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.
-------------- THE CHRIS ORGY - PART 4 --------------
Chris Pratt was gently stroking Chris Pine's head as the Star Trek actor gently licked and sucked his cock. Pratt was resting on the sofa, with Pine kneeling over beside him. Behind, Chris Hemsworth was steadily thrusting in and out of Pine's hole, bending forward enough to allow Chris Evans to do the same to him in a three-man daisy chain. They had all regained some energy after a relaxing time in the hot tub, and were now in to the third group fuck of the night.
However, while the others were emitting the occasional grunt or moan, Pratt was completely quiet as he gazed down at the gorgeous man nuzzling his dick. He felt different, and had done since an hour ago when he'd been fucking his host. Despite introducing some kink to the affair with the handcuffs and eyemask, it had turned into one of the most sensual experiences of his life, and that had unnerved him. This was all just supposed to be some fun and games, wasn't it?
Pratt gently stroked Pine's head, smiling whenever his friend looked up at him and their eyes met. It almost felt to him like the other two weren't in the room, despite the sounds of thighs slapping arsecheeks and Pine's body rocking back and forth from Hemsworth's sustained fucking. What was happening?
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Hemsworth suddenly increasing in pace and starting to growl, and looked up to watch the Australian stiffen up as he exploded inside Pine. Barely visible behind him, Evans was brought over the edge by the tightening of Hemsworth's channel, and he too exploded and filled up his co-star. The two tops held in place for a few moments, before pulling out and moving to collapse onto seats around the room. Hemsworth slumped his head onto the back of the armchair and closed his eyes, completely exhausted from being the meat in the fuck sandwich, whilst Evans extended his legs and lay down on the other sofa to recuperate.
After being bred by Hemsworth, Pine lifted up and looked into Pratt's eyes, never letting go his grip on the bigger man's cock. They gazed at one another, before Pratt wordlessly shuffled himself down to the horizontal and then turned over. Pine leaned forward and settled over him, kissing his neck and starting to mock thrust. Eventually he lifted his midsection up, gripped his cock and guided it in to Pratt, who accepted the penetration without a sound.
For the next half hour, Pine gently thrust in and out of Pratt, hugging the bigger man beneath him and occasionally kissing his face and neck. Chris Pratt, meanwhile, was lost in a world where all he could feel, hear, smell or taste was Chris Pine. His body was singing in joy as he was fucked deeply but gently, but outwardly he was still, relaxed and almost in a catatonic state. This continued until Pine breathed out deeply on to the side of his face while unloading inside him, at which point he became still and just lay peacefully on top of Pratt. His cock began to soften, but he remained embedded inside.
Evans and Hemsworth had both fallen asleep, and the room was silent but for the sounds of these hunky men breathing. Pine and Pratt continued to lie together, before eventually the host gently pulled the rest of his dick out of his friend, slid back and stood up. He reached out to offer Pratt a hand, and helped him up off the sofa. Standing face to face, Pine looked up at the taller man and then leaned in for a kiss.
"Time for bed" he whispered, "and you're in with me."
Pratt briefly stared at him before nodding, and then looked round at the other two.
"What about them?" he asked.
"The guest rooms are made up" replied Pine, "so when they wake up they can make themselves at home."
With that, he took Chris Pratt's hand and started to lead him out of the room and upstairs to bed. They fell asleep in each other's arms, waking only once during the night when Pine had to pee and afterwards decided to make the best of the situation by lowering himself on to Pratt's cock for another gentle fuck. Otherwise they shared several blissful hours of sleep together, their limbs tangled up with one another and seemingly taking turns to rest their head on the other's chest.
Evans and Hemsworth, meanwhile, both stirred in the living room at the same time when a distant clap of thunder came through the open veranda doors. Seeing the other two had disappeared, they groggily made their way upstairs too and headed into one of the guest rooms. Without a word being said between them, they climbed into bed together and soon Hemsworth was spooning Evans. As his cock rose to attention he pushed it into his co-star, and for the rest of the night they were either sleeping or quietly fucking, as they had so often done before.
The following morning, after the two pairings both ended the reverie with a final fuck in the en-suite showers (Pine in Pratt, Evans in Hemsworth), coffee and bagels were served by their host. They laughed and chatted, and agreed that the Chris Orgy would need to become a regular event.
"But next time" said Evans, smirking, "I think we should make it a doubles tournament."
"What do you mean" asked Hemsworth.
"Well, each of us has to bring someone else to take part" replied Evans.
"Do they have to be called Chris too" questioned Pine.
"Nah" said Evans, smiling, "just hung like a horse."
They all laughed and agreed to his idea, before finishing up their breakfasts. Eventually Hemsworth got up, said his goodbyes and headed out the door to his car, with Evans following not long after. Once they were both back on the road and out of sight, Pine closed the door and turned back to the kitchen area where Pratt was still sitting on a stool, drumming his fingers on the breakfast bar.
"So" said Pine.
"Yeah" replied Pratt, looking up at him.
"Last night was..."
"Different" said Pratt, finishing the sentence.
"Yeah."
They looked at one another for a while, before Pratt looked back down at his fingers.
"My head's a mess" he said quietly.
Pine walked over to him and put his arm across his back in a hug.
"What we did, well, it doesn't have to mean anything you know" he said, offering a gentle smile.
"I know" replied Pratt, "but it does mean something."
"It does?"
Pratt nodded. "That was the best sex of my life" he whispered.
Pine reached his hand round and turned Pratt's face to him, before leaning in and giving him a deep kiss. Pratt hesitated at first, but then reached his arm up and round Pine's neck, pulling him in even deeper. For the next few minutes they were locked in the embrace, exploring each other with their tongues, uttering gentle moans of pleasure. Then, as they pulled apart, Chris reached up and wiped a tear away from Pratt's cheek.
"Well, we got ourselves a situation here then" he said, smiling.
Pratt smiled back at him while more tears formed in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess we do" he said, before pulling Pine back in for another kiss.
It wasn't until two days later that Chris Pratt emerged from his friend's house, physically and emotionally worn out. They had talked, fucked, laughed, cried, fucked some more, slept, showered, and then done it all over again several more times. But they had also finally agreed, after much discussion and tears, that as perfect as they seemed to be together it could never be, and they would just have to remain friends, fuckbuddies or whatever it was they were. Pratt loved Anna, he loved his son, and for both of them that trumped whatever they may be feeling for one another. And so it was that Chris Pratt left his lover's house and headed home in time to be there for Anna's return from the holiday with her family, whilst Pine set about cleaning up the house, glad of a distraction from the loss he was feeling.
Later that day, with the cleaning done he was outside by the pool drinking a beer, smoking and cigarette and trying not to let his mind wander on to his last conversation with Pratt. He only wished he could pull out waterworks like that on the set of movies, as it would be Oscar gold. As he smiled at that thought, his phone pinged and he picked it up to see a message from Evans:
Gents,
So when is this doubles match happening? Already got my partner lined up, and man can he serve an ace when he needs to! :-)
Capt A xxx
Chris Pine grinned, drank a sip of beer, and then booted up his phone contacts to start making his own selection.
TO BE CONTINUED
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