He had just been crowned the winner of The X Factor, and Shayne Ward was on a massive high as he entered his hotel bedroom. He thought to himself what would be the best way to finish his astonishing evening.
Alone, he started to take off his suit, first the jacket, then the trousers. Stood in just his open shirt and his black Yves Saint Laurent boxers, he stood infront of the enormous, full-length mirror, dominating his hotel suite.
"I am the winner", he whispered to himself, "I have the X factor".
With that, he felt a massive sense of pride, and took off his shirt, as the massive pride in his boxers began to twitch.
"All them girls screaming my name, they all want a piece of me" he sensualised every word, "Shame they don't realise I'm not into girls".
As he thought of all the men from The X Factor - his roommate Phillip, Nicholas, Chico, the guys from 4Tune and Ben Shepherd - his urges could not be held within the black cotton. He slowly, as if he were on stage stripping, lowered his boxers first to the base of his cock, to show a small bush of brown pubes, and then all the way to the floor, releasing his 9-inch circumcised dick from its high-fashion prison.
"Oh how I've missed you" he groaned as he stared at his hard cock in his reflection. This was the first time Shayne had been alone, and though he had an experience with another male contestant in the house, there was nothing like his own touch to bring him pleasure.
Grasping his man-meat firmly with his left hand, he started to stroke it up and down, watching his reflection and looking down to check out what millions of people would die to see - his cock being jerked off by his firm, muscular grip.
Enjoying the show in the mirror, he decided to take it a step further. There was a DVD-camera set up for him to make his own video diary next to the mirror, so with his free hand, he moved the tripod to cover every last inch of his body. Now he knew he could get this feeling whenever he wanted to by watching his recording.
Feeling exceptionally proud and horny, he moved his right hand over to his cock, teasing the head with soft pinches and flicks, before hammering his dick with both hands pumping furiously. Then, to make sure he didn't miss anything out of his video, he turned around to show off his pert bubble butt, and bent over to check out his own arsehole.
He moved closer to the camera as he felt his climax approaching, his wide purple bell-end engulfing the whole frame. He groaned louder and louder as he felt his cum rise up and spurt all over his hand in three juicy loads. Never one to miss an opportunity, he lowered his face to the camera and raised his cum-filled hand.
"This is what I call the X factor" he said between short breaths as he poured his hot spunk into his mouth, sticking his tongue out to show himself what he looked like when about to swallow a massive load. As he swallowed his jizz, he licked his lips. He blew a kiss to the camera, chuckling to himself as he reached for the stop button.