(NOTE: This story is just a fantasy -- I am not trying to state or imply anything about David Kersh and his sexuality) I was so excited. My favorite country singer, David Kersh, was performing live in concert. He's a great singer, but he's more than that -- a fantastic looking man. Watching him on stage with his dark good looks, and that tight muscle shirt huging his chest, I had a hard on throughout the show. But the best was yet to come. I had won a backstage pass from my radio station, so after the show I went back. The road manager introduced me to David, and then left us alone in his dressing room. David was so hot -- he was still sweaty from the show, and that muscle shirt hugged his pecs magnificently. "I'm a big fan, Mr. Kersh -- you did a great show." I said. "I wonder if I could ask a favor." "Go ahead, man" said the sexy stud. I saw his bluejeans were skin tight, and he had a very noticeable package. I licked my lips and went on. "I would really like to have the shirt you are wearing as a souvenir." "Well, okay" he said warily. He took the shirt off and gave it to me. "I have to say I haven't had a man ask for that before." He stood in front of me without a shirt. I could feel my cock growing hard. I had seen him in a recent Playgirl Magazine wearing only a strategically placed cowboy hat, but live and in person was something else. He was amazing. An outstanding chest, almost completely hairless except for a dark trail leading down to the pleasure zone. I was getting harder by the minute. "So, you have plans to night Mr Kersh" I asked? "Please, David is fine. And no, my girlfriend didn't come with us, so I'll probably just hand out at the hotel. Is there something on my pants that has your attention?" he asked Shit, I thought -- he saw me staring at his crotch. He'll ask me to leave I know it. "I figure you're into men -- that's why you wanted my shirt, right? You like my cock?" he asked "Well David, yea, I love your body, and yea, your cock is pretty noticeable through those pants you're wearing" I replied with a smile. I courageously moved my hand over and rubbed his crotch. "Whoa pardner -- I'm not gay. Let's not get any ideas here" he said. I was frustrated, but now that I had seen heaven, I wasn't going to let him stop me. "Tell you what David -- let me just do what I want. You've never done this before, so maybe you'll like it. If you get uncomfortable, tell me and I'll stop." I reached down and began sucking his nipple while my hand rubbed his crotch. He didn't say anything, so I continued. My hand undid his zipper and button, and pulled his pants down as I kissed all over his muscular smooth chest. I licked down his tight abs and hair trail, and took his thong into my mouth. My teeth pulled it down to his ankles, freeing the big Kersh -- the object of my desire. It was hard and rising, and looked to be about 9 inches of wonderful man meat. He was watching everything, but so far, he hadn't stopped me. I wrapped my tongue around his cock and began licking, before taking the whole thing in my mouth and working it. I heard him start to moan, and then, unbelievably, I felt him work his hips -- he was actually fucking my mouth. I kept sucking his glorious cock until he came, his precious fluid filling my mouth. When he finished, I licked all the juice off his head and stood up. "Wow, " he said -- "I've never had a blowjob like that. Thanks" "You want to return the favor?" I asked "Bend over" -- David bent over, and I saw his tight, virgin asshole. I circled it with my finger, but then worked my rock hard cock into it and began pumping. I couldn't believe I was actually fucking David Kersh -- the guy whose picture I jack off to quite a bit. I reached around and held his muscular chest while I fucked him -- i was so excited I could feel my cock ready to explode. I filled his ass up with my juice before pulling out. "Never say I don't please my fans," he said as he started putting his clothes back on. This was one fan who was very pleased.
