Insatiable Chris Hemsworth

Twinkfest Part 1

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TWINKFEST PART 1

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As his private jet prepared for its descent into Switzerland, Chris Hemsworth was relishing a rare feeling of wholesome contentment. He still couldn't believe he had been chosen as the keynote speaker for the conference Young Hollywood: Responsibility as Mission. Hosted in a secluded and luxurious Swiss chalet, the invite-only, top-secret event would be a chance to address the entertainment industry's most impressionable young male stars -- from movie idols to television heart-throbs, from pop singers to social media influencers. Hidden from the rest of the world (who didn't even know of the exclusive event's existence) -- the three day conference was strictly reserved for young, 18+ male stars who were fully attended by a staff who signed iron-clad NDAs. Not even agents or industry suits were allowed to participate in order to foster an ambience of openness and safety. On the long jet flight from Los Angeles to the secluded chalet, Chris kept obsessing over the finer points of his keynote on decency and responsibility as a Hollywood actor. He kept going over his primary takeaways over and over again -- moderation, virtue, self-reliance, restraint, responsibility, dedication. Chris cared deeply about being a good role model to these young men, and he wanted to inspire them to live by principles of decency and humility - the trademarks of the Aussie actor's public reputation. As he fidgeted in his seat a dollop of cum deposited in his ass by Ryan Gosling or Adam Levine (or perhaps both?) squirted from his trousers on the private jet's seat -- its squishy, squirty sound mocking his wholesome ambitions by reminding him of his true pig nature.

Chris flushed pink when he thought about what the event organizers didn't know about him -- his insatiable appetite for dick, his Marvel costars using him as an eager cumdump, the way he took an entire Olympic village raw and kept begging for more... He was approaching this opportunity as a chance to atone for his depraved excesses. Despite the euphoria he experienced pigging out on cock, Chris couldn't help but feel guilty for his cockhound ways. Surely, there was something more to him than that. Yes, he considered himself a thespian, devoted to his actorly craft, even though he didn't yet have the opportunities to prove himself in more dramatic roles. But he also wanted to inspire young men to be the best version of themselves they could be. Ryan Gosling had laughed at his lofty ambitions, dismissing the mere thought that there could be other aspects of Chris' character beyond being a sexy muscle whore. But this weekend Chris would prove him wrong -- he would inspire young minds towards virtue.

Chris' thoughts were interrupted by a text message. Thinking it must be instructions from his driver, his eyes expanded in disbelief when instead he saw a picture of a naked Tom Holland, holding out his massive boner in front of a mirror, his tongue sticking out mischievously. "Can't wait to see my Piggy," announced an accompanying text.

"Jesus Tom!"

"You like?"

"You have to be careful!"

"You didn't answer the question..."

Chris sighed, transfixed by the image of the twink actor's beautiful cock. He gazed longingly at the actor's large, spunk-filled balls. He loved the way the girthy shaft extended up into the air triumphantly into a cockhead glistening with the evidence of early arousal. The picture activated Hems' memory of how the cock tasted, and his hole began to dilate at the memory of the twink ramming that meat up his greedy muscle cunt.

"Yes... god YES ....you know I like it. I like it a lot. But Tom... It's not gonna be like that where we're going. You promise we'll behave? In public at least."

Tom texted back an eyeroll emoji.

"You're no fun. Send me one of you."

"No. behave."

"Please. I want to see your meaty tits."

"No -- please, tom, I'm serious" Chris was putting his foot down, availing of what his therapist had told him about establishing firm boundaries (even though said hunky therapist would always pound him on the couch at the end of their sessions -- exposure therapy, he called it).

"Ok then.... Was saving two days worth of cum. maybe I'll just cum now before I land. Was saving it for you, but if u r gonna be that way. No longer my favourite Chris."

Chris' eyes widened, remembering the British lad's intoxicating, thick nectar. He wanted to focus on his speech and responsibilities, to assert boundaries, but the thought of that seed going to waste was too awful. It belonged on his face, down his throat, in his muscle cunt. Looking to his left and his right, the muscular Aussie ascertained that the coast was clear. Lifting his shirt, his massive rack flooded out, and he started recording a video. He bounced his right pec and then another, and then made both of his tits dance together, accentuating their development. With the hand that wasn't filming, he started playing with his chest. Grabbing his pecs, he emphasized how his large hands couldn't even contain their massive fullness. He then started twisting and squeezing his pink nipples in his fingers, moaning Tom's name. He didn't stop to reflect whether he would regret this, and sent the video impulsively - "There you go." Such was the effect his twink master had on him.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! You're Massive! How is it possible to be even bigger than you were! FUCK!" the twink texted back accompanied by a bunch of emojis of wet drops, eggplants, purple devils, and other deranged emoji faces.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Pig." The twink shot back seconds later

Chris smiled. He couldn't help but feel a certain sense of pride over his body. Knowing it made a gorgeous twink like Tom Holland hard.

"Am I still your favourite Chris?"

"The Only Chris. Pratt who? Evans who that?"

Hems was only a week away from filming the latest Thor movie, and he always tried to physically outdo himself for each installment. Knowing he would have a naked scene in the film, he got into the most massive shape of his life. Chris was bulging with muscle -- he was muscle on muscle, his shoulders impossibly broad, and his thighs so solid thick to complement his gigantic biceps and chest. He had also been working on his squats and his ass was obscenely shapely and round. He was particularly proud of his pectorals -- he secretly loved being objectified for how massive his tits had become.

When he was first invited to the conference, Tom excitedly texted Chris that they would finally be reunited. While he loved the boy (and his gigantic twink cock), the Aussie had his trepidations about the British lad's distracting presence and expectations for nonstop action at the conference. Chris wanted the trip's focus to revolve around positive mentorship, not being a slut to the randy, sex-crazed imp. But the Spiderman actor promised he would give him his bone discretely. And besides, Tom told him, if he was to be surrounded by Hollywood's sexiest 18+ teens, twinks, and twunks -- he would need an outlet as a release valve for his depraved mind. Having an outlet for his constant craving for cock in such a heightened environment would prevent him from acting like a sex maniac around such impressionable twinks, or worse fucking up his keynote due to being overwhelmed by all the flesh on display.

"What time do you get there?" Chris texted back. He now had only one thought in his mind, getting plowed by Peter Parker.

"MMM... someone's hungry..."

"Don't toy with me, Tom... answer... please..."

"I'm going to be a bit late. Bad weather. Will text you."

Chris tried to go back to working on his powerpoint and speech but it was useless. He couldn't focus. All he kept looking at was the text of Tom's magnificent cock, and how badly he wanted the real thing in his mouth and ass. He called to his private air steward -- a strapping Irish ginger named Teddy. Even though Chris had said there would be no sex on this flight -- making a big performance of needing to concentrate - before he even could tell the steward what he wanted Teddy already knew. With a sardonic smile, he released his ten inch Irish cock from his trousers as a grateful Hemsworth took it between his lips.

Somewhere in Switzerland, 10 am

Chris could see the large, imposing Chalet from the distance, as the car drove up the white mountain, covered in pristine snow like a painting on an advent calendar. The wind was strong and it was snowing hard outside, but Chris was wearing nothing more than his tight white V neck t-shirt and blue jeans in the heat of the car. He declined his driver's suggestion to put a coat, aware that as soon as he entered the lobby he would be rapidly encased in warmth. And besides, the cold was no match for his muscles. What he didn't expect, however, was the unexpected erotic rush of seeing so much famous young flesh gathered in the same space. The lobby was brimming with activity -- film actors were chatting with tv stars, pop singers were cueing alongside influencers, handsome and obliging staff members pushed the celebrities' luggage in and out of elevators. Some of the youthful celebrities he recognized and others he didn't: there were Nick and Joe Jonas chatting to Ross Butler in the check-in line, in the corner KJ Apa was seated behind a desk, registering incoming guests and handing out their badges. Charles Melton was slouched cockily against a wall, relaying some anecdote to a clearly engrossed Gavin Leatherwood, Mason Gooding, and pink-haired Evan Mock. As soon as Chris entered however, all the different pockets of activity suddenly converged around his presence, heads turning to look at him, the lobby erupting into cheers and applause, making the humble actor blush. Here he was finally, the guest of honour, the keynote Speaker -- Thor himself -- Chris Hemsworth. Nicholas Hoult, Tyler Posey and Dylan O'Brien ran up to him immediately, conference badges draped around their necks, shaking his hand. There were some random young celebs from an app named TikTok who interrupted some cretinuous dance to introduce themselves. A growing throng of twinks was swarming around him, each youthful lad talking over each other as if they weren't actors but anonymous fans begging for autographs. Pushing his way through the crowd was his 6'5 copatriot Jacob Elordi grabbing his hand for a handshake "Chris, it's so good to finally meet you mate, you... you're the Pride of Australia," he gushed in his deep voice and thick Aussie accent.

Jacob introduced him to a young American star who possessed a blindingly warm grin, a certain Taylor Zakar Perez. Each young twink could not help but stutter and stare mid-sentence to gawk in awe at Hemsworth's massive pecs and muscles, some of them even touching his biceps in a trance-like state, before withdrawing their hands in embarrassment, suddenly aware of their inappropriate action. But such was the perfection of Chris' physique and the magnetism of his presence -- it compelled veneration. Chris smiled benevolently, laughing off any of the many compliments he received with self-deprecating modesty, but he could feel himself begin to get flustered and light-headed. He could smell the celebs' youthful musk, observing their incipient muscles and unblemished skin, and he couldn't help but wonder what their cocks felt and tasted like.

As a circle of young actor continued to form around Chris, he started dissociating. All of a sudden, he could see himself sucking on Jacob Elordi's massive Aussie anaconda while bouncing on Dylan O'Brien's cock, and stroking Charles Melton's wasian meat stick.

"Yeah suck my cock, you fucking slut. You nasty Pig," he imagined Jacob sneering. It was only Jacob's actual voice that brought him back to reality.

"Chris? Yeah...I was saying you make me Proud to be Aussie. You're the Pride of Australia. The number one Australian. The pride and joy of the nation," moaned Jacob breathlessly. Looking at his surrounding, Chris realized he had dissociated in a deep fantasy prompted by the overload of twunk hotness. Truth be told, he desired every single twink and twunk cock there, and he felt a sudden rush of vertigo, imagining them all naked, surrounding him, demanding to use his mouth and hole for their youthful cocks and loads. Such arousal, however, coincided with a powerful rush of guilt -- these lads' faces were so trusting and pure, wholly believing he was a wholesome family man, a role model they could look up to -- a "big brother". All were unaware of the perverse fantasies Chris was projecting onto their youthful bodies as they gushed about admiring him. But Chris promised himself that today was different -- he wasn't there to gratify his depraved needs but to inspire future generations to behave responsibly according to a strong moral compass.

Very politely, Chris excused himself, announcing he was thrilled to meet everyone and looked forward to share thoughts on his Core Principles. But he had had a long flight, he said regretfully, and needed to take a shower. Truth be told, he knew he needed to escape or he would completely lose it, swarmed by all that forbidden meat.

As he made his way to the check in desk, he heard a voice call after him, rushing towards him breathlessly.

"Mr. Hemsworth! Mr. Hemsworth!"

The lad was leanly muscular, with a head of shockingly red hair. He had rosy cheeks and a pure, guileless innocence that emanated from his friendly, open face.

"Mr Hemsworth, Mr Hemsworth, let me introduce myself I'm..."

"You are KJ Apa, and call me Chris... Mr Hemsworth is my Dad." Hemsworth recognized the lad, not because he had a particular notable career, but once idly watching tv in his hotel room he had come across Riverdale and fingered himself fantasizing about the various hot actors.

KJ was astonished. He couldn't help but grin at the realization that THE Chris Hemsworth knew who he was.

"Wow! You know who I am! Mr. Hems -- Chris, it's such an honour... growing up as a young boy in New Zealand... you were my role model ... you are such an inspiration to all of us down under ... I am the Chief Volunteer at this event! I'm actually the first member of the committee to put your name forward as keynote... it's such an honour... you are such an inspiration..."

Hemsworth was taken aback that he could have such a positive impact on a young actor's life. His massive chest swelled with pride. "That's so kind, KJ, honestly I'm humbled."

KJ blushed and inhaled deeply as he stared, awe-struck, at the actor's massive chest. He was intimidated by the sheer God-like size of the actor who seemed to embody the very divinity he played on screen: "if you need anything just let me know! And here, this is your room key ... you are at the very top floor, the Schwein suite."

As the youth was blabbering on, Hems was distracted by the sizeable bulge in his trousers, so much so that KJ was holding the key for a full five seconds before Chris broke free from his trance - "Oh yes, yes! The key... I'm so forgetful... jetlag getting the better of me."

"Get your rest, Mr... I mean, Chris... I'll let you rest and I'll come later and escort you to dinner. We're so happy you agreed to speak with us, we know how busy you are, shooting the latest thor film and all!"

Just as he was about to walk away, Hems hesitated.

"OH KJ?"

"Yes, Chris?"

"You are doing conference registration, right? When Tom Holland gets here. Can you send him directly to my room, you might actually have staff perhaps arrange to give him an extra key... We have business, you see, we need to hash out a potential cameo in the next Thor film... but that's a secret, just between you and me" Chris said, bringing his fingers up to his lips in a conspiratorial shhh.

Delighted with being let into a private secret with his idol, KJ reassured him he would do just that, secretly envious of the privileged, private audience the British twink would have with his Aussie hero.

It was still late morning, and so there was ample time Chris realized him to rest, get a work out in, flesh out his talk, and most urgently get fucked by Tom. But where was his lithe friend?! He needed his cock, and he needed it now.

Grabbing his phone as he entered the lift, Chris sent Tom a text: "Where are you? I need you."

"Patience Piggy. Jet still on the runway. Bad weather."

Taking one last view at the lobby teeming with such youthful male abundance, Hems was unsure of how he would last, cockless, until that evening ... What both Hems and KJ didn't notice, however, were two slender figures near a column eavesdropping on their conversation... "did you hear that?" said a nasally voice, beneath his breath, low enough for neither of the Down Under hunks to hear. "Bien sûr. That's our chance," replied the other, oscillating rapidly between Flawless French and an American twang.

2 pm

The Schwein suite was enormous, equipped with its own private gym, a living room larger than the house Chris grew up in, with expansive views of the remote Swiss mountains. Chris had pumped some weights in the gym to get his mind off the sexiness of all these twinks and twunks -- exercise was his temple, his religion -- well, second only to Cock - but not even dumbbells could dispel his carnal urges. He had tried to work on his speech but to no avail, he was lost in reverie, pining for Tom's dick and all the Twunk flesh clustered around the hotel. At home, he had a fuck machine with two silicone cocks one moulded on Ryan's penis, the other on Adam Levine's -- a Christmas and Channukah present respectively. They each even squirted cum from a connected vat (sourced from the countless tops Chris had on speed dial in LA). Sometimes he loved nothing more but lying down at home, pointing those silicone moulds against his expectant, lubricated hole, pressing the on-button, only to feel his mancunt hammered hard by the electrically-powered piston.

His lunch was soon delivered by two handsome germanic lads - grilled chicken, a salad, and asparagus. After tipping each handsomely (even though it was other kinds of tips and shafts he longed for) a depraved idea came to the bodybuilder's mind.

"Excuse me. Do you lads have something like salami in the kitchen?"

"Salami, sir, why yes, our kitchen is sourced with mostly everything. We also have the typical swiss St Gallen Bratwurst. Our chef can slice the salami into the most --"

"No, no, not sliced. Send it as it is, I.. I like to slice it myself. The entire salami - the largest you have. And send me those bratwursts as well. And send butter, lots of butter."

The staff nodded, delighted they had secretly sussed out the muscular Adonis' secret diet for such a Godlike physique. When the sausages were finally delivered to his suite, Chris checked his phone, yet still no trace of Tom. Resigned, he removed his trousers and pulled down his underwear. He lay on the bed, while slathering the Bratwurst with butter, even though his hole was already well lubricated by several loads from Teddy and both of his pilots. Slowly, he began to push the pork sausage inside his hole -- "oh fuck, yeah, that feels good," he moaned. It wasn't the same as a cock but the warmth of the Bratwurst in his trench unknotted something inside him, he sighed deeply, feeling content -- as he pushed the sausage in and out of his hole. He knew what he was doing was depraved and obscene, but he couldn't help himself -- he needed something up his hungry slut trench. Once his mancunt was already nice and loosened, he moved from the bratwurst to the larger salami, grunting as its thick girth was swallowed by his greedy lips, thrusting it inside of his hole more vigorously, and sucking on the bratwurst in his mouth as if it were a cock.

After five minutes of sausage fucking himself, he finally heard a knock on the door.

"Tom!" he moaned excitedly.

Quickly putting on his work out shorts in case Tom was accompanied by hotel staff, Chris rushed towards the door, the salami still wedged inside him.

The knocking became more impatient.

"Tom! Wait! I'm coming! I'm coming! Tom!" Chris sprinted to the door, his meaty tits bouncing as he rushed.

Smiling widely, Chris opened the door "Tom where were you!..." As soon as he opened the door, however, he realized that facing him wasn't the British actor but rather superstar twinks Shawn Mendes and Timothee Chalamet.

"Hi Chris... I'm Shawn, I hope we're not bothering you..." said the Canadian singer in his trademark nasally voice. The boy was blushing and rosy-cheeked, displaying a disarmingly shy and hesitant demeanor.

"Chris! Awesome to meet you! We bumped into some of the staff bringing you more butter and we thought why not bring it up here ourselves? We told them we are mates, they let us!" announced Timothee. The curly haired French American had a more rambunctious but nonetheless sweet energy compared to his charismatic yet gentle Canadian companion.

Chris was flustered by the beauty of the two twinks who unexpectedly took the place of where he thought Tom would be. While the lads were extremely sexy, Chris reminded himself they were off-limits. He was here as their mentor, not a predator. Nor was there any evidence that they were anything other than heterosexual. He was certainly disappointed that Tom was late -- he needed dick so bad. Politely thanking the twinks and taking the butter from them, he was so dizzy from his horniness that he momentarily forgot his impeccable manners, failing to invite the young men inside so they remained waiting awkwardly by the door, transfixed by the blonde actor's enormous tits covered in nothing but a flimsy white shirt, the fabric stretched thin by the enormity of Hemsworth's rack.

"Oh ok... um... I guess we will leave, we're sorry for bothering you, Chris," sighed Timothee - the lad, only moments ago ebullient and effervescent now looked crestfallen, looking down at the floor as if he had done something bad.

"Yes, we're sorry, Chris, we just really wanted to seek your guidance and advice. We promise we won't bother you again like this -- please don't hate us," chimed a pouting Shawn.

Hems was overwhelmed by guilt, the last thing he wanted was to make these lads feel self-conscious. Here it was, an opportunity for him to be the wholesome mentor he so desperately wanted to be and he was wasting the opportunity. "I'm so sorry boys, I'm so jetlagged I forgot my manners, please, come inside me.. I mean come inside... I have been waiting to chat to you both. I respect you both so much."

The twentysomething boys' expression changed from despondent to thrilled. Chris put his massive arms around the shorter lads' shoulders as he guided them into his enormous suite, closing the door behind him. He was meant to be a mentor to these lads this weekend -- a point of reference -- and he was eager to hear how he could offer guidance to the Canadian singer and French-American actor. Maybe they wanted help navigating the pitfalls of fame? Or needed advice on how to mitigate the pressure of public scrutiny?

Shawn appeared extremely reserved and hesitant, "Are you sure Mr Hemsworth... if you're jetlagged we would hate..." whereas Timothee raced towards the plush sectional couch and jumped on it, immediately making himself at home. "Wheee.... wow this place is massive!"

"I hope you don't mind how brazen we are, coming up here like this," muttered Shawn apologetically, blushing rosy cheeked, as he sat down on one side of Chris while Timothee was on the other. Chris noticed that the Canadian wasn't staring him in the face, but at his tits. As soon as the bashful singer realized what he was doing, he turned bright red "I'm so so sorry, it's just that -- wow -- your muscles are even bigger than I thought they would be... It's impressive."

Chris patted both boys' thighs. He was flattered they already thought of him as a trustworthy counselor. "I'm so glad you lads decided to seek me out. I'm eager to talk to you both. See how I can be of help." He was secretly lusting over each of the young twinks, relishing not just their physiques and good looks but their kinetic comportment, all while he played the part of the wise older Brother, trying his best to ignore the salami still wedged deep into his cunt. "Now anything you say here will be between you and me -- I want to make you boys feel comfortable. I want to serve as a mentor, someone you can trust..." He walked over and played some of Shawn's music in the room's sound system, before joining the lads on the couch.

After some acclimatizing small talk, Shawn was the first to open up. Demurely avoiding eye-contact, he began to share his worries about the pressures of fame and its detrimental effects on his mental health. "People seem to act like they know me but they don't," he sighed, his eyes wet with emotion. These words resonated deeply with Chris as he recalled Gosling and Levine's derisive laughter when they suggested he was nothing more than just a musclebound cockhound himbo slut. He wondered what they would make of him now, getting celebrity lads to open up by creating a safe and supportive space. He was already proving them wrong - acting as a steward of virtue was proving to be his calling. Sensing from Shawn's body language that the twink was in a vulnerable state, Hemsworth moved closer to him, pulling his massive arm around his shoulder to offer a sense of warmth and reassurance. Not wanting Timmy to feel excluded he invited him to come in closer as well.

"You boys should feel comfortable to share anything with me."

"Thank you so much!" replied Timmy "You don't know what it means to have a Big Brother we can look up to and confide in, whom we can trust." As he said this, he put his hand gently on Chris' massive thigh, sending shivers up Hemsworth's spine, while staring up at the older actor's blue eyes.

For the next forty minutes or so, Hems and the lads exchanged intimate talk about evading scrutiny from paparazzi and Hems made up yarns of how exercise keeps him wholesome and grounded, away from exorbitant temptation. Shawn shared his relationship woes with his ex Camilla, while Timothee disclosed his dilemmas about always wanting to feel grounded and relatable while nonetheless pursuing `artsier' roles he was afraid would make him seem pretentious. The boys' body language was stiff at first, self-conscious around the imposing mass and sculpted perfection of Chris' body - the enfleshed embodiment of a Norse God. They gradually began to relax, however, as Chris dispensed his sage advice to their eager, adoring attention. So much so that Timothee broached the topic about how he felt guilty sleeping with so many NYU girls, asking advice about how Chris stayed away from coming across as a "man slut."

His arms still around their shoulders, Hems felt slightly guilty that he would hide the full truth about his insatiable pig nature to his trusting disciples. He was breathing nervously, trying to keep the intoxicating image of twink Timothee thrusting his massive cock into the tight pussies of squealing co-eds far from his mind. Mustering a response, he uttered: "Well I remind myself that my first job is not even that of being an actor. It's being a role model. Knowing that many people are looking up to me keeps me grounded and on the right path. Secondly, working out. I am very passionate about fitness -- not just for its physical benefits, but for how it helps build and mould character. Now I know bodybuilding is seen as showing off, but lifting weights, building strength, discipline..."

"Oh I'm glad you mentioned training!" interrupted Timothee, "I'm kind of self conscious because I am not making progress with my trainer, no matter what we try... I'm so skinny"

Chris smiled, sensing an opportunity due to his expertise on fitness, to steer the conversation towards wholesome, healthy tutelage.

"Of course, you may have heard of my fitness program, it's my passion to help people reach their optimum health," replied the blonde Hunk.

This proposition seemed to excite young Timothee. "Really?! Maybe you can give me some pointers," he said. Before Chris realized what was happening, Timmy began to remove his sweater and unbutton his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his slender torso.

"Hey! Me too! I would also love pointers from Thor himself!" exclaimed Shawn, as he joined his French-American friend to rapidly remove his shirt.

The lads stood in front of a flummoxed Chris and with a giggling clumsiness they began to pose in their underwear, pantomiming bodybuilders practicing their front double bicep pose. "Yeah! We're Flexing for Thor!" laughed Timmy, blowing air into his cheeks, while curling his skinny arms. Timmy's slender body was incredibly sexy and appealing to Chris, dizzyingly so. His torso was lean and svelte, his skin's alabaster glow inviting Chris to touch its unblemished smoothness. Shawn's torso was more muscular and chiseled, with an appealing sun-kissed glow, but he still possessed the tautness and lightness of a young twenty-year old athlete's physique. "I'm kind of embarrassed doing this in front of you ... I'm just some skinny Canadian and I mean -- look at you -- you are Chris Hemsworth," said the songbird with excessive modesty -- he had a great physique but felt self-conscious in front of the Aussie Adonis.

"Both of you boys look awesome," replied Chris, taking a deep gulp.

"Oh Chris! It's so great that we can be so open and share so much with you! You know my body is something I feel insecure about..."

"Hey! I have an idea, let's remove our pants, that way Chris can assess our legs!"

"Good thinking, Shawn!"

Shawn blushed as he stepped out of his jeans. His thighs were surprisingly thick and sculpted, while Timmy's legs were more slender but had the agile strength of a dancer. Chris swallowed hard in astonishment noticing the outline of two semi-hard erections in their boxer briefs -- they were both surprisingly large - larger, even than his own package, he registered with some alarm. Chris' eyes bulged and his mind began to race, imagining pulling those twink cocks out, squeezing them, relishing their twink musk before guiding them into his ravenous mouth. His hole tightened instinctively, reminding him intuitively of the salami wedged whorishly in his cunt. The Aussie felt intensely aroused, but also more than a little guilty that he had let the situation with his new mentees slip out of hand. He wanted their cocks so much -- in his ass, in his mouth -- but he would never betray the trust they innocently invested in him. "Boys, I think that's enough posing for today... Why don't we head downstairs, join the others"

Amidst some gleeful laughter, both boys sat back next to Chris. They took the initiative to put his large arms around their shoulders once again, but this time they were tantalizingly barechested and semi-exposed. "No No, we want to bond with you, you are such a good mentor, we are learning so much."

"yeah as soon as we get downstairs we'll have to share you! We don't want that!"

Both twinks' eyes were fixated on Chris' torso, and this time it was Chris who felt self-conscious not for a lack of muscle but for an excess of it. "Chris but your body wow... it's just ... well... you're even bigger than I dreamed you would be," moaned Shawn. While his words could be read as reverent, there was something newly confident, even dangerous, about his manner, Chris noticed, a certain ecstatic gleam in his eyes that was at odds with the shy lad he appeared to be but moments ago. "You don't mind if I..." Before Chris could determine what he was going to ask, let alone respond, both Shawn and Timothee began to massage Hemsworth's enormous pecs, moaning as their fingers traced his well-defined abs beneath the expensive cotton of his tight shirt.

"Boys, I don't know if we should..."

"Oh sorry Chris," said Timothee sweetly "It's just that we take your advice about training and fitness so seriously that we were wondering if you could tell us more about your muscles..."

"Yeah! Tell us how to exercise each properly! But we need to see so we can learn properly"

Chris was in a quandary. He knew he should pull Timothee and Shawn's hands away given the effects it was having on his cock and cunt, but he didn't want to dampen their enthusiasm for fitness or chastise their curiosity -- their trusting candor with him reinstated a sense of decency he wanted to cultivate. He felt such empathy for these vulnerable twinks, and genuinely didn't want to embarrass the lads or make them self-conscious by pulling away. Rather than alert them that their roving hands were inappropriate, Chris responded by flexing and articulating his muscles to make sure their frenzied groping had an educational rather than simply fascinated or fetishizing function. Pointing out the different parts of his body, he began to tell them the proper name of each muscle and how to exercise it to their advantage. This flexing and "anatomical lesson", however, didn't have a sobering effect on the lads' focus but appeared to have the opposite effect -- their hands roamed across his physique more aggressively, squeezing and massaging, groping and pinching, an increasingly flustered Chris. Chris almost thought he would lose it when Timothee, followed by Shawn, kissed each muscle after Hemsworth introduced it.

"Like what's this for example?" Shawn was grabbing a sculpted mound of bulging muscle around Chris' broad shoulder.

Foggy with lust, Chris moaned, praying the boys could not detect his heaving Chest, staggered breathing, and erect cock in his shorts, perhaps focusing on anatomy would distract them and allow him to reorient his own focus away from this treacherous predicament: "Uh.. that's that's my deltoid... boys, maybe we should reconvene...join the other..."

"And this?" asked Timmy, tracing the muscles emerging in a swelling surge of flesh from his arm. "Aah.. that's that's the tric-"

"Whatever it is, its fucking massive!" exclaimed Timmy, his eyes wide with incredulous fascination before he began to cover it with kisses. "Could you lift them arms for me?"

There was a palpable shift in power-dynamics in the room. Whereas Chris started their meeting as a mentor figure, an object not just of respect but of reverence, a steward guiding two shy and worshipful twinks, the lads' sudden display of care-free and even brazen confidence and curiosity towards Chris' body seemed to overthrow his sense of impregnable control. In spite of their age and size differences, it was now the twinks who seemed to have the upper-hand. Nevertheless, Chris continued to cling to the hope that he could regain control of the evening as a forum for one-on-one wholesome mentorship, by answering their questions about working out in a focused, and objective manner.

Hemsworth followed Timmy's request to lift his arms, thinking the boys wanted to observe his stretching techniques, only to feel both lads tugging at his tight, white shirt. Giggling, they began to work the shirt's tight-fitting, clinging fabric up his abs, having issues around his formidable rack.

"Your tits are so big, I think your shirt has got stuck!" laughed Timothee.

Hems felt he had no choice but to keep holding his arms up if he wanted to breathe, relieved as he felt the shirt make its way slowly off his face. After they were finally able to pull it off his head, his massive tits flopped out with a buoyant bounce that made the twinks' eyes expand with relish. "Mission accomplished!" shouted Timmy. Wrapping the shirt into a ball, he cheekily mimed shooting a basket as he tossed the expensive item into a small trash can already filled with banana peels and coffee grinds, screaming "yes!!!" as he scored. Chris was shocked that the young twink -- who moments ago seemed impeccably well-mannered -- would treat his possessions in such a cavalier fashion.

Chris caught his breath and there was no denying what was on full display. Both Timothee and Shawn had extraordinarily large erections concealed tightly in their boxer briefs that were now visibly wet at the crotch. The lads both massaged their massive endowments with one hand, emphasizing their cock's shape and heft, while their other hand was rubbing Chris' chest and abs. The air of bashful innocence had all but vanished from their faces, eclipsed by knowing, sardonic smirks. It was Chris, instead, who was squirming nervously.

Nonetheless Hemsworth tried to keep his mind steady, trying to preserve his duty as a wholesome mentor. In a desperate attempt to keep the proceedings clean and virtuous, he stuttered through a sequence of dumb questions regarding the lads' plans for the summer, their new film roles or music plans.

Shawn laughed sarcastically, even cruelly, at the Aussie's nervous chattering. He and Timothee ignored each clumsy question, while continuing to play with the blonde's massive chest, like two predators wantonly toying with their prey before devouring it. Truth be told, the boys were enjoying the Adonis' desperate and clumsy efforts to preserve his wholesome mentor schtick, deeply aroused that such a strong and perfect Adonis could squirm with such obvious embarrassment and discomfort. It gave them a rush of power.

The more the boys ignored him, the more Hemsowrth began to question whether they had ever truly been sincere about mentorship in the first place.

At that point, both boys got up and Hems couldn't help but gawk at their massive erections encased like vacuum-sealed sausages inside their white boxer briefs clearly stained at the tip.

"Mmm... bad Chris, you showing off your body like that, so shameless, it made me stain my boxer briefs," said Shawn in his nasally voice, he touched the tip of his underwear where a precum stain was expanding and brought it towards his lips.

"Yeah Chris, what are you gonna do about it? You seem to have the answer to everything...," added Timothee "what are we going to do about these hard erections?"

Chris looked flustered and mesmerized, his gigantic chest heaving obscenely with his nervous breathing. He tried to get up from the couch, but the lads pushed his shoulders down slowly, and Chris found himself incapable of doing anything but comply, even getting on his knees in front of the suddenly authoritative twinks. Encircling their prey, both Shawn and Timothee moved their crotches extremely close to Hemsworth's face. Even through the fabric of their boxer briefs, he could sense their warmth, sweatiness and musk. At the same time, Shawn and Timothee pulled the elastic of their underwear down, freeing their large, erect cocks that slapped a flummoxed Hemsworth across both cheeks as they were released.

Perhaps Hemsworth could have resisted had the cocks been modest or average. But he was completely taken aback by the sheer size and beauty of the exquisitely crafted twink cocks on either side of his face, girthy and long, pulsating with youthful, eager horniness. The Aussie was cross-eyed with lust and couldn't help but moan at the tantalizing sight.

"You boys are so.... big," he moaned. Timothee and Shawn looked down at him smirking while caressing their rods delicately with their fingers, cocky and confident with their indisputably superior endowments.

"I shouldn't be... I can't..." grunted Chris softly at the very moment that his hands wrapped around both shafts, moaning as he felt the smoothness of their skin against the marble-hardness of their girth.

"This is what you wanted huh? What you were thinking about throughout our conversations?" taunted Shawn.

Hems looked up at the twink gods and wanted to say no -- insist that he had meant what he said. That he cared about mentorship and being a good role model, but as he opened his mouth to do just that, he instead found himself guiding Timothee's cock down towards his lips. Opening his mouth, he swallowed the twink cock to the hilt, feeling his wiry, trimmed pubes hit his nose, inhaling Timmy's intoxicating twink scent.

"Saloppe, putain!" moaned Timothee in French, hissing, his voice cracking in high-pitched whimpers from excitement. Even the first feel of Hemsworth's mouth on his dick was incredible -- wet, warm, and eager. Hems bobbed up and down on the French-American's tasty cock slowly, savoring the flavor, length, and beauty of the cock as he stroked Shawn's shaft. Not forgetting about the handsome Canadian, he soon spat out the French baguette slowly and turned his attention to Shawn's equally imposing and beautiful cock. It was soon obvious to both young stars that the massive Aussie was born to worship cock from zeal and technique of his sucking, honed by years of practice.

"Yeah that's right, whore, suck my dick," moaned Shawn in his nasally vocal fry voice. Alternating between the lads' cocks, Hems was possessed, no longer focusing on the conference but on the Godlike twink cocks infront of him that demanded and deserved unconditional worship. His mouth moved expertly up and down their shafts, his tongue making corkscrew motions around their cockheads, pressing the spit from his throat against their throbbing girths. Hems loved sucking at a steady pace, taking great pride at the appreciative moans of Shawn and Timmy as they thrust their large manhood past his dexterous lips, straight down his eager throat.

Hems focus on pleasuring these cocks was absolute. He was in a cockpig stupor that he didn't even hear the hotel room open as Tom Holland walked in chuckling, his fingers on his lips in a pantomime shhh as he silently greeted his bros Timmy and Shawn. It was only at the sound of the Brit's twang that led Hems to open his eyes from his dedicated cocksucking service and register his Avengers co-star's presence. "Now why am I not surprised to see this," laughed Tom, witnessing his muscular Aussie Pig look at him in stunned surprise with his blue eyes, his mouth filled with Timothee's cock while he jerked Shawn's wet and dripping prick in his right hand.

"Bro, Tommy, you weren't kidding this is the best head ever!"

"Ah mate, I told you, it's fucking Chris Hemsworth AND he has the best fucking throat, the sexiest body, and the hottest hole... wait til you fuck that tight slutty cunt, mate."

Tommy patted Chris on the head as he continued sucking -- he could tell his buddy was in the zone of cockpig euphoria and he didn't want to break his momentum but rather join in the fun. "My Piggy treating you well, eh, boys?" From the whimpering moans coming from Timothee, Tom knew the answer.

The British twink unzipped his fly and brought out his own gargantuan sausage, hard and wet with pre from his anticipation of the tawdry trap he set up for his Aussie buddy. As Hems' mouth bobbed up and down on Chalamet's manhood, Tom stroked Chris' cheek with his dick. Loving the flavor and scent of longdistance flight dick, Chris temporarily released Timothee's cock from his mouth and swallowed Tom's bone eagerly with a deranged expression of euphoria on his face. Seeing Tom's cock in front of him, he became like a dog reunited with his master. He had been thinking about the Spider Man actor for so long now. Tasting the lad's dick again after such an extended hiatus didn't disappoint -- it was just as big, just as tasty, and just as musky as he remembered. Tom was shivering in Hemsworth's insatiable mouth, in awe that the Pig was even more swole now after filming the latest Thor, but just as eager and dedicated in his pigslut ways.

"Yeah Piggy, you like the little surprise Master Tom organized for you? I knew you wouldn't be able to resist Timmy and Shawn's cocks, you filthy whore..."

Part of Hems knew he should be mad at Tom. He had set this whole thing up without his permission, had allowed Timothee and Shawn to mock and toy with him; but a stronger, more forceful feeling of gratitude overcame him as he was determined to thank his twink master for sharing not only his own beautiful tasty cock but also those of Shawn and Timmy. Hems alternated between the three boys, swallowing one cock and then jerking off the others with his bare hands. The three twinks could not get enough, pushing their hips against his handsome face, relishing that Hemsworth didn't close his eyes during his blow job but looked up at his twink gods, determined to give them the best head of their lives as they thrust their lithe hips against his handsome features.

Hemsworth savored each cock, enjoying how each was different and special in their own unique way -- each with their own intoxicating musk, shape, and cockhead, which he studied eagerly with his roaming tongue to maximize each twink's pleasure.

"Oh fuck oh fuck I can't hold it!" moaned Holland as Hems was sucking him hard. A second later he grabbed Hem's head, pressing it down on his crotch as he repeatedly thrust his penis deep into the Thor actor's mouth while his pulsating cock released shot after shot of his copious load down his chugging throat. Shawn and Timothee watched in awe as Chris guzzled down the load greedily. Once he was done, he licked the errant streaks that had flooded off the sides of his mouth, landing on Holland's balls, groin, and thighs.

"That was so fucking hot!" said Shawn, as he patted Tom on the back.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, boys, come on Hems get on all fours for us -- and let's get you fucked. Show the boys what you do best. Shawn you're up first. Fuck this pig with your Canadian cock. Have no mercy -- big boys like Chris need it rough."

Streaks of Tom's jizz still on his face, Hemsworth obeyed the orders from his British twink master. He wanted to say something, however. Express that while he wanted -- needed -- Shawn and Timothee's cocks like nothing else in the world he also was serious about all the guidance and mentorship he had provided earlier. And if they ever needed a role model to help through fame's treacherous temptations he was there for them. But at the very moment he was about to express his genuine feelings, Shawn pulled the actor's boxer briefs down revealing the obscene salami that was still lodged up his cunt and which he had almost forgotten about.

"OH my god! Jesus Chris! I can't believe this nasty whore!" laughed Shawn and Timothee, incredulous. Out of nervousness and shock, Hemsworth's hole began to eject the buttered-up salami from his orifice. The three twinks watched it fall from his slut hole on the floor with a thud. Hems was so embarrassed and turned bright red to be exposed in his wanton sluttiness in front of the twinks. Tom picked up the salami and felt its wetness and butteriness, chuckling with a smirk, "My my piglet, you are even filthier than I thought you were. You couldn't even wait five seconds, now you're really going to get fucked!"

Tom pressed the salami against Chris' mouth, forcing him to swallow it and savor the sweat and ass juices from his own greedy cunt. He started to gently face fuck Chris with the salami, as Shawn spanked his muscular glutes. Intuitively, Hemsworth arched his back as Shawn had seen him do in the viral safari video, wiggling his butt in the air.

"Fuck, your ass is so fucking muscular, you fucking beast! I'm going to need every inch of my cock to penetrate these walls," moaned a sweaty, elated Shawn as he inspected those massive meat buns of steel. As Shawn slapped his cockhead like a baseball bat in the wedge of Hems' crack, Hems reached out behind him and stretched his hole wide open while shaking his booty in the air, inviting Shawn to penetrate him.

"Fuck me, Shawn, please, fuck me! I need your cock!"

Shawn grasped his formidable dick and pointed it downward, sliding it between Hems' muscular cheeks before nestling his cockhead at the entrance of the slut's buttery hole.

"Oh fuck!" moaned Shawn "Such a good pussy!". Hemsworth's hole was so hungry and slippery it inhaled half of Shawn's manhood on the first thrust, as if it had a mind and volition of its own. Shawn noted how the blonde's mancunt clamped down nice and tight on his rigid spear as he continued to thrust into his depths, Hems gasping as inch after inch of Shawn's dick was wedged inside his warm cunt.

"Oh fuck you're so big," moaned Hems, still in awe that the lithe wholesome twink could be so well endowed. Even the salami had not prepared him for the girthy assault of Shawn's enormous manhood. Holding Hems' hips, Shawn pushed all the way in and then pulled out slowly. He then rammed in rapidly again just as his cockhead was about to pop out of Chris' hole, before pulling out slowly again, and repeating this rhythm over and over again, allowing the nerve endings of Chris' hole to trace and memorize the specific heft and character of his manhood. His steady invasion of the warm Aussie cunt continued as Timothee watched from an adjacent sofa, stroking his cock in front of Hemsworth and egging his buddy on, letting the Aussie stare at the meat that would penetrate him next.

Tom sat down next to a breathless Hems, stroking his beautiful, sweaty face. "Open that hole up, Piggy," he murmured, "Show them what a good slut you are. The best pig." Hems looked up at Tom as his pussy quivered around Shawn's thick battering rod/

Twining his fingers around Chris' blonde hair, Shawn began to spear into his hole more rapidly, relishing the clasping warmth of Aussie muscle slut-cunt on his cock.

"Fuck your hole is fucking amazing, bitch. This is the real you, isn't it, Chris?" Shawn spat out, a sneering edge in his nasally softboy voice. His cock moved faster and faster into the blonde slut, forcing obscene little gasps and moans from the massive muscular bottom as he repeatedly pierced his prostate. "This is all you think about, isn't it? When you first saw us, this is what you dreamed of isn't it, nasty pig?"

Hems moaned, grinding his hips upwards sluttily to meet the impaling rhythms of Shawn's rough fucking as the Canadian accelerate the speed of his thrusts. "Yes," he moaned, dizzy with lust. "It's what I want... your cock... all your cocks... over and over again..."

Hems looked so beautiful to Tom like this -- an insanely muscular, square jawed Adonis aching with his insatiable need for penis. The most handsome man he had ever seen and the nastiest Pig as well. Tom looked into the needful blue eyes of his hungry Pig, lost in the fog of lust, and pressed his mouth against Chris' in a passionate kiss while Shawn lengthened his strokes and intensified the force of his thrusts inside the whimpering Australian. Shawn moaned as he felt Hems' hole progressively reshaped by his cock, Chris' cunt clutching on his manhood with expert muscular warmth. As they made out, Tom's hands moved beneath Chris, kneading his massive chest, in awe of his impressive rack. Tom's tongue felt so erotic entwined and wrestling with Chris', as the older man's pussy spasmed and quivered around Shawn's relentless invasion.

Hemsworth groaned out loud as his tingling mancunt cluthched Shawn's rigid spear as he thrust into his depths, gasping as inch after inch of Shawn's dick penetrated him with an unrelenting stamina. Hems could tell Shawn was about to cum when the pace of his rhythmic thrusts began to become uneven, prompting Tom to interrupt their make out session so Hems could focus fully on Shawn's impending load. His face red and skin glistening with sweat, Shawn whimpered loudly and slammed his cock forward as hard as he could, looking almost like a possessed demon as he grasped Hemsworth's hips for leverage.

"You nasty slut! You nasty fucking pig slut, take my load, fucking Pig, fucking cunt! Oh my god... you nasty... nasty Pig ...Arrghhhhhhh!" he yelled as he shot rope after rope of cum into the Aussie's rapacious hole. Chris moaned appreciatively and clutched his hole even more tightly against the cock wedged inside him, as he felt his insides flooded by twink Canadian jizz.

"Give me your loads, Shawn, give me each drop, I want your cum," moaned Hemsworth as he milked his bone dry, desperate for every last drop of Canadian syrup.

Once he had ceased his orgasm, sweaty and rosy-cheeked, Shawn pulled out of Hems' hole, as Timothee and Tom cheered, leaving a gaping feeling of emptiness in the Australian. Watching Timothee approach him with his imposing cock, Chris began to beg "Fuck me next, Timothee, I need your cock inside me," waving his muscular ass in the air as Shawn's jizz oozed from his sphincter. But as Timothee approached him, he spanked his ass and told him to lie on his back.

"You boys go for a second, make yourselves a snack," said Timothee, referring to Shawn and Tom, "I want some alone time with my Pig. You'll hear the action when it starts."

Cumming and fucking had indeed made both Shawn and Tom hungry so they were happy to oblige, as a naked Timothee lay his lithe, slender body next to Chris' muscular mass. The blonde looked at Timmy confused "Timmy .., don't you want to fuck?... please Timmy.. I need your cock." Shawn's cock had left a gaping void in his snatch he desperately needed to have filled. Putting his fingers on the Aussie's lips, the twink interrupted him, speaking slowly and softly yet with a firm authority:

"You're a very bossy, Pig. I call the shots. I'm going to take my sweet time. If I'm going to be fucking Chris Hemsworth, I'm going to enjoy fucking Chris Hemsworth."

After smoothing the blonde sweaty hair from Chris forehead, the twink's hands clasped his enormous pecs with his smooth hands.

"You're fucking massive," assessed Timothee approvingly, "Your biceps are practically as big as my fucking face, there's just so much of you to fuck!" Hemsworth's nipples were achingly hard as Timmy began to fondle and twist them, just as he was teasing his cunt by rubbing his large cock between his ass crack without, however, pushing in just yet. "Holy Shit, your tits are fucking amazing," moaned Timmy in disbelief, as his hand kneaded the firm, voluptuous flesh of Chris' obscene rack. He stretched out his hands against both pecs and loved how each mound could not be contained by his grasp. The twink continued to play with Chris' nipples as if they were dials on a machine that controlled his slut moans and spasms, and the constant quivering sensations in his insatiable manpussy. As Hems moaned and squirmed shamelessly from the intensity of the pleasure, Timmy took those puckered nipples into his mouth, flickering his tongue against them, intensifying Chris moans and his desperate need for the French-American's cock.

"What a slut," laughed Shawn and Tom, overhearing the muscleman's begging, as they made butter and salami sandwiches from the sausage Hemsworth had stored in his cunt.

Timothee stared into the Aussie's needful face, square jawed and impossibly handsome but completely absorbed in his aching need for the twink's cock. Putting one hand behind the bigger actor's head, he pulled him close. Staring into his brown eyes, Chris felt the twink press his lips against his mouth in a passionate, conquering kiss. Timmy's lips felt soft and alive, and Chris responded in kind. As the brunette snaked his tongue into the older Australian's hot mouth, caressing his tongue, licking and wrestling it, his sensual, warm breath sent shivers down the massive Australian's spine straight into his puckering hole. Chris' wet nipples felt achingly hard as Timmy continued to play with them, while his whole body -- and particularly his hole -- was quivering with excitement to get fucked. Twinges of pleasure radiated out from his nipples and across his pecs as Timmy groped and fondled him. All he could think about was wanting -- no, needing to give himself completely to the French-American twink, to his touch, mouth, tongue, and cock. Timmy moved the Aussie on his back mid kiss. Instinctively, the muscle man lifted his powerful legs as Timmy pushed his hands against his full firm pecs while moving on top of him.

"Please, Timmy, please... I beg you... I need your cock now."

Shawn and Tom returned to watch while eating their sandwiches, amused at the whore's sluttiness. While pushing the blonde's thighs wide spart, the French-American positioned his large meatstick against the muscle man's puckering hole, smiling as he saw it ooze some of Shawn's fresh, errant loads in anticipation. Encircling the slut's quivering rosebud slowly, he felt the slut hole suction his leaking cockhead greedily into its center of gravity. Hems grunted and whimpered in satisfaction feeling inch after inch of Chalamet meat plunge inside his warm, sticky depths.

"Oh yeah Timmy just like that... fuck your cock is so fucking big... and feels so fucking good... give it to me, Timmy, give it to me."

Timmy relished the obscene spectacle of Hemsworth's pecs heaving in eagerness, sweat covering his face, feverish with lust for twink dick, as gooey loads continued to ooze out of his creamy hole. Holding his thighs up like a slut turkey, Chris whimpered loudly as Timmy pushed his large endowment all the way in. The young actor's girth was enormous and Chris felt his cunt tissues stretch tight with the sudden French invasion. Timmy smiled -- he probably weighed less than half of what Hemsworth did but he could feel himself overpower him with his cock. Never averting his gaze from the Marvel superstar, he flexed his hips and began to pull out very slowly only to thrust back in hard, making the muscle blonde moan with pleasure at the force of the repeated impact. Chalamet repeated this over and over again, each time moaning as he felt Chris clamp tightly on his rigid prick, the nerve endings of his sphincter radiating pleasure throughout his body. Mesmerized by Hemsworth's massive rack, at one point Timmy pulled out his cock from the blonde actor's hole and ordered him to squeeze his pecs together. Withdrawing his cock from Hems' hole with an audible plopping noise, he pointed his erect meatshaft on the blonde's marvelous chest, to titty fuck the whore with his massive twink cock.

After pounding him at a steady, rhythmic pace, Timmy began to pick up speed, jackhammering Chris in powerful, rapid, precise thrusts, each time sinking deeper and deeper into the muscleman's body.

Hems' entire body was seared with intense, indescribable pleasure as the curly-haired twink pounded him with eager abandon that had him moan and cry like an animal. Timothee had angled his spry body to maximize the depth of his thrusts, adjusting his slim hips to plunge his shaft deeper into Chris' mass. Pausing briefly at the height of each thrust - with his cockhead just shy of slipping out of Hemsworth's needful hips - he would push his rigid pole back into the handsome muscle man with thrusts at once reckless in their force yet elegant in their precision.

Pushing deeper and deeper into the Aussie whore, Timmy penetrated a magical spot inside Chris, prompting the larger man to grunt and arch his back sharply while rolling his blue eyes to the back of his head from the sheer shattering pleasure. From his whimpers and the longing look on his face, it was obvious Chris was totally consumed by lust for Timmy, giving his Herculean body completely to him to dominate and use, aching to be filled by his twink cock and cum.

Hems plunged into Chris' hole as hard and fast as he could, knowing it would be impossible to hurt such an insatiable and massive powerbottom that was built for fucking. The harder he pistoned inside him, the more obvious it became that Chris wanted -- no needed -- the hardest, most unrestrained fucking Timothee could deliver. Timothee moaned rhythmically to the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, as Chris began emitting unhuman sounds of sheer ecstasy - feral-like moans that made it almost seem like he was dying of pleasure. Hoisting the muscle man's powerful legs up further, he spread his thighs as far apart as possible, using his hips to maximize the impact of his hard pounding, as his full length repeatedly plunged in and out of a noisy Hemsworth's insatiable cunt.

Throughout their fucking, Timothee and Chris looked at each other intently -- Timmy's lips pouted in a kind of awe, while Hemsworth's masculine face was contorted with a look of sheer ecstasy and abandon that Timothee would never forget -- a depraved expression of rapture that was the most whorish thing the young actor had ever seen, a look of ecstatic devotion to cock, cum, and getting pounded.

"Oh my god! O mon dieu... I'm gonna cum... merde! Merde!... I'm gonna cum in you so fucking hard...is that what you want, you whore? You want my load, you vile and nasty Pig?"

Hemsworth's blue eyes were wide open with a crazy cock-craved look. "Breed me, Timmy, breed me... I need your cum so much!" he screamed.

Timothee kept cursing, alternating between English and French, before emitting a kind of howl, as his cock began to unleash rope after rope of cum inside the moaning Australian, while his twink torso spasmed on top of Chris.

"Oh my god I am cumming I am cumming, I'm cumming into Chris Hemsworth, I'm breeding this big blonde slut with his fucking massive rack." As he thrust inside his mucle pig, Timothee continued to shake from the force of his orgasm - pulling his massive cock in and out, with every stroke, it was as if he was pounding his load inside Chris at the very same time that it was cumming out, moaning and howling throughout and curisng in French. Chris cried tears of joy and moaned wildly as he felt himself flooded by Chalamet's warm loads squirting deep inside him as he continued his jack-hammering motion.

Chris squealed and gasped, his massive pecs heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, feeling Chalamet flood his insides with copious, youthful warm spunk, staring at the twink actor's outstretched eyes with a gaze of total devotion and gratitude.

"Oh god...oh god, yes...yes-ss-s..." he moaned.

After he had drained his last load, a sweaty Chalamet collapsed on top of his muscle Pig, also shiny with sweat. Shawn and Tom were cheering and both were already rock hard even though they came moments ago. Tom was getting ready to slam his cock into the blonde's ass until they heard a gasp. It was only then that they turned around and noticed a stunned KJ had let himself inside the room, his eyes open wide and his mouth agape. None of those assembled had known how long he had been there.

"I... I heard screams and thought you were hurt... so I let myself in...I.. I..."

"KJ, I can explain...."

TO BE CONTINUED?

Comments, Questions, Suggestions at jeroengogo@gmail.com If you want me to continue the series let me know. Which twinks should fuck Chris next? The most requested twinks/twunks will appear in the next installment. As more and more twinks join in the fun should Hemsworth call backup? His friends Cavill and Pratt perhaps? (Also hit me up if you would like to be mailed a small/average penis version of this story/series)