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A giant thank you all for the e-mail compliments. Toby Keith fans, those stories have not stopped and for the Tim McGraw fans, I'm working on that. So far under Celebrity I have written two comic book fantasies, "A Flaming Torch," then my two Toby Keith's, and now find a groupie following for "redneck stories," LOL, me too. Please read them and enjoy. Please sponsor the nifty site by checking out all the links and sponsor sites. If you have a gay or gay friendly business in your area, please frequent them before they close or are forced to close. In Tampa, visit Tomes and Treasures. I love penpals and e-mail buddies; e-mail me, KPG111061@aol.com.

Young, Hot and Redneck…

First things first, I’m not a “chicken hawk” or a “twinkie” queen. I do like younger men, but then again, I like men period. Depends how they’re dressed on what I notice first. In jeans and shirt, then it’s the face and the arms down to the ass. If they are in shorts, then the legs up to the ass to the face. Now sometimes it’s the entire package; beautiful eyes, beautiful pouty (DSL – dick sucking lips), nice build and if the ass is nice and round, so much the better.

I stand about 5’10”, 190, brn/grn, mustache/goatee and the rest you can simply use your imagination to guess. I have a friend here in Tampa that I have known a long time. He retells these stories for me in that I’m not a very good writer. We’ve known each other for about 12 years now and let me tell you that vivid imagination of his is great at putting my stories on paper. Damn, many times I set down to read them and feel like I did on the first go around. We thought we would tell you the story of a young man that I spotted one day just moving into my neighborhood and we became very “close” friends.

Now I had spotted this moving truck one day across the street, unloading into the garage at a house that had been empty for months. The movers were hot. One was about my age around early 40’s maybe younger; nice build, hot ass (wearing cutoffs), chugga boots and a tank top. The other one was harder to estimate. He appeared to be anywhere from 18 to 20 something. He looked like a younger version of the older guy. I walked over and introduced myself, not sure if these were movers or the people moving in. The older guy shook my hand and said he was Mark Williams and that the other guy was his son, Tony. I asked if they could some help.

Now I was dressed pretty much like these two. On my off days I bum around in cutoffs, sneakers or chuggas and a tank top if a top at all. The three of us had the truck pretty well emptied out in record time and everything was neatly stacked in the garage waiting to be unpacked. Mark thanked me and said I hate to run but my wife is over at Mother’s across town waiting on us. We’re spending the night over there until our furniture arrives tomorrow. Tony, looks down and says Dad, can’t I spend the night here. The water works, so I can take a shower and we have our sleeping bags. I can camp out; that way I can start early in the morning unpacking. Mark seemed to think about for a minute and said listen I know we don’t know each other yet, but if it helps Tony can stay across the street in my guest room.

Mark says, “We can’t ask that of you, it’s too big a favor.”

“No problem,” I say, slyly sneaking peeks at Tony bent over picking a box that had fallen.

Mark says, “Tony what do you think?”

Tony smiles and says, “Thanks Padgett, you saved my life.”

Now Tony looks a lot like one of the boys in David Decoteau’s movies (you know Voodoo Academy, Final Stab, Leeches, etc. in other words hot, built and horny). I tell Tony, “Grab a change of clothes for your shower and I have a pool out back so if you are up to it, we can take a dip before bedding down.”

Mark thanks me again, shaking my hand and says, “When the military transferred us here for my new assignment at MacDill (Tampa Central Command), I didn’t know we’d make good friends and neighbors so quickly. Listen Tony, behave Padgett and I’ll see you first thing in the morning around 8 am. Padgett if he steps out of line you have my permission to swat him on the ass,” Mark says chuckling.

Tony turns red and starts grinning. “Don’t worry Mark if Tony needs something you can be sure I’ll give it to him.”

Mark drives off in their car; locking down the moving truck for the night. “Nice man your Dad,” I tell Tony.

Tony laughs and says, “Yyeah, he forgets sometimes that I’m already 18 going on 19 in about 5 months. When he remembers though, we’re tight--more like friends than father and son. It’s cool. Plus I hope that as I get older, I age as well as he has.”

I have to ask; “How old is your Dad?”

Tony says, “Thirty-eight, he and Mom were young when they had me.” Damn, I was hoping he and I were the same age. “How old are you?” Tony asks.

“Forty-two,” I tell him.

Tony, whistles through his teeth and says, “Damn, another one aging pretty good. I would have assumed, about 32 or 34 at the most!”

“Thanks, let’s go, I need a dip in the pool,” I added confidently. We headed for the house.

Tony walks in and goes, “Wow, nice house!”

Not bad I think impressing the hot, young man already. The house is small, very long and narrow, but then how much room does one man need. I tell Tony, “It’s small but meets my needs. There are three small bedrooms, two bathrooms and the garage. Let me show you where everything is and after that you’re at home. I don’t cater to family and friends. While you take a shower, I’ll straighten up a bit and get some drinks ready. Coke, tea, water or…” leaving that one open.

Tony says, “I don’t suppose I could have a beer or two. Dad lets me. We can call to Grandma’s if we need to ask.”

“Nah,” I tell him, “you look trustworthy.”

A few minutes later I hear the shower running. I make sure that all the magazines, books, and DVDs are put away that aren’t appropriate. Then I hear silence. I have been laying out beach towels when I hear a voice asking, “Is it all right if I swim in my boxers? I have swimwear but it’s packed up still.” Sure I tell him why not. I go and change into something like boxers but it’s swimwear, as to make him feel more comfortable.

I hear, “splash.” Tony has found my stereo and my “Queer as Folk Season 3” CD. The case is in the house and the CD was in the stereo. “Cool songs,” he says.

“Yeah, I like them. I have country and rock too. Also, jazz if you want that.”

“Nah, I like club music and country, best.” A bit of a redneck with some club brat thrown in for good measure I guess. “I like the shock value of going out partying to nightclubs dressed in jeans, t-shirt and my “shit kicker” boots as Dad calls them.”

“Yeah, me too,” I laugh.

“Seems we have a lot in common for our age differences.” Tony says, “Damn Padgett, you are better built and younger looking than most guys my age.” Then he swims off.

Just as he’s diving under the water, I see him grab his lower back and spring up out of the water. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

Tony moaning says, “Damn, a cramp I think. Shit it hurts. I must have wrenched it picking up the boxes.”

“Hold on,” I tell him. I grab him by the waist and help lead him up to one of the lounge chairs. “Here lie down and hold on. I have some muscle rub like “Bengay” it just doesn’t smell as bad.” As I’m standing in the bathroom looking in the medicine cabinet, I keep saying to myself, “Padg, behave, behave-behave! He’s too young and in pain, behave.” Then I step outside and there he is laying face down bubble butt to the air. I tell him to lie still and I start rubbing the ointment into his lower back.

While I’m rubbing his lower back, I notice that his pain is not distracting him from humming to the music on the stereo. I don’t say anything yet. I then start rubbing higher around his shoulder blades (wide and masculine), then on down to the waistband of his boxers. I tell him to hold on since he hurt himself lifting and you are supposed to lift with your knees, I’m worried about his thighs and legs. At that point I start massaging knees to thigh. That’s when he starts moaning again, but funny it doesn’t sound like painful moaning. I ask him as seriously as I can if he’s okay.

“Yeah,” he spits and stutters, “just a little out of it, I guess.”

“Turn over so I can work the front of your legs.”

“No, that’s okay,” Tony spits again.

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” I continue as I flip him over to find a beautiful hard-on sticking out against the front of the boxers. I pretend not to notice. I continue to work his thighs and then his stomach. Tony arches backward as I rub up to his beautiful, well-built chest; broad and tan; nipples that right now are as hard as his dick. In my head, I’m laughing thinking this little bitch thought he was going to seduce me I bet, not expecting to get turned on by massage himself.

I tweak each nipple, he moans. I run my hands down his sides, he moans. I clear my throat and say, “Tony, let me up the one muscle that looks like it needs help.” At that point I bend over his young, hot redneck (wannabe) body and start licking and sucking him through his boxers. Now that caused a moan. After working him into a frenzy for a few minutes, I ask him, “Were you trying to seduce me?”

He looks at me embarrassed and says, “Hell yeah, dude you’re hot and I’m horny. I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind, throw me out or beat the shit out of me. I thought I saw you checking me and Dad out, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Well, since you aren’t injured; how about us taking this inside to my bedroom where we can enjoy ourselves without the entire neighborhood knowing my welcome wagon business,” I laughed. In the bedroom, we both threw our boxers on the floor. I looked at him and told him that he’s beautiful.

He says, “I thought the same about you since you walked over to meet us.” I kiss his full, pouty lips, working my way down his chest to each nipple, then to his flat stomach and at last to that beautiful cock that is hard as steel pointing up to his stomach. During the body kissing Tony has been moaning with lust and giggling like a kid (a little ticklish, which I find endearing and erotic). We lay down on the bed and he begins to explore my body the same way. Our dicks are almost twins. Both are about 8 inches, with nice full balls. His is a little wider than mine at the shaft, but all I can think is what good fucking it would make.

After what seemed like hours of foreplay, Tony says, “Would you please make me cum. I don’t care if you suck me off or jack me off, I simply want to cum with you.” Then he surprises me by climbing on top of me and aiming my dick for his ass and sliding it right in and groaning with lust has he does. “Now I’ll jack off on you, now that I have you hostage.” With that he jacks for a short while, head thrown back, moaning with pleasure and starts grunting, “I’m cumming.”

With that he starts shooting hot, thick cum everywhere. My chest is covered. During the jacking he was riding me pretty good, I’m really close myself. I ask him to slide off. As he does the friction gets me and I shoot all over his beautiful ass and his back.

Now I’m not one of these wimpy, squeamish queens needing to wash up after a good cum. I like to cuddle and apparently so did Tony. We lay there cuddling, kissing and enjoying the moment. He asks me, “Do I have to still sleep in the guest room?”

Laughing I ask him, “How are we going to get you over here every night from now on?”

He says simply, “Ask Dad to join us. He thinks you’re hot.”

I almost choke laughing and say, “What?”

He says, “Oh yeah, Dad’s bi and likes to play. Who did you think that I learned the seduction routine from? He’s expecting a full report, blow by blow, so to speak in the morning.”

“You little redneck you,” laughingly I tell him.

“So this weekend, line dancing? Here or at a club?” he asks laughing as we both drift off to sleep.