Andy was sitting in a booth, looking at a map, a soda to one side. He looked up, feeling a stare bore into him. Across the room was a huge redneck, jeans tight around his thick quads, flannel shirt full of pec and lat, arms bare. The big man grinned at him, and sauntered over. His mullet erupted from under his red and white cap, the logo of a local tractor repair shop printed on it in faded and cracked black letters. Andy gulped as the man approached, noting the big bulge in the man's crotch.
Andy had on a costume that wasn't too terribly different. His jeans remained loose around his lean legs though, and he hardly filled the flannel shirt that he had found cheap at a secondhand store. The sleeves were cut off, but his lean arms were too thin to do the look much justice. Several buttons were undone, revealing Andy's thin chest, and the medallion hanging over it. A cheap cap finished the look. Andy hadn't been able to find a wig he liked, so he just covered his short hair with the hat.
Mitch slid onto the seat across the table from Andy, his big body seeming to take up the entire booth. "Howdy," he grinned, shooting Andy a crooked-toothed smile. His beard was rough-looking, and when he took a swig from his beer, a little bit of foam stayed in the mustache. "Don't think Ah've seen yew here bee-fore..." Mitch drawled, his eyes twinkling with interest. Andy gulped. He didn't know why, but he felt some strange pull from this hick. It was like this was what he had in his mind, when he made his costume. Yet he didn't have the man's physique, unfortunately. As for the teeth and hair, Andy preferred his own, although he had to admit, the man looked like an authentic redneck, through and through. Although he wouldn't want that hair or those teeth for himself, on the stranger, they were kind of sexy, he had to admit.
Where did that come from? Sexy? Really?
Suddenly confused, Andy looked at the man again. "Uh, I'm Andy..." he said, his voice quivering just a bit.
"Ah'm, Mitch," the hulking redneck replied, sticking out a big hand, taking Andy's and giving it a good shake. Mitch didn't squeeze hard, just enough to give Andy a taste of his strength. He looked Andy up and down. The boy was clean, his hands on the soft side. No old grease stains in his shirt. Mitch's eyes narrowed a bit, but a smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth. "Yew the coll-uhg boy with the tiny jap-uh-nees car out front?" Mitch asked, sounding amused.
Andy blushed. "Um, I was going to a party, but, um, got a little lost."
Mitch's smirk spread. He leaned back in the booth, bringing his hands up behind his head. His lats spread wide, straining his shirt. His biceps bulged enticingly, his thick upper arms rivaling his head in size. From his hairy armpits, a faint, manly stench wafted toward Andy, pungent and intoxicating all at once. Andy felt his cock harden. He'd never felt this way about a man before... and certainly didn't expect some hulking redneck to be the one that would change him! He shivered slightly, not even noticing the warmth coming from the amulet around his neck...