Gay Erotic Stories

Now for those of you who read part I, Country Music Fantasies, about my little exploit backstage with Billy, this is the continuation that so many of you have been asking about. For those of you who didn’t read it, don’t miss the action, go to the author’s section and look for my area under kpg111061 and read it.

For those of you who saw the CMA’s this year you know pretty much what happened between my backstage moment and now. The act with Billy and Shania singing “Party For Two” went over great and was pretty damn hot. Billy had unbuttoned his shirt and had exposed that beautifully hairy chest of his.

After all the awards were done and poor Kenny Chesney was cut off by the end of the show; I met up with Billy at his dressing room. “Lock the door,” he says. As I turn around from locking it, there he stands--no shirt, no boots, no socks, no jeans, just some crotch hugging boxer briefs. God, to be those briefs for just a moment! He’s facing this massive rack of clothes going through a dozen or more shirts; back to me. I can’t help myself, I go over and wrap my arms around him and tweak those perky tits of us and then turn him around so that I can kiss those fucking, sexy lips.

I reach down and grab a feel of his package and start rubbing; feeling it grow harder and bigger. Billy moaning in to my mouth says, “Padgett come on, stop, please. If you don’t stop, we aren’t going to get to the party and trust me; you are going to want to go to this party!”

“Okay, but don’t blame me, if I keep on attacking you while you’re standing here dressed like a fucking sex dream,” I tell him growling and chuckling.

Billy says, “Here, you and I are about the same size and build; take one of these shirts and let’s get dressed.” He puts on a starched white shirt, skin tight jeans and boots. I put on a starched navy shirt, my jeans and I borrow a pair of his boots. Looking in the mirror, he and I both grin; “Hot couple--aren’t we?” he remarks.

I look in the mirror at us and tell him, “Come on now, or I’m not leaving!” He laughs. We go out the back side exit and find a limo waiting.

While in the back of the car, Billy opens a bottle of champagne and pours us both a glass. “Here’s to new friends and new adventures,” he says. (I’ll drink to that.)

After about a 30 minute ride, we pull up a long, private, dark road to the front of a fucking beautiful estate. “Who lives here?” I ask him.

“That’s part of tonight’s adventure,” he says coyly. We get out of the limo and begin walking up to the door, Billy rings the bell. The door’s opened by a stud--hot as hell. He’s about 6’4”, 200 pounds of solid muscle, wearing a tux shirt, black hat, skin tight jeans and black boots.

“Billy, good to see you!” the stud says.

“Thanks Mark. This is my guest, Padgett.”

“Welcome, Padgett! Gentlemen, the rest of the hosts are outside in the garden receiving everyone out there. Please make yourselves at home. I’ll bring you both a drink in a moment.”

We walk outside to a beautiful patio area, landscaped like a tropical oasis. “There’s nothing but men out here,” I tell Billy.

“Right,” he says. “I told you that this was a private, special party. Let me introduce you to our hosts.” He walks me over, arm around my waist; and brings me up to a group of men who have their backs to me. “Gentlemen, excuse me,” he says, “I would like to introduce you to my guest this evening. Padgett your hosts tonight are…” and with that they turn around, hands extended to be shaken. It was Kenny, Josh Turner, Chris Cagle, and Keith Urban. Inside my head while I’m shaking their hands, my little mind and little voice are going, “Oh my God, oh my God!” plus I’m on a trampoline, jumping and squealing like a girl.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” they each say and so do I to them. I tell them that it’s a beautiful home. Kenny says, “Thank you, it’s mine, but since I travel so much; my boyfriend, Mark lives here most of the time. He’s the one who answered the door when you arrived.”

I looked at him and said, “Boyfriend?”

Kenny, laughed and says, “Padgett, you’re in good company this evening or else Billy wouldn’t have brought you. Have some drinks, mingle and later the fun starts,” Kenny winks as he walks off.

“What did that mean?” I ask Billy.

“Just wait,” is all he says. “First there’s the show.”

Different sections of the garden have bartenders, waiters, etc. in jeans with bow ties only, some in thongs, all various kinds of dress or undress I should say. There’s a stage in the center of the garden and there’s what appears to be a strip show and a live porn show going on. Dear God!

About 2-3 hours in to the evening and many drinks later; our host Kenny says, “Gentlemen, this time I get to finish what I’m going to say,” and the group all laughs. “Gentlemen welcome to our annual after hours party. My co-hosts, I and Mark welcome you each and everyone! The party’s under way inside with music, dance and more drink. Please make yourselves at home, relax and have a great time tonight.”

Billy says, “Let’s go inside and dance.” Inside the house in this huge ballroom, there are tons of guys two stepping and slow dancing. A nice slow song comes on and Billy takes my hand and off to the floor we go.

After a night of fun, drink, hot men, our hosts say, “Guys, it’s time to unwind the party and you’re welcome to either as usual, stay the night in guest rooms or you will find your cars all waiting outside.”

Billy says, “Come on, I have a room here.” We go upstairs where he opens the door to one of the largest bedrooms I’ve ever seen. “Don’t just stand there with your mouth hanging open,” he laughs; “unless you’re prepared to go lower and I can make use of it.”

He starts to undress, folding everything and laying it over this huge chair next to the door. There he is again in those hot, butt hugging, briefs. He comes over and unbuttons my shirt and unfastens my belt and jeans. I follow suit and undress also. Billy looks at me, licks his lips and says, “Yum.”

I laugh and hug him saying, “It should be me saying yum.”

Taking me by the hand, he pulls me down on to the bed that would hold at least 5 or 6 grown men. We’re laying there making out, with him on top of me. The view I have is unbelievable; one of the hottest cowboys in the world leaning over me in the most beautiful bedroom. Turning over he says, “I have a surprise.”

“Another one?” I ask, “I’m not sure that I can take another one!”

He turns me over and starts to give me a massage on my back. “Oh God is that good!” I tell him. While I’m laying there moaning, I realize that something feels out of place. I can feel two hands on my back, two on each foot and two on my ass. I turn over and find in bed with us, Chris Cagle, Josh Turner and Keith Urban. Shit, now I know that I am in some dream like fantasy!

Billy says I hope that you don’t mind; these guys are 3 of my best friends. Keith says, we were in with Kenny and James, but they haven’t been alone in awhile and asked us to come visit you. I look at Billy and say to him, let me get this right; you are asking me to share a bed with you, Chris (hot, dark haired, goatee), Josh, (hot, boy next door) and Keith (simply hot and a surfer dude look). Keith looks at me and says listen we don’t want to screw up this thing between you two, but damn, can you blame us for wanting to join in. You guys have to be kidding, to ask if I mind. Get your hot, sexy asses up here. Guys, let me tell you, that night never seemed to stop. Chris is a stocky passionate lover with a dick that is built like him. Josh is a sweet, romantic lover; he’s like the boy next door that is making sure that the date is going right. Keith is this lean, tight, bubble butted sex fiend. Billy is like raw emotion. He oozes sex and is pretty damn good at all of it.

All night long there was dick and ass everywhere. The room was well stocked with lube, condoms and flavored massage oil (cinnamon). There was no combination of fucking and sucking that wasn’t tried. Keith loved to suck nuts--everyone’s! Chris loved to fuck. Josh loved to suck dick and kiss. God what a night; can you die from too much pleasure?

As the night wound down and our energy died; our three sex fiends went to sleep at the foot of the bed hugging each other. Billy and I, wrapped in each other’s arms, went to bed at the upper part of the bed.

As we were drifting off to sleep and the sun was coming up in the window; Billy says, “I hope you had a good time tonight.”

“All of it was great. I especially loved the backstage moment and this moment right now. The in between moments were just icing on the cake,” I said.

“Well good,” he says, “because this is a weekend trip and tomorrow we spend the entire evening with our other two hosts.”

All I can think is, “Oh my God; I’m going to die from this fucking hot Country Music Fantasy.” I chuckle myself to sleep, feeling Billy’s arms wrapped around me.