This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic descriptions of sex.
You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal due to your age or residence.
This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters and events with real people. However any real person mentioned in this work is purely an actor playing a part. This story in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexuality, personality, or behaviour of the actual person.
---------------- BOSTON CUM PARTY ----------------
"Aaaaargh!" yelled Matt Damon as he erupted inside Ben Cohen's arse. Ben Affleck followed suit seconds later, creaming Justin Timberlake's innards. The two actors stood panting as their balls emptied, and then stepped backwards releasing their softening cocks. Casey Affleck dropped to his knees and hungrily started darting his eager mouth between the two cocks and the cum dripping out of Ben and Justin.
Seeing that their time had come, Jason Segel and Armie Hammer pulled out of the mouths of the two hunks sprawled on the bed, and made their way round to the other end. Armie moved in towards Justin, and unceremoniously plunged his cock into the singer. Justin initially moaned at the intrusion, but then just closed his eyes and relaxed into the fuck.
Jason closed in on Ben, but took the opportunity to stick a couple of his fingers into the rugby player's leaking arse. He rooted around for a bit before pulling out, before leaning over and offering his cummy fingers to Ben to suck on. While Ben enjoyed the taste of the multiple loads coating Jason's digits, the actor pushed his dick into Ben's arse and started a slow and gentle fuck. Eventually he pulled his hands back and stood straight up, gripping Ben's legs so he could increase the tempo.
Damon and Affleck were exhausted, so once Casey had licked them clean they grabbed their underwear and tops and headed for the window. Although it was chilly out, they still opened it wide so they could light up post-coital cigarettes, although not before checking how easily they could be seen from other buildings.
Casey had enjoyed cleaning off the two cocks, knowing that he'd probably get another go on them later, but for now he moved over to kneel on the bed between Justin and Ben's heads. He presented his dick to them, and they took it in turns to slurp and lick on the member while they got ruthlessly ploughed.
Having both got fairly far down the road to orgasm thanks to Justin and Ben's oral talents, it didn't take long for Armie and Jason to reach the point of no return as they hammered away. Armie was first to blow, coating Justin's insides with the second load of the day, and Jason came too just a moment later and blasted into Ben.
The two tops staggered backwards after their powerful orgasms, and Casey swooped in to clean them up. Once done, he stood up and turned back towards the bed.
"Eenie meanie minie mo, which of these studs shall be my ho?" he playfully rhymed, while pointing between Justin and Ben. He settled on Ben, and moved in to take up the spot just vacated by Jason. Dropping to his knees for a few moments while he licked up the latest load leaking out of the rugby player, he was soon back up on his feet so he could ram his aching cock inside.
"Ooooh" moaned Ben, slightly winded by the powerful entry.
"Shut it stud" said Casey, "this ass is mine now."
Casey hammered back and forth, his focus entirely on Ben's face and torso. He didn't notice Justin getting up off the bed, so was not entirely ready for the Trousersnake suddenly forcing its way into his behind.
"Aaaaaargh!" he yelled.
"Shut it stud" said Justin, mocking Casey, "now your ass is mine!"
Casey was pushed right up against Ben as he tried to get away from Justin's rough entry, and for a while he stood there fairly limp as his arse was plundered. However, once he got used to the giant cock inside him, he came back to life a bit and started to move his own hips back and forth. Justin and Casey eventually got into a decent rhythm, with Ben just lying there enjoying looking up at two hot studs fucking while his own arse got pleasured.
The chain-fuck carried on for quite a long time, but eventually the double dose of pleasure got the better of Casey and he blew his load in Ben. The tightening of his arse muscles was enough to finish off Justin, who shot his seed into the younger Affleck brother. Justin and Casey held in position for a bit as they emptied themselves, and then disconnected the train. Casey dropped to his knees to sample the load he'd just blown from Ben's arse, while fingering and tasting the cum dripping from his own arse.
"Bro, you are such a slut" Ben shouted from the window, taking a draw on his second cigarette.
"Guilty as charged" Casey replied, a little muffled by Ben's arse.
"Nothing compared to this guy" Jason chimed in, pointing at Ben. "How many loads is that you've taken today?"
Ben smiled, his eyes a little dreamy. "I've lost count" he replied.
"Whore" said Justin.
"Said the pot to the kettle!" shouted Matt, laughing.
Justin blushed as the other guys all laughed. He'd been in a complete sexual frenzy earlier after Ben had got him all worked up with that rim job, but he now felt a little embarrassed about how cock-hungry he'd been. He felt satisfied now though, that he couldn't argue with.
"Listen" said Matt, coming back away from the window as Ben Affleck closed it, "we've got to get going now, but I'm free for a bit tomorrow."
"Count me out" said Justin, "I'm heading for New York in the morning."
"Yeah, I'm off there too" said Armie.
"What about you Jason?" asked Casey.
"No plans" replied the actor, smiling.
Ben Affleck turned to Ben Cohen, who was still lying on his back on the bed but had propped his head up on his arms. "What about you?" he asked.
"I'm flying back to London in the evening, but have the room until two."
"Well it's settled then" said Matt. "The one, two, three, four of us will be back to load you up again before you go. That sound OK?"
"Sounds perfect" said Ben, smiling.
With that, the guests all donned their clothes and headed off, leaving Ben lying on the bed. He reached over to the lightswitches by the bed and plunged the room into darkness, before lying back and falling into a deep sleep.
True to their word, the following morning Matt, Ben, Casey and Jason all returned, and each dumped a couple of loads in Ben's arse or mouth before he had to get ready to go. Although he had time to wash up a bit, he knew he was still carrying some of their cum inside him as he was patted down by the TSA agent that evening.
Ben was relaxing into an armchair in the BA Terraces Lounge at Logan that night, waiting for his flight to be called. He sipped on a glass of prosecco while thumbing through the BBC News site on his phone, but was interrupted by an incoming text. He clicked through to read the message, noting it was from Jonny Wilkinson.
YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU.
Ben smiled. This was his Bat Signal, and England HQ was calling out for his help. He couldn't wait to get home...
TO BE CONTINUED
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