Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2004 11:08:28 EST

From: Kpg111061@aol.com

Subject: STR8 Country Dude at Halloween...

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with "redneck," Toby Keith, Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, etc. No claim to any

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Kenneth

STR8 Country Dude at Halloween

First of all, guys, if you are reading the stories here, then guess what;

bi, str8, gay or whatever, then enjoy life, its way too short. I don't mean

short on intelligence or safety; please life is too short, don't help speed it

along by being stupid. Second, never limit yourself or hide yourself by

telling someone, "I'm x, y or z. We are limited by those self-inflicted locks

that we place on our lives. Gay men are the most notorious for creating fake

lives (especially on the internet or a resume). We can be anything on

paper; it just doesn't make it real. I take facts from everyone that I know, talk

with or have encountered and spin stories, ideas or fantasies for each of

us. Some are true and some have hints of truth. As far I am concerned,

unless you know straight on yourself; then consider my word (written or spoken)

to be the gospel.

The company Halloween party was last week. I still don't know what possessed

me to let myself be talked into that costume. There we all were at the

office; yeah, even country boys can have a college education and hold down

respectable office jobs.

There were a lot of arguments over making the party a mandatory, costume

party. Everyone had their reasons. I simply didn't know what to go in

costume. I thought man it would be so easy to go as a cowboy. I have tons of boots

and denim shirts, etc. Sandy, my best friend, looked at me and said don't

even think it. What I asked? You are not getting out that easy. I already

see you trying to come in something that you wear all the time. Sandy tells

me, you are coming over to my house on Friday and we are putting together

something for you, so that you and I can win that $5,000 costume contest.

On Friday after work, I stopped off at the local liquor store and picked up

a large bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of 2 liters of diet coke; then

headed to Sandy's.

We sat around for about 2 hours discussing the options. She finally says to

me, I know what the perfect answer is; a cop and hooker. Now Sandy has some

huge tits but I'm not the biggest of guys. I'm only about 5'8 and weigh

about 160; very lean, very trim gymnast type from my working out. Sandy saw the

look on my face and said; nope you have it wrong again. I'm going to be the

cop and you're going to be the hooker. I spit and sputtered first and then

started laughing until I cried.

First, there's no way I'm dressing up like a hooker. Second, there's no

way, I would pass as a woman, even with my build. I am a hairy little so and

so. It's all over from my legs, to my stomach/chest, up to my goatee and

mustache.

Sandy starts her whining that on any given day has been known to break

windows and set off car alarms. She finally has me talked into at least trying

the silly idea. If it doesn't work, we will switch roles. Thinking that I'd

won, I agreed to the trial.

Sandy pours me a huge double straight of Jack and one for herself. We down

them both, and mine immediately on top of the rest I've drank, causes my

brain to go to mush.

We go into her bathroom; she has me strip to my jock. Now, though we are

both straight, she is my best friend. We've never dated or anything. It's

more of a sister/brother relationship.

She tells me to stand in the shower stall; puts an eye mask on me and tells

me to simply stand still. All of a sudden I feel her smearing something on me

from my feet/toes to my face; front and back. After what seems like forever,

Sandy turns on the water and washes it off. When she takes off the mask, I

look down and see that except for my pubes, that there isn't any hair on my

body anywhere. I start yelling, what the hell.

Sandy hands me another Jack and we down that one. Now, for the sake of

time, basically while my brain is still shutting down; she tweezes my eyebrows,

takes down my pony tail, mullet hair and applies the makeup.

Then after curling my hair, she leads, me into her bedroom and starts

putting all kinds of crap on me. First, there was the corset, the fishnet

stockings, the mini skirt, etc. Then she set me down on the bed and puts on the

stiletto heels. During this makeover she had swapped my jock for a thong and had

me push my beautiful dick back between my legs.

After all was said and done, she led me to a mirror and says look. I opened

my eyes, Oh My God. The woman in the mirror was a little slutty looking, but

erotic, hot and beautiful. I looked at Sandy and said that's me? She

giggled and says yeah, can you believe it? God, you could actually be a hooker

or an escort.

Sandy left me there looking to shower, dress in her cop uniform and said

when she was through, lets go.

We got to the boss's house with the party in full swing. As we walked in, I

kept noticing all the guys watching me. I started sweating, and feeling out

of place. Then I noticed Greg, my cubicle buddy, looking at me with a funny

look; like I know you don't I.

He walked over to Sandy and says who's the fox that you brought with you.

Sandy, says, Greg don't you recognize Tony? Greg, who is dressed like a

Cowboy, says what? No way! I look at him, smile and say, way...with my drunken

smile. Greg yells out, hey everybody its Tony. All of sudden, we're

surrounded by people asking a million questions. Sandy has become more popular with

women wanting tips and men asking lewd questions. I tell her that I need a

drink. Greg follows behind me to the bar.

I turn around in time to see Greg watching my ass. I ask him what's up.

Greg laughs and says me man, I would never have guessed. What I ask him. He

says if I saw you at a bar or on the street; I would think hot chick or lets

fuck or something; not oh my God, Tony, my straight, happy hour, cubicle

buddy. We both laugh. I say, well I guess Sandy did an excellent job. He sighs,

with a scary lustful sound and says, most definitely.

After making the rounds, more drinks and lots of questions; I tell Sandy that

I need some air. She is in the mean time talking to our boss about some

project and trip and has lost her attention on me.

I grab the bottle of Jack from the bar, the bartender winks, I laugh and

head outside. I find Greg outside getting air also.

He sees my bottle and asks me to refill his glass. We go out for a walk

around our boss's estate gardens; finding a bench I tell him that I need to sit.

While there, Greg says, can I ask what its like? I tell him at first nerve

racking, but now, feels normal, I guess. Greg says to me, you really don't

realize how hot you look do you?

I look at him and say what? He says, I never told you, but I'm bi and damn

you combine the best of both worlds. I have a friend that I can talk shop

with, drink with and who's hot as a man and now a woman.

I look down, embarrassed. Greg, says Tony, don't worry, I expect nothing

more than our friendship. He puts an arm around me and without a blink, I turn

to him and we kiss. Next thing I know, we're making out.

After a few minutes of this, Greg says, would you like to go back to my

place and let's see where this goes? I simply take his hand and off we walk to

his car.

At Greg's apartment we sit down in front of the fireplace and he slowly

takes off my heels, sliding his hands up my stockings to my "hidden treasure."

He undresses me from the waist down and carries me into his bedroom. He then

begins to suck my dick while running his hands all over my body. Greg

reaches next to the bed and brings out lube and a rubber.

I put it on him. From there, he lifts my legs and slowly, erotically, rubs

his dick in my crack.

Once in me, we start making out again. Eventually, Greg starts moaning, and

I can feel him filling the rubber that is inside me. Greg then reaches down

and takes me in his mouth, then it's my turn to moan and shake as I fill his

mouth.

We lie together and eventually drift off to sleep. During the night, I wake

up, go into the bathroom, remove all the makeup, scrub myself clean and climb

back into bed. I did think about leaving, but didn't feel that I wanted to

jeopardize my friendship.

In the morning, I wake up and there is Greg lying there watching me. He says

you know, I think the chest hair would be hot if you let it grow back. The

facial hair though is a no. You look younger without it.

I lean over and kiss him, saying thanks. I tell him that I am glad that my

experiment of alternative sex was with him. Alternative sex, he says, looking

sad. We made love. I realize that I've hurt him. I didn't mean to hurt

you, I tell him. I'm still not sure what to say or how to say it.

Greg says let me ask you; do you like me. Yes, I tell him. Did you like

last night? Yes, again. Would you date me? I think for a minute and say, of

course. You're my friend and you made me feel more special than I have in a

long time. Just don't expect that version of me to show up often. I am a man,

not a woman. Greg, says, dude, that the country, man version of you that I

see right now, is as hot as anyone and he's my friend.

We kiss and then I feel Greg sliding a rubber on my dick. He says, Tony,

your turn to see what this "alternative" version of our love is all about.

Later, more about two cowboys knocking boots.