Date: Wed, 21 Jan 1998 21:05:28 -0500 From: Curtis Kline Subject: Garth's Top 40 (Celebrity) PLEASE NOTE: This work is a work of my imagination, and in no way shape or form did it actually happen (yet). If Garth would happen to stumble across it, I would hope that he would take it lightly and not mind the way I "made him act" out the parts in this story. You see, when you're the author, anything can happen. All you need is some imagination. Please also note that Garth Brooks, nor any of his associates shall be held responsible for this work of fiction. If anyone would happen to have a problem with this story between two males, please said comments or complaints to Curtis Kline Thank You. He was the sexiest man I had ever known. Yes, I'm talking about the one, the only Garth Brooks. As a teenager I grew up listening to his music and jacking off constantly while I was thinking about how I could seduce him. Well the day a teenager hopes for had finally come. I had just turned 18. I told my parents that I was going to move to Nashville and see if I could land a job in radio. Well, needless to say, I did. I became the host of a hot Country Top 40 program, where I had numerous stars as guest hosts. One of which was Garth Brooks. While Garth was on my show, I asked the normal questions in the script, but there was awkward silence during the commercial breaks and while the music was being dubbed and getting ready to be sent up to the satellite. I tried to look him in the eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted this man so badly, more than the air I breathed. During the show (to prevent myself from losing my train of thought by this God who was now sitting 3 feet away from me) I looked down at my script and foot notes, concentrating on the show. I didn't want to screw up and say, "So Garth, how has you sex life been going" when I should say home life. But after the show, Garth invited me to join him for the evening. Not like a "Come with me so we can go shopping" but "come with me so we can have a good time and some beer." kinda invitations. I obliged since I more than loved this guy. On the way to his house (he was not touring at the moment), he asked me "How come you never looked at me during the show?" I didn't think that this question would have arose, but I guess I was wrong. I was on the spot. I didn't know what to say, or how to react, or how he would react to what I was about to say. "Well Garth, you have been my childhood fantasy since I first heard one of your songs and saw you on TV." "Oh really?" Garth chuckled as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Yes. I've wanted to get to know you for a very long time, and I just couldn't stand to let my feelings interfere with the show. I would lose my job and be really embarrassed to say the least." "I have heard of a lot of guys that fantasize about me." At this my heart sank, but I was relived... sort of. I thought to myself, "Great, so he probably thinks I'm another fag who is just out to get in his pants. If he only knew how much he meant to me." I blurted, "But I'm not the same." Garth pulled the car over on the side of the road and put the engine in park. "I know you're not. I never said you were. Why don't you tell me what's bothering you." "YOU of course! I am so attracted to you. Maybe it's your jeans, maybe it's your voice or your appearance. But I am just so incredibly attracted to you that I can't help myself. I don't just want to 'get in your pants' I want to get to know you. As good as your wife knows you -- maybe even a little better than she knows you. Can't you see I'm dying? Why don't you just take me back to my place because more than likely I'll try to seduce you if this evening continues." I couldn't believe what I said, and I was sobbing like a baby. I didn't want to do this in front of the man I loved, but I couldn't help myself. "Aw, come now. I have a soft spot for a tear eyed man. It hurts me so to see you like this," said Garth. "Come on... I don't care what happens, but I think you've been looking forward to this night since you saw me on the TV." As he said this I regained my composure and bragged that I had to be the most devoted Garth fan in the entire world. We made other small talk and he told me a little bit about his adventures with some of his other male fans as we continued the drive to his house. About 20 minutes later we turned off a main road and onto a paved country road (one of the winding roads in the rural areas). The driveway was about a mile and a half long... And it was surrounded by a thick layer of tall trees. When we came to the house, I was speechless. I had no idea his house was this huge. It must have been 3/4 of a mile long! Two stories high, with an elegant entrance. "My wife decorated the place," Garth said. "Oh." "Come on in." Garth invited. We made our way downstairs to his bar. Roomy, comfortable, and warm. I took my coat off and hung it up, and offered to take his. "Thank you very much!" Garth seemed surprised. "Why are you so surprised?" I asked. "Normally, the host entertains the guest... not the other way around." I quickly thought and said, "Oh, but you already have entertained me. You've been the source of my joy and entertainment for a good 5 years or so now. Now it's time to give something back." Garth flashed a smile as I made my way behind the bar and he followed. Before he climbed up on the stool, he started to take his boots off. I quickly came out from behind the bar and knelt down before him. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Just get up on the stool." He climbed up on the stool as I took his boot and sock off and massaged his foot. He let out a sigh. I shifted my weight and started to take his other boot and sock off and massaged his other foot. "You sure know how to make a guy feel at home." I laughed, "We're just getting started." I massaged his feet some more before grabbing his boots and putting them in the closet with the coats. I then went back behind the bar and served him whatever he wanted. He asked if I wanted a drink but I just replied "I'd rather stay sober, if you know what I mean." "Oh yeah," he said and laughed to himself. Once he finished his drink we went and sat on the couch. We talked some more about his music career and as I was about to talk about some of his music he interrupted. "Why don't you really tell me about what you're really interested in?" At that he took my hand and placed it on the mound that was his wrapped up cock in his tight white briefs. "Garth.... are you sure you want to go through with this? You are a little drunk. I don't want any of us to feel guilty about or regret what might happen here tonight." "I'm sure" he said with a smile. "Besides... the wife has been gone two weeks now, and I'm hornier than hell!" We both laughed. "Well, why don't I show you rather then tell you?" I smiled and evil smile. I moved closer to him on the couch and started to kiss him on the lips. I was waiting for his move. He opened his lips a little bit and I snaked my tounge into his mouth. We kissed some more and then I started to unbutton his "Standing outside the fire shirt". I gently nibbled on his nipples and he replied with a soft moan of pleasure. I moved over to his left nipple as I left my hands explore his chest. I let my hands fall to his crotch and I massaged his hardening cock through his tight black wrangler jeans. I lowered the zipper and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and slid them off him along with his tight briefs. His 7 inch cock sprang to life instantly and I reached down to stroke it to full errection. I knelt before him and gently sucked his cock at the tip swirling my tounge around the sensative lip under the head of the cock. I made my was slowly down to the base and sucked him as hard as I could, and then started a steady movement. After a few minnutes, his hips matched my movements. When I thought he was going to come I pulled off and went back to kissing him. The saltiness of his precum was now in my mouth and it mixed in his mouth from our kiss. I led Garth over to the bar and he layed across it as I spread his ass and licked his asshole. I dove in with my lust and rimmed him real good. He kept squirming on the bar as I finger fucked him. Then I knelt underneath him and sucked his cock some more. This time he held me head as he fucked my mouth. "Oh yeah man, take my cock. You've been wantin' it for a long time now... Here's your chance man..." He let go of my head. "I want to fuck you man." Garth said. "I want you to, too." I said. I switched places with garth and he ate my ass out trying to loosen my tight sphincter. He finger fucked me with his middle finger, and then two of his fingers. He had me suck him some more and then he stood behind me and aimed. I felt the pressure of his thick cock on my hole and before I knew it, he had pushed pass the tight ring of my ass and was slowly sliding home. I don't think I had ever felt a cock as thick as his, because I felt like I was being ripped apart! Once he had me loose enough he started fucking me nice and slow. He was teasing me. He can't last long. I was right. About a minute later, he picked up his pace and started grunting roughly. I reched down and stroked my cock in time with his fucking so we hopefully would both come at the same time. He started slamming into me now and I squeesed my cock as hard as I could. "I'm gonna come" he announced. And I pumped my cock as hard as I could. I felt the cum starting it's way out of my cock just as I felt ropes of cum hit my back. Exausted, we made or way to his bathroom to clean ourselves up. I caressed his chest some more, admiring the man I had fantasized about all of my life. Once we were clean we made our way up the stairs (naked) to his bed room. We climbed into bed and I kissed him once more on the lips. I didn't want to break the kiss, because I was afraid if I did, I would wake up. This whole night had been too good to be true. And I didn't want to loose him with the sun's morning rays of light. But if I did, at least I had fulfilled my fantasy. I finally broke the kiss, and we embraced each other and I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up by something hard poking my chest. At first, I didn't know where I was. It was still dark out. But I could make out someone laying next to me. Was it true? It really happened? I reached out and touched his face gently. Yes... It was him. It really happened. What woke me up was his hard dick pressing against my chest. A big smile crossed my face. I flipped myself around so that we were in a 69 position. He was still asleep, so I started to suck his hard cock. I heard him moan, but couldn't tell if he was still awake. All of the sudden, I felt a mouth around my cock. I would have gasped if my throat wasn't impaled on his cock. Garth was actually sucking me off. He matched my pace, and I felt like I was sucking myself! I couldn't take it anymore, and I was determined to get us to come together again. I picked up the pace and he matched it again, I sucked harder and so did he. Eventually, I started bucking my hips and he came in my mouth. That sent me over the edge and I felt the cum starting out of my cock and he swallowed every last drop. I rolled around to face him again. "Do I still have to make you breakfast after our morning snack?" I grinned. He smilled back. We got out of bed and now there was a little light outside the big window in the bed room. He got dressed and I was about to go downstairs to get my clothes. "Where are you going?" Garth asked. "To get my clothes." "No, here. Wear this." Garth wore the same size jeans I did. What a coincidence. "Garth, I couldn't." I said. "Take them. That way you can remember me." he said. I was so wrapped up in this morning that I forgot I would have to leave. The smile vanished from my face instantly and I sat on the bed and began to cry. "What's wrong?" Garth asked as he sat beside me. "Garth, your such a great guy. You're wife is a very lucky woman." I said. A look of confusion on his face, he asked, "What are you getting at?" I let out a sigh. "Garth, I don't want this to end. I want to be with you for the rest of your life, but that can't possibly happen with your wife around." Garth laughed. "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING???" I sobbed. "I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you. My wife hasn't been around for two weeks because we got a divorce!" He grinned. I was shocked. "Divorce? Why?" "Well, we just weren't compatible is what she told me. I guess not now that I know who or what I really am." He grinned. Still shocked, I didn't know what to say. "So does that mean I can stay?" "Of course you can! Why would I send the best "performer" I've ever had away?" Garth said. I grinned. I leaned over and hugged him tightly. "I love you, and I don't ever want to let you go." I put on the clothes he said I could have, and he finished getting dressed. We made our way down the stairs and I put an apron on to protect his shirt he gave me. As I stood behind the kitchen counter I asked "What will it be?" "Eggs and toast will be fine." Garth said. "2 eggs and toast coming right up." As I scrambled the eggs in the frying pan he talked about his wife and how they never really got along. "She never would have sucked me like you did. I'm glad I could experience it with you." "But what about the other guys you were telling me about?" I asked. "Oh. That never really happened. I was just telling you that so you would feel better. I didn't want you to feel like I had something against gay guys, since I guess I'm one now too." A smile came across my face and I placed the two eggs on a plate and started to butter the toast. I took his plate over to him and I fixed myself some cereal and sat across from him. After breakfast, we went downstairs again, but went through a door just before the bar. He flicked on the light. It was a home studio.He pushed a few buttons on the mixer and started playing a tape back. He went into the studio and sat in front of a mic. He forgot to turn it on I could tell by looking at the board, so I pressed the button for his vocal mic. I recognized the music from his "Roping the Wind" CD. The Song was "Shameless." And he began to sing: "Well I'm shameless, when it comes to loving you, I'll do anything you want me to. I'll do anything at all. And I'm standing here for all the world to see Oh baby, that's what's left of me. I don't have very far to fall. You know now I'm not a man who's ever been insecure about the world I've been livin in I don't break easy, I have my pride, But if you need to be satisfied. I'm shameless, oh honey I don't have a prayer. Every time I see you standin' there I go down upon my knees." He flashed a smile and I faded the music for him. I came out into the studio and hugged the now crying Garth Brooks. "It's ok. I'm sorry I pushed you into this." I said. "No... You didn't do anything. You fulfilled one of my biggest dreams. To explore who I really am. And I've found myself today." "Come on... let's go back to bed." We both grinned. In bed I called the station I worked for. I told them I had to quit the show. They nearly shit themselves. But I told them I had better things to do than sit in a studio wastin my life away being away from the man I loved. Garth asked me to tour with him, and I began to know every person in his band. Especially the guys in the band. The fiddle player was really hot (as in sexy) and I fantasized that Garth would seduce him sometime. But then that might move me out of the picture. I would like to thank Theo North for helping me edit and inspire me to write the sequel. Oh, and one more note. I love Garth Brooks. But I do not know all of the information about the people in the group of even Garth. If any of the information below is FALSE (dates that is) please LET ME KNOW. -=[ Garth's Top 40 - Part II - Chapter 2]=- I woke up in an empty bed. 'Great,' I thought to myself, 'he left me.' I realized that my clothes were stacked folded neatly by my bed. I smiled as I saw the shirt he had given me earlier that day. I could hear muffled music. I jumped up and threw my clothes on and ran down the stairs excitedly to his home studio. 'Maybe I haven't missed him yet afterall!' I thought. I threw open the door to see him sitting infront of him mic. This time he was singing an unfamiliar song, and he was dubbing it in to some mix tape. He just smiled when he saw me and kept singing to me: "Last night you shared your soul, And you didn't want to let me go. But then a light at the other end came a shinin' on me And I want you here, for eternity." It was a slow song, but I was cring him "The River". He came out of the recording studio and into the mix room where I was and he hugged me. He pinned me aginst the studio wall and started kissing me passionately. "I'm so glad your gonna come with me on my tour. I don't think I could live without you." Garth said. "And I as well. You don't know how much I love you." I said. "But I've got a pretty good idea," said Garth as he unbuttoned my shirt he had given me. In turn, I unbuttoned his shirt too. So now we were both semi-naked. He started kissing me all over and I just wanted to become him in every sense. I leaned over and started sucking on one of Garth's nipples twirling my tounge around one, then the other nipple. I kissed my way down to his navel, and then I knelt before him. As I was unbuttoning his Wrangler Jeans, I stood up and kissed him. After about 2 minutes we had to come up for air and while catching my breath I said "I Love You." "I love you more." Garth said. I went back down onto my kneese and pulled his thick cock out through his white briefs and started to tease the tip of his cockhead with my tounge. He moaned with pleasure as I tickled his cockhead with my tounge while stroking the length of his shaft. I then slowly went down on his cock sucking his cock deep into my throat while sliding my tounge all around his cock. He moaned even louder, and I couldn't help but realize that his moans and our sex was being taped because he forgot to switch off the audio mixer. I didn't let him know, however... He started to buck his hips but suddenly pulled out of my mouth. "I want you to eat my ass, Curt." He didn't have to ask twice. He turned around and put one of his legs up on the studio desk, spreading his hole wider and wider for my hungry tounge. I ate his ass like a hungry beast, invading his hole with my tounge. I got his hole real wide with my tounge and I had him begging for me to fuck him. I grabed some lube from a desk drawer and spread the gel on my fingers. I inserted my middle finger into his ass slowly, feeling the pressur of his ass around my finger. He was TIGHT! I slowly started to fuck his hole with my finger getting a nice steady slow rhythm. After a few minutes he was begging me to fuck him. I loved the control I had over my God. I stood behind him and asked him to turn around and suck my cock. He was a little nervous but didn't hesitate to drop to his knees since he was in heat. He took my cock in his mouth and started sucking like a baby on bottle. I didn't want him to suck me long, because I was about to come. So I pulled up and lifted him by the shoulders. I bent him over the table and slid my cock into his contracting hole. He cried out in pain or pleasure, I'm not sure. But anyway, I slid inch my solitary inch into the man I adored. I couldn't believe that I was fucking Garth. Of all people, Garth was now being impaled by my cock. What a rush. I started pumping into him like this was the last day on Earth to fuck. I wish I could have lasted longer, but on about the 10th stroke in his ass I came inside of him without warning. He moaned as his gut was filled up with my hot sperm. I just layed on top of him for a while, lost in the ecstasy of our love making. I almost drifted into a light sleep, but I was startled by the ringing of what sounded like a door bell. "SHIT" Garth said. "I forgot. Jimmy was going to come over to rehearse a new song." Jimmy was Garth's fiddle player in his group. He was another God I fantasized about. "My God," I thought to myself, "they must work in pairs!" We quickly put on our outfits and when Garth wasn't looking I pressed the STOP button on the tape recorder and rewound the tape. We hurried up the stairs and answered the door. Garth was right. Jimmy had came over to rehearse a new song (probably the same one Garth was singing). And he looked even better in person. I just gawked as I rememberd his stats in a magazine I read. "180 pounds, favorite colors, brown hair, blue eyes, GREAT body (but I was still in love with Garth), and tight jeans that outlined his cock and his ass beautifuly. "May I come in?" Jimmy asked. "Sure Jim." Garth said as he flashed a friendly smile. "So who is this?" Jim asked. "This is Curtis," Garth said, "He's a new friend." "Oh. Ok. Should we go to the song now?" "Relax Jim. It's a saturday, learn to relax." "Curt, you keep him entertained while I get us some beer." "No, that's ok, I can get them fo--" I was cut off in mid sentence by a hand covering my mouth. "NO. Sit." Garth said and pointed to the chair. OK I thought. I don't know the first thing about this guy. I guess I should start fresh. Garth went to get the beer and I decided maybe I should make small talk. "SO, how long have you been in Garth's group." Jim cleared his throat and then said, "for about half a year now. I joined when he started his Double Live tour." "Oh." I said nervously and just kinda twidled my thumbs. "So how did you meet Garth?" Jim asked. "He was on my top forty show last week, and we just 'hit it off' well together." I said with a smirk. We both started laughing. Did he know of Garth's hidden fantasies? No, he couldn't. From the looks of him, he was a straight as an arrow. Garth walked back in the room with two cases of beer. "So, do you two know each other now?" "Yeah." Jim responded. "That's great." Garth said as he handed each of us a beer. "Drink up boys... we have a lot to get done today." "Yeah," we said. I just kinda nursed my beer as we went downstairs into the recording studio. I laughed when I realized you could still smell sex in the studio and that our passion was recorded on the audio tape he was about to play back for Jim. Jim and Garth went into the studio and I was in charge of the mixer and the recording to master it and everything. The song came on and they started singing together, and Jim played his fiddle. It sounded really good. Then the song faded out and they came back into the studio... I just let the tape play for fun to see what would happen. Pretty soon you could hear everything. From Garth moaning to 'fuck me!'. Jim was needless to say, surprised and Garth was beat red. I had a huge grin on my face. "You asshole!" Garth said. "Hey, you let the tape running." I chuckkled. Garth turned to Jim, "Um, I'm sorry." "What the hell was that?" Jim asked Garth. "Well, I've found a new, um, wife so to speak, and he's in this room right now." "What the fuck?" Jim asked. I didn't know if Jim was homophobic or not. "How come you never told me you were gay?" "Well, Jim" said Garth, "I didn't know until my fan over here told me how much I meant to him... And it's not just the sex either... it's like a normal relationship, only with a guy." Silence filled the room. After a couple minutes it was broken when Jim said, "Well, I guess I'm gay too, Garth." Well... this blew my mind. More silence. This time, broken by Garth. "Are you sure, Jim?" "Yes... I've always had the hots for you. Remember on your HBO special "Live from Central Park" when you put your arm on my shoulder? Well, I wish I could have just turned to face you and kiss you on the lips.. except about 5 million people were watching!" "Jim, I never knew." Garth chimed. "Neither did I." Jim replied. -=[ Chapter 3 ]=- I stayed with Garth throughout the off-season and when he started touring again, I went along with him just as I had promised. His birthday was today. And I wanted to give him something special. I went out and bought a novelty item from an Adult Bookstore. It was a remote controlled butt plug that expanded and contracted like it was fucking someone. You could change the speed, vibrations, and my favorite, the width. I got hard just thinking about all the fun I would have. In his tour bus in his bedroom before the show, I pulled out a little box that was wrapped and it had for Garth on it. "What is this?" "A little thing for you to remember me by while you're in concert." Garth ripped open the paper like a ravage beast. "What the hell?" "It's a butt plug." I didn't tell him that it was remote controlled... I wanted him to figure that one out. "Here... bend over." Garth came over to me and I pulled out the lube I had in a desk draw of his bedroom and smeared up his asshole and then the butt plug. It had straps on it too to keep it from coming out. I fastened the straps and he was set. It had a little black peg that would stick out from his ass and press into the tight jeans so that when he would walk the butt plug would move inside of him. I bet he would have a hard on the entire show. Garth was already hard and he begged me to suck him off. "After the show, my love." He whined a little bit but I ignored him and helped him get dressed. Garth had gotten me front row seats and I could see him very closely. I could see the outline of his cock as he walked on stage. 'This is going to be good.' I thought to myself. But what garth didn't realize that the butt plug was remote controlled. I had the remote in my hand. I think I saw fear sweep over him when I showed him the controls and turned on the butt plug. I had it on low... for now. He was either going to have to get used to it, or be embarrased... I just laughed to myself. As the music for "Friends in low places" started, I started working Garth's hole with the robotic butt plug. I pulled the control from my pocket and set it to start expanding inside of him. I set it for four inches, but eventually would increase it. I then had it spread his asshole two inches wider than the one inch it was already at. He looked straight at me in horror. But tried his best to sing the song. I laughed my ass off. People thought he was drunk from the way he was walking and signing. I guess you would walk funny too if you had a dildo up your ass! The music and lights faded and it was time for garth to great the fans. So garth and about 20 screaming fans went backstage and before he got out of range I lowered the speed and vibrations of the dildo and decided to give him a bit of a break while he was talking to his fans. I set it on a random pattern though... I waited for garth outside of his dressing room and I played with the controls some more as we walked back to the bus. As soon as we were away from most of the fans garth tackled me. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He sounded angry but he was laughing. "You could have ruined my carear. "Yeah, but you always have me to fall back on." we both laughed. "True. Let's get back to the bus." He said while rubing his by now, sore ass. "I want the real thing after you totured me with this robo fuck." "OK... Race ya! LAST ONE THERE IS A LOUSY SINGER!" Garth beat me by a second or two and we scrambled up onto the bus. We went back to his bed room on the bus and he quickly got out of his jeans and his aching cock sprang up to life. "Wow... you could sure use a hand-- job..." I pulled the control box out of my pocket and started working his ass again. I pressed the "RANDOM FUCK" button on the control and the machine whirled and buzzed into life once more. Garth let out a frustrated groan. "Oh no... not again!" I knelt before garth as the toy fucked his ass violently. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him. He grabbed my head and force fucked my mouth. I loved the feeling of him being in control, but I knew I was the real person with the power... the power to drive him wild. He came in my mouth and I stood up and turned off the robo fuck and pulled it out of him. I quickly replaced it with my hard cock and started fucking his ass for all it was worth. He was so warm around my cock and I wanted this moment to last forever. I felt the cum starting up from my balls and traveling into my cock. I let out a loud moan as cum flew out of cock right as a knock came to the door. "You guys almost done?" It was Jim. I turned blood read. "Yeah, uh, Jim" trying to catch my breath. "We'll be out in a minute." **TO BE CONTINUTED** Please send comments or complaints to Curtis Kline . Thank you.