Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2012 19:45:07 +0100 From: Jeroen Black 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 Comments, Questions, Suggestions to Jeroengogo@gmail.com