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Toby Keith - Still likes football...
Jesus, what crappy tickets for the Buc's game! Yeah I like football, you guys shouldn't have a problem with that. I may be gay, but even I like watching those huge thighs in those skin tight football pants. Man the king of the legs, Mike Alstott, Tampa Bay Buc player. The man can pull a jeep with his legs. Shit, what a hottie too, beautiful face, goatee, mustache and beautiful eyes. Also, sweetest personality you can imagine. Yeah, I know, the story says Toby Keith. Well, guess what, artistic distraction, Mike Alstott that is, back to Toby.
I had won two tickets to one of the Buc's games here at home in Tampa. What a way to cap off a weekend. Last night, Toby Keith, one of the hottest performers ever, had performed at the Tampa Ice Palace, oops sorry, the name has changed now, but after so long, everyone still calls it the Ice Palace. Now here I am watching my favorite team with some of my favorite football players. The seats were crap, but hey free. Would have been better off watching though at one of my favorite restaurants out in Brandon, where I live.
My best friend, Al, had gone to get us some beer and the man in front me, was more into the game then I was. Yelling and screaming and for who, Alstott, then again, a lot of people love the guy. Al came back with the beer, somehow he had been given 4 instead of 2. We gave one to the guy beside us. Then I tapped my yelling friend in front on his shoulder and asked if he would like one. He turned around and with a great big, hot/handsome smile, said sure, thanks. Fuck yeah, Toby Keith in a baseball cap. I just about wet my pants. I started stuttering and said here, Mr. Keith? He says, Toby please, and keep it low key. I'm on a mini break for the weekend from fans and work. I smiled back and told him no problem. I asked why aren't you in a private box? He tells me that ever since his football days, he's preferred regular seats where everyone is in to the game having fun. Just then touchdown, shit, we missed it. I apologize and he thanks me for the beer again and turns around.
I am in heaven by this time. My dick is hard as ice but hot as lava. Between plays and quarters, Toby turns around and talks about the game, his concert the night before and things to do in Tampa. "Shit, I have something for him to do in Tampa." It involves getting, naked, his tongue, my tongue, and two iron hard dicks. I tell him that Tampa has a few new night clubs, but they aren't country. They're actually very Miami/New York dance club like. He says cool, I like all music. I'll get the names from you before we leave here today. Shit, Toby Keith at The Chambers or Underground Tampa, what a sight. All the queens and fags here will melt with lust.
Toby, stands up, turns around and says, my turn, do you guys want another beer? I am at this time, "envision it," crotch level with Toby Keith. I look up slowly and say sure, thanks. I notice that he hasn't moved and is looking down at me, smiling, then says be right back. Again, I have a hard getting more wet dick happening here guys. What a living fantasy. That amazingly deep, sexy voice coming out of that handsome face, fuck what a turn on!
During half time, Toby says to me what do you think of Alstott? I tell him good player, good instincts, nice guy and without thinking, say and huge thighs. Toby gets real quiet, looks at me and goes yeah, fucking big thighs and laughs. We have by now downed about 4-5 beers each. My bladder usually goes after 2. Al never goes. I tell them both that I need to go and will be right back. Toby says hold on; I've got to see a man about a dog myself, and laughs. We make it to the toilets and there are lines everywhere. Shit, we'll have to wait for ever. Toby goes no, here's where sometimes I throw a little star weight around. He goes up to one of the stadium management types, introduces himself, and tells them that he and his roadie (me) need a more private bathroom. They are only too happy to oblige. We end up in a private section with its own bathroom, not in use. Toby tells me to go first. When I come out he goes in. He yells at me through the door and says can I ask you a question? When I played football I was proud of my build, legs and all. What do you think? Opens the door and there he is with his jeans down to his knees, flexing his hairy, muscular thighs. Shit, I'm hard and wet again. Is this man going to give me a break? I stand there with my mouth hanging open, and my hand rubbing my crotch. Toby says, well? Without thinking I go shit, yeah, you pretty much have it going on. Toby looks at me and says man it looks the other way around to me. Is that boner new or from when you were in my crotch earlier?
He pulls me into the bathroom and closes the door. Next thing I know, Toby Keith is kissing me, rubbing my dick and groping my ass. I take off his shirt; he kicks off his sneakers and then I pants him all the way. Next, he's got me "nekkid" the same way. FUCKING HOT! What a goddamn sex machine! Tongue everywhere, doing everything. I love his hairy, studly, hot masculine body. Man, I'm trying to keep up. Almost impossible. After a lot of mutual sucking and licking; Toby finds something to use as lube and after "tossing my salad," slides the most beautiful dick up my ass that I have ever seen. Guys I know you want to hear something rough, but Toby is sweet, gentle, loves to cuddle and the entire time he was long dicking me, he was playing with my dick and kissing my neck. FUCKING A+++.
After what seemed like heaven forever, Toby starts groaning, moaning and God help me, even growling. Fucking hot.... I tell him when he's ready to cum, to pull out and shoot on me. All of a sudden he pulls out, flips me around and blows the largest load I've ever seen all of my chest, stomach and crotch. At the same time, he is stroking me and there I am, fuck yeah; doing the same thing. Shit, we have cum everywhere, on us the floor, you name it. Shit, I even have in my goatee, but so does Toby.
The bathroom we used has a shower. We get in the shower together, cuddling, kissing and he's talking all sweet to me. I ask him, do you think that we're in trouble for being in here so long. He laughs and says no, this is my private box suite. I just don't use it if it's just me. I tell him, you fucker, he laughs that deep laugh and says sure was. We both laugh. We go back to the other seats, get my friend Al and the guy next to us that he's picked up while I'm "gone." We go back to Toby's private suite and make out during the last quarter.
Well, let's see, the Bucs won, Toby still likes football and we went out dancing later. What a fucking great weekend!
NOTE to readers this star is one of country's hottest performers today. I do not by writing this story, claim to know this star (I WISH) nor have any personal knowledge (AGAIN I WISH) of his personal inclinations. Just a fantasy. Write me guys, KPG111061@aol.com, under gay/celebrities; I also penned a comic book fantasy, "A Flaming Torch." Please see the other Toby Keith and Kenny Chesney story there.