Disclaimer: The following story is pure fictional parody and is intended for an adult audience. It is not meant to suggest anything about the true sexual tastes of Chris Hemsworth or any other celebrity or real person mentioned. The real Hemsworth is straight as an arrow -- the fictional version in this story does not correspond to reality. Again, this story is a complete fictional PARODY. If you are under-age or don't like stories about butt-sex, please stop reading this NOW!
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This part is just the very rough premise sketch of twinkfest which i hope to make a multi part series should there be enough interest/requests. As always let me know who should be fucking Chris
Twinkfest: Introduction
Chris Hemsworth was riding up and down on Ryan Gosling's fat dick. Chris was bulking muscle for a new role, just how Ryan liked him best, so he drove by unannounced (as was his manner) to fuck his Muscle Pig before leaving for the airport. Ryan was splayed out on his back on the king-sized mattress, both his hands on the Australian's Herculean torso. Chris was facing him, allowing Ryan to watch the bleary-faced expression of cock-hungry bliss on his face as he got fucked. Gosling loved what an insatiable and depraved cock whore the Aussie Adonis turned out to be. Chris needed cock so bad, he would even take the loads of strangers in parks, rest stops, even homeless shelters. But Ryan's long, girthy pole was a particular favorite of his, he couldn't get enough, and he would never decline the opportunity to taste it or feel it ram up his fuck chute. Not that he had much choice in the matter -- Gosling fucked him whenever and wherever he wanted and rarely asked for permission.
Moaning while playing with his nipples on his bouncing pectorals, Chris used his muscular legs to respond to the relentlessly rough rhythm of Gosling thrusting his cock in and out of his juicy muscle cunt. He used his strong legs to move Ryan's meat in and out of his hole, while his own cock bounced around enthusiastically, slapping against his torso with an obscene thwapping noise.
As he continued his aggressive assault up the bulking muscle stud, Ryan noticed that Hemsworth was also ready to travel. His suitcase was packed and ready to go by the exit. This surprised the American actor, as he kept a vigilant eye on his favorite Marvel Piggy's shooting schedule, lest he would need to track him down for an aggressive fuck.
"Heading out for the weekend?," Ryan asked, while pounding his cock repeatedly into his noisy, squealing slut. "Oh fuck... Oh ryan... Oh fuck me," moaned Piggy Chris.
"Answer me, Pig," Ryan sneered, slapping Chris' ass hard for emphasis. The Aussie stud's eyes opened wide at the sting of the slap and he tried to focus on his answer. "Yes... I'm going to be speaking at a conference... I'm the ... omg your cock is so good.... I'm the keynote."
"What conference is this? That would want you as a keynote" Ryan wondered out loud, with a distinct note of patronizing teasing. "A Marvel thing? A muscle Himbo conference? International Conference for Depraved Pigs?"
Chris groaned. "No... I... I," he tried to articulate as he continued to receive Ryan's thrusts up into his prostate "I am speaking at the Young Hollywood initiative. I was asked to give a speech to inspire young male stars to exercise moderation, good behavior, responsibility and strong moral principles and not make irresponsible decisions."
Ryan couldn't help but laugh, as he continued to pound the Aussie. As a young Hollywood star himself back in the day he knew all about this wretched conference they were all forced to go to. All twenty something young stars. Top Secret, no paparazzi, in some hotel in the middle of the Mountains. He would try to regain composure but would soon break into laughter again, making Chris feel self-conscious, even hurt, at his mocking. "What are you laughing at?" Hemsworth asked defensively, as his sphincter continued to contract and squeeze around Gosling's girth.
Gosling, in turn, continued his deep strokes into Chris' deep, luscious hole. "Oh come on, Piggy, you must admit that's pretty fucking ironic. You? A role model? You're the most depraved Pig in Hollywood, maybe even the world. Your only real interest in life is taking cock, being a Pig, taking loads... I know you well by now, I'm surprised you don't know yourself better."
Ryan's words stung Chris. It's true that he was addicted to cock, that he couldn't moderate his cravings and desire for man meat and the creamy loads that gushed out of them. But he liked to think that somewhere underneath he was also a serious actor and someone who cared deeply about being a good role model for younger people, including all the young actors caught in the corrupting whirlwind of Hollywood. The sheer absurdity of a slut like Hemsworth being asked to be a keynote to such an event just reminded Ryan of the dichotomy in Chris' public and private image. The world saw him not only as an impossibly, even unfairly, good-looking Adonis but also a gentleman, a do-gooder, the pinnacle of clean-cut virtue and family values. While it was true that the Aussie had an undeniable earnestness and air of decency about him, he was also such a depraved and insatiable nymphomaniac whom Ryan had witness consume more cock than he thought was humanly possible and perform acts so immoderately perverted in his quest for more dicks and loads. It was this tension that kept Ryan wanting not only to fuck the perfect specimen of manliness but to expose him too, humiliate him publically, and toy with him not just physically but psychologically. It was an exquisite pleasure, it gave him a rush unlike no other.
Ryan's mocking laughter, however, triggered one of Chris' most entrenched existential anxieties -- was he losing his sense of self to his addiction for cock? Yes, by now he had accepted his unadulterated enthusiasm and need for loads, but was this passion eroding and compromising his core principles -- the values that centered him, that anchored his sense of identity? He decided he needed to stand up to Gosling. In a stern voice, intermittently broken by moans as Gosling pierced his g-spot, he replied: "Listen, you might think I'm just a Pig. But I really believe in setting a good example to these impressionable lads. I care for them. Hollywood is a difficult place, and I... I want to be a good example to them, an older brother, someone they can look up to as a moral compass. I want to be a role model for them." The mirth rapidly drained from Ryan's face as it hardened into a stoic expression of simmering wrath. "Oh you're going to sass me now, Pig?" Grabbing Chris' nuts in one hand and holding his waist with the other, Ryan began to viciously pummel the muscular Australian with an unprecedented aggression. "Omg Ryan what... you're fucking me...so hard... Ryan." He pushed Chris off his cock and on his back, hoisting his legs on his shoulders. Before Chris even had a second to breathe Ryan thrust all of his thick inches back inside Chris' cunt and began to fuck him in relentless, back-breaking strokes. "Fucking... nasty... Uppity Pig... Talking Smack to your Master Like that... Fucking Nasty Pig," he hissed while slapping Chris' beautiful face to the rhythm of his rough pounding. Chris' eyes rolled to the back of his head from the intensity of the fuck as he began to unload a powerful orgasm without even touching his cock. This triggered Ryan to creampie into the Aussie's luscious fuck chute, thrusting his cock into him as roughly as he could as he copiously released rope after rope of jizz into his Pig.
He then got up and began to button up, changing back into his clothes while Hemsworth lay on his bed catching his breath, covered in cum.
"Well, Pig, have fun at the conference. We all know you'll be taking at least five or six loads of twink cum knowing you. At least. That's probably why you're going."
The fact that some of the attendees could be gay or at least interested in men hit Chris for the first time. But Ryan's mocking doubt made him want to prove to Gosling -- and to himself, first and foremost -- that he could focus on being a good role model to young lads and put aside his obsession for cocks.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I'm just going to give an inspirational keynote and leave." "Sure, pig, sure," said Ryan with a smirk, before letting himself out.
To be continued ...