Country Singer Clay Walker Gets Sucked
submitted April 8, 2002
Categories: Celebrity Fantasy
***The following is a work of fiction***
I recently began working in the housekeeping department at the music theater in my town. The job was not very exciting nor did it pay very much. The hours that I worked did allow me to go to college during the day.
I was pleased to find out that I had been scheduled to work the night that Clay Walker was performing at our theater. I had rushed to complete my work so I could stand at the side of the stage to watch the performance. I could not believe that I was going to be able to be that close to this man.
I was so disappointed when my supervisor called on the radio and ordered me to report to room 1A to replace a light bulb: How could this moron want me to change a light bulb when the Clay man was going to be starting soon?
Begrudgingly, I got the stupid light bulb and stomped to Room 1A. My frustration built as I turned the doorknob to find it locked. I knocked sharply on the door.
"Roger, is that you?" a voice called.
"No. It's housekeeping. I need to change a light bulb," I growled.
The door opened and I gasped as Clay stood in front of me wrapped in a bathrobe. "For goodness sakes. I'm glad you are here. I just stepped out of the shower when the light went out."
"I'm sorry about that, Mr. Walker. I will take care of it for you right now." I couldn't believe I actually got to talk to this fantastic man.
"Thanks man," he said.
He followed me into the room as I started changing the bulb.
"Do you mind if I continue getting dressed? I have to be ready for stage shortly." He smiled. I melted.
"Please do," I replied.
He removed the robe and hung it on the back of the door. His tanned, muscular body was so hot. The room was small and already hot and steamy from the shower. I was about ready to hyperventilate. I was tight against the sink, reaching up to change the bulb when he squeezed behind me to get to his boxers that were folded and sitting on the shelf. "Excuse me," he whispered as his nude body pressed into mine. As he stepped back, the bulb lit and I could see in the mirror he was semi-erect.
"There. The light is fixed. Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Walker?" I asked in a soft, nearly seductive voice.
He rubbed his balls with the towel as he looked me in the eye and flashed a sexy smile.
"I can take care of that if you want me to," I offered.
Without a word, he closed the door and turned the lock. He leaned back against the door and widened his stance in an inviting gesture.
Although my knees were weak, I stepped close to him. His heat radiated even hotter than the already hot, humid room. He smelled absolutely wonderful. I ran my hand across his scantly hairy chest and stopped at his hard, erect nipple. I gently massaged it between my finger and thumb. He closed his eyes and groaned quietly. He gasped as I slowly flicked my tongue over the nipple. His 8 inches of meat was totally erect and starting to ooze pre-cum. My tongue slowly licked down his chest to his hairy navel. I cupped his large balls in my hand and took the head of his dick in my mouth. My lips moved up and down the hard shaft. I could feel every bulging vein on his hot, hard cock. I ran my fingers through the mound of thick, black pubic hair that trailed from his navel to the base of his cock. The sound of his heavy breathing almost made me cum in my pants.
"This is great, man," he groaned. "Please keep sucking."
I was happy to oblige. I massaged his muscular thighs as I continued to suck. How lucky his horse must be to have these powerful thighs wrapped around it on a frequent basis, I thought.
His balls began to tighten. "Are you getting close?" I asked.
"Yea, I'm ready to cum."
"I want you to shoot in my mouth."
I could feel the head of his cock swelling as he panted and his thigh muscles tightened.
"Oh, goodness," he panted as the hot cum cascaded into my throat. I swallowed every drop. I reached for his towel and helped dry him off.
"Thanks man," he said.
Then, just as nothing had happened we chatted about his wife and kids as he finished dressing.
I returned to the front of the theater. I could hardly believe what had just happened.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the announcer began, "as you have never seen him before…the incredible...Clay Walker!”
Through the smoke and darkness, into the light appeared the stud that I had just sucked off. I truly had seen him as I had never seen him before.