Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2003 11:37:25 EST
From: Kpg111061@aol.com
Subject: Dreams Realized; Male Country Stars...

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author.  If you have the chance, please check out my other stories under
titles with "redneck," Toby Keith, Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, etc.  No
claim to any actual person's sexual preference is noted here (get it
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E-mail is kpg111061@aol.com, Kenneth


Dreams Realized; Male Country Stars...


          So when did I first figure out that I had a reality warping,
make come true type of "witchy" power?  One day I was at the mall
and I saw a beautiful, Tom Welling, look a like guy talking to another
guy, older but nice looking.  I could tell that the two would never get
together and I was sitting there wishing something would happen that
would allow a meeting when all of a sudden a wallet appeared on the mall
food court table where I was sitting.  The ID was of the hot, younger
guy.  Then I see them talking and one paid for the other and the rest I
guess is history, when I see them later leaving the mall together. *Note*
this story is continued in a story called, Redneck at the Mall Food
Court; I mailed the guy his wallet back.

            I went home trying to figure out what actually happened.
Where did the wallet come from?  About that time, my doorbell rings; I
check out the window and there is a kid about 15 or so, hot, with a flyer
of some sort, probably selling something.  Here I'm thinking I wish
he would go home.  I open the door and he says smiling, "excuse me
for bothering you, but I just realized that I need to go home."

            Okay, now I know something is up.

            The kid leaves and I shut the door.  I go to the bathroom and
while looking in the mirror, wetting my face, trying to calm down; think
to myself, I wish I knew what was going on.  All of a sudden in my head
is these thoughts; you are a monitor, a watcher.  Many like you are
created to band-aid or fix problems if reality gets off track.  Until you
were ready, your abilities were dormant.  Once ready you can adjust
reality to put things on track.  There is major prerogative decision
making allowed and any changes you decide off the "track" have no
impact on the rest of reality.  Consider it a perk for working for the
creators of reality.

            Okay, now I know that I flipped out, because I am having a
major philosophical, pseudo-religious discussion with myself.

            No, you aren't crazy, comes the voice again.  Just only
today has your genetic coding determined are you ready for the
information to be released into your conscious.

            Okay, now what.  Again the voice, we recommend that as an
exercise to learn your abilities that you experiment some.  Consider
yourself like a "Fairy Godfather," even for yourself.  We
don't have any rules about self-gain or anything.  As long as ruling
the world or major domination/destruction; don't play a part in your
changes.

            I think to myself, sure I'll bite.  I go to my home
office where I have a full length mirror.  I look in there thinking to
myself, what any 41 yr. old, gay man would want; you got it a big dick.
I look in the mirror thinking, I wish that my dick was about 8 inches
soft and 12 inches hard.  I wish my balls were the size of peaches, bull
balls.  Now what? I ask.  Keep thinking says the voice.  I watch and
think, I watch and think.  I feel a tingle.  In the mirror, I can see my
crotch grow and it looks like I stuffed my shoe in there.

            Oh shit; I unzip my jeans, reach in and pull out the most
beautiful, piece of meat and nuts that I have seen.  Instant hardness and
horniness.  WOW.  I just stand there looking one minute in the mirror and
one minute down at the reality of it.  I am amazed and stunned.

            I start to jack off and think, now if I can do this...Where
do I stop?  The voice says again, think and use your imagination.

            I know what I want.  My favorite country star is Toby Keith.
I want to look like that football build, handsome, country cowboy.  I
think it, I think it and all of a sudden for a minute I seem to waver out
of place.  When everything focuses back in; there in the mirror stands
Toby Keith.  I mean I look just like him; hat, shirt, jeans, boots,
facial hair, body, everything.  I say out loud, holy shit.  There's
his beautiful bass voice.

            Okay, I know it's like a voyeur and all, but I have to
see for myself something...yep, built like the man bull he looks like.
His dick is set up like my earlier wish.  I have to know what it's
like.  I'm already hard, so I start jacking.  Man does it feel
great.  After about 15 minutes of some hard dick play, ball pulling, my
load (or Toby's) blows all over the mirror, all over the floor.

            By this time its kind of late.  It's a Friday night
plus.  I decide to go out looking like this stud to see what kind of play
I can pick up.  Then I realize that I might have a hard time explaining
Toby at a bar like 2606 or Chambers (I do live in Tampa).  So I change
some; the hair to a crewcut, the cowboy shirt to a form-ribbed t-shirt
(shrinking my stomach some to fit it).  I then tribal tattoo my bicep and
pierce both nips so that they show through my shirt.  Now this is an
"Oprah" makeover worth televising.

            I decide that the bar of choice tonight will be Chambers.  I
love country music but need the beat of Club music.  When I get there,
thank God it's busy.  I go upstairs to Gary, my favorite bartender
and order my usual, Jack and diet coke.  Now I set up shop at the bar to
watch the boys dance.

            After about 30 minutes of hot, sweaty, crotch grinding
dancing; one of the younger, slim guys makes his way to the bar. I move
over and he orders a beer.  I tell Gary to please put it on my tab.  I
have altered reality so that Gary knows that it's me, Padgett and
that nothing is unusual.  The young man says thanks.  Holds out his hand
and says my name is Tony.  I tell him that I'm Padgett.  He asks me
to dance to thank me for the beer.  We dance for hours, breaking once in
awhile for drinks and the interruption of the drag show.  Around 2am, I
tell him that I'm leaving that I'm bored.  He looks sad and says
can we swap numbers; I'd like to see you again.  I ask him if he
would like to follow me home.  Tony, says yeah, let me tell my friends
that I'm leaving.

            He follows pretty good and I live close to downtown, so
it's not far.  When we get to my house, Tony says can I tell you that
you look a lot like Toby Keith.  Thanks I tell him, he's one of my
favorites.  Tony says mine too.  Although he says, I think that Kenny
Chesney is pretty hot also.  Yeah, I tell him one of my fantasies is for
those two to hook up.  Tony says, yeah mine too.

            Listen I tell him, what if I told you that I could make that
happen.  Tony says what, Toby and Kenny.  Yeah, sort of I tell him.  Just
stand there for a minute. I look at him thinking, Kenny Chesney, black
hat, tight jeans, tank top, beaded necklace, etc.  Then I think a few
changes are in order, nice bubble butt, lips a little fuller and just a
touch (touch) more muscle all over.  There is the wavering out again and
holy shit, there's Kenny.

            Tony says what happened.  I show him the mirror and he goes
oh shit, that's amazing.  How? So I tell him the story, thinking that
later I can wipe it out.

            I take the hat off, tossing it to the side.  Tony, can I kiss
you. I mean a real kiss; tongue and all.  Sure he says.  We french for a
few minutes and I realize that our breaths are like cinnamon.  May I get
you a drink? We both decide on Jack and diet. I changed that preference
too.  I altered my patio to include a jacuzzi.  We go outside; both of us
strip and get in.  After a lot of making out and a lot of old fashioned
necking; I have him in my lap. Tony says, Toby (chuckling) fuck me,
please.  I alter his tight, bubble butt to be self-lubing and for my
pre-cum to be waterproof and similar to lube.  Tony inches me in slowly
and then begins to fuck himself on this big bull dick that I'm
sporting.

            We go out it forever, and then I tell him I'm going to
paint the inside of his hot ass.  He says that's okay because that
bull dick has me ready to paint your chest.  I ask him would he like to
cum at the same time.  Tony says yes.  I bring us both to a mind-blowing,
multi-orgasmic, cum overflowing moment that is amazing.  While that is
going on, we are kissing and kissing and kissing.

            We sit there relaxing, finishing our drinks and he says are
you going to make me forget.  I ask him, do you want to continue seeing
me?  I change both of us back so that we are ourselves.  He says oh yeah,
you're hot too.  I can read the sincerity in his thoughts.

            As we are going to bed for the night; I ask Tony, what do you
think about an arrangement between Tim McGraw and Keith Urban?  Tony
asks, how about Toby, Tim and Keith? My best friend David would be more
than willing to be our third.  Laughing as we drift off to sleep, I tell
him then again, we can always make our own third, huh?