Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2023 16:17:24 -0500
From: Patrick Thomas <red.cheshire.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Eat Me, Dude

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This story is set in Miami, Florida in April 2021.


"Are you *trying* to be noticed?"

Jason Momoa looked around again before turning his attention back to Dwayne
Johnson. Both of them were wearing a hat and sunglasses, trying to look
inconspicuous. Jason felt a little dodgy being in public sometimes,
wondering how long he'd have before someone recognized him. He didn't mind
if a fan asked for a selfie or autograph, but the damn paparazzi drove him
nuts. especially when he was trying to keep a low profile and relax like
right now. He shook his head.

"Tell me again why we could talk about this at your house?"

"Dude, I wanted to get out of the house. Besides, it's the middle of the
week, it's not a holiday or summer, and it's only..." He checked his
watch. "...11 in the morning. No one's out here." Sticking out one arm,
Dwayne moved it slowly from left to right, taking in the view of the
beach. He rose his voice a little as he repeated the line, further making
his point. "No one's out here!"

"Fuck you." Jason chuckled, feeling a little relaxed - Johnson had a good
point. And he knew Miami better, so...

"It's too early in the morning." The pair laughed. Behind his sunglasses,
Momoa's eyes darted down, glancing at the part of his friend's chest that
was exposed where his shirt was open.

'Wouldn't mind, actually...' he thought. He shook his head again. He didn't
need to pop wood right now - swim shorts didn't do much to hide
anything. "Alright, so what's this idea of yours again?"

"So I'm making this movie called 'Black Adam', right?"

"Yes - everyone knows you're making that movie."

Johnson looked up, taking a moment to realize that Jason was joking and not
giving him shit. One side of his mouth stretched into a grin as he flipped
up his middle finger. "ANYway, it'd be awesome if you popped in as Aquaman
at one point."

"Oooh - are we gonna fight?" Momoa's eyes twinkled with delight.

"Ehhh, not YET, no. Thinking it'd be more of the two of us threatening one
another...save the fight for the next movie."

"So there'll be a sequel?"

Dwayne's eyebrows tugged together as he nodded confidently. "Oh - hell
yeah."

"Great - what else you got?"

"Oh, my man. So I know how you like the old classic comics. You're going to
love this." Johnson pulled out his phone and tapped away. "Your costume for
Justice League is alright..." He trailed off as he searched.

"It's alright?" One of Jason's eyebrows rose up as he pretended to be
insulted.

"Yeah. It's cool looking but it's all dark and shit. Here..." Dwayne turned
his phone to show a mock-up of Jason in a different type of
outfit. "Classic Aquaman." He smiled broadly, excited at the idea of
working together.

Jason's eyebrow rose up further as he looked at the screen. "Um, dude -
where's the costume?"

"What?" Johnson turned the phone, thinking maybe the screen had
locked. "It's...right there."

Jason let out a large roar of a laugh. "Right where?" The costume consisted
of an orange shirt (flecked with bits of black and gold), dark green
boots...and very short dark green shorts. "Duuuude, you using my legs to
sell tickets?" Momoa stretched his legs, flexing the mighty muscles of his
lower body.

"Trying to bring back that classic superhero look. What you've got now is
all dark and dreary. Trying to lighten it up."

"Well, my legs will get a nice tan during filming that's for sure."

"Whatever, they're not that short."

"Says you." Jason pointed at Johnson's lower half. His friend was wearing a
pair of short square-cut shorts. "Surprised your dick doesn't fall out of
those things."

"It's called underwear. You've heard of it, right?"

"Naw. I like to let the boys breathe." Momoa spread his legs as he folded
his arms behind his head. "Just giving you shit. It's a cool costume."

'Might wear that over to Liam's,' he thought. He pictured the younger
Hemsworth brother on his hands and knees, rocking back and forth to take
Jason's cock. He blinked hard, banishing the thought before...he closed his
legs back together as he felt his manhood filling out a bit.

Johnson provided some more ideas about the cameo, with Jason giving
feedback. Several minutes later, he watched as someone walked by and then
slowed down, coming to a stop. Nervously, one of the two women asked if he
was really Aquaman. Moments later, he was grinning, his arms around each of
the ladies as Dwayne took a photo with their phone. Shaking their hands, he
watched as they resumed their walk on the beach. After a reasonable amount
of time, he and Johnson packed up and loaded their stuff into the car,
returning to Dwayne's house.

~ ~ ~ ~

"I still think it'd be more fun to have a fight scene."

"Why?"

"Cause it'd be fun to kick your ass on camera." Jason grinned as he leaned
back in his chair, still kicking around the idea of the cameo now that they
were back at Dwayne's place.

"Man, c'mon. DC doesn't do fight scenes, not like the Marvel guys do. They
actually have them doing fight choreography. DC's all CGI shit."

"And that's EXACTLY why we should have a real fight scene - it'd be
something new. Nothing like two powerhouses really going at it and
struggling to win."

Johnson tilted his head, raising one eyebrow. "Would it *really* be a
struggle?"

"Huh?"

"Cmon. I'd kick your ass. We both know it."

"Oh - grandpa's getting feisty!"

"Grandpa?? Better watch out. This 'old man' can kick your fish-ass."

Momoa pulled down the back of his swim shorts and looked over his shoulder
as if expecting the part of his butt that was exposed. "Funny, I don't see
any gills."

"Har har har. Funny guy. You have a point though - it *would* be a lot of
fun. And it'd be great to bring in some of that WWE energy. So let's say we
do the fight scene...what's that look like?"

Jason leaned in, arms waving enthusiastically as he and Dwayne mapped out
what a fight between Aquaman and Black Adam might look like. He struggled
to get Dwayne to understand one of the moves he was trying to describe,
resulting in the two men getting up and physically acting out the maneuver
he had in mind...and then another...and then another.

Soon, the pair found themselves wrestling more energetically as they got
into it, the testosterone pulsing through their veins as the sun shone
down. Before long, they were slick with sweat, making it more difficult to
get or keep a grip on another, resulting in loud laughter that filled the
large back yard.

It also made it harder for Jason to keep his shorts from slipping, the
material sliding around. Again and again he reached down to tug his shorts
back up. Shaking his head with irritation, he yanked them up one more
time...and was met with another burst of laughter from Dwayne.

"And *that's* why we wore skimpy little outfits in the WWE."

"Fuck me - these fucking things." Momoa growled as he tried re-tying the
drawstring more tightly. "Skimpy like that, huh?" He nodded towards
Johnson's short shorts.

"Ah, no man - more like running around in your underwear. But you don't see
my shit falling off, do you?" Winking, Johnson dove towards Jason in
another attempt to tackle his friend. The two grappled at each other's
bodies...and Momoa gave another frustrated growl as his shorts started
slipping again.

'Fuck it,' he thought. He could feel the air on his ass cheeks as his butt
was exposed again. With a grunt, he wriggled his hips and felt the fabric
slide down his legs, kicking the shorts off to the side. No longer worried
about the shorts slipping, he went after Dwayne with renewed vigor,
determined to pin him to the ground.

Minutes later, he finally had Johnson on his back, his own body cross-ways
and forming a t-shape. He turned towards Dwayne's upper body but felt the
other man shift - in an attempt to block the escape attempt, Jason moved to
his right side instead, using the weight of his upper body to prevent
Johnson from kicking his way out...and using his knees to keep his friend's
torso pinned down.

"Dude, hey, your fucking balls are in my face." Dwayne laughed as he tried
to push the Justice League actor off of him.

"My balls aren't fucking. They're just hanging there. Like your hopes of
winning right now. Just ignore them and calm down."

"How am I supposed to ignore..." Dwayne grunted as he managed to push Jason
off. The two went back at it...and soon Jason found himself on the
defense. He went to grip Johnson' s leg but the sweat on the meaty thigh
caused his hand to slip...and he wound up with a handful of Dwayne's
johnson.

"Hey now, want to buy me dinner first?"

Momoa gave a little bit of a squeeze, feeling a bit of firmness in the
other man's bulge. "What's this? Thought I told you to calm down."

"Fuck you - that's an illegal move. Hey!" Dwayne shouted out in surprise as
Jason flipped them once more. Momoa's chest was pressed up against
Johnson's back, arms wrapped around him.

"Get your balls out of my face. That's an illegal move. Did you bitch this
much back in your WWE days?" Jason just got a grunt back in
response. Grinning, he pushed his hand down and grabbed Dwayne's crotch
again. "Hey man, I asked you a question." He squeezed with a bit of force,
causing a different type of grunt to come out of the other man's
throat. "Are you..." Jason ran his thumb over the other man's crotch,
feeling a lump that was hardening by the second. "Hmm. So you weren't
*really* complaining when my balls were in your face, were you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

That grin grew bigger as Jason's other hand came up and took hold of
Dwayne's large pec, his fingers tweaking a nipple. "I would, actually."

He took advantage of Dwayne's attention being drawn to his chest and
crotch, surprising his friend by flipping the former wrestler onto his back
as Jason spun his body around so that his lower half was over Dwayne's face
again. He lowered his hips, dragging his balls over Johnson's nose and
moth, grinding against his chin. "C'mon man - complain...but that means
you'll have to open your mouth."

"Mmmmppph." Dwayne struggled to push Momoa off and away but failed.

"Look at that - damn, you're almost completely hard. Open up. Ooooopen."

Dwayne's mouth burst open - he told himself it was to get a gasp of
air...but he knew he was lying to himself as the two hairy orbs pushed
their way between his lips. The taste and scent of Momoa's manhood pushed
everything out of his mind. Instead of trying to push Jason away, Dwayne's
hands slid up and gripped the other man's bare ass, pulling him down
further as the Rock began giving a vigorous tongue bath to his friend's
nuts.

"Oh fuck...yeah, that's it. Fuuuuuuuck, man. Yesssss." Momoa's meat quickly
filled out and he tilted his hips back, lining up over seven inches of
thick cock with Dwayne's mouth, plunging in. At the same time, he yanked
the other man's shorts down, freeing Johnson's cock from its cotton
prison...and engulfed it in one swallow, feeling it getting thicker and
harder down his throat. The pair ground their bodies together, feeding each
other cock. Where laughter had rung across the backyard, the space was now
full of moans as they stuffed one another's throats full of dick.

It didn't take long for Jason to move around, planting his knees on either
side of Dwayne's thick neck, his cock waving heavily over the other man's
face. Gripping the base, he pushed down, tapping his tool against his
friend's face.

"That's it." He chuckled as he watched Dwayne's tongue stick out, catching
Momoa's shaft with licks. "Love watching you go for your
treat. But...but...you know what *my* favorite is, don't ya buddy?" He
scooted forward, resting his ample ballsac against The Rock's lips. It only
took a moment for them to open up, pulling in one nut and then the other,
giving Jason's balls an intimate tongue bath. Hands gripped at Jason's ass,
pulling him in further. "Fuuuuck yeah, man," Jason purred. "Fucking love
the way you do that."

Left unattended, the meaty manhood wavered in the air. Drops of precum
trailed down the veiny shaft, sparkling in the sunlight, making their way
down the full length to Dwayne's lips, where they disappeared, one savory
drop after another. Soon, Johnson's tongue was spending just as much
attention to the base of Jason's girthy manhood as he was to the large
balls. Grunting, Momoa moved again - now he was in a plank-sort of
position, lining up his cock with...mmmmm, there it was, the hot wet
tightness of Dwayne's eagerly sucking mouth. Those broad hands pulled down
on the back of Jason's thighs, tugging the thick head further down, sloppy
wet sounds coming from below as Dwayne feasted on the large piece of meat.

After several minutes of snacking on his friend's dick, Dwayne was ready
for more...which he couldn't get down his throat at this angle. Growling,
he rolled them both over, laying face down between Momoa's splayed-out
legs, quickly hoovering down the thick length until his lips were wrapped
around the base of his friend's shaft, pressed against those nuts he
enjoyed so much.

"Yeah, that's it. Eat that dick." Jason rested on one elebow so that he had
a good view, watching as his buddy inhaled the entire length over and over
again. "Strutting around like an alpha male, putting on a show...but whip
out a dick and you turn into a total damn whore, sucking away like your
life depends on it. God DAAAAMN!" Jason's eyes rolled back in his head as
Dwayne did that trick with his tongue around the head while shoving one
finger up into Momoa's ass, lubed up with sweat and spit.

Jason's growls turned into whimpers of pleasure as Dwayne got closer and
closer to the edge...and then he was past it, his vision getting blurry as
he blasted a load of babies into Johnson's greedy mouth. "Fuck, that's it,
eat it...every...fucking...drop...fuuuuuuuuuck!!!" His meat throbbed
between Johnson's lips which kept an iron grip around his shaft, fingers
working to milk out every last bit of Momoa's man-nectar.

The gleam in Dwayne's eyes changed as he moved forward, pushing Jason's
legs up as he spat into his palm. Momoa groaned as Johnson's cock, lubed up
with a hefty amount of Jason's own cum, pushed into his hair crack,
spearing him open. With one thrust, Dwayne had about a third of his dick
buried inside, watching as his friend's toes curled and splayed in the air,
his thighs twitching. Grunting, he pushed forward, burying another bit of
his length. With most guys, he'd pull out, letting them adjust before
plunging in further. But Jason wasn't most guys. Wearing nothing but a
cocky grin, Dwayne tightened his grip around Momoa's ankles and rammed
forward, all the way to the hilt, grinding his balls against his buddy's
ass cheeks.

"FUUUUUUUCK!"

Momoa panted - and at the same time, his legs slid over Dwayne's massive
shoulders and down his sides, wrapping around those sexy hips, using his
feet to somehow pull Johnson's body in closer. Jason grunted, his fingers
digging into the grass as Johnson began pummeling his insides.

"Duuuude, your ass never ceases to amaze me. Yessssss!!!" Dwayne hissed as
that tight hole squeezed around his shaft, the velvety grip of Jason's
insides massaging his dick as it dove in and out.

"Mom! Hurry up!" The sound of a patio door opening and closing snapped the
pair back to reality. Dwayne pressed his palm over Jason's mouth, slowing
his thrusts but not able to stop entirely, even as the sounds of the
neighbors splashing into their pool came through the large wooden privacy
fence. Staring intensely into Jason's eyes, Dwayne cocked his head towards
his own house as he slowly pulled out. Momoa moaned lightly against his
friend's hand, the result of feeling suddenly empty. Grabbing their
clothes, the pair dashed for the door, making their way inside.

Jason didn't make it very far - as soon as they were out of eye sight from
the sliding glass door, he was tackled by Dwayne. He rested on his hands
and knees on the tiled floor of the dining room as was mounted from behind,
a heavy cock finding its way back into his guts. Large hands took hold of
Jason's waist and yanked him back...and soon the room was filled with loud
grunts, groans, and the smacking of balls against flesh as Dwayne began
pounding his friend's hole earnestly.

"You like that?" A hand reached down between Jason's legs and found his
hard cock bouncing around. "Damn, yeah you do. Getting close, dude."

"Don't you dare..."

"Fuck you. When...have...I...ever...unghhhhh!!!!" Dwayne slammed his hips
forward as he began breeding Jason's hole. His shaft swelled and throbbed,
further stretching Momoa's entrance as his cum raced inside. When he was
finally spent, Dwayne slumped forward, letting out a long breath. "When
have I ever pulled out?"

Momoa reached back and patted the thick thigh. "That's what I love about
visiting ya, man." Grunting, he crawled forward and stood upright, making
his way further into the house. If he was limping a little, neither man
said a word. Grinning over his shoulder, he made his way out of the room.

Dwayne followed, amused as he noticed his seed trickling down the inside of
Jason's thighs as he walked. Up the stairs, down a hallway...Jason dashed
forward, leaping onto the bed. Resting against the headboard, he smiled
broadly, patting his legs. "Come to papa."

"Oh, I'm just supposed to come over there and sit on your dick?"

"Uh huh."

"You're not going to buy me dinner or even a drink first?"

"I already gave you a drink. You swallowed down my milk."

"Fuck you."

"That's what I'm *trying* to do." Both men laughed as Johnson straddled
Momoa's waist, rising up and down, getting a good feel for his friend's
hard member rubbing up and down between his cheeks. Grinning confidently,
Jason rummaged through the nightstand drawer, retrieving a bottle. Looking
at it, one eyebrow went up. "Ooh, the warming kind?"

"Yeah. Been trying different ones out."

"Well get ready buddy, I'm about to burn your asshole up."

"Wait - maybe get..." Dwayne didn't have much time to respond - it only
took a moment for Jason to grease up his pole and begin pushing in. "Aww
hell!" Dwayne grimaced as he was now on the receiving end of the same
assault as he'd given earlier, several inches of man meat relentlessly
burrowing their way into his butt. He let out a long sigh of relief,
discomfort, and pleasure as he felt his rear settle down against Jason's
thighs.

Groaning, he rocked back and forth, with bigger movements, until he was
truly riding his friend's dick. The lube warmed up, sending a tingle
through his insides and up his spine. And then it continued warming up,
lighting a fire within his hole, propelled by the friction of Jason's cock
against the insides of his anal tunnel. "Aww, fuck. Fuuuuuuuck!!!" The pair
broke out into a sweat - partly from lust, partly from their carnal
movements...and for Dwayne, partly because his asshole and innards were
heating up. He began bouncing up and down vigorously - somehow, that made
things better at the same time that they made them worse...plus he was
eager as hell to get Jason off. The sooner his buddy came, the sooner he'd
be able to soothe the heat inside his own loins.

"Getting close."

"Thank the gods."

"Yeah, you want it?"

"Fuck you, I need it."

Jason growled in pleasure, mistaking the full reason why Dwayne *needed*
him to cum. All he knew was that his dick and his friend's guts both felt
amazingly hot. 'Gonna have to buy some of this shit,' he thought as he
thrust upward a few more times until his body went rigid, his cock
quivering inside Dwayne.

Both men howled as Momoa released his load, filling Dwayne up. Johnson
panted with relief - it felt like his friend's cum was providing soothing
relief, coating his insides and flooding out the heat from the lube. He
panted, head rolled back, full of pleasure and solace at last.

A thumb rolled across the head of Dwayne's cock, as jason's other hand
tweaked at the Rock's nipples. It didn't take long - he knew his buddy very
very well - and soon ropes of jizz were streaking across Jason's broad
chest.

As the pair took in heavy breaths, coming down from the intense high of
getting off, their tongues found one another's, wrestling back and
forth. They continued making out even as Jason rolled them half over,
letting Johnson rest against the mattress, as he reached down and pulled a
blanket up over their bodies. Soon, the panting and grunting gave way to
light snores, both men exhausted and satiated...and resting for another
round of fun.

"I know it's not the cream that you prefer..." Jason hummed with delight as
he reached over and stuck his fingers into the plastic container, coating
them with white fluffy material and smearing it over his sizable
member. Dwayne opened his mouth and took in half of his friend's length,
moaning happily. "...but you don't seem to mind at all, buddy."

"Now *that's* what I call breakfast in bed." Dwayne's eyes slid to his
left, looking at the phone that was propped up against a lamp on the
bedside table. Pulling off, he licked around the meaty mushroom head that
was bumping against his lips.

"It's after lunch there, isn't it?"

"Good call. If you guys were here, make an afternoon snack out of
it. Although looks like you've got more than a snack going on there, mate."
Another dollop of whipped cream covered Jason's cock before it disappeared
back into Johnson's hungry mouth.

When his manhood was sucked clean, Momoa pulled out and reached for a
bottle nearby, popping the cap open and tilting it over. Slowly, he created
a chocolate glaze across and around Dwayne's lips. Closing the bottle and
setting it to the side, Jason leaned down and brought his attention to his
friend's mouth. Sticking out his tongue, he very very slowly worked left
and right, taking his time to clean the chocolate syrup from Dwayne's
lips. Finished, he licked his own lips with a wet smacking sound.

"Mmmmm..." Another sound, equally wet, came from the phone's
speaker. Glancing over, the two friends saw that a mighty pole in the
foreground, lubed up, thick fingers gliding up and down.

"Enjoying the show?" Momoa teased their friend.

"Very...keep going."

"Yes sir."

"What the...?" Dwayne chuckled as he looked left. "How do I get him to be
this obedient?"

"Gotta train him properly."

"Ain't nobody training me, dude." Rolling over and onto his back, Jason
waved his hand at the tray on the bed, filled with an assortment of
food. "Your turn."

Johnson pulled himself onto his knees, moving items around on the wooden
tray, weighing his options. Smirking, he plucked out a small bottle and
pushed Jason's legs apart and squeezed the bottle. Amber fluid drizzled
out, making small swirls on the large nuts. Tossing the bottle somewhere
off to the side, Johnson dove down, making large smacking noises as he
feasted.

"What did he...?" The other man's question was answered by Jason lifting up
the bottle towards the camera. His mouth hung open, moaning as his eyelids
fluttered with pleasure. "Aww, bloody hell, you've got to be kidding me."

"Huh?" Jason swallowed - he loved it when The Rock paid attention to his
balls. And damned if he wasn't great at it.

The other man tilted his head as he shook it. "Honey nut..."

"Cheerio!" Momoa grinned as he put his hand on the top of Dwayne's head and
thrust up, shoving a nut deeper into his friend's mouth.

"You two are..."

"Shut up - you love it."

"Mmmm, I do." The sound of stroking on the phone became harder and more
determined as the other man continued watching. "What's next?"

"You're going to love this." Jason rolled Dwayne onto his back and grabbed
a small bowl. Holding Johnson's rigid member upright, he slid a shiny
yellow ring down its length...followed by another...and another.

"Oh, are those?"

"Your favorite."

"Fuck me..." The other man's voice was hoarse with lust.

"Next time. Spear those big hairy buns of yours. Again."

"You've got a deal."

Bending over, Jason nibbled at the pineapple ring wrapped around Dwayne's
cock, making sure that his lips and tongue spent more time devouring his
friend's meat than they did working the fruit slices. Johnson's back arched
repeatedly, especially when a pair of fingers, slick with spit and precum
and juice, slid into his hole. By the time Momoa had made his way halfway
down, The Rock was thrashing against the mattress. And the other man was
furiously stroking his cock on the phone, thoroughly enjoying the
show...and memories of his own foodie adventure with Jason.

"I'm...I'm...fuck...fuck...FUUUUUCK!!!!" Jason pinned his thumb against
Dwayne's shaft, preventing him from spraying cum. Instead, the white fluid
pulsed out of his cock, rolling down over his arrow-shaped head and along
the veiny shaft, pooling on top of the last pineapple ring. Soon the
ongoing flow of cream had coated the entire ring, dripping over the sides
and onto his groin.

"Oh fuuuuuuckkkkkk..." Both Dwayne and their watcher groaned as Momoa bared
his teeth and very slowly began nibbling at the jizz-covered fruit slice,
making a noisy show of it until the entire yellow circle was gone. The
Aquaman actor grinned as his tongue lapped at Dwayne's thighs, like a
content kitten.

"My turn."

Jason let out a yelp of surprise as he was flipped over. A metal lid went
flying to the side and a cool...something...was smeared into his ass
crack. More and more of...something wet...was shoved between his cheeks. He
heard a small thud - a jar perhaps - hit the tray and he tried to remember
what he'd placed there. His thoughts were obliterated as a tongue began
working his ass, devouring...something...and his hole. "Oh fuck. OH FUCK!
DAAAMN!" Now it was Momoa arching his back, pushing his ass up to get more
of Dwayne's talented mouth, as his friend feasted.

"What was...ohhhhh...what...?" A pair of broad hands planted themselves on
either side of Jason's shoulders and a foot kicked his legs apart. He
pushed his hips up again, meeting Dwayne's member as it punched its way in.

"Jelly, I think." The voice on the phone sounded small, the result of the
microphone picking up more of his stroking than his commentary.

"Jam." Johnson growled as he buried his entire length in one stroke.

"Cherry, I think. Been awhile since you've had that, eh Jason?"

All three chuckled...and then moaned as Dwayne began fucking his friend
with long powerful strokes.

After a few minutes, Dwayne pulled himself upright, dragging Jason with him
so that Momoa's weight was resting on his shoulders with his legs up in the
air. Johnson spread his friend's legs and thrust downward, fucking in a
piledriver position so that they could put on a better show for the other
man.

"Oh hell...guess it's my turn to show off then." Winking, the hunk pushed
his own phone back, revealing a dark brown head of hair between his legs.

"Can't believe he's been just licking your nuts this entire time."

"He's a good boy. Aren't you? Goood boy." The stud ruffled the other man's
hair and then slid his hands forward, grabbing a pair of butt cheeks and
spreading them for the camera, showing off to Dwayne and Jason. He brought
his hands back towards himself, grabbing his meat and slapping it against a
stubbled cheek. "You two aren't the only ones who are hungry. You hungry,
Richard?"

"Uh huh." Madden's mouth opened wide and was rewarded by being stuffed full
of dick. A big paw of a hand guided his head up and down, spit escaping his
lips and coating the girthy shaft.

"Hey Jason, remember when I brought Richard to the set of 'Justice League',
so he could meet everyone?"

"Oh yeah." Momoa moaned, both at the fucking he was getting and at the
memory. "Although I think he was more interested in their meat than meeting
them."

Now it was Dwayne groaning. "No more bad jokes." He smacked the inside of
Jason's thighs.

"Oooh - yes sir."

"See - just have to know how to train him." Henry Cavill winked at the
camera, grinning as Johnson smacked the inside of Momoa's legs again.

It was all too much and Johnson got off again, sooner than he
expected. Moments later, Jason was behind him, both of them on their knees,
making a show for Cavill and Madden. Momoa twisted Dwayne's nipples as he
pounded into him from behind. On the phone, they could see that Richard had
turned around and was on all fours in front of Cavill, getting stuffed as
well. Four sets of groans and moans filled the room, getting faster and
louder.

"Getting close. Want another snack?"

"Always." Dwayne pulled off and got down on his hands and knees, slobbering
on Jason's knob, his fingers playing at the other man's large hairy
balls. He was rewarded by the sweet-and-salty taste of Momoa's man nectar
flooding his mouth, every drop eagerly swallowed down his throat.

The pair reclined against the headboard, their fingers playing across each
other's bodies as they watched Henry race to finish. Richard had climbed up
into his lap, facing each other, his beautiful butt bouncing up and
down. Henry's ample cock appeared and disappeared again and again as he
pummeled the smaller man's guts. He pulled out and with a roar, coated
Madden's furry crack with his seed, letting out a few shots before pushing
his meat back inside, breeding the Game of Thrones hunk who clutched the
Superman actor's big hairy chest, whimpering with pleasure as his insides
got flooded with cum.

Thankful that he was in a swivel chair, Henry spun it to the side as
Richard leaned back and furiously stroked himself, his hand a blur on the
phone's screen. His breath hitched and his eyes squinted tight, the fine
muscles of his entire body going rigid as his cock erupted, splattering his
juices all over Henry's chest and neck, a couple of the shots streaking
across the chiseled features of the bigger man's face.

Richard's body relaxed as his orgasm subsided. "Clean it up." The words
were soft and gentle even as Cavill's tone of voice left no doubt that it
was a command and not a request. Leaning forward, Madden stuck out his
tongue and lapped at the edge of Cavill's beard, then slowly dove into the
curly hairs of Henry's beard, until his face was clean. A broad hand nudged
Richard's head down, prompting him to keep going.

Madden complied, taking his time to savor the taste of skin, sweat, and
jizz from Henry's chest. "Good boy. Gooooood boy."

"Fuck, that's hot." Dwayne murmured into Jason's ear, both of them
mesmerized by the scene playing out.

"Yeah. Going to have to get Henry to share his toys next time we meet up."

"Any more Just-ass League movies planned?"

"Haven't heard anything yet, but hope so. If not - just need to make an
excuse to make a trip to merry ole' England."

"Looks really merry. Really fucking merry."

"Mmhmm."

"Looks like you two aren't the only ones getting a snack today." Cavill
grinned as Richard kept going, taking Cavill's soft but still-ample
appendage into his mouth and suckling on it, cleaning it of cum and lube,
both men softly moaning with delight. "Keep that up and you might get
another round. Although need to save that for Martin's house."

"Martin?" Johnson hummed as Jason nuzzled against his friend's neck.

"Freeman. Henry's Alpha."

"Alpha?"

"Long story. And I've got something else that's long that's got my
attention right now." Eyes gleaming, Momoa began making his way south,
intent on teasing Dwayne's cock until it stiffened again, eager for another
ride. With his attention and his tongue focused on Johnson's smooth balls,
Jason waved farewell to his co-star and thumbed the red button to end the
video call...noting that Henry wasn't paying attention with his face buried
between Madden's mounds.

Inspired by the sight, Jason pushed up The Rock's legs and buried his
tongue into the tight hole, reaching back for the whipped cream container.

"Oh fuck, yeah man, eat my hole."

"Just your hole?" Jason winked as he smeared the white fluffiness between
Dwayne's cheeks.

"All of me. Eat me dude, fucking eat me. Oh FUCK yeah!" Dwayne's head
rolled back into the pillows as that talented mouth went to work again, his
feet pushing against the sheets.

He couldn't wait to get Jason on the set of his movie. And maybe Cavill
too. His mind started spinning through the various DC actors...picturing
them with their clothes off...their legs in the air...his legs in the
air...an orgy of heroic proportions.

Grinning, his toes curled as he pushed his hips down, riding Momoa's
face. "That's it, eat me man...eaaaaat me."


~ THE END ~

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