Chris Pratt Unwinds

Chris Pratt had just finished shooting some action scenes for Guardians of the Galaxy 2 and he headed back to his trailer to relax. The first thing he did once he was alone in his trailer was strip off his shirt. He had worked up a good sweat during today’s filming and his armpits were damp and musky. He lifted an arm and took a sniff of his pit. “Damn, I am ripe!” He exclaimed, chuckling to himself. “I need a drink.” He grabbed a can of beer and then sat down in a comfortable chair. He popped the top and took a big swig. “Ahh yeah… needed that.” He turned on the tv in his trailer and started watching a football game. Chris unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, sitting there in just his boxers as he watched the game. He took another sip of beer when suddenly his phone started ringing, he grabbed it and saw it was his buddy Chris Evans. “Hey man.” He said as he answered it.

“How’s it goin’? You watchin’ the game?” Evans asked.

“Yup. I’m in my trailer right now, shooting’s done for the day.” He replied before taking another sip.

“You drinking?” Evans inquired.

“Just a beer.” Pratt replied.

“You know you’re not supposed to be drinking...” Evans said tauntingly.

“Just one beer.” Pratt remarked before he let out a belch.

Evans laughed out loud.

“Calm down! It’s just one beer, keep your shirt on…” Pratt chided him.

“Ohh, I don’t have a shirt on…” Evans replied coyly.

“Is that so?” Pratt said, raising an eyebrow.

“So what are you wearing?” The Guardians of the Galaxy star asked his fellow superhero actor.

“Not a damn thing, I’m completely nude…” Evans answered.

Pratt smirked as he listened to his friend. “Is that why you called me? So you could think about my dick while you touched yourself?” He took another sip.

“Actually it was so I could think about your ass. That big... beefy... bubble-butt of yours…” Evans spoke slowly, teasing his buddy.

“Been thinking about my ass lately, huh? I’ll bet you miss it.” Pratt replied.

“Ohh yeah. I can’t wait to shove my big, throbbing cock up your hole again.” Evans boldly responded. “I bet you can’t either.”

Pratt chuckled. “Maybe. I guess that’d be alright.” He joked.

Evans chuckled too. “So… what are you wearing?”

“Just sittin’ here in my boxers dude. It was a long day of shooting, I really need to unwind.” Pratt replied. He took another big swig of his beer.

“Work up a good sweat today?” Evans asked.

“You know it.” Pratt replied with a mischievous laugh.

Evans moaned. “Mmmm, I’ll bet you smell great.”

“I sure do…” Pratt admitted.

“I’ll bet you taste great too…” Evans added.

Pratt raised his arm and licked his sore bicep. “Yup.” He said, smacking his lips so Evans would know he just licked himself.

Evans laughed again. “Come on bro, that’s disgusting!” He said sarcastically.

“Come on now, bro. I know you’re a dirty bastard.You’re probably touching yourself right now.”

Pratt finished off his beer and set his can aside.

“Would you believer I’m not?” Evans inquired.

“What?” Pratt asked, confused.

“I’m not touching myself.” The Captain America star declared.

Pratt scoffed incredulously. “Yeah right, you’re probably spankin’ it right now.”

“Nope. I’m just sittin’ here, watching the game, keeping my hands to myself.” Evans replied.

“But you’re thinking about my ass…” Pratt said.

“I am, and yet I’m not touching myself.” Evans stated.

“You trying to insult me?” Pratt asked. He stood up and slipped off his boxers. His thick cock was already semi-hard.

“I’m just being honest, dude. Can you handle the thought of someone thinking about your ass without playing with themself?” Evans asked teasingly.

“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of anyone taking the time to think about my big ass without going to town on themself…” Pratt got out the large didldo he kept hidden in his trailer.

“Well then I guess this is the first time…” Evans said, letting out a sigh of pleasure.

“You lyin’ asshole.” Pratt laughed. “I can hear you’re havin’ fun…”

“Ohh I’m havin’ fun, but I’m not touching myself…” Evans replied coyly.

Pratt was pretty sure he could hear the sound of someone slurping on the other man’s cock over the phone. “Who ya’ got there with you?” He asked.

Evans just chuckled; “Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah well, you’re not the only one who wants to have fun.” Pratt said as he lubed-up the dildo.

“But you’re all alone right now, aren’t you?” Evans asked.

“Don’t worry about me, buddy…” Pratt replied as he placed the dildo on the chair. “I can have fun all by myself....” He moaned as he slid his ass down onto the thick sex-toy.

“I’ll bet you wish I was there to have fun with you right now.” Evans said.

“Maybe.” Pratt laughed. He started to slowly thrust his hips up and down, riding the dildo.

“I bet you wish my cock was in your ass…” Evans added.

“Yeah. That sounds pretty good.” Pratt remarked.

“My big… thick… long… Captain America cock sliding back and forth in your ass…” Evans teased him slowly.

“Yeah… Yeah I like the sound of that…” Pratt breathed heavily in response. He grabbed his own prick and stroked himself, imagining his buddy Evans fucking him.

“That would feel so good. Your ass is always amazing.” Evans said, licking his lips. It definitely sounded like he was on the receiving end of a great blowjob.

“And your cock is always so hard…” The Guardians of the Galaxy star replied. His eyes were on the football game but his thoughts were focused on his superhero fuckbuddy.

The two men could hear each other breathing heavily; Pratt was jerking his stiff cock as he continued thrusting his ass on his dildo, while Evans was getting his flagpole polished by a skilled cocksucker. Both guys enjoyed hearing the other man panting.

“You gettin’ close?’ Evans asked.

“Yeah… I’m starting to get close.” Pratt answered.

“Good, so am I.” The Captain America star admitted.

“I can’t stop thinking about you plowing me, bro.” Pratt groaned as he kept jacking his cock.

“I can’t stop thinking about plowing your ass.” Evans chuckled. “That big... beefy… bubble-butt! I love smacking my balls against you while I tap that ass…” He was on the verge of climax.

“Fuck yeah! Pratt grunted, shoving his ass down hard so the dildo pressed against his prostate just right. “I love it too!” He growled as he brought himself to orgasm, his cock shooting ropes of cum onto the floor.

“Ohhh yeah!” Evans moaned as he went over the edge too. Whoever was sucking him must have got a mouth-full of seed.

“Thanks man, I really needed to ‘unwind’.” Pratt chuckled, still catching his breath.

“My pleasure, little bro. Love you too.” Evans said.

“What?” Pratt asked, surprised.

“Not you. I’m talkin’ to Scott.” Evans replied.

Pratt laughed. “You dirty brotherfucker!”

“Hey, like I said; I wasn’t touching myself.” Evans laughed in response.

“Talk to you later, buddy.” Pratt said.

“Yeah, we’ll talk after your team loses!” Evans taunted him.

“We’ll see about that.” Pratt chuckled before he ended the call. With a great, big contented grin on his face Chris Pratt continued to watch the football game… with the dildo still buried in his ass.