The Naked Brothers Band--Really Naked--Truth in Advertising
By
Tim Stillman and Dover
Man, Nat was thinking while Alex was blowing him in front of the whole crowd as everyone cheered as their eyes bugged out at the art deco lion's cage on stage with the candy colored writing in circus big bold lettering, " See Jungle Boy Alex," with said jungle boy, name of Alex, who had stripped off his mostly not there anyway leopard spotted Tarzan trunks and shoulder strap that was little more than a peek-a-boo any way, as the rest of the NBB was playing hit songs to the left and right of the stage, to the cheering crowd, how, thought one tiny part of his otherwise lusting brain, thought Nat, did we ever come to this? And, is this boy heaven?
Multi-colored lights were twirling around in circles as moon dust blue smoke rose from the concealed pin prick holes in the stage flooring, as a sold-out crowd had eyes getting eye dizzy from trying to figure out what part of the dream concert they should feast their orbs on when so much was happening, and they couldn't miss any of it. The songs were background; the roars of Alex were the trumpeters of a boy found lost in a wonderland that even the wonderland known as NBB had never achieved before.
There were the growls of Alex picked up on mikes and strewn across the huge theatre so threaded with sexuality, as the other NBB members were also naked, each, gold hair, dreadlocks, business glasses, all the highlights of the group in all their feted glory, with clock watch here and horn rimmed glasses there, but no clothing of any kind, as Rose looked on, and the groupies, boys and girls, were at the apron of the stage, being held back by sheer disbelief that went OMG-delicate as a dandelion-don't believe it too much--it might vanish.
There were Crazy Car songs and Nat's softest love ballads, and milk moo cartons a plenty' and the kids in the audience were finally ripping off their clothes and were gyrating to the music of the getting naked band, and the music of Alex's sucking off his brother who was moaning so loudly and so sexily, all amplified throughout the auditorium and making a delicious music of its own.
Alex had beaten his chest in the cage, he had swung of a vine of plastic, said plastic broke, which spilled Jungle Boy into a little pan of water symbolizing a lake, which had wet his costume enough that he had to take it off so he wouldn't get a cold, after all, health is next to godliness, and a boy who drinks his per diem daily quotient of milk surely knows the rudimentary things of clean living and health.
So he had to take off the costume and be naked all the way through the show, as the band played on, the other NBBers clothed at that point, pretending they saw Alex in the lion cage not at all, while the audience was stunned into shock, like wax figures, while the NBBers held their laughter inside; when the audience started to break the ice as one girl screamed, which set off another girl, then a boy, and soon the whole joint was rocking. No one could really say when the whole thing went totally monde group sex. Nobody had told Alex anyone would be in the cage with him, or that scalpers had been selling huge mark up tickets for certain unnamed treats in store for the kids of the parents whose bank accounts were to go lacking for a time to come, but the deal was this--for an obscene amount of money, any boy and or girl under the age of fifteen or so would be allowed to spend time in the lion cage with Alex for ten minutes, within which time they would be
allowed to do anything they wanted to do, and the only NBBer who was in on that part was Nat, who also knew he would be the one to get to go first.
An odd propriety had taken place for skins and shirts as it usually does; after the screams of hard ons and wet pussies had died down, the accoutrements of sexual urges had built and built, but a certain silence had ensued again, as though if certain members of the audience gave it away by cheering and stomping their feet, then Alex would suddenly be aware that he was buck naked, when of course it made no sense; how could Alex not know he was buck naked when he was--to coin a phrase--buck naked? Still the crowd psychology was in play. So to speak.
Until Nat, in mid keyboard vocal, walked up to the stage mike and started, clear as day, this night, in the rosy green glowy golden light and star twinkle effects, taking off his shirt, like nothing unusual, then as the crowd glommed onto his naked chest and slim stomach, and the starting of the v's on each side of him that ran down to his crotch, heretofore seen only when having bought the Naked Brothers Band Season One DVD and used a generous amount of time seeing his slowly changing shirts, his lovely tits, and chest and belly button, and abdomen, when using the step motions or slow mo, or who had seen the scene on Utube, as the crowd now began to see him taking off his shoes and socks, and then, his pants and there was nothing under his pants but----
Nat. With a hard dick and tight balls and when he started wanking to his music, using his penis as a guitar of love licks, the gargantuan cheers and applause started up again, as Alex, oh where to look? -Where to look? --Had started masturbating and hopping up and down like a monkey, as the naked Nat, this time Truth in Advertising and no longer bait and switch of the name of the group, licked his lips with his tongue, closed his eyes and sighed and moaned mightily, as he rubbed his nice smooth foreskin up and down his penis making it neatly hard as he pointed the slitted head out to the audience which now shimmered and grooved, became human sex rainbows, and went into strategic uproar.
As the band stopped playing, couldn't be heard anyway, and began stripping each other and themselves, and kissing and hugging and feeling and sexing, and the audience slathered and stood up, boys unzipping their flies, girls taking their panties down, since it appeared the kids on stage knew what they were doing, and indeed Rose, girl of Nat, had stripped off her clothes and Nat was now having his penis jacked off by her, pretty much everybody figured out the band was cumulatively aware of what they and the others were doing, just simply let good old sexuality take over, and started ripping their own clothes off and going to town and some way past the suburbs with each other and with themselves, the shy ones with themselves that would be of course, because for some there is no place lonelier than a crowd, especially a rutting fucking one as this had turned into.
So when numbers flashed on the stage in giant golden halo letters and girls and boys in the audience remembered their special treats tickets, after some fun romps finding the tickets in their clothes, pardon me cute thing, did I leave my ticket up your boy hole, and can I go see? --
--Thus rushing to the stage where Nat was being wanked by Rose, as the door in the glass magically opened as only the winners ran through, though all were winners tonight, he was brought to his senses enough by pummeling fists of the eager beyond words now stripped naked boys and girls, who still did not know what they had won, and after having jism fly out of his once in a lifetime to be seen by the general public--Nat's naked cock as it spurted over Rose's head and into the hair of the first girl in line, her name oddly and ironically enough being Mary, fate, what are you going to do with it?
--- After Nat fell to the floor on his back in sexual bliss and various members of the golden ticket club no longer pummeled him, but simply, as wont goes to wont, had their way with him; so Nat, in order to save from being sexed to death, he clumsily, and Nat never ever did anything clumsily, though he did this time, took their tickets, stood and almost fell over with naked rah, as he went to the lion cage, opened the unlocked door, locked it, where from inside he told the winners what they had won--after he got through with his baby brother first.
Though Nat was quite spent, in an economy that spent sex here and found it more delightful the joys this money could and would bring, Alex unspent him and they were going at it, as Nat propped himself against the wiggly surreal wavy bars at the back of the cage, and blew Nat to a hi do you do? When Nat popped another quite generous load of jism, this time, in Alex' s mouth, to the delight of Alex and Nat too and everybody watching, golden ticket or not, if there were cute boys and cute girls in the audience, and there definitely were, well, then, everybody was in for a Once in a Lifetime here tonight, so go for it.
Finally. At long last. The whole place was a naked orgy, so when a boy got in with Alex, and then a girl, and then another boy, each of whom in their own way and desires, got to blow, be blown, fucked, be fucked by not only Jungle Boy but Nat the Dreampuff himself, there were kids with the other NBBers and kids in the aisles, and kids on the stage, and penises spewed and girls came and mouths were stoked and asses were rimmed and penetrated, so in the middle of this Leroi Neiman writhing passion pit of ambidextrous linked kids who were less than the whole and more than the hole and waiting for the hole and the music carried on, on tape, and the boys who spread their cheeks and the girls who climbed David Levi and carried him to their boyfriends who got off on seeing their girls get off on seeing their boyfriends get off on fucking, sucking, etc. David, and filling up sexual positions in some kind of politeness that would have done their parents good to see-and where were all the adults anyway? They couldn't be found--who cared--there were dreadlocks to be pulled and there were horn rimmed glasses to be cummed on, and to have known, these absentee adults would have marveled that children still without being told had a certain sense of decorum in their absence--and waiting their turn with Alex in the cage meant Alex in the cage was lost in the throng of hundreds of kids going at each other, and had lost his star attraction which might one day put him out in the gutter of life as a lost milk junkie, but when the stars discovered they were just kids like all the others, it seemed to liberate the band. They got to be just like everyone else, which from their viewpoint was pretty cool.
Knowing this was their last performance; how could the publicity be quelled? What was in store for all of them now? But even if it could, how could the band ever top it? Because the Naked Brothers Band had finally lived up to what everyone wanted them to be--dammit--naked, so as the hours wee ended into dusk of the following day, there was not much left but spent audience and spent band members and everybody got to fuck everybody and scream and moan and cry and lose their virginity, more virgins there than one might imagine, and scalped ticket prices were handed back by Nat who was always a fair minded guy, to the children to give back to their parents, for Alex was fucked 49 times and sucked 68 times, and he had fucked 55 times and had sucked 44 times, approximately, and everyone was seemingly drunk and stoned at the hours, crashed naked asleep in the most interesting positions with each other, When some woke groggily, then others, when they decided to walk, some funnily and with some pain, to their clothes, or near enough to be like their clothes, or not near enough to be like their clothes, and stumble half dressed into the dim morning sunlight.
The band was left on stage when everyone else was gone. Alex was stuck by his penis in David's cute bouncy rear, while David's penis was stuck into Nat's little chub rear, and others were sleeping in and on each other, Nat's nose in Rose's snatch. Eventually David woke, and after yawning and kissing Nat and making it with him, and this time with Rose and Alex one more dreamy eyed time, then after cumming, they woke the others up who kissed and felt each others up, and someone said it was time to go home. So, sadly, they began to prepare to leave. Alex went over to the lion's cage and pulled out the wavery bars which were really coated with taffy and tootsie roles, he rolled out one of the carts of milk which had been for the audience, so everybody sat around, half-clothed, and ate lion cage bars of candy and thirstily drank milk. Lots of the milk poured out of Alex's sweet mouth as he laughed before he had swallowed, so everybody had to lick his still naked chest cleaned, after all, it is the neat thing to do.
Thank you to Dover for the expert concepts in the previous chapter and in this one especially.