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Sort of Bisexual, sort of Older/younger and Definitely All Redneck...
Well guys, here goes another attempt at writing a story that will occupy your time and cause those dirty little thoughts that you all have during the day. All of those of you, who e-mail me, thank you. Those who have e-mail me with suggestions, again thank you and I'm attempting to incorporate some of those into stories. 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 one comic book fantasy, "A Flaming Torch," then my two Toby Keith's, "Toby Keith and Kenny Chesney" and "Toby Keith - still likes football," please read them and enjoy. I have a profile on AOL and someday when I learn HTML, I may have my own site to post stories. 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. If in the Tampa Bay area, definitely e-mail me, KPG111061@aol.com. I am writing, because for the first time ever find myself out of work. If you want my resume, let me know. I am not relocating, I love Tampa.
Dudes, here we go...
I called him DARE, because to get his goat that's all you had to do; dare him to do something. His initials were REM, so that is what I'll call him for the sake of this story. The boy was born and raised in Birmingham, Alabama. I thought Dalton, Georgia was bassackward as we said back home, but trust me, this takes the cake.
REM, was southern born, spoon fed, cracker white, supposedly Italian descent, long dicked (will get to) all male. Everything was pussy this, pussy that, god you could smell horny on him. His brother AM was just like that, except all slut. AM would kiss, suck, fuck anything that was in range when horny kicked in.
I met REM when the office that I worked for was backlogged and hiring temps for the overflow. Straight off the turnip truck so to speak. Came into interview in a short sleeved dress shirt with (I swear) what looked like almost a clip on tie. My boss, the world's best boss, and thank god "family" to boot, lesbian, interviewed REM and wasn't going to hire him. I sat in on the interview and couldn't help notice the clean good looks and firm body; behind, under and all in the redneck we were interviewing. He left; she looked at me and said, no way! I had to do was give my look pity look. The one that said, "I'm one male in an office of about 30 females, please." All I heard was call him, hire him, he's your responsibility.
REM, is about 5'8" or 5'9", 175, firm, a butt to die for, a beautiful smile and sweet, oh man, sweet.
Now comes the first time to wonder; our office is having an Open House, everyone in Tampa shows up. We have caterers, bartenders, etc. Everyone gets trashed. I'm hosting. End of night, during cleanup, me, my partner and two best friends that I invited are all that's left with the catering company along with REM. We are sitting there waiting to lock up. REM and I start to arm wrestle, thumb wrestle, etc. hey boredom kicked in long ago. My partner walks my friends out of the building. Catering company is done and leaving. REM and I are horse playing a game called "Uncle"; you hold hands and force the hands backward with pressure. First one to cry uncle loses. During this little game, REM looks at me and surprises me by saying, do you like my butt?
I almost lost it. I said what? He says I've seen you looking at me. Its okay, I've been around gay guys before. Then says if you'll say uncle, I show you my butt. I think that I'm about to die. He gets the smirk on his face like he thinks he's won. I look at him and tell him guess what? You're going to lose and here's how. In a minute I'm leaning forward and going to kiss you. If you uncle first, I won't, if not, Hello! I leaned forward, watching his eyes. I made it to his lips, not touching, and he jumped back laughing and goes, "Uncle." Damn it. That moment made a wonderful friendship.
I'll skim over the details of our going to a gay bar here in Tampa, Metropolis, to shoot pool. Many drinks later, I said this is boring; how about a bet? He says fine, what? I tell him, if I win; I get that kiss that I wanted at Christmas. He says okay, what if I win? I said what do you want? REM says a blowjob. Now how can I lose? We played for ever and damn it, I tried, but I won. I said pay up. My partner was at the bar getting us beers and REM says okay. I lean in and had the most sensual, full-lipped kiss ever, YUM!!!
Next time, during a happy hour moment, just he and I, we both decided to go to the bathroom at the same time. I finished first, was washing up, moved off to dry and hear, "do you think that it's nice?" I turn around and there stands REM with his pants open, dick to the wind, long, beautiful, pale cracker dick to the wind. I am amazed! We are at a restaurant, fear kicks in, I go oh yeah, see you outside, and left. I know, being a pussy, but guys, he was younger and I have a partner.
Another time, we are at a huge Tampa nightclub, now closed, downtown, watching a concert and he tells me that he can't see. He is shorter. I let him stand in front of me. During the concert, he backs up to me and wraps my arm around his waist. My partner is with the many people that we went with, straight and gay. I start running my hand up his shirt and ask is that too much and REM says, "not enough." I just about explode then and there.
Now every time that I say REM says something, imagine it with a very slow, sensual, southern accent. Mine's not as thick anymore, but I love to travel and have people say, "I love your accent." I'm very proud of my Southern heritage.
I love REM, have no doubt in that. We have known each for about 5 years now.
He is a brother, friend and confident. If I could work both my partner and REM into my life I would with no problem. He's about 12 years younger than me.
Now more times like above happened and my nerves are getting little frayed. So now REM is in his own apartment, out of his parent's. My partner is with family one night, when REM says to me, I want to celebrate my apartment with you, so come on over. I show up and even for an efficiency it's small. REM has bought wine, candles, and cleaned up, everything. We sat there and drank A LOT of wine. At one point, I said to him, is there anything else to drink.
He goes, with a big smile, oh yeah. Gets up and brings out of his freezer a bottle of Jagermeister (brain cell killer). We started doing shots. At one point, he stood up to go to the bathroom, I stood up to go the kitchen for more wine, turned around and there REM stood pissing; long, pale dick hanging there. When REM is done pissing, he just stands there watching me watch him shaking it. He slowly puts it back and zips up. He comes into the kitchen, reaches over for his wine glass, as he does; he leans into me and kisses me. Now REM also has some Michelle Pfeifer full suckable, kissable lips. We stand there kissing, I mean tongue and all. Straight, yeah right. I reach down and start stroking that beautiful hard dick through his jeans. Hey, with no underwear, easier access. I unzip, reach in, pull it out and down I go. He pulls me to my feet and leads me into the living room, where there's a futon mattress on the floor. We both lie down and strip each other and go back to exploring. Now REM would and did do everything but suck dick. He just no matter what refused. At one point, he stands up comes back with something in a container, he slathers it all over my dick and works me by hand for a quite awhile. Whatever it was, was slick, I mean really slick. Then the surprise of the century happens. REM slides my dick into his ass, riding me on top. He then tells me that when he jerks off, he likes to put things in his ass, usually his finger(s). The boy uses my dick to fuck himself while jacking off like a madman. Soon, he slides it in to the balls, sits still and groans out, "oh fuck", about that time he shoots all over me, the load must have been stored up for a long time. Then my turn, I pull out and let go all over his back.
REM gets up and gets a cloth, comes back and cleans us both up. We lay there and snuggled for a while. I don't want to lose a friend over this I tell him. Plus I don't want him to have any I'm straight what have I done regrets. He tells me no, not to worry. He's always been curious and thought that if he was ever to do it; it would have to be with someone who he cared about and trusted. That's about the time that I notice the container sitting on the floor beside us, BUTTER. I start laughing and can't stop. He just smiles that goofy grin and says hey it was all I could find and besides it works; plus it tastes good.
There are more stories, more encounters, but for another time. I believe I understand that theory about "friends with benefits" now.