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