Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 08:46:28 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Three's an Odd Number. Chapter Three.

     I was told later that we'd got eight people out alive, two with broken
arms and two with a broken leg each. I was at least clean now and put into
a bed and got a stream of visitors, the first being my brother and sister,
followed by Flora and Harold, then the other two boys and three girls.
     `You're a hero,' my sister gushed as she gave me a kiss.
     `You were a silly bastard,' Peter said, but still gave me a kiss on
the cheek, `but we're both proud of what you did.'
     `Standing there holding that wall up!' Paula continued. `If it hadn't
been for you, those last four would now be dead.' She had tears running
down her face as she said this. Peter was filthy, still covered in dust
with sweat runnels down his face, for he had helped drag people out of the
ruined building.
     `You look worse than I feel,' I said.
     `You looked a damn sight worse when they dragged you out,' he replied.
     The others said almost the same as Peter and Paula, the females saying
at how heroic I'd been and the males saying that I was a bloody fool.
     The hospital said that they were going to keep me for a day or two
just in case and during that time, I had other visitors. Especially those
unhurt victims, to thank me for what I had done to save them. It was most
embarrassing to say the least and I also had my picture taken by the press
and found out that I'd even made the television news. I saw this later back
at the farm for they had put it onto a video tape.
     They also brought into the hospital some newspapers that had a picture
of me holding the wall up and one where I was being helped out of the
rubble. Well I would never have been recognised from those as it could have
been anybody covered in dirt and torn clothes.
     But I was acclaimed the hero of the day and was feted as such when I
returned to the village. I got lots of cards, thanking me and wishing me
well and all that. The only thing I regretted was that I didn't get to fuck
Bert that Sunday.
     I was let off my farm duties for the week though I didn't go without
my having sex with the boys at night, telling them not to lay on my back as
it was still sore. But it was nice after a couple of days without a cock up
my arse to have them ploughing away again inside me. I also couldn't wait
for the weekend to take up Bert's offer of fucking him too.
     I managed to dodge the others on the Saturday afternoon and was able
to get round to the back of Bert's cottage without being seen. He opened
the back door to my knocking and his face lit up with a smile when he saw
it was me.
     `Welcome the hero,' he said, letting me in.
     `Don't you start,' I growled. `That's all I've been getting all week.'
I followed him from the small kitchen into a small front parlour and he
asked me if I wanted a drink. I asked him if he had any beer which he did
and poured me out a glass and I went a bit shy and asked if we could take
it upstairs. He smiled and agreed and took me up to his small bedroom. It
was one of two and he also had a tiny bathroom on that upper floor. I sat
down on his bed and took a sip of my beer, feeling all kind of shy now that
I was actually here in his bedroom and sitting on his bed. He sat down
beside me and put his arm round my shoulder.
     `Can I kiss you Simon?' he asked, his voice also shy like mine. Yes I
told him, passing him my glass to put down on the side. He then pulled me
half round towards him and kissed me lightly on the lips. My arms went
round his shoulders and pulled him a little bit tighter towards me as we
kissed and gently fell back onto the bed. Nor was he just kissing me, but
undoing my shirt and kissed my chest and nipples when they were free. From
there, we both took our clothes off and got back onto the bed naked, his
erection bigger than mine but now I realised that mine had grown over the
last year or so and was now nearly as big as his.
     `Let me fuck you first,' he whispered into my ear, `and yours will be
even bigger then when it'll be your turn to fuck me.'
     This I agreed to, telling him to be careful of my back which was still
sore. He got some condoms out of a drawer and I watched as he rolled one
down over the head of his cock and shaft.
     `We'll use these so that we can have a suck afterwards,' which I
thought was a good idea. I got onto my knees and he moved round behind me
and felt his hand touch me first before I felt the probing cock move the
cheeks of my bum apart and find the hole he was going to fuck. And fuck me
he did and I loved having him give me that little bit of pain as he entered
but soothed me with that internal massage until he gripped me tighter and
kept pulling my hips back as he moved forward. I loved that throbbing tool
of his inside me, especially when it began to jerk and expand that little
bit more as it twitched as he shot his load inside the condom.
     He was panting heavily when he'd finished coming and was careful not
to stretch out on my back, getting his breath back before pulling out of
me. He passed me a tissue which I used to pull the condom off his still
hard cock and I swear it was steaming as it glistened with his juices. I
licked my lips and took the blood red head into my mouth as I squeezed his
shaft and sucked at the same time. He gave out a groan at having the double
pleasure of fucking me and then being sucked. But I didn't stay down too
long on him for my own cock was now almost bursting with the thought of me
fucking my first male.
     With me fumbling the condom, he took it from me and rolled it down
over my cock and presented me with his backside and I could see the
puckered brown bit of flesh that was his arsehole and put the head of my
cock up to it and pushed rather hard expecting to have trouble getting it
in but it slipped it quite easily and I gasped at the inner body heat of
him as my thighs came up to his bum.
     `Wow! This is great,' I said as I took hold of his hips and began to
move mine backwards and forwards, moving my cock in and out of his
backside. It wasn't just great, it was fantastic, having the whole of my
cock surrounded by that heat, and the tightness of it! It was sheer heaven
at this, my first time of fucking another man. Now I know why the other
boys were only too happy to fuck me if they got the same pleasure as I was
getting. But then, I liked having a cock up inside me too and had the
fleeting thought of wondering what it would be like to be doing this while
somebody else was fucking me at the same time.
     But like all good things, it came to an end much too soon as I was
straining as I pumped myself hard up to his arse as I came. You'd have
thought I'd just run a big race I was panting that much as I rested against
his bent body. My cock still twitching inside that tight orifice and having
him squeeze it with his muscle and finally pulled out for him to strip the
condom off and take my prick into his mouth to suck on and get the residue
of my sperm to taste before swallowing.
     He later showed me how we could suck on each other's prick by lying
upside down to each other. That too was great, sucking on him as he sucked
on me. I learned quite a bit from him about male sex though I didn't try
and get the others to do the same as we did on his bed.
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     `Where've you been Odd One?' Peter asked me when I showed up at the
farm, to have a shower before getting dressed for dinner. `We went down to
the village expecting to find you there. Even the people of the village
were expecting you to show up so that they could thank you for what you did
last week.'
     `I'm sorry, I didn't know. I was with Bert,' I said.
     `All afternoon?' Peter asked.
     `Yes,' I said, and I must have looked guilty for he carried on.
     `You didn't let him do what we do every night, did you?' he asked. I
couldn't answer him, knowing that my face was going red. `You didn't tell
him that we did it together, did you?'
     `No,' I said, and in what I thought was mitigating circumstance said,
`at least he let me fuck him back which you lot won't let me do.'
     `You're fucking bananas,' was the remark he made as we went downstairs
for our dinner, and that remark stuck in my mind. At the table I turned
over in my mind what he'd said about being bananas, using the analogy in
regards to us. A banana is the only fruit that is comprised of three
segments, like triplets. One segment, Peter, a male. Another segment being
Paula, a female and me being the third segment and I was neither male or
female. Well I had the male parts but I felt like I was really a female, or
a mixture of both. Also, the banana is a fruit which I was really and to
cap it all, I was bent too.
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     We went back to school the next week and I was made to stand up in
front of all the other children there as I was clapped at my brave efforts
in saving the lives of the other people caught in the library. I was really
embarrassed at all this attention being paid to me for I was still regarded
by them all there as Simple Simon. One who's got more muscle than brains,
which wasn't true really, it was just that I was a bit on the slow side. It
was only the time limits that they put on me for any exams that let me
down, otherwise I was much better educated than they really knew.
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     It was later in the year that we talked with Alan and Barry about
their future, knowing that they would leaving when the year's schooling
finished. They knew from the talks that they would have to move into a
hostel and be given jobs and have to start to make their own way in the
world.
     The upshot was that they both said that they would join the army as
boys. At least they would be doing a job and getting trained in some
profession and be fed and clothed as well as getting paid.
     For Anne and Daisy, they said that they would do as the welfare
officer suggested and get government funding and attend a secretarial
school while at a girls hostel. Muriel also said that that was what she was
going to do too.
     We had these discussions in the lounge over the weekends and it was
then that I came up with what I would like to do when it came time for us
to go out into the world. I had been looking through some magazines that
were there and it was seeing the pictures of men wearing swimsuits or
advertising aftershave and the like. I was going to be a model!
     The girl's laughed at this idea saying that nearly all those men were
Nancy's, a comment which the other three boys didn't make any comment on. I
might have only been approaching fifteen but I had a better physique than
some of the fully grown men in those pages of advertising.
     Flora thought it was a good idea, for models nowadays made a lot of
money doing this kind of work. So she brought this up the next time that
the welfare person visited us. This was when we said goodbye to Alan,
Barry, Anne and Daisy. There were lots of tears all round and I made sure
that they gave me a good fucking over the few nights before this
happened. We promised to keep in touch with each other over the coming
years, which we did to a certain extent.
     That Sunday after they had left was a sombre day, especially at the
kitchen table as we ate our meal, constantly looking up and expecting to
see one of their familiar faces across the table. Flora had said that after
having had us for nearly twelve years, she didn't think that she could
start all over again, for she and Harold were now into their fifties and
they had decided that it was time to call it a day in taking in any more
orphans. The money they had been paid by the government for this wasn't an
issue for it wasn't ever enough. It was just that this was the final
parting of children she had come to love and said that she couldn't bear to
go through this process again, though she still had us, but only for one
more year.
     I had not only lost four friends but also two hard pricks that I had
got used to having fuck me at nights, not counting the times that I sucked
on them. I now slept in Peter's bed every night and had to do with just him
doing the fucking of me. Well I did now go quite often over to Bert's
cottage at the weekends to get that extra large cock shoved up my arse and
also to be able to use mine on him.
     It was on one of those Saturday's that another thing happened. I'd
been with Bert that afternoon, being fucked and fucking him and I was
showered and dressed and down in the lounge with Peter, Muriel already
being there when Paula came in.
     `Where have you been all afternoon?' she asked indignantly. `I've been
looking all over the place for you.'
     `I was over at Bert's,' I said. `Looking and talking about his
vegetables, asking what did he have that grew the quickest.' Peter gave a
smirk at this innuendo.
     `It's not funny,' Paula snapped at him. `Where were you?'
     `In my room. All afternoon,' he replied.
     `And where were you?' she asked Muriel, who then dropped her eyes and
went a little red in the face. Now Paula's not as slow as I am and seeing
that Peter dropped his eyes too, the penny dropped with her, though not
with me. `You didn't, did you?' Paula breathed out, addressing Muriel. She
didn't answer.
     `She didn't do what?' I asked.
     `Never mind Odd One,' Paula snapped at me and she grabbed Muriel's arm
and virtually dragged her out of the lounge.
     `What was that all about?' I asked Peter.
     `Muriel was with me in our room,' he said.
     `What for?'
     `Oh don't be so stupid Odd One! I fucked her!' he said in a loud
whisper, though I think he wanted to shout it out at me.
     `You didn't,' I said in awe, it not really being a question. `What was
it like?'
     `Well being a virgin, she was a bit tight at first but it got easier,'
he answered, but seeing my face hastily added, `but not as good as you.'
     `So you will keep on fucking me then?' I asked with a hopeful look on
my face.
     `Of course Odd One,' he said, putting his arm round my shoulder. `I
think Paula's telling her off and not to do it again. I just had to try it
out with a girl and let me say that they're not worth the effort.' This
might have been said for my benefit but it pleased me. Paula and Muriel
came back into the lounge, Muriel's face still red as she trailed behind.
     `Don't do it again,' Paula hissed at him. `Not using a condom and her
not on the pill. What if she's gotten pregnant?' Peter didn't answer her
and I think he was pleased that Flora came bustling into the lounge saying
that it was time for dinner.
				     *
     I waited until Flora had checked our room and switched off the light
before I went and got into bed with Peter. He was nice and warm and I
cuddled up to him, my hand automatically going down and taking his prick
into my hand. It was only half hard but it didn't take a lot of rubbing to
have him up as hard as an iron bar. I thought that now I'd handled Bert's
erect penis, Peter was definitely getting bigger as he grew older. I took
hold of my hard cock and found that I was still bigger than him.
     I pushed the sheet down and moved down myself and took the head of his
cock into my mouth and sucked and nibbled on him to his usual groans of
pleasure. When I thought he'd had enough of that, moved up onto my knees
for him to get behind and begin to fuck me. I had him describe in detail
what it was like, the difference I mean in his fucking of me and that of
Muriel. So it was with slow strokes of him moving in and out of me, told me
how we compared.
     With him talking, he lasted much longer than he normally did, but he
was not long in gripping me hard as he fucked my arse and came inside me.
     `Don't pull out yet,' I said as I eased my body down onto the bed so
that he was lying flat on my back. I still had his throbbing prick up
inside me and I was now squashing my erection on the bed sheet. `Now keep
moving so that I can come,' I gasped. He did as I asked and he put his
hands up under my arms to hold my shoulders and carried on ramming his cock
up my arse as I masturbated the bed and came, my goo making a mess between
my stomach and the sheet. It was great.
				     *
     With not having the other two boys there, our duties round the farm
changed a bit. I didn't clean out the pig sty in the mornings now but took
the herd of cows up to their grazing pasture instead. The cowshed itself
was not far back from the farmhouse and out the back of the shed was the
muddy lane between different pastures, fenced, so that the cows had only
one way to go. They are not really that stupid that they didn't know what
field they were grazing in and ambled along on their own without being
urged on.
     Now that I was determined to try and get into modelling, I decided to
try and get the whole of my body sun tanned, getting rid of the white patch
between my lower chest and upper thighs. So with the coming of the spring
sunshine, decided there was only one way to do this.
     As the cows ambled along the fenced track, I would walk along on the
other side, through the fields of growing grass. When far enough away from
the buildings, I stopped and took off my boots and shorts and left them
there and carried on completely naked to put them back on when I returned
after shutting the cows in their field.
     We were using the far pastures at this time and it was about a mile
and one day I was half way along, being naked, when I heard a tractor
following up this lane between the fields. There was nothing I could do as
it had passed where I'd left my shorts and so I carried on.
     `That's a nice sight to see first thing in the morning,' I heard Bert
shout above the noise of the tractor. It was with some relief that it
hadn't been one of the other farm hands who would probably had told Flora.
     `You like what you see then?' I asked, turning round to face him,
feeling my cock start to rise up at the thoughts that flew through my mind.
     `So much so it's given me a hard on,' he laughed.
     `Would you like to get rid of it then?' I asked with a smile, rubbing
my own now erect prick.
     `Out here?' he cried.
     `Why not? No one can see us this far from the farmhouse,' I
replied. He didn't need a second asking for he switched the tractor off and
got down and came and climbed through the wire as I sank down into the lush
sweet smelling spring grass. He flopped down next to me and ran his hand up
and down my naked thigh.
     `This is rather erotic,' he said as I fumbled at the belt to his
trousers and then pulled out his hard prick.
     `It is and I'm going to love doing it out here in the open and in the
grass,' I said before taking the head of his throbbing cock into my
mouth. I didn't suck on him too long for I wanted that hard lump of flesh
inside my bum.
     `Fuck me now Bert,' I gasped as I released him, rolling over onto my
stomach and raising my bum into the air. I saw him glance round as he rose
up to his knees, feeling his erection smack the side of my thighs as he
moved behind me and had the glorious pleasure of having his prick smoothly
move up into my backside.
     `Now hold on and stay inside,' I said, my voice a bit on the thick
side, wanting him to fuck me while I laid flat on the grass. He stayed
there and came down with me and his hands then moved the same as Peter's
had and came up and gripped my shoulders. My prick was now mashed into the
thick grass as he began to move and it was pure heaven to have his full
weight on my back as he fucked me in this position. His prick moving nicely
inside me as he rode me hard making my prick rasp through the grass until
we both came at almost the same time. It was really delightful to have him
panting on top of me and feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as I
felt his sperm come inside me.
     `God I love doing this to you,' he said as he came to a stop, still
embedded deep within me.
     `I love you doing it,' I grunted back, revelling in the decadence of
what we were doing out in the open air. Then grunted my displeasure at
having my toy taken away from me as he pulled out. He had no water to wash
himself with and used the bottom of his shirt instead while I wiped my
front with a handful of grass.
     `We must do this more often outside,' I said as he fixed his trousers
before standing up.
     `Only if I'm sent out this way again first thing in the morning,' he
replied, going back through the wire to get back on the tractor. It started
with a roar and with a wave of his hand, moved off to follow the last of
the cows along the track.
     It wasn't long before they were in their field and I closed the gate
and went back to where my shorts and boots lay. I felt as happy as a lark,
and even did a little skip, relishing the freedom of being out in the open
air as naked as a new born baby.
     Bert and I did it out in the open later, well not exactly open, for
not far at the back of the cottages was a small wood. Here, I would strip
off and have him chase me through the trees and the prize for catching me
I'll leave you to guess.
     Summer was soon upon us and my body was now a lovely brown all over
and school was coming to an end, so was our time at the farm.
     At school, I didn't do well again at the exams but came in the top
half of the class in regards to my normal school work. It was at our final
assembly that I got the shock of my life. I was called up onto the platform
of the hall and had to stand next to the principle. Shit, I thought. He's
going to announce that I'm queer and not only in the head because of my
marks.
     But he brought up about me holding up the crumbling wall so that the
last survivors of that crash could be pulled to safety and that all those
that I'd helped to save, along with most of the village people, had put my
name forward in a petition to the Prime Minister that my heroic deed should
be recognised.
     `This has been done,' he said quite proudly, `for I received this
letter this morning,' waving it in his hand, `to say that our young Simon
Friday is to be awarded the George Cross for civilian gallantry from Her
Majesty the Queen.'
     I was dumbstruck, as I normally was, and the whole of the school began
applauding me. Didn't my face go red at this and all I could do was look at
my shoes and shuffle them about in my embarrassment. The principle shook my
hand as did all the other teachers standing up there with me. I got many
slaps on the back as I went and resumed my place with the others.
     `I'm so proud of you,' Paula said to me as I stood next to her.
     `Me too, Odd One,' said Peter from the other side.
     We'd already said our goodbyes to our teacher and the others of our
class and I got away from the school as quick as I could.
     Back at the farm, Flora was all of a dither, having received a letter
addressed to me because on the back of the envelope was the return address
of number ten Downing Street in London.
     `Odd One's going to meet the Queen,' Peter blurted out before I could
even open the envelope and told them what was going to happen. Well, Flora
was over the moon and Harold had his usual smile on his face. I was kissed
by Flora and Muriel and Harold shook my hand with them given me their
congratulations.
     I had to go to my room to escape all the attention and read the letter
which confirmed what the principle had told the whole school, so the whole
village would know by now I thought. To say I was pleased is a bit
understated but I think you can imagine at how thrilled I was.
     Boy, did I get some right royal fucking from both Peter and Bert over
that weekend. This was then intensified, especially from Bert because Flora
received a letter on the Monday saying that we were being collected in a
fortnight's time to be taken to a hostel and set up with some kind of work
program.
     The reason for us leaving was because there wasn't enough work for us
to be employed full time on the farm and get paid at the same time. I did
jokingly suggest to Paula that if she married Bert, we could then stay on
in his cottage. I got a slap for that as she indignantly said that he was
old enough to be our father.
     I spent as much of my free time over those two weekends over at Bert's
cottage, being fucked and fucking him as much as we were able to. Paula had
to ask why I was over there so much and told her that was because he was my
friend; and lover, which I didn't say.
     It was a tearful weekend, our last at the farm for Muriel was leaving
too. It had been arranged that the two girls would be going to a
secretarial college and Peter would go onto a training course because he
said that he would like to join those doing welfare work. I was the odd one
out, again, by being placed in an art college where I could not only do
modelling there but learn that side of the business.
     The Monday morning came round and we went and saw everybody else who
worked on the farm to say our goodbyes and had a tearful parting later that
morning with Harold and Flora when the welfare people came to collect us.

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