“Alright,” Grant said, “would you rather?”
Tony threw back the rest of his beer. “Hit me,” he said.
“Chris Pratt, or Chris Hemsworth?”
“Oh come on,” Tony said with a laugh, slapping his friend on the shoulder, “you’ve got to make it more interesting than that!”
“What’s more interesting than having sex with one of the hottest stars on the planet?”
“I could think of a dozen things.”
“Oh really?” Grant said with a sarcastic smile. “Well then, let’s hear some.”
Tony cracked open another beer. The carpet below them was already starting to become invisible through the layer of coke cans and empty beer bottles. The time on the bedside clock read almost 3:30. But neither of them seemed to notice.
“Alright,” Tony finally said, clearing his throat, “would you rather… watch a porno starring Chris Pratt OR have Chris Hemsworth send you a dildo of his dick.”
Grant practically spit out his drink. “Okay, touche.”
“Which one! Pick!”
“Right! Um…” This was a hard one. Literally. Both sounded hysterical, and hot as all hell. “Porno,” Grant finally said, “I don’t know if Hems-dick would even fit in my ass.”
“I don’t even know if it’d fit in anyone’s ass,” Tony laughed. “Still would be fun to try, though.”
He gave Grant a wink. He scoffed it off. The two had known each other since grade school, but had only recently come out as gay. There wasn’t much in the way of sexual tension between them, but that didn’t stop them from talking openly about their sexual fantasies. If anything, it made it easier.
“Okay… I have one,” Grant said, “same actors.”
“Sure.”
“BUT, you can fuck both. The question is: would you rather have Chris Pratt fuck you from behind while you suck Hemsworth’s cock? Or have Hemsy fuck you while you blew Pratt.”
“Good, god!” Tony laughed. They both laughed. “Can you imagine what these guys would think if they heard us talking about them like this?”
Grant shrugged. “I’d be pretty flattered.” Tony smirked, laying back on his bed as Grant made a deep, tired sigh. “Besides, it’s not like we can change what they think or anything. Make them gay… or willing to do porn.”
“Yeah,” Tony scoffed, “that’d be the day… fun to imagine though!”
“Totally,” Grant said, his dick starting to awake to the thought of either actor in the same bed as him. He felt himself slowly drift off to sleep, only waking once to hear Tony say:
“By the way, I’d totally go with the first one. Have Pratt fuck me.”
“Why?” Grant asked.
“Because,” Tony said, “I’d already have a Hemsworth dildo, right?”
Grant cackled, laying his head back one final time. “Right.”
*DING*
Grant jolted up. Afternoon light was already pouring in through the window of Tony’s bedroom. He was still on the floor, in his clothes. How long have I been asleep? he asked himself.
He reached over for this cell phone on the bedside table. It was DINGing incessantly, the unique sound that signaled a news flash. He subscribed mostly to entertainment news sources, to update him on the latest movie and TV news.
But the messages on his phone weren’t about any movies or TV. They were all about an actor. One actor:
-Chris Pratt releases controversial sex film.
-Beloved actor Chris Pratt the star of porno? Watch the excursive video now!
-Chris Pratt: Hollywood darling makes alarming career decision that has people reeling.
Grant’s Jaw dropped. Within a matter of seconds, his laptop was out and the search bar read: “Chris Pratt porn.” He hit “search” and was met with several links to news sources, Xtube, and Porn Hub.
This can’t be real, he thought, and clicked on the Porn Hub link.
Sure enough, the link brought him to a video of a guy sucking someone’s dick. A huge dick, I might add, with a familiar dusting of redish brown hair around the guy’s legs and pubes. Grant held his breath as the camera tilted up to reveal none other than Chris Pratt. Dopey grin and all. He gave his bicep a little flex before looking straight into the camera and winking.
Grant’s breathing stilted. He felt a rush of warmth as something hot and sticky filled his pants. He didn’t even need to touch himself to cum; the sheer act of watching his fantasy come to life before his eyes was enough to send him into a righteous orgasm.
The sun was going down by the time Grant stopped jacking off. He’d watched the whole video four time, and had cum thrice. He didn’t even begin to ask where Tony was until he heard a loud moan from upstairs.
“Tony?” Grant slammed his laptop shut, and rushed himself into clean pants. He followed the sound of the moans up the stairs and into the guest bedroom—the room where Grant usually stayed.
He knocked. “Tony, are you in there? You won’t believe what just happened!”
“Don’t…” he heard his friend’s muffled voice say, “don’t… come… oh my god!”
“Tony??” But he had gone silent. Something was wrong. He turned the handle on the door and burst inside. There, he stopped, mouth wide open at what he had seen before him:
Tony was naked on the bed, one hand gripped around his dick. The other was shoving a massive dildo up his ass. He whined, “can’t… stop…” as fresh wave of cum shot out the tip of his dick.
“Oh my god, Tony. What happened? Where did you get that dildo??”
“It… came this morning. Said it was from… fuuuuuuuuuck!” But he didn’t even need to finish the sentence. Grant already knew who’s dildo that was, and if he could guess, he was pretty sure he also knew who was downstairs ringing the doorbell over and over.
“Who’s that?” Tony said, finally removing the Hems-dick from his ass.
Grant didn’t reply. He was already half-way downstairs. He needed to know. He needed to know if this was all a dream. If this was some, elaborate prank. If he was making this all up.
But when he opened the door and saw the two men standing outside, he knew. This. Was Real.
“Um, excuse me,” Chris Hemsworth said, his hands clamped atop the doorway so as to reveal his toned biceps and musky pits, “this wouldn’t happen to be Tony Ulman’s house, would it?”
Grant choked on his words. Behind Hemsworth, he saw another man whistling in the driveway. He recognized the reddish brown hair instantly.
“This… this can’t be real” Grant stammered.
Both men laughed. “It’d better be!” Pratt said in his charmingly sarcastic voice, “I didn’t travel halfway across the globe for just any piece of ass.”
“Well… I wouldn’t say we’re…” but Hemsworth was already starting to advance on Grant, forcing him to stumble back down the hall towards the stairs, where Tony was stumbling down himself, still putting on a shirt.
He stopped. “Um… Grant?”
Hemsy pointed up to him. “So this is Tony?” Grant nodded, and Chris smiled, “well, Tony. How did you like that present I sent you this morning.” Tony didn’t reply. He only scratched his decimated asshole with a nervous smile. Chris responded, “tell you what; how’d you like to feel the real thing?”
Tony’s jaw dropped, but before any words could come out, he felt a massive force tackle him from the side and lift him high into the air.
“DIBS!” Chris Pratt said as he hoisted Tony up over his shoulder and started to head up the stairs.
“FINE!” Hemsy yelled, “but I get to take the next one,” he turned to Grant and winked, “assuming he can take it of course.” Grant’s eyes popped. He was about to reply, but the two men were already halfway up the stairs. “Well,” Chris Hemsworth said, “don’t you want to watch?”
Grant wasn’t sure what kind of spell they had put on the two men last night, but whatever it was, it didn’t show any signs of letting up. He nodded enthusiastically, and ran up behind them.
The door to the guest bedroom burst open, and Pratt threw Tony onto the bed. Just as soon as the young man was out of his hands, he was taking off his shirt. “Hemsy, why don’t you start to get him ready while I get undressed?”
“Sure thing boss,” Hemsworth said as he entered the room. He made a B-line for Tony on the bed, who had scarcely had time to take off his own shirt before the huge celebrity straddled him and passed his lips to his neck.
“Oh… fuck…”
Tony was moaning, but all Grant could pay attention to was Pratt, who was now down to his briefs. He watched the man’s package jiggle back and fourth and he marched towards the bed and ripped off Tony’s shorts with one, swift motion.
“Damn!” He remarked, looking at the pink hole, “you really loosened him up didn’t you?”
“Well,” Hemsworth smiled, “I can’t take full credit.” He ripped his shirt off and pulled down his pants, unsheathing the dick of all dicks. Grant could scarcely imagine how it managed to fit in Tony’s ass. How was it going to fit in his?
Tony’s moans became muffled as all 9 inches became submerged down his throat. He gagged at first, then sucked, letting out the occasional moan as Chris Pratt lapped up the sweat from his puckering hole.
It was the hottest thing Grant had ever seen. A hurricane of skin and sweat and muscle that made him dizzy. He stumbled back onto the armchair in the corner of the room, and rubbed his dick through his pants.
“C’mon, don’t be shy; let’s see it!” Pratt said, nodding at the pants, “I’ll show you mine if you show me your’s.” Grant felt his cheeks fill with blood as he gently pulled his dick out of his pants.
In another flash of movement, Chris Pratt tore his underwear right off. He was already chubby, some pre leaking from the tip of his cock. Grant had seen it on screen just a few minutes before, but it was nothing compared to seeing it in person.
Pratt lubbed it with some of his spit, lathering it on his hands, his dick, and Tony’s eager ass. And then, with one small push, he was inside.
“MMMMM” Tony groaned. Pratt’s dick felt different than Chris’. It wasn’t as long, but it was much thicker. He felt as the superstar shoved his muscular body against his backside, each thrust coming with a distinct pang of pain and pleasure. He looked up at Hemsworth, who’s colossal body towered over him like a mountain which ended at the base of his pubes, which were right up in the young man’s face.
“Like that?” he said with his hot Aussie accent. Tony could only nod, and he shook as a hand wrapped itself around his dick and began to stroke.
“Fuck yeah,” he heard Chris say as the man jerked him off, “fuck you’re getting so hard…” Tony could barely hold it in anymore. He felt the two bodies intertwined with his tense in tandem as every man prepared to cum.
“GOOOOOD”
“YES!!!”
All at the same time, Pratt’s cum warm the inside of his ass, Hemsworth cum shoot down his gagging throat, and his own cum paint his chest and the back of Hemsy’s ass. The dick made a slurping sound as it slipped out of his mouth.
“Damn man, that was hot,” Chris whipped the sweat from his brow.
Hemsy scoffed at him. “Don’t tell me you’re tried,” he motioned over to Grant, “we’ve still got one more to go!”
Right. Grant had almost forgotten. He looked down at his cum-soaked t-shirt, and then back up at the superstars, who were slowly getting off the bed and walking towards him. For all that had happened today, it still didn’t feel real. It still felt like the hottest, most elaborate porn movie he’d ever seen. He wan’t ready for it to be real.
But then Chris Hemsworth picked him up. With his huge, sweaty arms, he drew Grant close to his hot and beating chest, lifted him up into the air, and carried him out of the bedroom. And that’s when he knew it was real. He looked back one more time at Tony, now cum-drenched and passed out on the bed. This was the fate that awaited him downstairs, and he was ready.
Grant heard the door shut. The room was dark now, as the afternoon light had turned to a dim glow. He could only feel the rough, wet skin against his chest and listen as the two men breathed in heavily. All the while, he tried to remember specifically what his “would you rather” question was. What were they going to do to him exactly?
He felt his feet touch the ground, his body sliding down against Hemsworth’s. His arms gripped his shoulders, and turned him to face the other Chris, who’d come up from behind and was just inches away from his face. Grant could taste his breath, he could smell Tony on him, mixed with a husky scent that was undeniably Pratt’s.
“You ready for this?” he whispered into Grant’s ear.
And for the first time in what felt like ages, he spoke: “yes.”
They kissed. Grant could feel his heart screaming inside his chest as the celebrity he’d fantasized about so many times materialized before his very eyes. In the dark, he felt rough hands caress his skin, removing the remainder of his clothes, and guiding his face down the length of Pratt’s chest. Grant savored every inch; his pecs, his abs and adonis belt, finally reaching the rough treasure trail leading straight down to his…
“Fuck!”
Pain shot through him. Extreme, white hot pain, like someone had set a holy fire in his ass. But just as quickly as it arrived did it turn to wet hot pleasure, as Chris Hemsworth slowly guided his legendary dick inbetween the man’s cheeks. He started slow, a rhythmic pulsing against his prostate, and then big, hefty pounds, each emitting a wet slap as his muscular body shoved itself up against Grant’s ass.
He gasped, but as soon as his mouth was open, there was a dick filling it. All of it. Grant could scarcely breathe with Pratt’s fleshy fuck stick enveloping his throat. He had no choice but to keep swallowing, and keep sucking.
“FUUUUCK me!” He heard Hemsworth say. Grant was starting to loose feeling. He didn’t know where his body ended and where their’s began. They were entangled in the darkness, pure walking sex. No longer the nice celebrities everyone paid millions of dollars to see on screen. Right now, they were his own personal fuck machine.
“I’m close!” Someone said it, he didn’t know who. They were all close, even Grant, and just as Tony had felt before, the pace of the fucking picked up as every body tensed in preparation for the greatest orgasm any of them would ever experience…
“AGGGGGHHHHH!”
Chris shoved Grants head down on his crotch, filling his body with his seed. Chris gripped Grant’s ass and pushed himself balls deep, spurting his load inside his body. And Grant sputtered. The last thing he felt was the ropes of cum spewing out of his own cock, and the gentle feeling of the men caressing his used body, before everything went black.
“Grant, hey Grant, wake up!”
Grant jolted awake. He was in the guest bed, still in his clothes from the night before. Tony was wearing a robe. As evidenced by his wet hair, he’d just gotten out of the shower.
“It’s almost 10 A.M. now, we should probably get moving.”
Grant rubbed his eyes. “How long were we asleep?”
“Dude, we had almost three six packs. I think we slept through a whole day!” Tony stuck a toothbrush in his mouth. He brushed vigorously, like he was trying to get something out. “I had the weirdest dreams too.”
“About what?”
Tony hesitated. Then, he shook his head. “Nah, it’s too ridiculous. Maybe I’ll tell you some other time. Here,” he tossed a towel to his sleepy friend, “shower up. You smell awful man.”
The second Tony left, Grant checked his phone. Immediately, he searched “Chris Pratt Porn.”
Nothing, save for a couple bullshit fake websites.
He sighed, tossing the phone back onto the sheets. It wasn’t real, he thought. Just one, insane drunk dream.
He tossed his head back onto the pillow. “OW!” he exclaimed. He’d hit something hard underneath the cushion. A gun? He threw back the pillow and froze.
“Um…” he said looking down at the dildo, which he could swear was 9 inches long, “HEY, Tony?”
“Yeah!” Tony yelled from the other room, “what’s up?”
“When you’re done, you wanna play another round?”
Tony walked in, putting on a shirt. “Another round of what?”
Grant smiled. “Would you rather.”
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