Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 09:39:21 +1000
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: How're They Hangin'. Section 5.

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How're They Hangin'.

>From Section 4.

How're They Hangin'?

Tim and Todd talked about big Tim for half the drive back to Geelong.

"I liked him.  He knew stacks about music."

"I liked him too Tim, but he was tricky."

"Was he gay or not?  I still haven't work that out?"

"Beats me too!  What d'you reckon Andy?"

"You couldn't tell."

Section 5.

It was half past six by the time they reached Geelong and since they were
all complaining of starvation, they grabbed some pizzas. They all loved
them and since there was a kind of pizza discount war going on, bought a
large one each.  They ate them at the flat since it was only a few minutes
drive, then had quick showers and started on another big session of posing.
Tim was really keen and of course Andy and Sam now enjoyed every bit of it
after their morning zap.  Todd was impressed with the way he looked when
they did the first download to the computer and he and Tim actually started
arguing over which one was going to wear the thong.  At a quarter to nine,
Tim told Andy and Sam to sit on the sofa and get each other's boners going
then keep a hold of them.

"We've got lots to talk about tonight since it'll be a rush in the morning.
What are your work times Andy?"

"Monday night, Tuesday till four in the afternoon, Wednesday night and
Thursday night."

"Gosh!  That doesn't leave much.  Sam, have you got anything happening on
Tuesday nights?"

"Just my study for school."

"Yay!  That'll work!  Come home with Andy after training and when you've
had a meal with him you can do whatever you like for a few hours."

He swapped the usual cheeky grins and a high five with Todd for being so
clever then continued with his planning.

"He can run you home at nine o'clock.  Not tomorrow night though, or your
olds will wonder why you're never home.  We'll all hang out on Saturdays
and stay the night.  Except when I get a bad roster for my work.  Andy!
How are you going to get an all over tan?  Can anyone see into your back
courtyard?"

"Not really!  Unless they climb on the fence."

"Okay!  There's only three weeks so you'll have to get started.  Sam
doesn't really need it that much.  What do you want them to do tonight
Todd?"

"The kissing!  They haven't done that much.  And this morning Andy said he
wanted to oral Sam, so he can do that a few times."

"Yeah!  And Sam can do it back to see how he likes it too."

As soon as they were in the bedroom alone, Andy and Sam practically
attacked each other.  The build-up of need after holding each other for a
quarter of an hour was so strong.  Andy dived on the bed then let out a
happy moan as Sam fitted himself chest to chest and started rubbing their
dicks together.  Ten minutes later the first storm was spent and their
intimate time started, holding each other quietly, talking softly, gentle
fingers and hands roaming and exploring.  It felt so great, being
comfortable with each other and free from outside orders and eyes.  Andy
nibbled on Sam's ear and started whispering.

"Sam!  You're a stud!"

"You are too!"

Andy could hear the smile in Sam's voice.

"You're a super stud!"

"You're a super super stud!"

"And you're my special Sam the Stud!"

They talked about the day's events, Sam spooned in front, and shared their
feelings and thoughts till the soft tube of flesh Andy's fingers were
playing with started to come to life again.

"Wow!  See how quick you are Sam!"

Sam went to move, but Andy stopped him till his slowly moving hand and
fingers teased him to full erection.

"Super hard Sam!"

Andy's hand gave a verifying squeeze then moved with a feather touch, down
then up till he encountered the flared edges of Sam's helmet.

"Sam!  Is it all right about the oral stuff?  We haven't talked about it
and I didn't even know I'd said anything till Todd gave us the orders."

Sam wriggled round, licked his tongue slowly down Andy's chest, stomach and
soft, barely visible treasure trial, then gave a few licks to Andy's
rapidly rising erection.

"It's only all right if you let me go first."

He snuggled into place with his groin warm and wonderful against Andy's,
their chests resting together, and started exploring with his tongue.  Andy
slipped his hand between them to hold their cocks.  Their first oral
happened with Sam's busy mouth, followed by Andy's being just as busy in
return.  The second one was a long, drawn-out game in a true sixty-nine
position, climaxing not long before their sleep time of eleven o'clock.
The next morning was a rush.  At seven o'clock they had the compulsory
session in the shower, embarrassing because they couldn't stop their noise
and action when Tim and Todd just happened to be in the bathroom at the
same time to gel their hair.  At 7:15 there was breakfast and a zap
session, and a bit after half past they were in the car.  By the time Sam
had been dropped off, then Tim and Todd, it was only a quarter an hour
before Andy was due at his part-time work.

The next few weeks went by with a normal routine, if you could call it
that.  Very busy for Andy with his four days of Tafe course, part-time
work, and swimming at the centre.  Tuesday evenings, sharing a meal with
Sam and then a couple of hours on the bed, was wonderful.  On both
Saturday's they followed the pattern of a day at the beach,
boogie-boarding, time at the special place in the dunes where Andy and Sam
would put on some involuntary show, then heading home for a session of work
at the poses, followed by everyone staying the night with Andy and Sam
being sent to the bedroom around nine o'clock with orders from Todd to
'really get into it'.  Sundays were study days for Andy and he was relieved
that Tim understood this.  Bradley was delighted when he saw the CD of
poses that Tim had made and chose one of the pictures to print out.

"I'll show the regulars when they drop in to the shop and they'll spread
the word."

He explained the detail of what would be happening and where the venue was,
then handed over another thong and a swimming costume.  On the Thursday,
three days before the modelling night, Bradley contacted Andy to say they'd
changed the venue.

"We had to Andy.  The word spread quickly when a few of them saw the
picture and at the moment we've got forty-two who say they'll be there.
We're hoping this might be one of our most successful nights yet."

On Saturday afternoon Andy was very nervous.  Practicing the poses was one
thing, forty strangers was another.  Tim and Todd were spewing because they
wouldn't be there and Sam, as usual, was very quiet about it all.  They had
a light meal, neither was feeling very hungry, and by 6:30 were showered
and dressed in their white stud t-shirts from the market.  When Tim found
out they'd be handing out sandwiches and savories for twenty minutes while
everyone was arriving, he decided it would make them more interesting.  At
least they didn't have to gel.  Bradley had ruled against it, much to Tim's
indignation.  They seemed to have a fixation on things being interesting
and as Andy and Sam drove off they heard the parting words.

"Go for it Andy!  You'll have an interesting night."

"Yeah!  Sam!  Remember!  An interesting night!"

Just after seven o'clock Andy and Sam drove into a big old house set on a
double block.  Bradley was unloading gear from a van so they helped him
carry it in.  He liked their t-shirts and said they'd get everyone smiling,
then for the next twenty minutes he went through their routine and showed
them all the gear.

"It all works well. You go out and do your poses for about a minute and
then the ones who want to buy can take photos.  That usually takes two to
three minutes, or longer if there are lots of cameras.  Then while we're
getting a record you're back in here changing for the next item.  Sometimes
we'll repeat a style if enough people let us know they'd like to see it in
a different colour, but Trevor lets us know when that's needed.  It will go
for an hour then we have a break."

They went into a big room next, where it would all take place.  It was
giant.  Andy wondered if it was a large rumpus room but Bradley said it was
built as an entertaining area.  There was a jumble of sofas, easy chairs
and a few small tables, but most of the seating had obviously been brought
in from elsewhere.  Hanging on the wall halfway along the room were a
number of black sheets, which Bradley explained were a backdrop for the
photographs.  A few guys were starting to arrive, so Bradley took Andy and
Sam through another door then along to the kitchen to collect a tray of
sandwiches each.  The owner of the house was there and Andy actually felt
less nervous after being introduced.  He was an elderly guy with a very
friendly manner that made them feel welcome.  Walking around with trays of
food was scary for a start, but every single one of them did have a bit of
a grin at his T-shirt and they all seemed friendly.  There was lots of
laughter too, and Andy quickly got used to moving from group to group.
Trevor introduced and welcomed them officially and the night got underway.

They started with a red g-string, almost the same as the one they had at
home.  It was kind of interesting having the same style and colour for both
of them and Sam gave Andy a quick hug just before they went out.  God!  It
suddenly felt like a thousand people were all staring at him.  One pose,
another, then after the third the cameras started.  It looked like half the
people were taking photos.  As they'd arranged, they used three poses for
each costume, changing from one to another after fifteen seconds, well what
Andy thought was fifteen seconds, and Sam following his lead.  Andy stopped
posing, walked over and held Sam in a frontal hug and went back to his
pose.  Hell!  Where did that come from?  Andy saw the matching surprise in
the look Sam gave him.  The cameras finished and they went to change into
some very revealing, yellow bikini briefs which Bradley had ready for them.

"Sam!  I couldn't help it!  Tim's done something."

After three new poses and plenty of photos, they changed to a black
g-string and made their way on.  This time it was Sam who did the hugging.
A five second interruption which held everyone's eye.  After two more
changes they put on the exact model thong they'd been wearing at home.  A
light blue high-riser type and the most revealing item yet.  They moved to
the door, ready to go when Sam panicked.

"Andy!  What will I do?  I can't go out."

Andy had just enough time to see how Sam's blue thong was stretched when
his own boner started springing up.  No!  Please no!  This couldn't happen!
When Bradley opened the door he straightaway asked what was wrong.

"We can't go out!"

He just smiled when he saw the problem.

"Of course you can!  Don't worry!  It happens sometimes with the models and
everyone loves it."

They stumbled to their first pose and by the time they changed to the
second, the low hum of conversation had given way to total silence.  Andy
wondered if his whole body was blushing.  It certainly felt that way.  His
mind told him that 2000 eyes were focused on one portion of his anatomy.
His mind also told him he'd swollen to at least a foot in length and that
the thong had stretched so much as to be almost transparent.  Andy felt
himself at total rigidity, his boner stretching the already stretched
material way past its design.  He moved to the third pose, fearful that he
might pop out at the top.  The cameras started clicking and he thought
they'd never stop.  Thankfully the pressure started subsiding and by the
time they were alone for the next change they were almost back to normal.
With his heart pounding and perspiration dripping, Andy looked at the shock
on Sam's face.

"God Sam!  When are we going to murder those two?"

A couple of changes later they broke their second pose, stood next to each
other, bumped their hips and did a slow, sexy grind of their loins then
stepped back into the pose.  Three more double boners popped up during the
course of the night.  Three times Andy and Sam stood rampant, posed with
wisps of clothing accentuating their condition.  Cameras clicked and
Bradley's sought after interest must have been close to total.  There were
no new gimmicks but every third or fourth change would occasion one of the
hugs or the hip bump.  During the break they suddenly put their food trays
down, pulled their T-shirts off, then continued serving bare-chested.
Trevor and Bradley were ecstatic.

"This is our best night ever Andy!  You've got them eating out of the palm
of your hand.  Half of them are only buying the gear so they can take
photos.  It's just as well we brought extra styles in case some lines
didn't go over too well."

The posing finished at 10:30, almost half an hour later than expected, and
Andy was astonished at the cheers and clapping when Trevor thanked them and
announced they'd be modelling again next month.  It was well after 11:00
when two exhausted bodies collapsed on the sofa in Andy's flat.  There was
no rest for another half hour though because Tim and Todd were practically
bursting with the need to know all the details and how well their surprises
had worked.  Sam looked even more tired than Andy felt and in bed they just
cuddled together and closed their eyes.


The End of Section 5.


To Be Continued.
Another show? -in section 6.

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.