Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 11:40:13 EST
From: Kpg111061@aol.com
Subject: Country Music Fantasy

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Country Music Fantasy

The night of the CMA awards are a really big deal in Nashville.  That's why
on my vacation, I plan it in  there, versus here in Tampa or elsewhere.  Other
cities have the Tony's, the  Oscar's, the Emmy's, etc. but there's nothing
like a night of handsome, studly,  Cowboys, dressed up in their finest gear to
turn this redneck  on.
I make the trip to the CMAs regularly each year.  Every year, I try to get a
backstage job  working as a hand or if I'm lucky, I try to get invited to one
of the after hour  parties.
This vacation was going to turn out to be the one that would go down in
history.  I had landed a backstage  job changing scenes between bands.  I was
working on the bedroom scene where Shania was going to sing with  Billy Currington
(fuck, fuck, and fuck).  For those of you who don't know who he is, please
immediately stop  reading and go to _www.cmt.com_ (http://www.cmt.com/)  and
check out the videos there.  Back to my story, as I'm setting up the  bedrooms, I
hear this sexy, hot, bass voice say, excuse me, can you help me with  this.
I turn around to find myself  face to face with those beautiful eyes, curly
hair, and hairy chest of Billy  C.  God, god, god.  He wants me to help with the
stage that  pivots out so that he can sing with Shania, it's stuck.  After a
little pushing and pulling, we  figure out the problem. I tell him, let me get
hold of the stage edge, and pull;  while you stand me behind me and hold me
so that I don't fall.  No problem, he  says.
I bend over at the waist (side note description of me-5'10, 175, brn/grn,
mustache/goatee, jeans, t-shirt, boots, and oh yeah, fine ass if I say so) and
while I'm pulling on the stage, Billy grabs my hips and hold on, pressing in
to  my ass.  I am so flustered at the  feeling; I lose my footing and fall
over.  Billy lands on top of me; both of us  laughing.
Billy says, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you fall.  I tell you that
landing on my back, with  him landing on top of me, face to face has got to be so
hot that steam was  everywhere.  I tell, him don't  worry, you have better
things to do than to help me with the stage.  Billy says, oh I don't know; I like
working with my hands every now and then.  About that time, I feel his hands
move in between our bodies and up under  my t-shirt.
I look up at him and tell him, yeah, you do appear to be quite handy;  just
as he decided to pinch on my tits.  He then leans down and kisses me.  I look
around quickly to make sure that no one is able to see us.  He says don't
worry; I made sure that  everyone is at another stage working before I came over
here to help.  Oh, I ask.  He says, yeah watching your hot, bubble  ass whiles
you were working was distracting me from rehearsal. I couldn't go out  and
sing/flirt with Shania thinking about you now could  I.
Without a pause, I unbutton his shirt and show off that beautifully,  hairy
chest and move up to lick on each of his nipples.  I then roll us over so that
I'm on top,  and unfasten his belt and jeans.  Then I ease his jeans down over
his beautiful, fuzzy, bubble butt,  exposing a masculine, cut, and long, hard
dick.  The balls matched them perfectly; like  two pale large eggs in a nest.
I moved down and put my mouth over the head moving it in slowly.  I worked up
and down on it; Billy  moaning, purring, gently the whole time.  I move
around to take the luscious balls in my mouth and suck on those a  while.
Moving back up to kiss him, it's amazing how hot his mouth is.  His tongue is
like a snake, long, agile,  moving, exploring.  God is he a  great kisser.
About that time Billy  says God you're a great kisser. I laugh and say I was
just thinking that about  you.
I move back down to that beautiful dick again.  I'd been stroking it the
whole time, but  I told him that I didn't want it to feel left out. So I moved my
mouth back down  to inhale it back in.
Billy says, not that I don't want this to go on all night, but I have to  get
ready for the show soon and I am about to bust a nut.  I wasn't sure if you
wanted to know or  not.
I tell him that I find him more attractive than anyone in a long time,  but
that I only play safe.  Kiss me  then and stroke me.  I move back up  to that
handsome face and those fuckable lips; kissing, necking, making out;  with my
hand stroking the entire time.
Billy starts moaning and groaning and says, fuck it, I'm going to cum and
groans, arching up and about that time a geyser hits.  All over his flat, hairy
stomach, cum  lands everywhere.
Gently, while still kissing him, I squeeze his dick,  milking out the last
few drops.  God, that was great, he says smiling.
Now what about you?  I say to him, don't worry about me.  Smiling, Billy
says, how about going to one of the after hours  parties?  I would love to I tell
him, but won't that send out signals.
Not this party he tells me.  Meet me at my dressing room after the  show
ends.  We can get dressed in  the clothes that I have there.  I  think that you'll
like the group sponsoring this little party.  It's being thrown by Kenny
Chesney,  Dirks Bentley, Keith Urban and some of the married but single this
evening  guys.  There won't be any news  reporters and it's by special invitation
only.
Billy walks off, jeans pulled back up and shirt on just  unbuttoned.  I hear
him singing very  quietly, chuckling, party for two.

Now that's a Country Music  Fantasy....