Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2011 11:17:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: freddy_yyy_2k@yahoo.com
Subject: Shahrukh's Grande Entry - Part One - (Bollywood Gay Adventures)

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 ...

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