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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.

Redneck Wannabe…

Well, first my name isn’t Bobby Joe or Robby Lee, it’s Padgett…I am not your typical redneck. Most people see me on a Friday night and think, oh shit another one. I dress on Friday nights in your typical line dance clothes, white tank top, tight jeans and pointy toe black boots. I love to line dance and to trip the “country dance” fantastic. My day job, you ask? I’m a frustrated writer on my off time, working on my MBA and my new full time job, as Director of a medical staffing office here in Tampa, the company is known as “StarMed”, they are a subsidiary of a rehab company. In my normal clothes I would never be noticed by most of you.

I stand about 5’10”, 190, brn/grn, mustache/goatee and the rest you can guess. I look a lot like Mark Wills, a country singer not to well known. My tastes in men are pretty diverse. I enjoy men who look and act like men; not effeminate types or cross-dressing wannabes. There’s nothing wrong with that type if it floats your boat, but it’s not my cup of tea.

I recently started my new job as Director of StarMed, Tampa office and was trying to get my feet wet in the job when in walks what I thought was Keith Urban. You know that sexy, hot singer. All I could think of was oh my god; he’s lost looking for a recording studio or something. Our receptionist was at lunch, so I came out of my office to ask if there was anything that I could do to help. This guy sticks out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Tony Stevens and I’m looking to get registered with an agency.” I’m thinking at this point, modeling or acting agency. Tony says, “I’m a nurse and this is a staffing agency, right?” I cough and looking down at the floor, laugh and apologize, telling him that I thought he was Keith Urban. He laughs and tells me that he gets that a lot and tells me that he thought I was Mark Wills. We both then laugh.

I ask Tony to have a seat while I pull the paper work together for his registration. I direct him to our small conference room, with the paper work and tell him that when he’s done to yell. Now when at work, I’m dressed in a simple pressed dress shirt, tie and dress pants. I’m fighting the early 40’s aging factors including a small gut that resists me at every turn. My gardening and swimming help me fight back. Young guys seem to like my looks so I must be doing something right.

I turn on my radio in my office for background sound not realizing that I have country on. As I’m working on my paperwork, my office faces the conference room. The adjoining wall has a large window letting me see directly in. I glance up and see that over the top of a paper that Tony is reading, he has been watching me work and watching him. I notice that he’s done with his papers and has been looking around while singing the song that the radio is playing. I get up and come in and say, “Ready?” We go through the formal interview phase and when we’re done, I ask him off the record, “Do you like country?”

He says to me, “Yeah, I really like all kinds of music, but country seems to relax me.” He says that since he only moved to Tampa a month ago, he hasn’t had time to find a place to go dancing or to hear good music. I tell him I know this place that on Friday nights plays country until about 11:30 pm and has line dancing, then after that is a nightclub with bar music. I tell him before I tell him where this is, he needs to know that it’s an alternative club (hint – queer as football bat).

He says, “I’m cool with that because my ex-roommate was gay.” So I give him the name and address downtown to Chambers. Tony asks will I be there this Friday night and tell him, “Sure, go upstairs and wait by the bar, I’ll see you there.”

Friday night comes and I arrive as usual around 10 pm and head off upstairs for my jack and diet coke usual. The floor is full of line dancers, guys and ladies. There by the bar is Tony, tapping his foot and nursing a drink while watching the crowd. I walk up and get his attention. He says, “Good you came. I was feeling stood up.”

I said, “Oh, did we have a date?”

He laughs and says, “No, but I enjoy your company and was hoping…” Right then a Toby Keith song comes on and he says, “I’m going to dance, do you mind watching my drink?” He scoots out on the floor. The man is HOTTTT!!!! Tight ass hugging jeans, black t-shirt, beautiful black boots and they silky hair everywhere. He is laughing and sliding to the music like he’s part of it. So many men are watching and I don’t think that he even notices.

When the song ends, he comes back over and I’ve had Gary, the bartender I use, freshen his drink. Tony says, “Man you need to dance--it’s a high!” I tell him that while I can dance, I prefer to watch and critique everyone. He says to me, “So how did I do?”

“A 9 out of a possible 10,” I tell him.

Pouting and laughing he says, “Only a 9? Why?”

“Well a 10 would have required a partner, I think.” I added coyly.

The next song that comes on is a Martina McBride, romantic number. Tony says, “Okay, Mr. Judge, how about being my partner so that I can shoot for that 10?”

“Sure I tell him, but aren’t you worried that someone will think that you’re with me?”

“I am,” he says. “ That’s the only reason I came here tonight.” He slides me on to the floor with his hands on my waist and we blend into a country waltz of sorts. He’s good. When the song ends, we go back over to the bar where Gary has new drinks for us.

“Great dance and thanks,” I tell him.

“Same here,” Tony says. “You should dance more. You’re very good.”

I ask him, “Are you attempting to influence the judge?”

Laughing Tony says, “Nah, if I was going to do that, I would do this…” and he leans in and kisses me. What a hot, sexy erotic kiss!

We dance a few more times, stand around and shoot the breeze and have another drink or two. As the change in music starts we both ask, “Would you like to go somewhere for a bite to eat and to finish talking?”

Tony says, “How about my place, it’s an apartment in South Tampa?” He taxied there so we go and get into my Rodeo and I follow his directions to his apartment. Once there he grabs some beers out of the fridge and asks would I like something to snack on. I tell him food, no, but that I have been wondering how another kiss and other things would taste.

We walk out on to his balcony under the stars on the bay and with our arms around each other start to kiss. His nipples are pointing through his t-shirt. I tell him that I love his hair, eyes and ass; not in that order. He laughs and says that he likes my eyes, ass and goatee; not in that order. Leaning against the rail we sip our beers and talk while making out. I trace his chest, his back, his ass and down to his crotch with my finger. Tony leans back his head and moans a little, very low. God, this is so sexy. I take that as an okay and move to lower the zipper of his tight, tight jeans. The boy has no shame, no underwear and out pops the most beautiful dick.

I squat down on the balcony and start paying special attention to it; using my hands, my mouth and goatee to tickle him and his low hanging balls. He moans. I ask him if it would be okay to move this to his bedroom where I can strip him nude and he says, “God yes, that’s what I was thinking about you too!”

In the bedroom, we pull our boots, jeans and shirts. Standing there in the starlight, he’s beautiful. We both are kissing and pull back in time to say the same thing to each other. We slowly slide down on the bed and start exploring each other. Tony has a bubble butt that is hard as coconuts. We both like sucking and jacking though, we find out by making some hot and subtle suggestions to each other.

We slide around into a 69 position and go to town on each other. His beautiful 8 inches and low hangers are in my face; my 8 inches and nice sized balls are in his face. Just imagine it, Mark Wills and Keith Urban look-alikes going at it. Tony says, “Padgett, I’m going to cum in a minute. I’m safe and clean but I think that since we don’t know each other…” I agree, and I whisper, “Plus I would to see you shoot all over me.” So we turn around so that we are lying beside each other and jack him while he’s jacking me. We both start moaning, groaning at the same time. Then I feel him tense up just as I do, and cum is everywhere. We both pump each other until there’s no more. It looks like liquid snow everywhere, him, me, the bed, etc. We slide out of the bed and into the bathroom to shower. While in there, Tony says to me, “Who would have thought?” And I ask him, “What?” He says, “Well, two good old country boys or redneck wannabes finding each other this fast.”

I tell him, “Well Tony, that’s why I love my job. In my staffing agency, I try to find a position for everyone. I definitely found yours and mine!”