Ayushmann & Ranveer’s Indian Gay Fan Fiction: 1
Indian Gay Fan Fiction: Any resemblance to a real person is purely fictional. 😉
A Night At Ritz Part: 1
Ayushmann Khurrana slowly pulled the 9-inch thick black dildo out of his ass as it tightened around the toy and when it came out with a final plop, he collapsed on the bed and squirmed in pleasure. Ayushmann’s body was glistening with sweat, his thick thighs spread wide open and his chest heaving as he breathed deeply, his fingers massaging his sexy hairy chest and his defined pectorals and pinching his nipples, his gorgeous dark big nipples.
His slutty black lace thong lay at the foot of his bed and his other clothes were discarded all over the floor. His hotel room was lazy and quiet with dimmed lights and a faint aroma of roses which intermingled with his musk and the smell of his precum which was oozing out of his cock.
Ayushmann was hard as a rock. With his dildo no longer filling him, he felt empty but he longed for more than just a toy, he wanted a real man. For all his masochism on-screen, Ayushmann loved to be dominated, to be abused, slapped, spanked and thoroughly fucked in a way only a few men could.
One such man was Jitendra Kumar. He was currently in the middle of promoting their new movie in which he and Jitendra played lovers and being a method actor, their love wasn’t restricted to the screens. Before Jitendra, Ayushmann had been a ladies’ man. Sure he had caught himself staring at boys and occasionally wanking to some hot celebrity but he ignored it. But Jitendra unfurled something in him.
On the very first day of shooting, they had to kiss and Ayushmann was very nervous. But as they kissed, as Jitendra’s tongue slipped into Ayushmann’s mouth and his fingers found back of Ayushmann’s head, Ayushmann didn’t ever want him to stop. And his wish came true as slowly they started exploring each others’ bodies and fantasies between takes and after work.
Ayushmann still remembers the first time Jeet (as he called him) fingered him, first time he rimmed him, his lips sucking and licking every inch around his asshole and his tongue boring deep into him, and most importantly the first time Jeet put his thick 8 inch cock inside him and fucked him.
They started with missionary with Jeet kissing Ayushmann and reassuring him as Ayushmann screamed in pain and as Ayushmann loosened and started to enjoy it, Jeet put him in doggy and then Ayushmann rode him till Jeet came inside him. But Jeet was away in another city, probably fucking some twink’s brains out and Ayushmann was horny.
Just a room away in the same hotel, Ranveer Singh had just stepped out of the shower. He wrapped himself in the snow-white hotel robe and looked in the mirror. His hair was long again, almost shoulder-length and his physique, he mused, was at its best. His every muscle was taut and defined, his chest smooth and his abs shining.
He ran his hands through his chest and his torso and slowly made his way down the treasure trail. If Ranveer Singh was proud of anything, it was his delicious dark brown ten-inch uncut cock, thick and sinewy with big balls. Only a few could manage to take him all in their mouth and as Ranveer admired his cock in the mirror, he wished he had someone to suck him off then.
He turned and admired his tight bubble butt and spanked himself a few times. He was getting aroused and Ranveer knew what he wanted. Though he was a married man, Ranveer had an arrangement in which he could fuck other men but not women. That was perfectly fine with Ranveer as Deepika fulfilled his every fantasy of a woman anyway.
He wrapped the towel around him a bit tighter and went out on the corridor to find his assistant, who would either arrange a man for Ranveer or spread his ass open for his boss himself when he ran into someone.
Ayushmann gulped visibly as he took in the sight before him. Ranveer Singh in a bathrobe, his luscious hair falling over him in waves, his thick neck over his Adonis-like physique and his body covered in drops of water. His robe gave a tantalizing glimpse of his muscular chest over which currently a single drop was trailing down, oh what he would give to lick it off Ranveer’s chest.
As Ayushmann stared at one of the men he had came to multiple times before, within his arms’ reach, in nothing but a bathrobe that he could so easily just pull him out of, he started getting hard, He could feel his cock come to life again, and resist against the tightness of his thong. His thong!
Indian gay fan fiction of Ayushmann and Ranveer’s romance
Ayushmann quickly looked down to note that he indeed was only wearing his sheer lace black thong through which his semi-erect dick was now clearly visible, his penis almost visible through the edges of it. He looked up to see Ranveer staring at his crotch, expression of amazement and -hunger- in his eyes.
Ranveer slowly looks up to smirk at Ayushmann, his face a mix of mischief and lust. Ayushmann knows he won’t be needing his dildo anymore
