, just to get him off. He placed one hand on his butt and began making forward thrusts, as if he was fucking an imaginary mouth. Shaking his tool vigorously, he began moaning just to make the place exciting. He began pinching his nipples.
Strangely, his hand began wandering on his butt and he felt like slapping it tightly - thrice he slapped himself, making that wet whipping noise. It was funny that the feeling was turning him on. More - more - he just wanted more. With the fingers all wet with the body wash, he inserted his middle finger inside his pucker - it was warm inside, his sphincter responding to the thrusts. Deeper he went and suddenly, a mesmerizing tingle (more like a shock) passed through his body, something he never imagined could be experienced by a human. WOW - he began fingering his tight hole, wanting more of that heavenly shock. His cock had definitely liked the feeling and was noww ready to shoot seeds. More deeper, he thought, trying to actually force his own booty. One more finger inside and Shahrukh began moaning loudly, as his sphinter passed on the pleasure to his cock, who could take it no longer - a series of cumshot blasted off that pink head as a small shout escaped the brown teen's mouth. This was like never before - he had masturbated on porn magazines, but this definitely outsmarted it.
Shahrukh completed his bath and began drying off that pleasured body. The wet hair, the teased nipples, the limbs, the raped cock and ass. All set for a nice talk and dinner, he thought, as he selected his best denim and white pull over. He brushed some gel through his hair & sprayed some musk. WOW, he thought, as he admired himself in the mirror. That hot face, the lean yet inviting body, and the denim which showed his 'rape'able curves - no way he was losing tonight.
Guys, I will be continuing the story pretty soon. Do let me know your views about the story and give me any suggestions or scenarios which will make the rest of the story irresistible. Email me your feedback to freddy_yyy_2k@yahoo.com