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Toby and Kenny - Backstage
I had lucked up and gotten a job working backstage at the CMAs, that's the Country Music Awards for you city folks, and was in heaven. My stage manager had told me that any time I saw one of the Stars looking lost, confused or needing help, to offer but not to get star struck and definitely not to be a stalking fan. Now don't get me wrong, Country is not the only music that I like, there's Pop, Techno, House, Dance, Jazz; anything but Rap, Heavy Rock or Metal. Those are just not me. Like they say though, "Southern born, Southern bred." I'm not crazy about the crying in my beer and my dog married my wife songs. It's the ballads, the folks and pretty much anything by Kenny Chesney and Toby Keith. Those two men make my dick hard and wet simply by showing up in a commercial or video retrospective.
So here I am back stage and Toby Keith walks by getting ready for his performance. The man is big, hot and smells like something that reminds you of a manly heaven. His smile is like a bright, white light; big hands and huge boots. Kenny is back stage visiting about the same time. He's making small talk with different stars and congratulating some of the earlier winners. All of a sudden he spots Toby, Kenny's face turns red and he gets this really big grin on his face. Granny used to say it was a "shit eating grin." Maybe I never knew how true that expression could be. Kenny walks over to Toby, tells him good luck with his set, Toby looks around as if to see if anyone is watching, leans down and whispers something into Kenny's ear. Kenny breaks out laughing (almost a giggle) and turns even redder than before. Kenny spots me in the distance, whispers something else and walks away. Now Kenny is no slouch either, about 5'8," 165, firm, lean and very country. I love that he shows so much ass when performing.
Oh yeah, me, your typical Georgia born, now living in Florida, traveling, 5'10," 190, brn/grn, mustache/goatee, jeans and t-shirt type of guy. I have a partner, many years together, nice house, pool, backyard, etc. It's just that sometimes the itch comes back. Doesn't mean that you don't love them. Especially when your partner is a hot, handsome Latino, who is very passionate and compassionate. I took this job after being out of work for a while, plus the travel wasn't bad.
So, here I am hobnobbing with the likes of Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton (Peace Train still one of my favorite hits) and now Kenny/Toby. I am restocking the catering tables, generally cleaning up and asking if anyone needs anything, when I almost wet my pants. Standing there waiting to ask me something is Kenny Chesney. Apparently there's a problem in the dressing room that he's sharing with someone and he needs help moving something. We open the door and all I can see are boots, boots and more boots. Way too big to be Kenny's. I help him move the luggage and trunks that were blocked and ask him whose boots? He says that they belong to Toby Keith. Then he laughs and says what a shoe or should I say boot hound, huh? Then Kenny turns red and says thanks for the help.
Kenny then apologizes and asks my name, I tell him some as yours, but why not call me Ken so there's no confusion. He shakes my hand and says thanks again.
Then says where are my manners? Would you like a beer? Hell yeah! I'm thinking to myself. You think that I am turning down this chance to drink with Kenny in Toby's dressing room? We have a couple of beers; we talk back home, Georgia and Tennessee and then my big mouth kicks in. I start talking about what a fan I am of both of them and how it's great that they are together. Kenny spits beer everywhere. What? He says. I said here at the CMAs and the dressing room, why? I look at him and with that you're going to spill it look that I have, I looked at Kenny and said, "you and Toby?" He just grins. He says, please don't tell anyone. Me, your number one fan, no way dude. Thanks for telling me though, what a hot fantasy. He says how would you like to see it for real? Kenny confesses that he likes people to watch.
Toby's set is over, the music ends; boots are coming down the hall. I am behind the dressing screen in one corner hidden by tons of clothes, thrown everywhere. In walks the mountain of man himself. Right up to Kenny and says well, good set? Then leans down and kisses him. The man can kiss. Those full lips and from what I can see, a very talented tongue. Kenny is running his hands everywhere, chest, back, thighs and finally crotch. The whole time, Toby is moaning and groaning. Now for the good stuff; Kenny unzips the jeans, slides them down and the longest, fattest dick that I have seen in my lifetime is right in his face. Dripping, hot, hard, wet and HUGE.
Talented little man that he is, Kenny dives right on it. Taking it all. There is something like a couch or small bed in one corner and Toby maneuvers them that way. Somehow all their clothes go flying; now I know where the previous clothes storm probably came from. Let me tell you Kenny may be small in stature, but in dick, OH MAN, as big as Toby. I bet easily 9.5 - 10 long and hard. Kenny looks at Toby and says, "fuck me." Toby says, "not before dinner." He flips Kenny over, spreads those luscious, tasty looking ass cheeks and dives in. Apparently again proving that his tongue can do more than sing. Kenny is squirming, moaning and whimpering and begging to be fucked. Toby flips him back over and with no pause, slips in from all the pre-cum oozing everywhere. Kenny with his legs locked around Toby's waist, starts moaning again, as does Toby. Then Toby starts saying, "oh stud, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, shit, I'm cumming. The whole time ramming and slamming into Kenny's ass. Toby's big nuts slapping against Kenny's ass the entire time. Then all of a sudden, Toby starts grunting, moaning and says, "oh shit, oh shit, oh shitttttttt," and drops down on Kenny. I can see fountains of white oozing out of Kenny's ass. Toby looks up, kisses Kenny and says stud your turn. With his dick still in Kenny, he bends down and takes the other big dick into his mouth, wrapping that long, talented tongue all over it. Not long into it, Kenny starts his moaning. With the mountain of dick still him and now the tongue bath he's getting, no wonder. Then all of a sudden, Kenny rams up into Toby's mouth, grunting, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhhh. The whole time there's no release or breaks in the suction action from Toby; drinks every drop. When they are done, they separate, lying next to each other cuddling and kissing; Toby says, Kenny, your peep show watcher can come out now. Kenny turns red again and says are you mad. Toby takes one look at me, grins and says not if something like this turns you on this much. Toby then looks down at my crotch and says looks like we missed one stud. Kenny winks at me and pulls down on to the couch. Next think I know is there go my clothes and two of the hottest studs on the planet are working me over; taking turns on my dick, my ass and kissing. I in turn, get a chance to explore my two hottest fantasies. When I get ready to cum, I can hear myself moaning and whimpering like Kenny, so I know whose mouth is working me, and BAM, I'm in heaven. Cum shoots out like a pistol. God the man is good at getting it all.
Later, the three of us are dressed and talking. They offer me an assistant's position to a Corporation they are forming. I would be everything from secretary, to valet, to roadie and yes fuck buddy. Or FWB as they call it; "Friends with Benefits." I will rotate between their tours and during the overlaps be with both. Before you people think that I forgot something, no, I didn't, my partner is going with us as the banking manager for the corporation.
I asked about benefits (besides the fringe benefits), salary and dress code. I'm told standard package on compensation. Kenny says that dress code is something else, they are pretty relaxed on that; you know as the situation requires, casual, business, or even "no shoes, no shirt, no problem." So readers, "what do you think of me know."
NOTE to readers These two stars are two of country's hottest performers today. I do not by writing this story, claims to know either star (I WISH) nor have any personal knowledge (AGAIN I WISH) of their personal inclinations. Just a fantasy. Write me guys, KPG111061@aol.com, under gay/celebrities; I also penned a comic book fantasy, "A Flaming Torch."