Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 18:35:47 +0000
From: Andrew Birch <andrewbirch99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans Part 1

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Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans: Part One

By

Andrew Birch

June 2010.

The soft, but sizeable dick of actor Chris Evans twitched as he read the
handwritten note taped to the entrance door in front of him.

"I'm down in the surf having a swim.  There are towels and lounges down on
the sand, slip your clothes off, your speedo on, and join me. - Chris H."

Evans put down his bag, stripped off his shirt, and began undoing his
shorts as he recalled how he came to be here.

It began a few days ago when he and Aussie actor Chris Hemsworth met for
the first time.  Marvel Studios was keen on the various actors playing
their superheroes to hang out together casually in the lead-up to
production getting under way on "The Avengers".  The aim was that the cast
would build up enough real-life chemistry that when it came time to film
together, it would shine through on screen.

With "Thor" having just wrapped and "Captain America" slated to begin
shooting in a few weeks, this was a quiet period in which Chris and Chris
had time to hang out together.

Their first meeting took place at a restaurant off Malibu.  A few beers led
to the guys quickly becoming friends.  By the late afternoon they were
laughing and swapping stories with the kind of relaxed sense of fun only
good friends have.

At one point, the topic even turned to swimwear.

"You wear speedos?" Evans asked of the tall Australian.

"Oh yeah, all the time.  I reluctantly have to wear shorts occasionally
when I'm with the wife, she's not a fan of budgie smugglers.  Whenever I
can manage it though, there's nothing but me, the sluggos and the water.
Sometimes, not even the swimmers if I can get away with it."

Evans mouth was watering so much he took a nervous swallow just to clear
out all the saliva.

"I bet you would look great in some tight little swimmers" said Hemsworth
as he took a sip of beer nonchalantly.

Evans stammered briefly as he responded "I... I... I don't know about that.
I haven't worn any since my school days."

Hemsworth smiled.  "Yeah, but look at you now.  You've certainly got the
physique for it".

The Australian's large hand reached over, grasping Evans' left bicep which
the American reflexively tightened.

"Check out these guns..."

Hemsworth reached further over, massaging Evans' left pec.

"This chest..."

Evans breath hitched in his throat as Hemsworth's thumb glanced a nipple.
The larger man's hand went south and grasped his upper leg.

"These thighs... they would all look amazing in speedos.  You've got a hot
body, why not show it off."

Hemsworth looked at him innocently, a big friendly smile on his face.
Evans was visibly flustered, but tried to quell his rapidly rising libido
(and erection).

"I... suppose so."

Hemsworth suddenly got up and offered his hand to Chris.

"C'mon, I've got a great idea."

Evans look at him perplexed, but intrigued.  It took him a second to grasp
the hand, Hemsworth pulling the smaller man up to his feet using only a
fraction of his strength.

Hemsworth tossed some bills on the table and headed out the door, his hand
tugging Evans along the way.  They hopped into Hemsworth's rented car and
headed out of the parking lot.

"What are you up to on Tuesday?" Hemsworth asked.

"Just the usual training before I begin filming, nothing special planned.
Why?"

"A friend of mine has got this little hideaway just up the coast, looks out
on one of the only private and secluded beaches in the state.  He's lent me
this very cool house for the next few weeks while he's out on business.
I'd love to have you over."

"Yeah, sounds great man" said Evans, excited at the prospect of spending
more time with the hot Aussie.

"There is one condition though"

"What's that?"

The car suddenly came to a halt.  Evans turned to see what a smiling
Hemsworth was looking at.  It was a swim and surf gear shop.

"We need to make sure you are appropriately attired.  Come on" said
Hemsworth, hopping out of the car.

The pair wandered into the shop.  Slow business day obviously, they were
the only customers while the cashier was busy doing inventory.

Hemsworth turned to the woman behind the counter and asked "Excuse me, I
was wondering where your speedos section is?"

She briefly looked up and smiled. "They are right down the end to the
right.  Next to the change rooms."

"Thanks" said Chris and headed down the main isle, grasping Evans' hand
again and pulling him along.  It was a fairly large shop, stacked floor to
ceiling with all sorts of surfboards and diving gear which meant you could
barely see more than a few feet in front of you.

After a few minutes they found the speedos - a decent selection of solid
color numbers, and a couple of garish looking floral ones.

"Yeesh, a bit tropicana for my taste" said a laughing Evans holding up a
black pair covered in a fluorescent yellow hibiscus print.

Hemsworth laughed and sorted through a few pairs.  He ended up pulling out
three pairs - a square cut burgundy number that even Evans had to admit
looked quite classy, and both a white and hot pink pair of more regular
speedos which Evans snickered at.

"What?  Think you're too good for fuscia?" said an amused Hemsworth.

"I'm just not sure it's my color."

"Never know until you try.  Here, give them a go" he said, nodding his head
towards the change rooms.

They walked through the door to find a hallway - three empty cubicles on
the left covered by curtains, and a full-length mirror at the end so people
could check out themselves.

Hemsworth handed him the burgundy trunks first, leaning back against the
hallway wall, arms crossed with a highly amused look on his face.

Evans gave him a playful punch and stepped into the first cubicle to
change.  Stripping off his shorts, sandals and shirt, he slipped into the
red trunks.

His cock was about a quarter mast at the moment, the excitement and
nervousness of showing off his body to the obviously super fit Australian
having opposing effects on his libido.

As he tied the strap, he noticed the speedos fit very comfortably, plus he
loved the color.

Now they were on, he pulled back the curtain to see Hemsworth waiting
patiently.  The taller man looked up, smiled and gave a quick wolf whistle.

"Check you out, very nice."

Evans turned towards the mirror and walked up to it.  He felt slightly
buzzed.  With his hands on his hips, he spent a few seconds taking a
serious look at his body.

The "Captain America" workouts had paid off - his abs were more defined
than ever, his pecs had never been so large and so dense, and his arms and
broad shoulders had some serious muscle and veins on them.  He wasn't
looking forward to the chest waxing sessions, but realised it will make his
muscles look more pronounced.

The speedo too was flattering - suggesting an above average junk, but not
overtly calling attention to it.

Hemsworth came up behind him and looked at Evans in the mirror.

"See... I told you that you would look great."

"Thanks man, you were right."

"How hard have you been working out"

"A lot.  Probably not as heavy as your 'Thor' workouts, but pretty intense
all the same."

"It shows" said Hemsworth who reached forward and ran his hands over Evans'
tightly cut and defined six-pac.  "So ripped" he muttered.

Evans took a deep breath, fighting the suddenly surge of arousal which sent
a quick rush of blood to his groin - puffing his cock slightly towards
half-mast.

"Well I think we have a winner, but I think you should at least try one of
the others first" said Hemsworth.

"Really? I'm not sure."

"Tell you what, you pick which one you'd like to try - I'll try the other."

The thought of seeing Hemsworth in a tiny swimsuit right there in his
personal space sent Evans' mind into red alert.  He suddenly had no greater
desire than to see that happen.

"Err... um... I'll take the white then."

Hemsworth chuckled.  "Pink too much for you?"

"Nah, I want to know if even your junk looks good in pink" said Evans who
suddenly realised he'd spoken without thinking.  His eyes shot up to the
other Chris' face, worrying he may have pushed too far.

At first Hemsworth seemed a touch surprised by Evans' forthrightness, but
smiled back and passed Evans the white speedo.  He leaned closer to Evans.

"I'll have you know, my crotch looks great in any color so game on."

Hemsworth laughed as headed into the second cubicle.  Evans swallowed, his
cock now at half-mast and heading northwards as he stepped into the first
cubicle again and swapped his burgundy trunks for the more revealing white
briefs.

He stepped out and walked back towards the mirror.  Hemsworth had to fully
unclothe so he'd take a few more seconds.  Evans took the extra time to
arrange his cock and balls right - the half-chub making his junk look
impressive, but without suggesting he was overly excited.

He heard the curtain being pulled back and turned.

Hemsworth stepped out like a near naked Greek God.  Tall, lean corded
muscles and sinew moving and shifting under smooth alabaster skin.  The
lithe, yet manly, 6'3 frame decorated with pointy dark pink nipples,
impossibly ripped abs, deep cum gutters, and a tantalising light hair trail
below the navel towards the ridiculously bright pink costume.

Evans' mouth involuntarily opened at the sight, drinking in all the detail
he could - including the hefty lump in the swimmers, a bulge that, even if
Evans' put his hands together to cup it, probably would overflow them.  On
any other man it would look almost ridiculous, on Chris it seemed
appropriate.

Hemsworth walked up to him, putting an arm around Evans' shoulder and
standing them side-by-side to look at the mirror.

"Look at us.  Earth's mightiest heroes huh?" said a chuckling Hemsworth.

Evans smiled as he kept looking at Hemsworth body in a kind of awe.  He
hadn't noticed his own cock had quickly grown to its full hardness and,
despite his careful tucking, was easily noticeable to the Aussie.

"I see you like them?" said Hemsworth, his jovial voice was now laced with
a slight hint of lust.

Evans looked over, suddenly realised his dilemma, and quickly moved his
hands to cover himself.

Hemsworth's arms shot out and grasped the other man's arm to intervene.

"No, don't... let me see it."

Evans shyly moved his arms to his sides, meekly looking up at the bigger
man's face in the mirror.

Hemsworth responded with a great big smile.  He leant down and said softly.

"You look amazing... seriously."

Evans smiled.  Part relieved, part aroused.

"So do you.  Your whole body is... a work of art dude."

Hemsworth leaned in closer. "Not as exquisite as yours."

Hemsworth stepped behind Evans, putting one hand on the shorter man's
shoulder, the other began to rub all around Evans' chest.  He began to
speak softly into Evans' ear.

"So ripe and curvy, and yet so hard and masculine.  This chest hair is just
glorious."

"Yeah" said Evans, legs going wobbly, cock throbbing in the swimmers as he
leant back against Hemsworth's muscled torso for support.

Hemsworth's hand continued raking through the dense swirls of brown and
gold hair between his pecs, making their way towards the large and
succulent looking soft pink nipples.

"So pliable... I'll bet they are sensitive."

Hemsworth pinched them, at the same time planting light kisses on Evans'
neck, drawing a hiss and groan from the man underneath.  A spot of pre-cum
suddenly formed on Evans' speedo.

"Yeah."

"You like that?  You like me handling these hot tits of yours?"

"Yeah man."

"Or maybe I should go lower" said Hemsworth as his hand slowly traveled
southwards, down the dark furry path above Evans' navel and along his ample
treasure trail.

Evans sighed and pushed back, his tight buttocks coming into contact with
Hemsworth's package which was now - maybe not hard, but certainly on the
way.  Even so, he ground his glutes against the monstrous chunk of meat he
could feel behind him, contained by only a thin cloth.

This time it was Hemsworth's turn to bite his lip and groan.  He suckled on
Evans' neck as his hand suddenly grasped the hard shaft outlined in the
white speedos.

"Mmmmm, I'll bet this juicy dick of yours is as delicious as the rest of
you" said Hemsworth as he began savagely wanking Evans' cock from outside
the costume.

"Fuck yeah.  Oh man, I'm so close already."

Hemsworth chuckled.  "Go on mate, shoot it inside the cosies.  Get it all
messy for me."

As he said that he sucked hard on Evans' neck, increased the pace of his
wanking, and pressed his now fully erect bulge hard against Evans' ass
cleft.

"Ahhhh shit" said Evans as the cum suddenly burst out of his cock.  Damp
patches quickly spread across speedo as it became drenched in spooge.

Hemsworth kept milking the shaft, the cum leaking through to the surface
and getting all over the Australian's hand.

After several shots, Evans relaxed and collapsed against Hemsworth's body.
He opened his eyes to see what he suspected would be the hottest sight of
his life - Hemsworth gleefully taking a long lick of Evans' cum from his
hand.

"God you taste good" said Hemsworth, the cum and spit soaked hand now
smeared the residue with Evans' sweat into the luxurious rug between the
heaving pecs of the "Captain America" star.

"Fuck that was..."

"Hot?" said Hemsworth, the impish smile back as his eyebrows raised.

"Shit yeah."

Hemsworth stepped out from behind Evans.  Evans looked in the mirror and
finally saw what was poking him in the back.

"Mother fuck" he said reflexively.

The speedo couldn't fully contain Hemsworth aroused cock, the top fifth or
so of the thick shaft was clearly visible as it ran along his left hip.
The dense brown, but trimmed, pubes sat atop what was obviously a heavily
veined and pale shaft.  Most of it remained covered though, bulging the
lycra to such obscene angles that the costumes would obviously never fit
right on anyone else who might want to try it.

Hemsworth chuckled.  "Not now babe" he said as he kissed Evans' head.
"Save it for Tuesday."

Hemsworth turned and walked back into the second cubicle to change.

Evans stood there a moment, flustered.  He now suddenly began to worry -
what about the costume he had just ruined?  He slipped off the white
speedos, dropped them next to the curtain, and stepped back into the first
cubicle to put on his clothes.

When he stepped out a minute later, he realised all the costumes were gone.
So was Hemsworth.

As he walked towards the counter he saw the pink speedo sitting atop the
rack of the others.  Further forward, he saw the Aussie talking with the
woman and buying the burgundy square cuts.

As Evans came up to him, Chris turned and flashed him a wink.

"There you go" said the lady at the counter, packing the red costume into a
bag.

"Thank you" said Hemsworth and headed out the door.  Evans nodded a goodbye
and followed.

They hopped back into the car and drove back to the restaurant.  On the
way, Hemsworth gave him the address of his friend's house to type into his
phone for Tuesday.  They also worked out a suitable time.

Pulling up near Evans' parked car on an empty side street near the
restaurant, Evans was about to get out to when a question that had been
bugging him stopped him.

"One thing"

"Mmmmm?"

"Where did you put those white speedos".

Hemsworth smiled, took a quick glance around to make sure they weren't
being watched, and then ripped open the fly of his shorts.

Evans could see Hemsworth was wearing them.  He'd obviously slipped them on
before he left the change room, and here he was - still half mast from the
looks of it - voluntarily sitting in Evans' spunk.

"I couldn't resist" he said.

Despite having cum only a few minutes ago, Evans began to get hard again.
He licked his lips.

Hemsworth chuckled.  "Tuesday then mate?"

Evans looked back up at his face.  "uhhh... yeah, Tuesday."

Evans opened the door.

"Hey, before you go" said Hemsworth.

Evans turned back, only to find Hemsworth's face looming in his, and a
large tongue suddenly diving into his mouth.  His senses exploded as
Hemsworth kissed him greedily for a few seconds.

Evans came out of the kiss, flustered and not quite sure which way was up.
He looked over to Hemsworth who smiled back, did up his fly, slipped on his
sunglasses, and looked ready to go.

"Don't forget these" he said, handing Evans the bag with the swimmers.

Evans got out of the car as it sped off.  He looked down at the address and
details, and suddenly couldn't wait for the next few days to be over.

Soon enough they were though, and the now speedo clad Evans had left the
house and was walking across the sand towards two chaise lounges with some
towels and swim gear on it.

He could make out Hemsworth body surfing on the waves, the Aussie waved to
him and Evans waved back.  Hemsworth took this as a cue to head into shore
and caught the next wave in.  Evans walked up to one of the lounges,
impressed with the Aussie's obvious skills in the water.

As Hemsworth emerged from the water though, Evans involuntarily found
himself sitting down on the lounge in shock.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Part Two is coming soon, as is my long overdue Luke Evans and Henry Cavill
story.  Be sure to check out my other stories:

Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/michael-fassbender-and-james-mcavoy

Chris Hemsworth and Liam Hemsworth
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/chris-hemsworth/liam-hemsworth

Chris Hemsworth and Ryan Reynolds
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/chris-hemsworth/ryan-reynolds

Please let me know what you think of this story via e-mailing me at
andrewbirch99@hotmail.com as the feedback is very important.  Plus it's
often hot to hear as well.

Cheers,
Andrew