Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 07:53:23 EDT
From: Intelli727@aol.com
Subject: Male Rockband Breaks Barriers

DOGPOUND is organized by friends just out of high school who wanted to
play gigs on the side for the intended purpose of paying college tuition
in the fall. Santa Monica is a great launching pad for these kinds of
rockbands because of its proximity to starmakers and established
audiences consisting of Venice Beach, Malibu, and of course West
Hollywood. Also the beach and Pacific play influential roles where young
men and women are distinctly focused on physiques and sports of all
varieties -- from surfing to surfboarding, rollerblading to bicycling.
And of course swimming and jogging.

And a perfect physique is the foundation to carnal temptation. The better
one is in shape, the more he or she is prone to succumb to that
insatiable desire for sexual adventure. Healthy bodies produce more of
the juices essential to eroticism and wild abandon. It's Mother Nature's
way. Otherwise we wither and die.

Josh, Brian, Kyle, Jamey and Brandon form the band on a whim. It is not
their life's ambition. Maybe journalism or computer science engineering,
but not entertainment. The young men are near the heart of Tinsel Town, a
glamorous destination where so many dreams of stardom are dashed to
homelessness. Starving artists outnumber celebs in Beverly Hills. And,
after all, heavy metal bands are a dime-a-dozen on the coastal strip.

But what distinguishes the young men is their unique style in challenging
boundaries, actually breaking them. They'll do most anything to violate
established norms and conventional wisdom. DOGPOUND's lyrics are laced
with unapologetic profanity. The "F-word" is standard, no big deal; there
is no expression off the table. Local fans love the irreverence, the
breaking of the rules. DOGPOUND is fearless.

Plus DOGPOUND is a heavy-metal band of five great-looking guys who work
out every day, surf, swim and thus sculpture their bodies in an
unconscious sort of way not dependent on resolutions but simple enjoyment
of life and the outdoors. It's the natural state of being for them. While
other groups allow their bodies to slip into disrepair over time from
wear-and-tear, jetlag, and ultimate professional burnout, DOGPOUND is a
stark contrast. They are happy to be non-celebreties in more ways than
one. Attention is one thing, smothering a person's privacy is another.

Another common characteristic of Josh, Brian, Kyle, Jamey and Brandon:
They love nudity. Not so much looking at others in that condition, but
being so themselves. It's the feeling! The ecstasy of freedom, the
oneness with nature, and the celebration of life -- these are the
compelling elements -- not so much sexual, but to a degree sexual. Yet
only as part of the overall composition.

Josh, Brian, Kyle, Jamey and Brandon are unafraid to reveal their sexual
orientations. Josh and Brandon are lovers. Have been since tenth grade.
Brian and Jamey are bisexual, and Kyle is mostly straight but has a
little attraction for other males. Since the love for nudity is a love
for honesty, DOGPOUND is truthful, a refreshing attribute in a dishonest
world.

The summer is more than successful. DOGPOUND cannot keep up with all who
solicit bookings. Evidently they are on the path to stardom. College can
wait. Their niche is irreverent humor, unique sounds, and uncensored
lyrics. Plus the boys like to show off their bods which drives the crowds
wild. And they are amazing to look at. Their voices combined with their
looks is a recipe for success.

Four years later the band plays on. It's not just a fleeting fancy.

Josh, Brian, Kyle, Jamey and Brandon first appear on stage in heavy black
robes down to their bare feet. Then on signal they remove the robes to
expose all but their penises which are covered only by long stockings.
Exposing the ass on stage is legal in most states, no problem. DOGPOUND
prances around the platform as they put out great music.

The audience, mostly male, remove their shirts, throwing them into the
air. Lead singer Josh blasts profanity over the speakers, "Come on, you
mother-fuckers, we want to see some goddam cum action tonight! Whip out
your cocks, show me your tits and ass. Jesus Christ! Fuckin' mother of
god, I want some blasphemous shit around here. Fuckin' NOW!"

DOGPOUND's gigs become most famous for breaking all kinds of rules;
almost gets them arrested in San Diego, they're canceled in Bakersfield
and Fresno. Some call them the "sock boys" for their obvious trademark.
In one liberal county, they remove the socks, let it all hang out. Fans
go wild. Their uncensored cocks complement their uncensored music.

Europe beckons as fame expands like a cross-continental wave. In Sweden
DOGPOUND neglects to wear socks; no law against it. Ditto France, Germany
and the Czech Republic. Socks required in Portugal, Belgium and Ukraine.
More conservative.

Rio de Janeiro books them for Brazil's Mardi Gras. 200,000 show up to
watch and listen to them perform. Total nudity arrives in the last half
of the show. The audience reciprocates by baring all.

DOGPOUND wants to break one last taboo. They've already lifted their
socks and pissed on the audience, shit on stage, and run through the
crowd without socks. Their bodies are in such great shape, females and
males alike grab at them as they rush by. No souvenir slivers of shirts
at this event. How could they outdo and crash that last barrier?

At their performance in Sydney, DOGPOUND takes some Viagra before coming
on stage. All five cocks are erect as they remove their robes -- a
classic intro at every concert -- except this time there are no socks,
just raging hardons. Fans go wild. Josh, Brian, Kyle, Jamey and Brandon
perform in the aroused condition for around 45 minutes. Then Josh and
Brandon walk toward each other, embrace and lock lips, tongue on tongue.
The audience cheers and screams. There is an unmistakable shock to the
entire scene. No one has ever gone this far: two naked men embracing on
stage before 100,000 people.

Then as the shock slowly wears off, Josh gently glides Brandon to the
floor and begins to lubricate his anal canal with a solution already set
in place. Josh mounts Brandon with a thud as the band plays on as
accompaniment and watches in amusement. The crowd is spellbound now.
Unbelievable! Josh thrusts his 9" cock in and out of Brandon from behind
doggy-style, then faster and faster. The music is correlated to the
public fuck session. Incredible!

The show is over in 20 more minutes. The crowd yells its approval. Never
have they seen two men fuck on stage while their band kept rhythm.
Amazing.

Josh shoots his load into Brandon as Brandon's cock pulsates cream over
the stage floor. Then Josh withdraws his member and licks the cum oozing
out of Brandon's asscrack. The applause is deafening.

DOGPOUND is the start of a trend. Barriers are broken that allow others
to appear nude on stage and fuck in the open when they get the urge.
Nature takes its course.

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NOTE: The above story is written as a fiction-fantasy.

If interested, write to Intelli727@aol.com
Derek Hammil