Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 19:45:07 +0100
From: Jeroen Black <jeroengogo@gmail.com>
Subject: Gang Banging Chris Hemsworth Chapter 1

Disclaimer: The following story is pure fantasy and is intended for an
adult audience. It is not meant to suggest anything about the true sexual
tastes of Chris Hemsworth, Ryan Gosling, Alexander Skarsgard, Jake
Gylenhaal, Adam Levine, Matt Damon or any other celebrity mentioned. If you
are under age or don't like stories about butt-sex, please stop reading
this NOW! Otherwise, enjoy.  Nothing turns me on more and keeps my creative
juices flowing than the emails I receive from you guys. Drop me a line with
comments, questions, suggestions, whatever at:  jeroengogo@gmail.com.

The real filthy action starts in Chapter 2 though this chapter is peppered
with lots of smut by means of exposition ;)

Gang Banging Chris Hemsworth

By

Jeroen Black

jeroengogo@gmail.com



Chris Hemsworth's palms were sweating even though he had already turned on
the air conditioning in his sports car. He was driving through Los Angeles
on his way to the mansion of none other than Ryan Gosling. The two actors
had met briefly at a black-tie event but there were so many producers and
execs vying for their attention that they merely exchanged numbers with the
vague promise of meeting up in the near future. A couple of days later,
Chris received a phone call from the Canadian actor inviting him over to
his place. Ryan explained that he decided to organize an intimate gathering
of fellow actors in Chris' honor now that he was firmly part of the
Hollywood A-list.

"Just something guys in Hollywood like to do for each other. When another
one of us makes it," explained Ryan warmly.

Chris was flattered and humbled, even though he felt awkward being the
center of attention. (Although, truth be told, since he was a 6'4
blonde-and-blue eyed hunk he was always the center of attention.) He
assured Ryan that he would love to come but there was no need for him to be
the "guest of honour".

"Oh come on, man. It will just be me and you and a couple of other actors,
it'll be awesome, I'll introduce you to some of my friends in LA," Ryan
reassured him. "Don't worry, I know you still need to get to know people
and network in this city ... our agents are close friends. I know all about
you," said Ryan, before hanging up.

"Our agents are close friends, I know all about you." ... surely, Chris'
agent, Justin, hadn't spilled the beans on his... um...? No, No... He was
stupid to even consider it. Everyone spoke in this familiar manner here in
Hollywood. It was probably just "LA talk."

Chris was on cloud nine about hanging out with more actors but couldn't
help but feel a little strange, a little overwhelmed. Just a few months ago
it seemed he was just an Australia soap star with a bit part in the Star
Trek movie and suddenly he was all over the place, the star of the
blockbuster superhero movie Thor. He was on the cover of so many magazines.
His fame was going to increase all the more now that he had been cast in
two more films that were sure to be blockbusters: The Avengers and Snow
White and the Huntsman. In fact, he was leaving next week to start filming
the Avengers and had spent the past few months pumping his body with muscle
through a grueling training regiment.

The hard work was well worth it. Hemsworth would often admire his body in
the mirror: his huge, round pectorals; his gigantic, bulging biceps; his
ripped, strong torso. His attributes were no longer the stuff of mortals
but truly worthy of the Norse God he was incarnating. He was physically
bigger, buffer and blonder than any A-list actor at the moment. He had
achieved a body that was heroic and god-like. A body audiences would only
expect in the virtual world of comic books or video games but never in the
flesh. The studios were ecstatic as they knew that ogling his shirtless
scenes was part of what contributed to the huge success of Thor.  And so
when he started preparing for the Avengers, the Australian hunk wanted to
make sure he even exceeded their expectations. He was proud of his work and
sometimes when he was alone at night in his Hollywood mansion he would kiss
his biceps in front of the mirror, and rub his stiff cock against his
reflected image, fondling his balls, digging his tongue into his own sweaty
armpit.

Chris, like many actors like him, had had to pay his dues. And in Hollywood
this did not just mean bit parts and waiting tables but often resorted to
performing sexual favours. Chris had sucked and fingered, topped and
bottomed his way up the Hollywood food chain. He fucked Chris Pine for his
agent's number. He had sucked said agent to get on to his roster. And once
that agent had set him up with an interview with Thor director Kenneth
Brannagh, he was once again humping himself up and down the Shakesperean
thespian's cock in order to get the role. But unlike most of the Hollywood
actors he met ... Chris didn't mind. Well, that's a bit of an understatement.
He loved it. Couldn't stop thinking about it. Lived for it. When he was
first making his way through the work-a-day actor's life in Australia,
wiping the sperm from his mouth as he dashed from one casting couch to
another, he didn't think he would like whoring himself so much. He tried to
justify it to himself as a means to make money. But soon he realized that
he thought about cock even when he didn't need to. He found himself craving
cock in the middle of the night. The more experiences he had with agents
who were also young, hot dudes like himself, or sexy, fit daddies, the more
he realized he was sucking cock and getting fucked for fun and not just to
advance his career. It was easy enough when he was anonymous. He would just
drive by the beach or to local college campuses and he would always find a
few horny frat boys or surfers who would want to have some fun, who could
satiate his hunger for sausage, and were too dumb or drunk to remember his
face.

But the success of Thor had changed all that. With fame came a career and
the fear of getting caught. His agent, Justin, would fuck him eagerly
whenever he could. Justin was a thirty-something square-jawed former
football player with the brains and ruthlessness of a Wallstreet shark. He
took care of his talent in more ways than one. In fact, Justin finalized
Chris' deal for Thor on the phone as he fucked his ass furiously in his
office.

One day, he detected a lost look in Chris' eye that he quickly identified
as "cock withdrawal". He told Chris of secret sex networks other Hollywood
actors used to satiate their penchant for dick. Surely, when Ryan implied
he knew "all about him from Justin" he couldn't mean... No, no. Justin would
not betray him like that. Chris was his new cash cow (or cash stallion).
And besides, he couldn't think those thoughts, he would just get even more
excited. He had been fantasizing about Ryan for a long time now – imagining
how big and tasty his Canadian cock must be. He had seen the actor's
semi-nude scene in Crazy Stupid Love on a redeye and couldn't help but jerk
off and finger himself underneath his first class airplane blanket. In
fact, when Chris saw Ryan that day dressed handsomely and sharply in a
suit, he had to dash to a bathroom and jerk off in order for his boner to
disappear.

Chris didn't quite know though why he always declined Justin's invitation
to hook him up with undercover cock. Despite his gigantic physique, he was
still a wide-eyed novice at the Hollywood game deep down and was always too
scared of getting busted by the paparazzi. He often found himself staring
at Justin's contact in his iphone, horny beyond belief, desperate for a
hook up but too anxious to call. When he found himself in these situations
he would close his eyes and bring himself to cum as quickly as he could,
ramming his toy dildo up his muscle butt cheeks until he spewed jizz all
over the light, blonde fur on his six pack and pecs. "One day I will dig up
the courage," he told himself the last time he had such urges, as he
scooped the cum off his body before licking it off his fingers. "One day."

*

As he got out of his car and headed for Ryan's house door, he was a little
anxious, a little excited. When Ryan opened the door, two big German
shepherds immediately jumped towards Chris, putting their paws on his
stomach. Luckily Chris was a lover of dogs and wasn't startled but laughed
happy. "Easy there Rocco and Jasper," said Ryan. Once the dogs had backed
off, he flashed Chris with his famous, lop-sided smile and encircled him in
a big, friendly `bro' hug. The two dogs took an immediate liking to Chris
as he knelt down and petted them. They even licked his face! As he got up
to follow Ryan, they even seemed to be trying to sniff his crotch.

"Easy there Rocco... sorry, you know what dogs are like in the Spring!"

"I'll say, I grew up in a farm in Australia," said Chris. He was happy the
big cheeky German shepherds had pounced on him, making both him and Ryan
laugh. It was a nice ice-breaker as he sure was nervous. "Sorry I'm late...
loads of traffic, still getting used to driving in LA" said Chris in his
irresistible Australian accent, smiling apologetically.

"Damn!" said Ryan, smiling. "You look even bigger in person when you are
not wearing a suit."

Chris blushed and smiled. "You're not exactly a frail thing either, I've
seen your movies you know." He had more than seen Ryan's movies. He had
jerked off to them his cock in one hand, a butt plug piercing his prostate
in another.

Ryan just smiled and shrugged. "All the guys are here already... I don't
think you've met any of them yet," said Ryan, as they made their way inside.

"It was real nice of you to invite me..." said Chris. He sucked at small talk
and was kind of nervous about being in the presence of a real star like
Ryan.

"No worries about it, man. You know my agent Jesse is good friends with
your agent Justin ... he told me you had just moved to LA, didn't know anyone
yet. So I figured "why not help a bro out." Chris seemed to detect just a
glint of malice in Ryan's eyes, a sort of sneer, but again, perhaps it was
his paranoia.

"Yeah so as I told you. It's just a small gathering. Jake is here, Matt,
Alexander and Adam..."

"I'm afraid I'm not on a first name basis with your mates!"

Ryan rolled his eyes at himself and the two blondes laughed. "I'm such a
dork. I meant Jake Gyllenhaal, Matt Damon, Alexander Skarsgard and Adam
Levine. I know I said just actors, but he is a good friend of mine. And
besides, something tells me you will enjoy each other's company."

"Oh wow," Chris couldn't help but saying, impressed and a little nervous at
the star-studded evening, his cock chubbing in his pants. He had had many
erotic fantasies about these superstars and now they would all be gathered
in the same room as him.

"Don't worry, man," said Ryan, sensing Chris was nervous. "We're gonna have
a great evening, everyone here is really friendly. We're going to have
loads of fun," said Ryan winking mischievously.

*

"Hey guys, look who is here!" announced Ryan as Chris stepped through the
doors. The men all got up and greeted him and they looked as dashing and
sexy as they did in the movies, if not more. Each of them was casually but
expensively dressed. Chris shook everyone's hands and they all looked him
in the eye and smiled at him in a friendly manner.

The evening was indeed casual and soon Chris' apprehensions were all
lifted. The men drank a lot and exchanged industry stories. They talked
about the roles they were all after. Jake and Chris discussed their
exercise routines. Throughout the evening, Chris also rapidly got a sense
of their personalities. Jake was very goofy and prankish. Matt was nice and
friendly but with a temper and dirty mouth beneath his good boy image.
Alexander was cool, collected, confident ... he seemed to always be measuring
his words  - observing everything from a distance and taking in the greater
picture. Adam, who had a reputation for being a douche, was indeed a
dictionary-definition of a California bro, but what others saw as douchey
Chris just saw as friendly, relaxed and confident. As for Ryan he seemed to
have a wilder streak that co-existed with his well-known gentleman image ...
at moments, he was indeed well mannered, soft-spoken, smiling, friendly...
and at others, his mood grew darker, more playfully diabolical, his stories
had a gratuitous and calculated lewdness. He drank the most, cursed the
most, he slammed his fist against the table to make a point and had a manic
look in his eyes when he told a story. Chris found all of this extremely
sexy.

Soon the topic turned to Chris' body. They had all drank so much and were
buzzed enough to loosen their inhibitions although they were far from shit
faced.

"Jesus Christ, you are huge!" said Ryan out of nowhere. Chris smiled and
blushed and saw that all of the men were silent, giving him the elevator
look, their eyes scanning his body up and down. Ryan reached over and
squeezed Chris' bicep without permission. Taking his cue from Ryan, Matt
did the same without even looking Chris in the face, starting with Chris'
tricep before squeezing one of his hard pecs.

Jake took a swig of beer. "Take your shirt off," he ordered.

Chris laughed. But he saw Jake was serious. Matt and Alexander looked at
him intently. "You heard him, you're the new guy here, you should do what
he says..."

"Guys, come on, I'm... I'm kinda shy..."

"Oh come on, we're just having fun!" explained Alexander. "Do a little
strip tease for us, it's just us guys."

The men start chanting strip! Strip! Strip! Emboldened by the alcohol, and
secretly desiring to show his body off, Chris got up and relented. Ryan got
up and put on some music and the guys all laughed. Chris knew that in order
to be part of this circle of friends he would have to act like one of the
guys. He started by unbuttoning his shirt very slowly while shaking his
hips... He untied his pony tail and revealed the long blonde locks he had
grown for Thor, shaking his hair in a parody of a stripper, which made the
boys laugh. As the guys began to shake their shoulders to the beat, Chris
removed his shirt button by button, as he gyrated his hips to the music.

"Good god won't you look at that!" said Adam. They were all mesmerized by
his enormously muscular physique, revealed as his shirt slid off his broad
shoulders. It seemed chiseled by Michelangelo himself. Chris continued to
dance, imitating the moves of the strippers he had seen on tv. He shook his
body, flexed his biceps. Ryan got up for a moment and returned with a
bottle of baby oil. He squeezed the baby oil all over Chris' magnificent
chest as Chris laughingly rubbed it all over himself, his god-like muscles
gleaming. He was soaked in baby oil,every muscle of his body shining. He
put his hands behind his head and thrust his hips forward to the beat of
the music as he revealed the blonde hairs on his enormous armpits, his abs
rippling as he moved. As the guys wolf whistled, he flexed his pecs to the
applause of his new friends, making them dance, making them "pop" – his
pecs were so round and massive that they couldn't help but bounce when he
danced.

The boys playfully got their wallets out and retrieved bills, waving them
at him as if he were truly a lap dancer. Chris laughed and moved closer at
which point Ryan took another swig of beer and began to unbutton Chris'
jeans. Chris looked a little apprehensive ...

"Woah there, Ryan, easy now!"

"They are getting soaked in baby oil, man. And besides we just wanna see
the muscles on your glutes and thighs!"

Ryan yanked the jeans down, revealing Chris' lime-green Aussiebums to the
wolf whistles of his new Hollywood friends. He turned around and wiggled
his ass as Matt laughed and the other guys cheered. He did a little dance
in front of each of them and one by one they opened the elastic of his
Aussiebums and each of them slid a fresh hundred dollar bill inside. The
Australian actor's cock was chubbing and leaking precum from the close
proximity of all these hunk's hands to his private regions. When he
realized his cock was hardening Chris quickly turned around to hide his
boner... exposing his ass to his audience instead.

"Wow, won't you look at that muscular ass!" screamed Matt with the
intensity of a sportsfan at a game. Although still concealed by underwear,
it was obvious the cheeks were perfectly shaped and firm. It was an
incredibly large ass, perky, muscular and bubbly. Ryan reached over and
began to run his hand across the cheeks as Adam and Jake rubbed Chris'
enormous muscular thighs. Squirting more baby oil into their hands they
rubbed them dutifully, like devotees cleaning the statue of a God in
Ancient Greece.

Realizing things were getting out of hand Chris reached infront of him to
grab his jeans so he could slide back into them. However, Ryan beat him to
it. Chris looked into Ryan's eyes and laughed. "Come on, man, you don't
expect me to strip all night?" His smile dropped though when he noticed
Ryan wasn't smiling to his joke.

"You're right, Chris, why don't I speed things up." He stared deep into his
blue eyes with an impassive, slightly menacing expression as he threw
Chris' pants across the room. Quickly, he moved closer to Chris until his
own chest was pressed against the Australian. He snapped the elastic band
of Chris' aussiebums and grabbed his ass making Chris moan, as he squeezed
his cheeks tightly in his hands. "I told you I know all about you..." And
without the slightest announcement, Ryan quickly and violently pulled down
Chris' underwear and ripped  them off, flinging them towards Jake.

End of Part 1


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