Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2011 23:59:51 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Three's an Odd Number. Chapter Two

     I was hooked on cocksucking and did it every night for a year to those
three other boys. They loved me doing it to them as much as I liked doing
it. Feeling a sense of power to hold that pulsating cock in my hand and
then take the hot head into my mouth to suck and gently chew on. I was
getting better all the time, using my teeth to nibble the slender shaft
before finishing the job off by letting them come in my mouth.
     I'd just given Barry his pleasure, he was always the first being the
closest bed to mine before I moved over to Alan's. Tonight was different
for when I pulled the sheet down he whispered to me. `Get into the bed for
a minute Odd One,' he said. I did as I was asked and got on and lay down
beside him and got a surprise for he leaned up over and kissed me on the
lips. `Will you let me fuck you?'
     I wasn't really shocked but more surprised to be asked, for it was
something I'd heard about at school of men fucking other men but hadn't
given it any thought and here I was now being asked if I would let Alan do
it to me. Well we'd all seen the stallion cover the mare, the boar cover
the sow and the farm female bitches when in heat being fucked by a dog.
     My insides went all to jelly at the thought and wondered what it was
like and without thinking, said yes. He leaned down and gave me another
kiss and rolled off for me to get up onto my knees in the same position as
a bitch on heat. I felt Alan move behind me and pulled my pyjama bottoms
down before a hand came up and held one hip. I heard him give out a spit
and guessed that he was using this as lubrication. I gave out a shiver as I
felt the tip of his cock touch my arse and then it was held there for a
moment by his body pressure as his other hand came up to my other hip.
    `Be gentle,' I said as I felt more pressure being applied to my ring
piece. I couldn't really relax that first time and it took some pushing by
Alan to widen me enough for the head of his cock to slip into me. I gave
out a little cry at the expansion of my backside and then had the
incredible feeling of having his shaft follow the head and have him fully
enter me. I actually dribbled at the sensations that flowed through my body
of feeling this extra heat from the inside as well as the throbbing of his
cock. I gave out a grunt as his thighs met the cheeks of my bum and heard a
loud whisper from the next bed.
     `What are you doing?' came Peter's voice.
     `Fucking Odd One up the arse,' Alan grunted between his thrusting up
inside me.
     `What?' cried Peter.
     `He's fucking me,' I grunted out, `and it's lovely.'
     `Bugger me,' Peter said in an awesome voice.
     `No, it's me being buggered,' I said between grunts from both Alan and
myself.
     `This is fucking great,' said Alan as he began to move faster, pulling
me back onto him until I was held tight against him as only his hips jerked
and I felt him come inside me. He was panting hard and leaned over onto my
back and I felt his ragged breath on the back of my neck. `That was really
something Odd One,' he panted, and lifted himself up and I felt his cock
start to slide out of me. I tried to hold that hard and still pulsating
cock where it was with my sphincter muscle but it left me and I cried out
the loss of his body heat from within me.
     I fell forward onto the bed as he got off and went to the bathroom to
wash himself. I was still there when he returned and he got back onto the
bed and rolled me towards him and gave me a lovely kiss on the lips.
     `Thank you Odd One,' he said and I lifted my arms and gave him a hug
for I had thoroughly enjoyed having him fuck me.
     `I'm still here,' came the plaintive cry from Peter, waiting for me to
take his prick into my mouth to relieve him.
     `I'm coming,' I said and gave out a giggle at the wording as I got out
of Alan's bed and letting my pyjama bottoms fall free from my feet, went
and got into Peter's.
     `Did you really let him fuck you?' he asked.
     `Yes,' I said, snuggling up to him. `Do you want to fuck me too?'
Liking the fact that my lower body felt free without those pyjamas screwing
up tight to my groin.
     `But you're my brother!'
     `What difference does that make? Besides, I want you to,' I said as I
felt down under the sheet and found he was hard and needed the
release. `Please Peter.'
     `Alright then,' he said and I quickly moved down the bed, taking the
sheet with me and took his hot cock into my mouth first for a suck and to
leave some of my saliva there to help. I got onto my knees as he did the
same and shuffled round behind me. I trembled again when I felt his cock
trail up the cheek of my bum, seeking out the crack between to stick his
prick in. He put a hand to my hip and I felt the head of his cock move in
and with a quick shove, it was inside and I gave out a gurgle to his gasp
as he slid in as far as he could go.
     `It's incredible,' he said in amazement as he felt my inner heat all
round his cock and my squeezing him.
     `It's lovely,' I crooned as he began to fuck me. He didn't last long
and was soon pulling my hips back as he rammed himself tight up to me as
his cock was jerking away inside me and I felt his coming coat my insides.
     `That was bloody great Odd One,' he said, panting as he leaned over my
back, his prick still twitching inside me.
     `It was, wasn't it,' I drooled, and gave out that little cry again as
this second cock was pulled out of my backside. I felt him get off the bed
to go and wash himself as I too got up and went towards my bed.
      `What about me?' wailed Barry out of the darkness. `Don't I get a go?
My prick's up and hard again.' So I turned and went to his bed and found
the sheet already pulled down and felt that he was holding his cock
upright. I pushed his hand away and went and sucked on him as I did Peter's
before getting on the bed on my knees. He was quickly behind me and shoved
his thin prick straight in without any bother and held my hips firmly as he
got his end away and came inside me, taking longer in his fucking which was
just great. He pulled out and went for a wash and I was just going to get
into my bed and found that I needed to have a wash too for I could feel a
mixture of three lots of sperm beginning to ooze out of my arse and run
down my thigh.
     I was a happy boy that got back into bed, only thirteen years of age
and just loved having a cock to suck and now the new pleasure of having one
fuck me.
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     I change the format after that first night by alternating which bed I
got into first. So I got into Barry's and gave him a quick suck and let him
fuck me first and then into Peter's and do and have the same and last into
Alan's bed to suck first and let him fuck me but I then stayed in his bed
for the rest of the night. It made a change from sleeping on my own and I
loved to be able to cuddle up to his warm body and I could then reach over
his thigh and hold his limp dick in my hand and play with it until it was
hard again. This time, I went down and sucked and chewed on him till he
came for me to savour the taste of him before swallowing it.
     Now Aunt Flora would always look in at us every night before turning
off the light but she never came in in the mornings. She would just bang
loudly on the door to wake us up, telling us that it was half past five.
     I stirred and stretched and pleased to find I was still in Alan's bed
and I groped and found his morning erection and begged him to fuck me
before we got up. I think he was quite embarrassed to do this in front of
the others in daylight, for in spite of the time, dawn had already
arrived. But with a little moving of my hand on his hard shaft got him to
wanting me.
     So as he shoved his prick into my backside, I could see the other two
watching Alan's hips move as he fucked me. What a lovely way to start the
day I thought as I crooned out my pleasure of being fucked again.
     There wasn't time for the others as we got ourselves washed and
dressed for starting our six o'clock jobs before breakfast. That night I
was in Peter's bed last and he had the pleasure of fucking me last and then
getting a blow job later as well as getting to fuck me first thing in the
morning. Then the following night it was Barry who had the pleasure of my
company for the night and having me in the morning too. That was my
sleeping pattern for the whole year.
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     My school grades got better this year but only because all the
questions I did get to finish, the answers were always right and some of
those others that did them all, got more wrong than I got right. If only
they would have given me more time to finish.
     I still didn't really mix with the boys at the school and the only
time they wanted me was whenever there was a tug of war competition. They
used me as the anchor man because I had steadily been getting stronger due
to my work on the farm.
     It was not only the shovelling of shit which developed my stomach and
back muscles but it was the using of the pitchfork. This was about eight
foot long with two tines at the end and I could now lift a bale of hay or
straw right up but I still couldn't get the hang of the twisting movement
when it was raised up, to get the bale to the top of the wagon and pull
back the pitchfork and release it from the prongs. I had to hold it upright
for those at the top to pull the bale off for me. But the fact that I could
lift it straight up into the air really developed my arm and shoulder
muscles.
     So I became in demand when there was any heavy lifting to do such as
when the lorry turned up with sacks of maize and other feed stuff. A
hundred weight sack was no problem for me to lift up and sling over my
shoulder and stack it in the barn.
     I also helped Bertie Stiles to stack the bales of hay and straw in the
Dutch barns because there, we would build a stack about thirty foot
high. We were there one day towards the end of harvesting and would unload
the wagons as they came in from the field. The stacking was staggered in
steps like with me tossing them up for Bertie to put them into place. With
it being so hot, I was only working in my boots and shorts because of the
sweat and got covered in the chaff and wisps that came from the bales.
     `That's enough for today,' Bertie said, though we still had a pile of
loose bales to put away. I wasn't going to argue and went over to where we
kept some buckets full of water in case of fire and stripped off my boots
and shorts and just tipped one bucket full over my head to wash off the
bits and sweat from my body.
     `That's a nice bum you've got there Simon,' he said, standing not far
behind me. I turned round and saw that he had a hard on inside his trousers
and I gave him a smile. I knew that he was now a single man of about forty
years of age and lived on his own and he knew it was more than his job's
worth to try and get one of the girls to have sex with him.
     `Would you like to fuck me then Bert? I asked. His face went red as I
pointedly looked at his crotch as I rubbed my cock and saw he was tongue
tied and could only nod, seeing me standing there naked in front of
him. `Let's move out of sight then,' I said, picking up my shorts and
moving off behind the bales we hadn't stacked yet. He then got another view
of my bare bum as I went behind them with him following me.
     I turned round when we were out of sight of anyone passing and went
and pulled down the zipper of his trousers and put my hand inside and felt
his big hard erection, and pulled it out. It was the first time that I'd
handled a fully grown man's cock let alone see one. It was much thicker
than the boys and about half as long again as theirs. It was hot and hard
and the foreskin was half stretched back with the blood engorged head
straining to get free of that skin. I gave it a rub before releasing it and
undoing his belt so that his trousers fell down round his ankles.
     `I haven't had one as big as this before,' I said as I went down onto
my knees and took the head into my mouth, pushing the foreskin right back
so that the whole of the head was free for me to run my tongue over it. It
was that big that it was only this part of his cock that I could take in
and wondered if I would be able to take the whole of it up my backside. He
gave out a groan as I tongued and licked him, gently raking the exposed
head with my teeth and made sure that I covered it with lots of saliva
before releasing him and turned round and bent over some bales, spreading
my legs to open up the cheeks of my bum for him to see his target.
     `Fuck me now Bert please, and be gentle,' I said and braced myself to
have a fully grown man's cock be shoved up into my arse to fuck me.
     The hands were large and calloused that gripped my hips and I stifled
the groan as I felt the pain of being widened to take that size of cock
inside me, but once the head was in, the shaft itself seemed to soothe that
pain as he moved closer and he got himself fully up into my backside, his
thighs tight up against the cheeks of my bum.
     `Christ it's tight,' he gasped as our bodies met.
     `But it fits,' I gasped, letting out my pent up breath, the pain
almost gone already. His hips began to move and I felt his prick slide back
till the head began to expand me again before he moved forward in his act
of fucking me and I was in heaven having a cock that size massaging my
inner body. It was great but didn't last long, for he was soon holding me
tight as he rammed himself up in short sharp stabs and then stopped and
strained against me as I felt his cock keep twitching with every burst of
semen coming out of his prick into my arse. I felt every surge of his hot
liquid splashing the sides of my rectum and began to dribble at the mouth
at the pleasure.
     I cried out as he pulled out with a little bit of pain at being
widened again but more from the loss of that pulsating rod of iron that had
been giving me such joy. He left a vacuum behind and I felt the cold air
waft round my puckering up arsehole.
     I straightened up and turned round to see his cock throbbing and still
hard, the head covered in some of his sperm that didn't stay inside me.
     `Wash yourself properly Bert,' I said as I picked up my shorts and put
them on. There was a bucket of water nearby and he knelt down at it and
washed his prick before pulling up his trousers and making himself
presentable. `Don't tell anyone what we've just done,' I said with a joking
laugh, `or some of the others might want a bit.'
     `I certainly won't Simon, and thanks. You don't know how much I needed
that,' he replied with a sheepish grin on his face.
     `Maybe we can do this again sometime,' I said as I went and picked up
the empty bucket I had used so that I could refill it.
     `I'd like that very much Simon,' he said, and we left the Dutch barn,
him going off to his cottage and me to fill the bucket before going to the
farmhouse. Here I washed my feet and put on some slippers and went upstairs
and had a shower and got dressed properly for our dinner. The others
drifted in and did the same as myself and we were soon downstairs in the
kitchen to wait for our last meal of the day.
     `This is now the part I don't like,' Flora said after we'd been
served. `Four of you will be having a visit from the Welfare Office
tomorrow regarding your future. Which means you will be leaving us,' and
tears came into her eyes and began to flow down her cheeks, `and we'll be
sorry to see you go.' She gave out a sob and quickly left the table. Anne
and Daisy now had tears running down their faces for they were two of them,
the others being Alan and Barry. Dinner was effectively ruined for those
four.
     I gave the two boys comfort in bed that night in sucking their cocks
and letting them fuck me, but we found out the following day that they had
been given a reprieve.
     This was a Saturday and we only worked till about eleven, the same as
Sunday. Animals do not appear to recognise the weekends and they still
needed feeding, cleaning out and in the case of the cows, milking. But
those late mornings and afternoons were ours. If the weather was fine, we'd
be outside and if cold, rain or snow, we'd stay in the lounge and read or
watch television or go to the playroom.
     But this Saturday, we had to stay in because of the expected visit of
the welfare people who duly arrived that afternoon. We had to be dressed in
our best and wait in the kitchen till we were called for. We'd had these
visit's a few times over the years there, asking how we got on at the farm,
at school etc., so this was no exception. Alan, Barry, Anne and Daisy were
called into the lounge and after about fifteen minutes, we were called in.
      There were smiles on the other children's faces as well as Flora's
and Harold's. It appeared that they could stay another year for the school
leaving age had been upped to sixteen so everyone was delighted at this
news. It was rare for orphans to stay together for so long without being
adopted though in our case, it was very unlikely that triplets would be
taken on, besides, prospective adopter's would normally go for babies that
they could raise as their own and not take on teenagers.
     The atmosphere at dinner that evening was much better and we were all
quite happy at the others staying on for another year. In our room after
lights out, I had the double pleasure of having Allan fuck me while I was
sucking on Barry's erection, getting their semen at both ends. I spent the
rest of the night in Peter's bed, letting him have me twice which was most
delightful.
     There was more delight to come on Monday. We'd been out with the
tractor and trailer, gathering bales of straw and stacking them in the
Dutch barn. As on the Friday, there was just me and Bert left alone at the
end of the day and, sweaty again, I did the same, dropping my shorts and
dousing myself from a bucket of water. I saw that Bert had an erection
again and I picked up my shorts and nodded to him and went behind a stack
of bales with him following me. He even stroked my bare bum which sent
shivers up and down my spine. Out of sight, I undid his trousers and let
them drop as I went down and sucked on his big cock again.
     It was nice to smell his sweaty body and taste the pearly drop of love
juice that I squeezed out of the eye as I got him ready to fuck me. I
released him and turned round and bent over some bales and had the pain and
thrill of his prick enlarging my backside again as his throbbing cock moved
up into me. The steady in and out movement was like a balm to my insides
and it wasn't too long before he held me tight in his rough hands as he
pumped away and came inside me. I loved his cock better than the boys
inside me and gave out my cry as he pulled out, my own erection being
scratched on the straw bale.
     As I straightened up, he turned me round and sat me down on the bale
I'd been bent over. My cock was still up like a flagpole and he surprised
me by then going down onto his knees and taking the head of my piece into
his mouth.
     I couldn't help but gasp as his mouth, all hot, covered the head and
realised what pleasure I had been giving the boys as I felt his tongue move
over around as he sucked and gently chewed on me. It was the first time
that I was being given head and I nearly cried with delight at this fully
grown man doing it to me. I came too soon as he held the base of my shaft
in his hand after rubbing me as he sucked. My hips were jerking and I felt
the seed spurt into his mouth and gave out a groan as I felt his tongue
moving it about. He stayed on the end of my cock until I'd finished coming
and he looked up at me and gave me a wink which almost made me laugh. He
then pulled back and let me slip out and I saw his Adam's apple bob as he
then swallowed my semen.
     `That...that's the first time anyone has ever done that for me,' I
panted. `Thank you Bert.'
     `Well it's the least I could do with you letting me fuck you,' he
replied with a smile on his face as he pulled up his trousers. I was
putting my shorts on. `Why don't you come to my cottage on Sunday after
work and there, I'll let you fuck me too,' he said. I stammered my thanks
and promised to do that. There was a rota system for the farm hands to do
the various jobs over the weekend regarding the livestock as did the wives
looking after us with our meals so that they all in their turn had some
weekends free. But I didn't get to go to his cottage on the Sunday as you
will now find out.
     It was on the Saturday that I went into the village with the others
and we just strolled around and wished we were old enough to go into the
pub and have a beer. We sometimes got some beer from the other workers
during the harvest season, letting us have half of their ration to drink.
     The village was quite old and most of the buildings were two storied
and built out of wood and bricks and it had a library which we were walking
towards when the local bus came down the small High Street. We learned
later that the driver suffered a heart attack and collapsed over the wheel
causing the bus to swerve and take out the front of the library. The noise
was horrendous as was the sight of half the building falling down round the
bus.
     There wasn't very many people about at that time of the day but a
small crowd gathered round the bus, helping the shaken passengers out who'd
just come from the town's market. Someone had the sense to rush off to our
farm and came back with a tractor while others phoned for the Fire Brigade
and ambulances.
     Our local part time policeman was all of a flap, stopping what little
traffic there was and helped fix the chain to the bus to move it away from
the half demolished building. It wasn't known at the time how many people
might be inside but we had to try and help. I was one of the first to get
into the rubble and found the first person. It was a man and he was dead I
was told for I could not see as I was standing there, holding up a beam for
the man to be pulled out.
     This was what I felt I was good for as I now had such strong arm and
back muscles that they left me to lift up the heavy timbers while others
scrambled underneath to drag someone out. The second dead person was a
woman, though I couldn't see who it was because of all the blood and dust,
the latter still swirling around as we moved further into the building.
     We got another four out, alive, and one of them was the librarian who,
choking on the dust and nursing a broken arm, managed to gasp out that
there had been nine other people in the place. So there were still four
more somewhere under the bricks and wood that had come down from the upper
story and roof. One side wall was still standing and we were working our
way towards it when we heard some cries just below the base of it.
     I was lifting beams out of the way for us to get to them when someone
shouted out that this standing wall was beginning to move and about to
fall. This would then fall onto the four still trapped there, so without
any thought to my own safety, grabbed a beam that must have been about
fifteen foot long and pushed it up against this trembling wall.
     Where I got the strength from I don't know, for that beam was bloody
heavy and I pushed it up to the wall and held it there. My trousers and
shirt were torn and I was covered in dust and had to keep shaking my head
to keep the sweat that poured from me, out of my eyes. The prop I was
holding kept wanting to slide down under the weight of the wall but I held
it there. I was trembling as I used my strength to keep it from falling as
others kept darting round me to pull those trapped, out and free.
     The fire engine still hadn't arrived as yet and I stood there for
fifteen minutes holding this bloody two storied wall up. I was beginning to
shake under the strain and I could feel my legs starting to give way, sweat
pouring down my body and I heard a siren coming and guessed it was the
ambulance by the sound.
     `Hurry,' I gasped. `I can't hold this much longer.'
     `Last one coming out now,' another voice gasped and I felt the legs of
that last person being dragged past me.
     `They're all out now Odd One,' I heard Peter shout. `Get out yourself
now, and be bloody quick about it.' I gave the beam one last heave and let
go and turned and began to stumble back over the rubble as I heard a lot of
creaking noises behind me.
     `Hurry, hurry,' voices were calling now as I stumbled away but didn't
quite make it to the street as the wall came down. I was only a few feet
away, but the last two or three foot of wall caught me and knocked me arse
over tit. Bricks, mortar and wood pounded onto my back and legs as I fell
forward, also being covered in a massive cloud of dust. The wind was
knocked out of me and when trying to take in air, only filled my throat and
lungs with dust which set me off choking and coughing at the same time.
     The dust was still a dark cloud over me when I felt hands pulling at
me as others moved bricks and other kinds of shit off me and I was dragged
clear. I was laid on my back and a water bottle was lifted up and some
poured into my open mouth. This made me choke and I was rolled over onto my
front and had my back pounded which I suppose was the right thing to do,
for it brought up a lot of dust that had been clogging my airway.
     I was rolled back over and onto a stretcher and a mask was put over my
face as I felt myself being lifted up and into the ambulance though I
couldn't see a thing as my eyes were full of dust. There was a lot of
people shouting and I couldn't hear properly but I heard the door slam and
soon I was being taken off to hospital with two others in the ambulance.
     One of the paramedics managed to wash my eyes so that I could see and
got a grin from him as he checked me over asking if I felt any pain here,
here and here as he felt for any broken bones.
     `I hurt all over,' I croaked and got another drink, this time without
choking.
     We arrived at the hospital and I was quickly taken in and had my
tattered clothes taken off and was washed down and then checked over
fully. My back was badly bruised and cut as were the backs of my legs and
arms, but nothing broken thank God.

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