Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2008 02:16:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Stillman <novemberhourglass@yahoo.com>
Subject: g/m celebrity final  chapter--"The Naked Brothers Band--Really Naked"

	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.