Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2005 10:17:14 +1000
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: How're They Hangin Section 3.

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HOW'RE THEY HANGIN'.

>From Section 2.

Sam grew quickly in Andy's hand and in moments they were both fully
aroused.  Andy held both their cocks pressed together, eyes closed in
pleasure, when Sam suddenly jerked away from him.

What?....  He opened his eyes to see Sam staring over his shoulder.

"Here they are!  They're still in the shower.  Come on you two, turn the
water off.  It's time to get moving."


Section 3.

Oh no!  What were they doing here?  How did they get in?  They were meant
to ring.  Andy was closest to the shower door so when the water stopped he
had to turn round and open it.  Tim stared and grinned, and when Andy moved
out of the way he stared again, then yelled,

"Todd!  Look at this!  They've both got boners.  You should see 'em!"

His voice softened as Todd appeared in the bathroom doorway.

"Man!  Look at that!  Stand close to each other so we can check 'em out."

"Totally sprung!  I told you we'd get 'em Tim."

"How come you're still in the shower?  You were meant to start having it as
soon as you woke up.  You been there all the time?"

"Um!  Yes!"

"Hey Todd!  They're really into it.  This must be their second time."

"What were you doing all that time Sam?"

Sam was flustered by Tim's question and took a moment to answer.

"We were ... Um!.... checking out each others muscles."

This just made Tim and Todd look at each other and laugh.

"Have you had any breakfast yet?"

Andy and Sam both shook their heads, then started drying themselves when
Tim tossed over their towels.  Next they went to the kitchen with Tim and
Todd talking flat out.

"Man!  It's nearly a quarter to!  They were in there forty minutes."

"Forty minutes!  They must be really clean."

"Yeah!  All that rubbing!"

"So was it worth getting the taxi then?"

Everyone had some breakfast.  Tim and Todd hadn't had any either and Andy
was busy making toast and hot drinks while the others chose from his small
range of cereals.  It felt really weird handing out drinks and stuff in the
nude.  Tim had just said to wait till later when Andy asked about their
clothes.  When everyone was finished Todd took it on himself to wash all
the dishes, which sort of surprised Andy.  In the living room, Tim and Todd
sat next to each other on the sofa and Andy and Sam had to stand in front
of them.

"Tell us what happened!  We've been dieing to know!"

"Do I really have to Tim?"

Tim looked at Todd with a grin.

"Okay Andy!  Just answer the questions then.  How long before you got stuck
together?"

"Nearly straight away when I got home."

"Who got the first boner?"

"Um! I did!"

"Did you keep getting stuck all night?"

"No!  Three times I think."

"Only three?  Jeez Todd!  They figured that out quick!"

"I know!  And they must have stayed on the bed nearly all the time too."

.........Everyone was looking at Sam, red in the face and using his hands
to cover a new boner, which had appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey Sam!  You don't have to be shy with us.  Stick your hands beside you
and take your turn."

"Sam K. Bey!  Did you enjoy last night?"

Andy watched the unfocussed look momentarily appear on Sam's face before he
started speaking.

"It was the best night I've ever had."

"D'ya wanna do it again?"

"Yes!  Whenever I can!"

With every answer Sam gave, Andy liked him more and more.  It made him feel
kind of guilty hearing what Sam really thought, but it was so interesting
too.

"Andy said you both shot three times last night.  Which time did you like
the most?"

He'd said that? Andy didn't remember it and wondered if they'd zapped him.

"I don't know!  They were all the best."

"Tell us some things you like."

"I like everything."

"Tell us a couple then."

"I like holding Andy's cock while he' shooting."  I like it when he hugs
me.  I like it when his hand runs up and down the middle of my back.  I
like the funny noises he makes.  I like feeling him go from soft to hard."

"You can hold him now if you like!"

Sam's hand slipped round Andy's dick and started gently playing while he
continued talking. Was that why Sam had been so aroused and embarrassed
looking before? Andy was even more certain he'd been zapped now and
probably held Sam the same way.

"I like it when he gets me to be on top of him.  I like the way he plays
with my Robin-pack even when I'm soft.  I like it when he calls me Sam the
Stud."

"Sam the Stud?  Hey? Why does he say that?"

"Because I'm ready to start again soon after I've had my orgasm."

"What would you like Andy to do with you tonight?"

"Whatever he likes."

"That's the same answer Andy said!"

"I know and it's the same for me."

It was?  Andy knew definitely that he'd been zapped now.  The questions
went on and on with Andy getting harder and harder, while Sam held him and
answered everything that Todd and Tim were interested in.

"Sam?  You're going to do whatever I tell you.  Is that right?"

"Yes!"

"Say it for us!"

"I'm going to do whatever Todd tells me."

"Clever Sam!  Now say it in a strong voice till I tell you to stop, and
each time you'll mean it more and more."

"I'm going to do whatever Todd tells me!  I'm going to do whatever Todd
tells me!  .  .  .  .  I'm going to do whatever Todd tells me!"

It must have been twenty or thirty times before Todd stopped him.

"That's it Sam!  You're happy and relaxed and you know we all like you.
Okay"

Sam smiled, then jerked his hand away as he realised what he was doing in
front of Tim and Todd.  Andy had to sit on the sofa now.

"Sam!  Kneel in front of Andy and put your hands on his thighs.  That's it!
Further up so you can rest your arms as well."

Andy jumped a little and the pleasure from Sam's hands on his skin, sent
tingly messages to his groin.  God!  They were sure seeing plenty of him
this morning.

"Hey Todd!  What happens next?  I've forgotten."

Todd whispered in his ear.  Tim laughed and they high-fived.

"Nope!  We'll never get going if they start that.  Grab the gel tube for
us."

For the next quarter of an hour Andy practiced putting gel into Sam's hair,
then swapped places while Sam did the same for him with the two experts
guiding them.

"Todd you knacker-head, that's not right.  He looks like a dork."

"Yes it is!  His hair's too long.  You have to do it like that!"

They argued so much that in the end Tim taught Sam and Todd taught Andy.

"Where're we going first?  The movie or the Sunday market?"

"Has to be the market.  It finishes at one, then we can see the movie in
the arvo."

This sounded great.  The Sunday market was only on once a month at the
Eastern Beach fore-shore.  Andy always checked it out, when he remembered,
because you never knew what would turn up.  There was a trash and treasure
section where people sold all sorts of junk, and an arts and craft area.
The buskers and soapbox area was always the most interesting, with groups
of people clustered round the different entertainers or listening to the
speakers with their radical ideas.  At the other end the city council
always organised a band or group of some kind to put on free entertainment,
and the kids fun-fair next to the beach would be open as well.  Tim had it
worked out to leave the car in the theater park then walk to the market
which was only fifteen minutes away.


Andy decided that Tim was mad, Todd was a loony and you couldn't help
laughing at them.  He was speaking in a loud voice, which would normally
annoy people, but since he smiled and put on the charm so much at the same
time he got away with it.  People looked at them and they sure heard his
crazy comments.

"Andy!  Did you see the doctor about your belly button yet?

When are you getting the water fixed?  You shouldn't go for a week without
a shower.

Hey Todd!  Sing that song about your grandma.

Andy!  How come you dropped that cat out the window?"

At one corner they stood for five minutes looking up into the sky and
pointing, as if there was something there, just to see how many people they
could suck in to do the same.  Todd was nearly bursting himself trying to
be serious and the laughter and high-fives erupted as soon as they crossed
the street.

"Man!  How was that guy who could see the little black thing?"

"How're they hangin' Andy?"

"Like baseballs Tim!"

Andy blushed at the grins of four guys walking past in the other
direction. Tim sure knew how to pick the moment.  Andy wondered what other
answers he'd end up giving to this question that Tim liked so much.  By the
time they reached the market they all had their T-shirts off and tucked
into the back of their cargoes, hanging down just the right amount of
course, after a couple of other young guys with sunnies and tips went
walking by on the other side of the road, and Tim decided it was the right
look.  Tim threw money left right and centre.  If he saw something
interesting that was it.  You could see his mind ticking over, wondering
how he could use things, at least that's what Andy thought.

"Hey Todd!  Check this out!"

It was a novelty stand with cheap wigs made from artificial material of
some kind, and Tim was looking at himself in the mirror provided.  One by
one they all tried on the straggly-haired, bright red, mop-style sample.
God no!  They all looked silly in it, but Tim decided it suited Andy best,
in other words made him look the dorkiest, and bought it.  By the time they
left the stall Sam had a blue, curly headed clown-style wig, Todd was
wearing a silver Martian hairdo and Tim was a black-haired Elvis
look-alike.  The stall guy was grinning at Todd's Martian voices and when
Tim started swinging his hips and playing an imaginary guitar he cut the
total price from $20 down to $15.  They went off to the buskers for a
while, and joined the crowd round a guy with a banjo who sounded great.
Next was a magician, who did a few tricks with hankies and stuff, then got
out a mini version of a French Revolution guillotine and demonstrated how
sharp it was by slicing a carrot into little pieces.  When he wanted a
volunteer he got one.  Straight away.  Andy of course, when Tim sent him.
The magician went on with his spiel about how this was the first time he'd
ever done this trick, was fairly sure it would work, and hoped he wouldn't
spoil Andy's lovely hairdo if his head fell in the bucket.  It didn't of
course, but it still felt pretty weird when that big lever came slamming
down.  Andy was the bravest, best assistant he'd ever had and was rewarded
with a bunch of plastic flowers pinned in his 'beautiful red hair', and a
junior magicians wand.  Tim and Todd totally cracked up at this, and when
Andy was given a lesson in front of the audience on how to use his new wand
-- the high-fives really got going.  The flowers had to stay there, because
they suited him, and Tim promptly decided it was a fairy wand rather than a
magician's wand.

"I don't get!"

"Todd you ball-brain!  Fairy is another word for gay."

"Oh yeah!  Hey Tim!...."

The dreaded whispering started and for the next half-hour Andy found
himself waving his wand whenever he saw a good-looking guy.  When the guy
was close enough to notice the plastic wand waving in his direction, Andy
could feel his face trying to match the colour of his hair and he wanted to
shove the flowers in the bin.  The wigs came off after about an hour.  The
novelty had worn off and besides, Todd had found some masks.

"Look at these!  We wanted masks last night and here they are."

The wigs went into the back-pack and Andy and Sam, equipped with little
plastic guns and wearing black Robin type masks, found themselves dodging
behind trees and shooting at each other for five minutes.

"C'mon Andy! Let's hear lot's more pow-pows and bullet wound sounds!"

Complaints that they weren't little kids just made Tim and Todd enjoy it
all the more.  The masks went into the back-pack when they reached a
t-shirt stand.  Tim stopped to look through a rack of shirts with skulls,
monsters, demon's faces or mushroom clouds printed on them.

"Look at this one Todd!  It's awesome!"

"Man!  You have to get it!  How much?"

"$15!"

"That's as cheap as.  It would be twice as much as that in the shops."

The stall guy, wearing a dark blue shirt with a blood red mushroom cloud,
told them it was $50 in the shops but there was only one place in Melbourne
where you could get them.  Melbourne was 80 kilometres away and that
decided Tim.

"I'm getting it!"

"Look around first!  There's lots of other racks with good stuff too."

The guy could see that Tim had made up his mind and was most likely hoping
to sell even more.

"Hey!  If you get one each you can have that one for free."

That clinched it for Tim.  The search was on.  While they were looking the
guy explained that a mate did all the designs and they were all originals.
Tim tried on his first choice, a black shirt with two evil looking snakes,
one coiling up on each side with its fangs fastening on a stylised nipple,
right where Tim's own nipples would be.  The guy grinned at him.

"Tuck the shirt in your shorts and you'll get the full effect."

Andy wouldn't have been seen dead in it.  The design made it look like the
entwined snake's bodies originated right in Tim's groin.  Todd's eyes
bugged out.

"Tim!  That is so evil!  You have to get it!"

Tim was looking like he'd be happy to pay the fifty bucks by now and the
shirt was set aside as a definite sale.

"Is there another one like yours?  That mushroom cloud's neat."

"Yeah!  But there's a better one.  Hang on and I'll get it out for you."

He went to a rack in his van and came back with a similar design to what he
was wearing, except that drops of blood were oozing out of the cloud and
falling onto mounds of bones and skulls.  That went on to the definite
pile.

"What are those shirts in the van?"

Todd's curiosity worked.

"You can have a look if you like.  They're a bit strong to sell much here
so we didn't put them out."

Todd and Tim were in like a shot.

"Hey Andy!  Try this on!"

They were holding up a black T-shirt with a picture of a kind of hooded
pink whale sending up a huge white spout of water.  -- Thah She Blows! --
written at the top, with the water spreading wide beneath it.  As soon as
he had it on Andy felt like screaming.  With the T-shirt tucked in, the
body of the whale disappeared leaving just the funny hooded top.  It now
looked like the head of a great, fat, happy dick with a smiling face.  No!
No!  No!  Please no!

"Oh yeah!  You'll love to wear this won't you Andy?"

"Yes Tim!"

The shirt went on the definite pile and Todd went back to the first rack
for a dark red shirt with a great black dragon playing a guitar.

" Hey Tim!  Come here!"

Todd was looking through a $10 rack, and now his face had the look of
trouble.  He held up a white T-shirt with the word 'STUD' printed on the
front.

"Sam!"

They said it together and high-fived.  Sam had it on in seconds, but the
guy said to get a larger size.

"We'll put extras on too if you like.  There's stuff like hearts with
daggers, or peace signs or swastikas.  Have a look!"

He pulled out a sheet and handed it to Tim.  It was going to be a swastika.
Andy just knew it.

"Hey!  It says you can do words too!"

"No problems!  That costs a dollar extra."

This was worth another high-five when the shirt finished up saying 'SAM the
STUD'.  The total was $70 and the guy said they could have the lot for $50.

"Make it $60 and you can have one more $15 shirt or two more $10 shirts."

Tim took another of the 'STUD' shirts -- Andy knew who'd be wearing
that. And Todd got the guy to put 'MUSIC RULES' on a plain light blue one.
Todd paid $25, Tim $35.  At least they didn't expect Andy and Sam to put
in.  The shirts dangling down the back image meant nothing now, and the
walking circus went on its way.  God!  This was a nightmare.  Everyone!
Every!  Single!  One!  Seemed to stare at them.  Sometimes they even
followed to get a proper look.  And the biggest reaction always came when
their eyes locked on Andy's front.  Laughs, shaken heads, disbelief,
disapproval, all sorts of looks registered.

It's a whale!  It's a whale!  Andy felt like yelling when that instant of
understanding appeared after each new inspection.  They grabbed a hamburger
from one of the food stalls, wandered down to the open air stage and
relaxed.  Half an hour was enough.  It wasn't the right style of music for
Todd and he started pushing to leave the market.

"It's over an hour till the movie Todd!  It'll be boring waiting back
there."

"No it won't!  Serenity's open."

Andy didn't want to leave.  The music was good and if they didn't move he
wouldn't be getting more stares.  It felt nice too, sitting on the bench
next to Sam with their shoulders and legs sneaking little touches.  If they
went straight to the movie they'd hopefully go home right after and he
wouldn't have to worry about this embarrassing shirt.  Todd's eagerness for
the music shop got him his way of course and they headed back towards the
city centre.

"Hey Tim!  Check out that shop!"

"Oh yeah!"

The End of Section 3.

To Be Continued.
Andy finds himself posing again in section 4.

Author's Note.
Any comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated.
My email address is iarwain7@ains.net.au and other stories can be found in
the author's section of Nifty under 'Iarwain'.
Iarwain.