~ THE AUDITION ~
Mr. Berlman ran an ad in the local Florida newspaper, advertising for a pop band looking for a record contract.
The following day a fairy band came to apply, they called themselves NFAIRIES*.
When the long, long audition was over Mr. Berlman sat the NFAIRES* down and tried to explain to them that they couldn’t carry a note to the shit house in a bucket, and questioned them on all on the jumping around and stomping.
The leader of NFAIRES* who’s name was BC, jumped up and yelled between his sniffing, that it was dancing and asked what that white stuff in that bowl beside the coffee maker was.
Before Mr. Berlman could answer, BC was over at the coffee maker snorting the sugar.
The ugly eyed one that went by Bance started crying uncontrollability, Bustin the billo pad head looking one, rushed over to him and tightly wrapped his arms around him, and started rocking him.
While the BIG cluts one that went by Boey, tried to get out of his seat to help Bustin with Bance, fell over his own feet and fell to the floor, putting a big nasty cut on his leg.
“HOT DAMN! I FEEL GREAT!” BC yelled out, as he returned to the group after sorting all of Mr. Berlman’s sugar.
“Mr. Berlman made Bance cry!” Bustin yelled to BC who was dancing around the room, then came a stop in front of Bance and Bustin, kicking Boey lying on the floor bleeding to death in the process.
“I love everyone, and I want to be on that box thingie over yoder.” The one that went by Bris yelled out, as he stood and jumped up and down and pointing to the big screen television in the corner.
“Bustin can you help me next, I kinda of need some help here.” Boey said, as his lips started turning blue.
“Bustin is my bitch, and I need it NOW!” BC yelled at Boey, as he is pulling Bustin from the sofa by his billoed head into his arms, causing Bance to cry harder.
“OH SHUT UP TIT BABY! I’LL DO YOU NEXT!” BC yelled out in anger, as he shoved Bustin to his knees in front of him.
“You Promise?” Bance asked, as a big smile came to his face.
“You know Mr. Berlman don’t have the good shit, so I’m really need some luvin.” BC said, as Bustin unzipped his pants and took them to his ankles.
“Bance! Come help Bustin!” BC said, as Bustin pulled BC underwear down to his ankles, then took his hot fat lips and sucked up BC left leg, as Bance joined in, on the right leg.
“I wanna help!” Bris yelled out in a childish tone, as he started jumping up and down, then rushed over and started licking BC ass cheeks.
“OOOOOOOO” BC moaned, as Bustin’s lips connected with his little peter.
“OOOOOOOOO play with my balls Bance,” BC struggled to say, as Bustins continued to suck on his small thingie.
“BC? I can’t find it.” Bance said, as BC evilly looked down at him.
“You can’t find them Bance, because he don’t have any.” Boey said as he started to laugh, as the blood was still pouring from his leg.
“What did you say faggot?” BC asked, as his head swiftly swung around to look at him.
“I’m SUPERMAN! You can’t hurt me NO MORE!” Boey struggles to say, as BC screamed out in ecstasy, as BRIS inserts the fifth finger up his ass.
“I’ll get back to your superman SHIT! MORE BRIS!” BC yelled as he leaned over the back of the sofa, pushing his little peter deeper into Bustin’s mouths causing him to choke.
“More Bris!” BC yelled.
“Huh, I only have five fingers sweetie.” Bris whispered, as he leaned over on BC’s back and caressed Bance on the head.
Bance looked up at Bris and smiled, as he continued to jack off Bustin who was pined against the sofa with BC’s little peter still stuck in his mouth.
“Well Fellows, the second show is WHOLE lot better than the first, but your whatever there is bleeding all over my carpet, I say we leave him out, and move this to my private, private bedroom in the next room.” Mr. Berlman said, as he stood up and pointed to Boey then to the door across the room.
“HEY!” Boey struggles to say with his last breath.
“You fairies can do a video without him, can’t you?” Mr. Berlman asked, as his lips where connecting with BC.
“Sure can, if you can get me some better stuff.” BC said, as Bance started to undo Mr. Berlman’s belt.
Mr. Berlman picked Bance up into his arms and kissed him roughly, as they walked over to the door.
BC grabbed hold of Bustins billo pad head and followed, with Bris still attached up to the elbow in BC ass.
I know all this happened! Because I was there!!!!! And I’m sorry to say I can’t tell you anymore because it’s JUST TO DAMN DISGUSTING!!!!! You’re probably asking, “Well who in the HELL are you?”
Well I was in the corner THE WHOLE TIME!
DAMN IT! DON’T YOU JUST LOVE IT!
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