The Naked Brothers Band--Really Naked
Chapter 3
By
Timothy Stillman
Name: David Levi Profession: Keyboard, guitar Group: The Naked Brothers Band Hair color: Gold. Glasses: wire rim Lips: Nicely red. Smile: Sexy and infectious Secret Love: Nat Wolff who only has eyes for....
Stop there, David said to himself as he stood in Nat's dressing room, in his dark jeans, and his red T-shirt, a dark jacket with edgings of plaid. He was standing in front of Nat's full-length mirror. Close to it. He had just done an insane thing. He closed his eyes. He kissed his mirror lips and tried to think--sure, Rose did it. Sure, she used lipstick and magic markers all over your dressing room. Valentine hearts and kisses and love you more than more and I have found this room this way, and sure what's a buddy and band member, a very important band member who would like to me more than just friends, Nat, going to do about all of this mess in your handsome dressing room? Why, clean it up of course and say, oh don't worry Rose with this, Nat, I'll handle her, don't even mention it to her, okay? OKAY?
I'm dead, David thought, I left all of this for you, and you must admit it really is quite artistic and done with love, you know, Nat? Love you're always singing and writing lyrics about, and c'mon it was the first day you introduced me to the keyboard I knew I loved you. Standing close to you as you showed me how, seeing your lithe body in just jeans and shirt, like all kids wear, and sure we knew each other for a number of years and on and on and I wanted you to see my thick crop of gold hair. Like the sun, right Nat? Your dark hair of night and mine of summer days, come on, I have a cute chipmunk smile and I have a nice penis too if I may be so bold about my sweet little boy body that would like to, if you have nothing else to do for a decade or two, twirl around your limber long body, naked as you please, and just sit the rest of the day or the century out and I will hide from you, Nat, I will never tell you I buy all the magazines with us in them, and there is my picture next to you, and I'm smiling and the smile is directed to you in the opposite picture, cause I knew the layout would turn out that way--call it--kismet? Huh, Nat old pal o' mine.
Get ready, David, he told himself, Nat's gonna be here any minute and I sure wish I knew what my true love throb forever more looks like naked and how his cock looks, mine is almost three inches and I can come four times in a day if I have a chance and it's always me looking at the teen mags and the Nickelodeon mags like crush school kid fans out there, instead of me right up on that stage with you and I can pull this off, though I'd rather pull something else off, lots of clothing, yours and mine, and I can lie my way out of this mess in your room and I am...
`WTF?" Screamed Nat as he walked into the room. Saw the lipstick scrawled by a shaky hand, not the sure keyboard hands that his secret love name of David Levi had, so that's one point in my favor, David thought and said as he turned in much fear to look at Nat, scared and scarder still and he prepared to say the many times in the last hour rehearsed line as he had done everything but scream on the walls DAVID LOVES NAT YOU PUTZ WHY SCREW AROUND WITH HER??? But had restrained himself, so in a very quivery reedy voice, he looked at Nat's chin, that was as brave as it was going to get, and said those well rehearsed words he could do in his sleep:
"It was me who did it Nat and I'm sorry and I love you and I'm really sorry but I can't go on this way--" Then his glasses slipped down his nose, for he was perspiring so much even though the room was cold to keep the makeup and the stars fresh for performances, like sex performances, maybe? The hamster in the boy's head just would not leave hormone alley, but David had enough preposition to catch the glasses one-handed, mind you before they slipped all the way down to his mouth and putting them back properly he did the only thing a guy could do when he had just blabbed to the guy he loved that he loved the guy and btw I wrecked your dressing room too to show you how much. David gathered up speed and raced like hell out of the room, almost knocking over the partly costumed for the performance of the NBB in a few hours. David slammed the door on the way out, almost knocking over Thomas in mid-stride in his walk to Nat's dressing room.
"Hey, Dude, where's the fire?"
Oh great, Nat's going to tell everybody and I don't know where to go but home, so I'll go home and my career is over and my life is over and he would have died truly and for always had he known that sometimes when Nat and Rose were making out with each other and with Alex, he would have dug a hole to Georgia and hidden in it if he had known that when love making, Nat would sometimes think of David, and sometimes dream of David and if truth be known he sometimes masturbated thinking of David. And once called Alex David when Alex was sucking his brother's cock and had to do some tall explaining to the surprised little brother after David came a lot of cum in his brother's tiny mouth and throat.
He would miss the concert; he would live in never to be realized dreams. He would not be able to avoid seeing the NBB with their new keyboard player, he would not be able to ever think of the good stuff without remembering how he trashed Nat's trailer and now everybody would know he was gay and he had to watch every gesture, every body stance, every nuance, everything he liked and everything he loved, he would have to grow pubic hair which he had always dreaded, for he liked so much, had now once upon a time liked so much being a young boy, he would have to grow--gross, yuk--hair on his chest and he would have to be a construction worker or something and when through a complete blackout he somehow revived enough to realize he was in his room and was lying cross ways on his bed and crying his heart out. He had put his glasses on the side table before he lay down, he supposed because he was a very neat and tidy boy and he would have to stop doing that and be careful not to wear his Sponge Bob Square Pants undies anymore, but real man boxers with Gold's Gym stitched on--no, going to far to the other side of gaydar. Oh hell....
And like a dream, but real, suddenly someone was sitting on David's bed in his too childishly decorated bedroom, and this somebody was pulling him to this person's chest and David cried even more, put his arms around the thin waist of Nat as Nat leaned down and kissed the top of David's gold thatched hair. David blubbered that he was so sorry about the room and the mess and saying something he didn't mean, but at that moment, Nat took David's quivering head and touched him under the chin, so David opened his eyes and looked into those kind deep introspective eyes of Nat and without thinking, David so desperate, moved to kiss Nat on the lips, but Nat kissed him first. And it was a quiet love as Nat began to take off David's jacket as he had David sit up. Then he helped David pull off his red shirt over his head, mussing David's hair as Nat smoothed it down again.
Nat kissed David's tiny nipples. Though tiny as they were, they sent huge electrical stabs through the boy's sexed up body as Nat put David's hand on Nat's crotch so the amazed heart throbbing boy could see how Nat wanted him. David with fear Nat was playing a joke. But Nat was not mean, and though they all played jokes on each other, it wouldn't be something like this.
Nat said, kissing the blond boy with passion, "Didn't you see me looking at you when you were playing the keyboard. All the songs I wrote for you? All the eye contact I tried to make with you? All the things I tried to say...." Now Nat begin to cry and David was in the odd position of reassuring the greatest boy and leader of the world's greatest boy band in the world as Nat laid his sweet face on David's bare chest.
"Rose," David said before thought. Knowing he had blown it. With the reminder, Nat would come to his senses, ask what had gotten into him, blush and eyes downcast, with rueful little grin, leave.
But Nat kissed David's tummy and said, "It's confusing as hell," then told David the secrets about how he felt, fantasies, pretending Rose was David. "Don't want to hurt you. Swear I don't." Then Nat looked teary-eyed and perplexed and needy at David who was stunned his boy god wanted him and needed help, this idol of millions. So David in awe told Nat in quivery whisper, "Let's make love."
Taking off clothes had never been sexier. First, Nat's white and green checked shirt. Smooth creamy chest. Little brown hard nipples that David puppy dog licked. Then lightly bit causing Nat to laugh and wince. His long expressive fingers dug into David's arms as Nat took off his own shoes and socks and David's. Then Nat loomed over the boy with butterflies, a million at least in each of their stomachs, helped David with unsure hands unbuckle his belt, both boys caught in each other's eyes as if in amber, and pull down David's black jeans too the Sponge Bob undies which David was so ashamed of now but Nat kissed them all over before pulling David's jeans all the way off as David looked at his young boy erection standing in his undies then Nat was taking them off almost reverently this fragile golden boy.
Nat took off his own jeans as David sat up to help and both laughed at Nat's NBB briefs. He told David he had had them made up for the band as a surprise, and David was the first to know. David took them down, to get an up-close look at Nat Wolff's small patch of dark pubic hair. Then Nat's penis erect standing up quiveringly happy as David bolder and bolder, held the glans close, opened Nat's pink piss slit, examined the little curve at the bottom of the slightly curved shaft, smooth and spongy and warm and he thought, all mine hehehe. He examined Nat's balls, round and unwrinkled, then he kissed and sucked everywhere as Nat clenched David's shoulders as the blond naked boy kneeled before the idol of millions of girls and more than a few boys around the world and with his wet little mouth and gave him head as Nat all but screamed in turned on bliss as he rubbed David's smooth hairless body, playing with David's three smooth pink little pulsing warm erection and his tight little ball sac and with David's back and cushiony curved butt.
Nat was bent over looking at that lovely perfect sexy face as the boy gobbled his penis. David was sucking harder as Nat fucked that mouth in, of course he being Nat, rhythm. The Feeling. The seeing his dream come true--his cock in his dream come true's mouth. As David saw and felt his own dream come true as Nat was now tensing more. His cock swelled with David's tongue all over his cock. As the tickle tic tock on the underside of the shaft begin, he started to pull out but David shook his head no, grabbing the shaft. Putting it inside. Massaging Nat's balls. Which did it. Hair sweaty hanging in his eyes. Gripping David's head. Crying out. He Came. Three. Four. Five loads. David's mouth was unprepared. So Nat put his own mouth to David's to help out.
After a time, Nat sucked off David who got to see and feel the reverse of what he had done to Nat. They played with each other. Each opened the other's hip and tongued their rosebuds. All of which got them hard again so they jacked each other off. David's pure liquid cum landed around his navel. Nat licked it all gone. As David sucked up Nat's sticky more white. Then they cuddled and drifted.
Soon it was time to dress and get ready for tonight's show.
Nat was getting dressed, but David was still nakedly lying there, legs drawn up, sad looking.
"Hey, Lazy Bones. Get cracking." Nat was dressed and looking at him.
"Y-y-ou still want me in NBB?" David asked softly.
"What???" Nat sat beside him, stroked David's arms. Held his hands. "We just made love. I did not think of her" (or Alex) "one single time." David looked at him, and smiled winsomely. "And your dressing room?" Nat rubbed gently David's body. "If you hadn't, we might never have hooked up and would have gone through the rest of our lives not knowing. Get dressed. It's not NBB without you."
So David hopped up to get dressed. Nat held David's penis that grew again. Nat kissed him and said he hoped to do this and more again soon. David nodded eagerly. Nat watched with akimbo happiness as David dressed.
As Nat ushered their way out the door, he said to David, "I'll say the lipstick drawings were by a fan who got past security and I just may leave them cause whoever did it has budding artistic talent," Nat continued as they walked out of the house. David hugged himself in glee--"Think so, Nat?"
Nat put his arm round David's shoulder as they began walking down the city sidewalk among all those lonely strangers.
David's Theme
I see you alone, You're smiling so brave In a city of strangers. I try to catch your eye, But you are always turning Away. `Fraid of the dangers. Boy in the sky. Always flying away. Skies are pretty in Autumn, Who's sharing your day? But isn't it more than A little lonely up there? All by yourself? Flying nowhere? A smile can just take you So far, It's gotta be for someone else. Brave as you are, So why don't you fly To me? Nights with their stars Proclaim such a lonesome Infamy. So take a chance. I'm confused too And could use Some of your cheerful Company. So take a chance on Me. I'll take a chance on You. And we'll see what Our brave smiles can do. And we'll see what our Brave smiles can do.