This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic descriptions of sex.
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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.
-------------- THE CHRIS ORGY - PART 10 --------------
Chris Hemsworth straightened himself up from the rock, the afternoon gangbang finally at an end after 37 loads had been pumped into his now cavernous hole. He'd rested on his front after Lincoln Younes, Stephen Peecocke and Dan Ewing had finished off the ceremony by giving him a Braxton Brothers special, namely three cocks in his arse at once. Granted, none of them had been buried particularly deep given how difficult it was to engineer the position at all, but it had still been something to be stretched that wide without the use of an arm or gargantuan toy. By the time he'd recovered from his final triple-breeding, all of the other men had headed back to the cottages for showers and beers.
Chris lit up a cigarette, and then went and fished his shorts off the floor and got his phone out. There were a load of messages on the Summer Bay Bang group on WhatsApp that he quickly scrolled through, before he shifted into the TCO group. He noted the upcoming Marvel vs DC event, and then smiled and giggled as he read through the subsequent chain of messages primarily between Liam and Evans about the imminent competition as well as their own antics in LA. From the sounds of it he and Liam would have to be comparing notes about the number of loads taken over the same few hours.
Chris then popped his phone back in his shorts, zipped up the pocket and then slung the garment over his shoulder. He slowly started to wander back to the cottages, smoking his cigarette and starting to wonder if any of the guys might still be up for a fuck. He was so close to taking a nice round forty after all...
Chris Pine shut the door to the dark and quiet apartment, before cursing himself as he fumbled for the light switch in the unfamiliar environment. Eventually he got the hall light on, and then made his way down into the kitchen and living space. Pratt would probably not be back for a bit longer, so he had the place to himself for a bit. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, opened a packet of peanuts and poured them into a bowl, and then took them both out onto the balcony. It was a chilly night, but he wanted a cigarette and was still in his outdoor clothes.
He stood outside for a while, leaning on the rail and taking in the view of the Thames as he took sips of beer and smoked his cigarette. It had been a full-on day of interviews, a panel, signing autographs and doing meet-and-greets, and he was pretty whacked. He was liking the peace and quiet outside though, so he went and got himself another beer before returning to the balcony.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear Pratt come in, so was a bit startled when his lover suddenly stepped out onto the balcony behind him.
"Sorry" said Pratt, smiling at Pine, "didn't mean to make you jump."
"Was miles away" said Pine, smiling warmly. He pulled off the balcony rail and stepped in front of Pratt, leaning in for a deep kiss.
"Hey" he said, as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Hey" replied Pratt. "Don't know about you, but I'm fucking done in after all that."
"Yeah" said Pine, "it was a bit crazy there. Didn't see you."
"No, didn't see you either" Pratt replied, "I guess they were keeping the franchises apart or something."
"Yeah" said Pine. "You want a beer?"
"I sure do" said Pratt, "and some food."
With that, they went back inside and got on with the evening. As they'd requested, some supplies had been dropped off at the apartment while they were both out, and Pratt took over cooking duties making them a hearty vegetable pasta bake, while Pine hung around in the kitchen chatting with him and making sure they both always had a drink. They moved on to a chilled bottle of wine with the meal, and sat at the table by the window enjoying a laid back dinner together away from the outside world. Then Pine got the fake-real fire going, and they curled up on the sofa intending to watch TV, but ultimately just talking about anything and everything.
As bedtime approached, Pratt sighed.
"So, I said earlier we needed to talk."
Pine tensed. "Yeah, you did."
"I wanted to tell you that I've decided what to do."
"You have?" asked Pine, sitting up and turning to face Pratt.
"I have" replied Pratt, before staying quiet and staring into Pine's eyes. He then looked over at the fire, getting slightly hypnotised by the realistic flames. "I love Anna. I really do. But I don't love her like I love you."
Pine squeezed Pratt's fingers, his heart starting to race. "Go on" he said.
"I can't keep pretending with her like I'm this perfect husband and father" he said, the beginnings of tears appearing in his glazed-over eyes. "I love her too much to keep doing that to her."
There was another long pause.
"So, I either have to give you up and make the best of it with the mother of my child, or I have to do what's in my heart."
Pine's head was throbbing now, such were his nerves about where this was going.
"And I've decided" said Pratt, "that no matter how much of a bastard it will make me in a lot of people's eyes, and of course how much it will hurt Anna, I can't live a lie."
He then turned to face Pine, tears now streaming both down their cheeks. "I want to be with you" said Pratt softly, "and only you."
"I want that too" whispered Pine.
"So I'm going to end my marriage" Chris said quite firmly, turning back to the fire, "and the Marvel thing is going to be our last session with the boys."
"OK" whispered Pine.
"I can't share you" Pratt said, turning back to his lover, "not if I'm putting all my eggs in your basket."
"You won't have to share me" said Pine, smiling softly. "I was already entirely yours."
They gazed at each other for a while, and then Pine leaned in and planted his lips on Pratt's. They kissed deeply for a while, and then gradually began to make their way off the sofa and into the bedroom.
"Holy fuck" exclaimed Evans, staring at his phone.
"What is it?" asked Liam, setting their coffees down on the table and taking a seat. They were outside at a quiet backstreet cafe in Hollywood, which they'd found by accident some time ago while looking for somewhere away from the glare of the paparazzi in order to have some downtime.
"Pine and Pratt" said Chris. "They've just said, well, fuck it, look at it yourself, it's on WhatsApp."
Liam lit a cigarette and then got his phone out of his coat pocket. The most recent message on the group was from Pratt:
Guys, I'm leaving Anna for Pine. Just thought you should know. Marvel vs DC will be our last session, so make it a good one. CP.
"Fuuuuck" wheezed Liam, exhaling a plume of smoke. "He's leaving her?!"
"That's what he said" replied Evans. "I knew they were into each other, but never saw this coming."
"They are so going to get outed" said Liam. "It's one thing to fuck around like we do, but they'll never keep it under wraps if they're properly together."
"I know" said Evans, "but maybe they don't care."
"Guess not" said Liam. "Good luck to them. You OK with them leaving the group?"
"Guess I'll have to be" said Evans, shaking his head. "Won't be a Chris thing any more, but hey, with you on board and maybe Channing, Ryan and some others, we can still have our fun."
"Don't forget my brother" said Liam, smiling.
"Believe me, I never will!" said Evans, smirking.
The drank their coffees and chatted about other things for a while, before moving on to planning for the upcoming orgy. They took notes on their phones of who they were each responsible for recruiting, and also started to draw up some rules for the competition. Then they began to make their calls, giving each other the thumbs-up or thumbs-down as they spoke to the potential participants, and after a couple of hours everything was set.
"Well" said Evans, standing up and putting his jacket on, "I guess I'll see you a week Saturday at your place.
"I guess you will" said Liam, smirking.
"Can't wait" said Evans, giving his friend a wink before turning and making a beeline for his motorbike. Liam watched him go, admiring the man's pert arse in the well-fitting jeans, before he too packed up his things and headed off. He had ten days to organise what could be the biggest Hollywood orgy of all time, and there was a lot to do.
TO BE CONTINUED
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