Celebrityfantasystories

Allu Arjun and Ram Charan were on their secret vacation, walking the hot streets at night, shirts sticking to their sweaty chests. Both stars looked casual but still hot as fuck – tight t-shirts showing off muscles, shorts hugging their thick thighs. They turned the corner and froze in front of the bright pink “EL TORO GAY BAR” sign. The glass window glowed red. Inside, a oiled-up guy in nothing but a tiny black thong was grinding slow against the glass, hips rolling like a total whore. His round ass cheeks jiggled every time he slapped them. The thin string of the thong disappeared between his smooth cheeks, and his cock was half-hard, bulging the front. “Holy shit…” Arjun whispered, eyes locked on. Charan’s mouth went dry. His heart slammed. “Wait… no fucking way. That’s Akhil. My Akhil. My best friend Akhil.” It was him. Akhil Akkineni. The same guy Charan had hugged a hundred times, the same guy who used to call him late at night for advice. Now he was standing in that ...