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Country Music Fantasies…

The night of the CMA awards are a really big deal in Nashville. That’s why on my vacation, I plan it in there, versus here in Tampa or elsewhere. Other cities have the Tony’s, the Oscar’s, the Emmy’s, etc. but there’s nothing like a night of handsome, studly, cowboys dressed up in their finest gear to turn this redneck on.

I make the trip to the CMA’s regularly each year. Every year, I try to get a backstage job working as a hand or if I’m lucky, I try to get invited to one of the after hour parties. This vacation was going to turn out to be the one that would go down in history.

I had landed a backstage job changing scenes between bands. I was working on the bedroom scene where Shania was going to sing with Billy Currington (fuck, fuck, and fuck). For those of you who don’t know who he is, please immediately stop reading and go to www.cmt.com and check out the videos there. Back to my story, as I’m setting up the bedrooms, I hear this sexy, hot, bass voice say, “Excuse me, can you help me with this?” I turn around to find myself face-to-face with those beautiful eyes, curly hair, and hairy chest of Billy C.

God, god, god. He wants me to help with the stage that pivots out so that he can sing with Shania, and it’s stuck. After a little pushing and pulling, we figure out the problem. I tell him, “Let me get hold of the stage edge, and pull; while you stand me behind me and hold me so that I don’t fall.”

“No problem,” he says.

I bend over at the waist (side note description of me-5’10, 175, brown hair/green eyes, mustache/goatee, jeans, t-shirt, boots, and oh yeah, fine ass if I say so) and while I’m pulling on the stage, Billy grabs my hips and holds on, pressing in to my ass. I am so flustered at the feeling; I lose my footing and fall over. Billy lands on top of me; both of us laughing.

Billy says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you fall.”

I tell you that landing on my back, with him landing on top of me, face-to-face has got to be so hot that steam was everywhere. I tell him, “Don’t worry, you have better things to do than to help me with the stage.”

Billy says, “Oh I don’t know; I like working with my hands every now and then.”

About that time, I feel his hands move in between our bodies and up under my t-shirt. I look up at him and tell him, “Yeah, you do appear to be quite handy,” just as he decided to pinch on my tits. He then leans down and kisses me. I look around quickly to make sure that no one is able to see us. He says, “Don’t worry; I made sure that everyone was at another stage working before I came over here to help.”

“Oh?” I ask.

He says, “Yeah watching your hot, bubble ass while you were working was distracting me from rehearsal. I couldn’t go out and sing/flirt with Shania thinking about you now could I?”

Without a pause, I unbutton his shirt and show off that beautifully hairy chest and move up to lick on each of his nipples. I then roll us over so that I’m on top, and unfasten his belt and jeans. Then I ease his jeans down over his beautiful, fuzzy, bubble butt, exposing a masculine, cut, and long, hard dick. The balls matched them perfectly; like two pale large eggs in a nest.

I moved down and put my mouth over the head moving it in slowly. I worked up and down on it; Billy moaning, purring, gently the whole time. I move around to take the luscious balls in my mouth and suck on those a while.

Moving back up to kiss him, it’s amazing how hot his mouth is. His tongue is like a snake, long, agile, moving, exploring. God is he a great kisser. About that time Billy says, “God you’re a great kisser.”

I laugh and say, “I was just thinking that about you!”

I move back down to that beautiful dick again. I’d been stroking it the whole time, but I told him that I didn’t want it to feel left out. So I moved my mouth back down to inhale it back in.

Billy says, “Not that I don’t want this to go on all night, but I have to get ready for the show soon and I’m about to bust a nut. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to know or not.”

I tell him that I found him more attractive than anyone in a long time, but that I only play safe. “Kiss me then and stroke me.” I moved back up to that handsome face and those fuckable lips; kissing, necking, making out; with my hand stroking the entire time. Billy starts moaning and groaning and says,”Ffuck it, I’m going to cum!” and groans, arching up and about that time a geyser hits--all over his flat, hairy stomach, cum lands everywhere.

Gently, while still kissing him, I squeeze his dick, milking out the last few drops. “God that was great!” he says still smiling. “Now what about you?”

I say to him, “Don’t worry about me.”

Smiling, Billy says, “How about going to one of the after hours parties?”

“I would love to,” I tell him, “but won’t that send out signals?”

“Not this party,” he tells me. “Meet me at my dressing room after the show ends. We can get dressed in the clothes that I have there. I think that you’ll like the group sponsoring this little party. It’s being thrown by Kenny Chesney, Dirks Bentley, Keith Urban and some of the married--but single this evening--guys. There won’t be any news reporters and it’s by special invitation only.”

Billy walks off, jeans pulled back up and shirt on just unbuttoned. I hear him singing very quietly, chuckling, party for two.

Now that’s a Country Music fantasy…