Hypno-trouble - 3. Section 3.

HYPNO-TROUBLE.

From Section 2.

Sam grew quickly in Jerry's hand and in moments they were both fully aroused.

Jerry 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. Jerry 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 Jerry 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 tim,e 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?"

Jerry 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 Jerry 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 Jerry asked about their clothes. When everyone was finished Todd took it on himself to wash all the dishes, which sort of surprised Jerry. In the living room, Tim and Todd sat next to each other on the sofa and Jerry and Sam had to stand in front of them.

"Tell us what happened. We've been dying to know."

"Do I really have to, Tim?"

Tim looked at Todd with a grin.

"Okay, Jerry, just answer our questions. 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?"

Jerry 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, Jerry liked him more and more. It made him feel kind of guilty hearing what Sam really thought, but it was so interesting too.

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

He'd said that? Jerry 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 Jerry'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 Jerry's dick and started gently playing while he continued talking. Was that why Sam had been so aroused and embarrassed looking before? Jerry 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? Why does he say that?"

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

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

"Whatever he likes."

"That's the same answer Jerry said."

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

It was? Jerry knew definitely that he'd been zapped now. The questions went on and on with Jerry 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.

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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. Jerry had to sit on the sofa now.

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

Jerry jumped a little and the pleasure from Sam's hands on his skin sent tingly messages to his groin. 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 Jerry practised 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 Jerry.

"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. Jerry 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.

Jerry 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.

"Jerry. 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.

Jerry, 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', Jerry?"

"Like baseballs, Tim."

Jerry blushed at the grins of four guys walking past in the other direction. Tim sure knew how to pick the moment. Jerry 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 Jerry 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 Jerry 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. Jerry 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 Jerry'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. Jerry 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 Jerry 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 it."

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

"Oh yeah. Hey, Tim....."

The dreaded whispering started and for the next half-hour Jerry 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, Jerry could feel his face trying to match the color 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 Jerry 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 Jerry. 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."

Jerry 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, Jerry, 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 Jerry 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, Jerry?"

"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. Jerry 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 -- Jerry 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 Jerry 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 Jerry's front. Laughs, shaken heads, disbelief, disapproval, all sorts of looks registered. It's a whale! It's a whale! Jerry 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 as 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."

Jerry 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 place."

"Oh yeah."

END OF Section 3.