Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 00:08:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: iwannacsum@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Bollywood Sexcapades Part 2 (celebrity section)

Disclaimer: Apparently the last disclaimer wasn't good enough for some
people. Got a long tweeted rant from a Shahid Kapoor fan, after I tweeted
about my story being put up. So, this story is definitely not true, I do
not know Shahid Kapoor, and am not claiming anything about his sexual
orientation, or that of any other celebrities mentioned. This is just a
fantasy of mine.

And for those of you who might not be familiar with the actor mentioned, or
just want to refresh your memories, a little taste of the hotness:

http://bollywood.celebden.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/shahid1.jpg

http://api.ning.com/files/ZC8QBNlu986aHEIPmyy9QIuUWJruQPVifXPYwi-s7SNc9bIfjhsd-8NW6MoOmckWIvWGi8S*8DL73-hnjOj-SozCsFNDun4R/shahid2.jpg

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My Bollywood Sexcapades Part 2

I'd just finished laying out clothes for the Shahid Kapoor, my idea of the
perfect hunk, on his bed in his trailer, when the shower switched off. I
managed this with a bit of difficulty due to my raging hard-on, which had
yet to go down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a head pop round the
shower door,

"Hey, dude, where is my towel?" The article in question was actually much
closer to him than it was me, in fact I had no doubt he could easily reach
it without my help, but most of my blood was in my penis rather than my
head so I followed its orders, and took the towel off the cupboard door,
and up to the wonderful floating head. Playfully he told me, "Close your
eyes!" and then with the utmost seriousness added "You have to work for me
at least a day before getting to see everything." Deciding not risk
anything on the first day, I held the towel out, and closed my eyes.



I felt him lift the towel out of my hand, our skin touching briefly. He
moved past me, and I imagined him naked behind me, maybe checking me out,
but I didn't really know that. I just stood there, with my eyes closed,
even though I had my back to him. My mind began to wonder into hot, horny
thoughts about the naked man behind me. What if I just turned around got on
my knees and sucked on his cock till it became hard, and if he didn't
resist, till he came in my mouth, or wherever he wanted to come. It got me
thinking about his penis. How big would he be? Would I ever find out? Then
I thought if he would enjoy having my mouth around him, or he would be
disgusted, beat me up and throw me out? That was always a very probable
possibility in India. That final thought finally managed to soften me down
there. I opened my eyes, and stared at the wet shower door, staying very
still.



Finally, after not sure how long, I was told I could now turn around, and
when I did, my dick went from soft, to almost cumming. Almost. There was my
dream hunk standing almost naked, save for his tight Calvin Klein white
boxer briefs, with the red waistline. A milestone moment in my memory, the
first time I saw him shirtless with my own eyes, and first time ever in his
underwear, something he has never done in his movies or the countless
magazine ads. I just stared, as I had just a little while earlier, and
probably for longer than appropriate. His skin still a little damp, his
pecs were perfection. Not too big like a bodybuilder, but big like a proper
man, and in the centre his little pointy nipples, just begging to be sucked
and bitten oh so very gently, while I traced his well defined six pack with
my fingers. He took his time picking up and putting on the black combat
trousers he had to wear, as I perved over him. Once on, he did not close
button them up. Trousers open he walked over to the mirror next to me, and
checked himself out, rather the trousers on him. He put his hand inside,
over the crotch of his underwear, subtly stroking his bulge, then grabbed
his junk through the fabric so it all sat just over his open fly.



"This isn't going to work." He said. Still in awe of the sight I was
seeing, I stuttered

"What d-do you mean?"

"I can't wear white underwear under the black trousers. It will contrast
too much. I wanna show the waistband and a bit of it, and it will be too
odd if it's white."

"I think I saw some black ones in the cupboard. Let me check" In the
cupboard behind me there was indeed black Calvin Kleins, exactly like the
white ones he was wearing. He did actually say he wanted to show off his
underwear? Inside I was screaming 'just do it in them then! Don't wear the
trousers!' but that was obviously not something I was really going to
suggest. As I held them out to him I asked,

"Do you want me to leave so you can change properly?"

"Why?" he asked me with one raised eyebrow, and then he took a step into my
personal space, "Do you have a problem seeing me naked?" I wanted to ask
him if he was insane, if he hadn't noticed me staring at him this whole
time. I wanted to tell him I really had a problem with him being clothed,
rather than naked. Just in time, my brain stopped me from babbling. I did
want to keep this job.



Barely two inches away from me, he bent down slightly, keeping eye contact
with me, as he pulled off the white CKs, and put them on my shoulder. I
concentrated so hard to keep my eyes and hands from wandering, to the
treasure down below, not even at arms reach. Not only did I have his
underwear on my shoulder, he was naked right in front of me, and he didn't
mind. God knows I sure as hell didn't mind.

"You can look down you know." He said, ever so sweetly. But I didn't. I was
too afraid. This could not be happening. As much as I had always hoped to
one day see him naked I thought it was too much to actually be
happening. When I didn't look down, his face changed, to a more serious
(and sexy) look, and in a voice I could never disobey, he demanded "Look
down." And so I did.



I had now seen every inch of Shahid Kapoor completely bare. When I looked
down, I saw a beautiful chocolaty cut cock, semi-hard at 5 inches, and low
hanging plums of balls, surrounded by a pubic bush just trimmed to keep
tidy. I let out a sigh as I enjoyed the view; I felt like my life was now
complete. When I realized I'd been looking for a while, I looked up,
avoiding eye contact, and held out the black CKs to him.

"Um, here. You should put these on."

"Did you like what you saw?" The question caught me quite off-guard, and I
looked back into his eyes, and I couldn't look away. They were so
mesmerizing. "Did you?" he asked me again, after I gave no response. All I
could manage was a nod. He leaned in, and gave me a quick peck on the lips,
and like a vampire tempted for blood, I wanted more. As he moved back his
head a little after the peck, my lips followed his, but he put his hand on
my shoulder to stop me. At that moment I thought I was fucked, that it was
all over, but it only last a second. With the hand on my shoulder, he
pushed me onto my knees, and took a step closer, pushing his now harder
6-inches against my parted lips. I opened my mouth wide, and took it all
in, licking the head, and the piss-slit, running my tongue along the length
of his cock, as it got harder and longer. He put his hands behind my head,
face fucking me with great force. At his full length, my mouth and throat
was packed with a thick 7.5 inches piece of Bollywood meat. As I sucked on
him, I loosened up, taking my 7 inches out of my jeans, and stroking it
like mad with my left hand, as my right moved up his perfect torso to play
with his nipples. I looked up to see his head thrown back in pleasure, and
he was moaning. I was making Shahid Kapoor moan!



As we were getting into it, I heard a knock at the door. Startled, I tried
to back off, but he hold on my head was strong, and he kept fucking my
mouth.

"Yeah?" He yelled out to whoever was knocking, and that person replied,
thankfully through the door that he was needed in 5 minutes. He looked down
and asked me,

"Can you get me off in four?" I smiled with my mouth around his cock,
hoping he saw it, and when he smiled back at me, I knew he did. As I went
to work on his cock, my right hand still working his nipples, I took my
left hand off my dick, and reached round to his smooth and firm ass. I ran
a finger along his crack, and felt him shiver. The same finger, I moved up
to his mouth, and he began to suck on it, slobbering it up like he knew
what I was about to do. Once it felt wet enough, it went back to his ass,
entered his hole. I finger fucked him as he face fucked me, and he was
enjoying it, moaning loader than before. Three minutes later, I felt his
whole body shiver, and stiffen, then his cock pulsated just as my mouth
filled with streams of cum. I felt six shots hit the back of my throat, and
a little more dribble on my tongue. As he softened up, he pulled his cock
out of my mouth and pulled my up into a kiss, a hard passionate kiss, his
tongue swirling in his own cum in my mouth.



After what felt too short a kiss, he pulled off me, giving me another quick
peck, then left me to fall against the cupboard door, as he got ready. Soon
he was at the door, but before opening it, he turned to me, and whispered,

"Don't worry, we'll deal with that after I've taken this shot" indicating
my still raging hard on. He smiled his gorgeous smile and winked at me,
then was out of the door. And I couldn't wait for him to get back.



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Alright, that's part two. Hope it was up to all my reader's expectations
after part one. Keep the emails, opinions and suggestions coming.



Part 3 might be a while away as I am going away but will do it as soon as I
get the chance, and decide how it is going to go. Again, any suggestions
welcome.



A.



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