Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 19:27:00 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Three's an Odd Number. Chapter Four.

     The two welfare workers came in a people carrier so there was room for
us four and we all had tears running down our faces when we pulled out of
the farmyard, waving like mad at those two wonderful people who had raised
us from the age of five.
     We were very quiet on the journey, with the woman worker speaking most
of the time to try and bolster up our spirits, telling us of the hostel and
the colleges we would be attending. We would be fed and housed and receive
a small stipend of what amounted to being pocket money, all paid by the
office that was looking after us.
     A couple of hours after leaving the farm, we pulled up outside a
building that looked like a small hotel but was in fact the hostel where we
would be living for the time being, in South London. It had four floors and
we found that it was not just for orphans like us, but also other people
who had found them-selves in dire straits. The first two floors were for
females and the upper two for males. The cafeteria style dining room and
lounge were on the ground floor, no lifts. We were told the rules at the
reception and that was no mixing of the sexes above the ground floor and
that the front door was locked at eleven o'clock at night, the times for
meals etc. All rooms were shared by two and the bathrooms and toilets were
at the end of each corridor.
     Paula and Muriel were on the second floor and we up on the fourth. The
room itself was very Spartan, just having the two beds, one wardrobe and
one dresser with a mirror on the top and one small night table between the
two beds. I think that if this had been a proper hotel, it would only be
used as a single room for there wasn't much space with what little
furniture there was in there.
     `I wish we were back at the farm,' I said miserably, tears coming to
my eyes as I looked at our room.
     `Cheer up Odd One,' Peter said, putting his arm round my shoulder, `at
least we are together. Which bed do you want?'
     `I doesn't matter as I hope I'll be sleeping in yours,' I said,
feeling a little bit better at there just being the two of us.
     `Shall we christen one now?' he asked with a leer, rubbing his crotch.
     `Yes please,' I replied, feeling ever so much brighter at this
suggestion and quickly began to get Peter's trousers off. His prick was
nearly up and I quickly went down onto my knees and took him into my mouth
and raised it up to a full erection.
     When it was hot and hard, I released him and quickly took my clothes
off while he got rid of the rest of his and I got onto one of the beds. He
was soon up behind me and I had the pleasure of having his hard cock once
more entering my private domain, well not that private but really open to
all welcome visitors. So we christened that bed with his slow fucking of me
and he was getting better all the time in his method, being able to control
his emission to give me a good reaming as he fucked me.
     I loved to hear his grunts as he held me in a tight grip, pulling me
hard back onto him as he heaved himself forward, trying to get deeper into
me as he came, shooting his load out with some force for me to feel it
coating my insides.
     He lay on my back, breathing heavy and his hand came down by my side
and took hold of my erection and with his own cock still twitching inside
me, he worked his hand on mine till I came, shooting out my semen all over
the bed cover.
     He pulled out to my dismay and without him seeing me, managed to get a
small scoop of my coming off the bed with my hand and sucked it off and
licked my hand clean. But he didn't know what to do with his prick now
after just pulling it out of my backside for we didn't have a bathroom
there for him to wash himself. I gave him a handkerchief to use till he
could get down to the bathroom when he'd dressed to clean himself
properly. No, I refused to take the handkerchief back and so he dropped it
on the floor to dispose of later. So we either had to get some bottled
water and tissues into our room or buy some condoms which I didn't really
want him to use.
     We'd only been given half an hour to settle ourselves in before
meeting with the welfare back down in the cafeteria. They managed to get us
a small snack to tide us over till dinner time and tell us where the
various colleges were and how to get to them.
     The girls college was in Tooting, Peter had to report to an office in
Lambeth and I had the furthest to travel with the art college being in
Barnes. I was given a bus route map with the hostel marked as well as the
college. Maps were given to the others as well with their directions. I was
also given a bus pass which I was told not to lose and given the times that
I should be there and when leaving. They would then meet us every Friday
evening to run over our week at our various places to get our
reactions. With that, they left us and we were now out in the free world if
you could call it that. We were still regimented as to times and I believe
under closer scrutiny than we were on the farm.
     We stayed in the lounge together until dinner, after which, we went to
our respective rooms. Peter managed to filch a bottle of water from the
dining room and I nicked a toilet roll from the third floor toilets to take
to our room.
     Here we christened the second bed and Peter was able to wash himself
afterwards, enough for me to be able to suck on him later before we went to
sleep.
                                                           *
     I had Peter fuck me in the morning before we washed and cleaned our
teeth and other things before going down to breakfast, meeting up with
Paula and Muriel. I had to leave earlier than them after eating for I had
further to travel and left my dirty things for them to return to the
counter.
     I had to take two buses to get to Barnes and found that the bus map
was really useless as it only showed the routes and not the side streets,
but I eventually found the college, arriving an hour late but they
understood the reason and made me welcome. I was shown over the place and a
number of studios where I could be assessed to see if I had any special
talents that they could help me develop.
     They knew from a letter that the welfare had sent them that I wanted
to be a male model and I was looked over quite critically and asked if I'd
ever done any posing before. I told them no, nor been in the nude in front
of other people to answer that question but had no qualms about being
naked. So I was thrown in the deep end. I was taken into one studio which I
suppose was some sort of classroom really for the college had all the
markings of having once been a school.  Here I was introduced to the tutor
of this class, a Mr Ralph Moore and we shook hands.
     `Glad to meet you Simon,' he said. `I was pleased to learn of your
coming here for we always seem to lack models who will pose in the nude.'
He led me towards a small podium where a stool stood all on its own and I
counted at least fifteen people sitting at desks that had rather high
sloping tops. It was about half and half of young men and women.
     Well here we go, I said to myself, steeling myself up to stripping off
and letting all these people see me naked in front of them.
     `I'll put the screen up for you to get undressed and ready in your
pose,' Ralph said as we stepped up onto this podium.
     `I think that as I've rather been pushed straight into the deep end,'
I said with a small laugh, `I might as well go the whole hog and do without
the screen.'
     `As you wish,' he said, and stood by me as I sat down on the stool and
took my shoes and socks off. I heard some intakes of breath when I took my
shirt off and they could see the muscles that I had acquired but I turned
round when I pulled down my trousers and underpants at the same time and
heard that little noise again as they saw my bare bum, nicely tanned for
the first time, wondering if it was my bum or the tan that caused the
muttering. There was more when I turned round fully naked for them to see
me in all my glory and I was by now, quite proud of the tackle that I had
between my legs. All eyes were riveted on this part of my anatomy as I sat
down and had Ralph adjust my legs into the pose that he wanted.
     `We do twenty five minutes in this pose and then a five minute break
for you to ease any stiffness you might get from sitting in the same
position for that length of time,' Ralph said.
     My eyes had been roaming over all those looking at me and at his word
stiffness, felt myself start to rise up and I could see a few female hands
go up to their mouths to cover their giggles.
     `Please girls,' Ralph said, facing the class. `This is his first time
at doing this so either you sketch that first or wait for him to calm
down.'
     `I like it as it is,' one man quipped from the back. This made it feel
even harder as I saw that he looked a fine young man and wondered if his
prick was as big as mine. It was this kind of thinking that kept my
erection up the whole twenty five minutes and I found it quite a strain to
sit in that one position without moving a muscle. Well one would move of
its own accord and would occasionally twitch much to the amusement of them
looking and trying to draw it.
     `Time's up for a break,' Ralph said, coming over to me and putting a
hand under my arm to help me up and I needed it for I was rather stiff and
he helped me walk to another soft chair that I hadn't seen. I stretched my
back and flexed my arms as I moved and went and sat down and was able to
relax properly.
     `Do you always get an erection like that?' he asked, looking at it
still sticking straight up from my thighs.
     `I don't know, as you said, this is my first time of posing, dressed
or undressed,' I replied.
     `Well I've seen it happen before but not for the penis to stay erect
for the whole of the first session.' I felt smug at this but tried to hide
the expression as I kept flexing my neck and shoulder muscles until it was
time to sit on the stool again. I walked back to the front, my cock still
up and hard and sat back down for him to put my legs and arms back into the
same position I'd been in before.
     I sat there for another twenty five minutes still with my piece of
meat sticking up in front of me. There was another break and it still
wouldn't go down and it was making me a little embarrassed at it not doing
so and it was still up for the third and final twenty five minutes until I
was told that that was it for this class today.
     It was quite some relief for me to sit down in that easy chair and try
and relax the muscles that had really tightened up, especially the neck and
shoulders. There was nothing I could do about my erection though what it
needed, I couldn't do there with all those others watching. I got dressed,
pushing my erection up as I put on my underpants and trousers after having
put my socks on. Shirt and shoes followed and Ralph said he would take me
to the canteen for lunch.
     We had four girls and three men follow and sit down at the same table
as us for our lunch and I got asked a lot of questions.
     `You looked very good up there,' one girl said. `I liked the muscles
you've got,' and then her face coloured and she hastily added, `the
shoulders and arms I meant,' blushing.
     `I liked the other muscle,' a young man said and I saw it was the one
who'd quipped earlier from the back. `I'm going to sit closer to the front
next time,' he added and it was my turn to blush at his remark. `My name's
Reynard. Reynard Fox. My father had a weird sense of humour,' he said,
reaching his hand out over the table.
     `Mine's Odd, er, Simon,' I said, shaking his hand.
     `Odd? There's nothing odd about being called Simon,' he said.
     `No, you misunderstood. I was going to say Odd One. My brother too has
a peculiar sense of humour. I was the last born of triplets and he always
said that three's an odd number and therefore I was the odd one being the
third and that's what he's always called me. Odd One.'
     `I like your brother already,' he smiled at me. `Is he the same as
you?'
     `Pardon?' I asked with an alarmed look on my face, wondering how the
hell he knew I was bent in nature.
     `I mean, is he a model and as good looking as you,' the smile still on
his face and I swear I saw the tip of his tongue peek out between his lips.
     `Oh no. He isn't at all shy like me,' I said.
     `Shy? You? Standing or rather sitting up there naked for the first
time and you call that shy?' he laughed which made the others laugh too.
     `Well I was rather embarrassed at doing it and...and what happened,' I
stammered.
     `The girls loved it, didn't you girls?' and they all chorused a yes
which made me blush again.
     `Now that's enough teasing,' Ralph said, but it didn't stop them from
continuing.
     `Will you be modelling for those that work with clay too?' one girl
asked, `for I'd just love to get a cast of you.'
     `Get in line sister,' said a rather buxom blonde girl and the others
laughed.
     `Clay modelling?' I asked which I shouldn't have done if I'd have had
more sense.
     `Yes, there's two parts to that. One making the figures in clay and
the other is the making of cast bronze. There we smear you with Plaster of
Paris until it gets hard,' more laughs at this, `and we then use the
impression as a mould.' I now understood what she'd meant about getting her
hands on me, though it was Reynard's hands that I wanted to take hold of
me.
     Lunch was over and they went back to the classroom where I was then
taken on another tour of the place and saw where they did this clay
modelling but didn't ask about them using a live model for the making of a
bronze statue.
     Before I knew, it was time for the college to close and I went and
found my bus stop and got back to the hostel well before it was time for
dinner. I met up with Paula and Muriel in the lounge and heard about their
first day and I curtailed mine and only told Peter when we were in bed that
night of how I sat there the whole time with a hard on. He laughed and said
that he wished he could have been there to see the reactions of the men as
well as the girls. I didn't mention about how I fancied Reynard. Just
thinking about him made me want Peter's hard cock up inside me to quell the
fire that I'd stoked up within.
     I was down in the bed with Peter's cock in my mouth and chewed like a
dog on a bone, gently though, raking the exposed head with my teeth making
him shudder, wondering what Reynard's would taste like and if his sperm was
salty or spicy. Well that depended on what his preference in food was like
and I knew that I would find out in time. In the meantime, I had Peter's
there and loved it and loved it even more when I had it shoved up my back
passage for him to come inside and have his seed put out the fire that was
there.
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     I modelled again for the class and this pose was different, for a
cheval mirror had been placed on the podium and I had to stand sideways to
this mirror, one hand, my left, up near the top and to stand there in a
casual stance.
     I noticed that Reynard Fox was sitting down at the front this time and
he gave me a wink when he caught my eye and it happened again. I was
standing there and my prick rose up and stood out quite proud of my body
and I could see the reflection of it in the mirror and so could all the
others. There was a tittering of laughter again, mostly from the girls
which made it worse for it just wouldn't deflate.
     Mind you, some of the drawings I saw later were terrific, getting a
double image of me, a two sided profile with my cock sticking well out.
     `Why don't you jerk off before coming in here?' Ralph asked me in the
first break.
     `I don't think that'll help,' I replied, `but I'll try that tomorrow.'
     `I'll help you out there,' Reynard piped up having overheard Ralph's
comment, and I saw him lick his lips and knew that he would probably do
just that if I asked him.
     `Shut up Reynard and get back into your closet,' Ralph said.
                                                           *
     `I meant what I said,' Reynard said to me as he caught up to me on the
way to the canteen. `As you might have guessed from Ralph's remark that I'm
out of the closet. I'm gay.'
     `You mean happy?' I asked, well I was green and up from the farm as
the saying goes.
     `Happy? What planet are from? Gay. Queer. A fruit cake that likes
being with men, and you're one fine specimen of a man,' he said, taking
hold of my arm and putting his through it.
     `I'm not a man, yet,' I added. `I'm only sixteen.'
     `From what I've seen you're man enough for me,' I didn't have an
answer to that and he let go of my arm as we entered the canteen and I
didn't see him till it was time to leave.
     `Where are you living?' he asked as he fell into step with me.
     `At a hostel in Clapham,' I replied.
     `I live in Clapham. Not in the Common area but the rather unsavoury
part of the borough. Let's get the same bus,' and we ran the last few
hundred yards as we saw our bus coming. We both had passes so there was no
problem of getting a seat. `Come and see the dive I live in,' he said,
giving my thigh a light squeeze as we sat together and I thought why not?
He fancies me and by the sound of what he'd said so far, he was like Bert
and would take it as well as give it, which was what I wanted most, so I
said I would like to. He was happy at this and we soon arrived at his stop,
mine being two more stops ahead but I could always catch another bus later.
     He lived only a couple of streets away from the main road and we
turned into a block of flats and I knew what he meant about it not being
like the posh places that surrounded Clapham Common. The lift wasn't
working he said, never does but it was only two floors up to his flat.
     It was a small one bedroom place and quite small with second hand
furniture and on the walls were not pictures, but drawings that were
obviously his. But the one taking the predominate place was that of me in
my first pose.
     `That has taken pride of place,' he said, putting his hand round my
shoulder, `but today's drawing takes first place now.' He turned me round
and looked into my eyes and I saw him lick his lips and then give them a
rub with the back of his hand and I could see that he was nervous.
     `You know, you have a beautiful face and the expression is almost
wistful.' His left hand was on my shoulder and then his right hand came up
on top of the other shoulder.
     `Can...can I kiss you Simon?' he asked in a shy low voice. I dumbly
nodded, not trusting my voice in case it came out as a squeak for it was
what I wanted him to do. He moved in close so that our bodies touched and
we leaned our heads forward till our lips met and we kissed. I could feel
that he had an erection and I knew damn well that I did too and was sure he
felt mine.
     Our arms went round each other and the kiss became deep as we pressed
our bodies closer together as our tongues met and played with each other.
     `God,' he said as we broke apart, both breathless. `I want you to fuck
me Simon. The moment I saw your big prick I knew that I had to have it,'
     `I want you to fuck me too Reynard. It was you I was thinking about
back in the classroom. That's what kept it up so long,' I said, my
breathing rather heavy in the anticipation of both the fucking of him and
being fucked. He almost dragged me into the small bedroom where we hastily
took off our clothes and I saw that his erection wasn't quite as big as
mine but big enough to give me pleasure. We fell on the bed, both trying to
kiss the other's body everywhere all at the same time and finished up top
to tail having his prick in my mouth and mine in his. Such was the passion
of us both that we came much too soon, sucking like a hoover to get as much
out of the tube as we could and holding the sperm to swirl it round that
glorious throbbing cock head before swallowing the emissions.
     Back into a clinch where Reynard said that he'd fallen in love with me
at just that first sight of me in the nude. So I got my first boyfriend in
London, having only been there a total of two and a half days. We lay
together, stroking all the parts we could reach of the other body, paying
more attention to the cock and balls until we roused both up into a
fighting fucking position.
     `Fuck me first,' he begged, getting a condom out of its wrapper and
rolling down over my throbbing shaft and he turned round and I really saw
his bare arse for the first time. The cheeks of his bum were pure white
unlike my tanned ones and by parting them, could see the brown puckered
hole that I was going to shove my condom clad cock into and placed the head
to the right spot and by holding it there with my body weight, placed my
hands onto his hips and paused. I could feel him trembling and getting the
odd shiver as I slowly leaned forward and let my body weight slowly ease my
cock forward, meeting that resistance of his sphincter muscle. I kept the
pressure up until it overcame that muscle and the head slipped in to his
gasp at it entering him, the rest of my cock following till I was fully
inside and the cheeks of his bum were tight up to my thighs.
     I still marvel at the heat that the body gives out and could feel it
completely surround my cock and even though mine was throbbing inside him,
I could still feel his pulse rate being transmitted to me. It was tight but
welcome and I slowly began to move myself in and out of that glorious
little hole that I was now fucking.
     It was a lovely fuck and only wished that I had the strength and will
power to hold myself back longer but the urge was there that couldn't be
denied. Holding him hard but firm, I pulled him back onto me as I thrust my
hips forward, him giving out a grunt at every pounding of his bum as I
surged towards my peak and held him even tighter as I began to come,
pumping my hips and almost lifting him up off the bed as I came in several
shooting spasms of my cock buried deep within him.
     I could now feel that his hips were all slippery with his sweat and it
wasn't until I leaned over his back trying to take deep breaths did I
realise that I was sweating the same, seeing drops of mine fall onto his
back.
     `That was fucking marvellous,' he gasped as I felt his muscle flexing
around my shaft that was still up inside him. `So much so that I wish it
could stay there forever.' He gave out a strangled cry as I slowly pulled
myself out of him, feeling him trying to hold me there. I came out to a
squishy noise and he was quick to turn round and pull off the condom with a
tissue and as I sat back on my heels, he was down there sucking like there
was no tomorrow.
     `What a cock! What a man!' he sighed when he finally released me and
sat back himself. `Never have I been fucked any better than that Simon,' he
said, his eyes alight with a fire I'd never seen in anyone else's eyes
before. I saw it again later in others and found out that it was almost
like worship. It was just that bit more than adoration but I definitely saw
love there and wondered if I could return it.
     But now it was his turn and he rolled the condom down his shaft as I
moved onto my knees and had his prick slide up into my backside and how
welcome it was too. Having that hard human flesh, blood and muscle moving
once again inside me was like water to a man dying of thirst. A hard solid
prick inside me was my idea of heaven. My staff of life, my totem pole and
it was the phallus that I paid homage to, one I would bow my head down to,
to take into my mouth or bend over to take it there where to me it was its
rightful home.
     It was lovely his fucking of me though not up to the standard of
expertise as Peter, but any cock in a storm is forever welcome in my
harbour, mangling the trite saying. I loved his gusto and exuberance he
gave to the performance of his fucking of me. He'd only seen me over the
last two days and now was trying to prove that he would do his best to
please me in whatever I wanted and this was one way of showing it.
     I still rated him high but then he was only the fifth person to have
had the pleasure of pleasing me and cried out with joy as I felt him
straining as he came inside, albeit into a condom, I still could imagine
how it would have felt if he wasn't wearing one. He too lay half over my
back as he panted after his exertions and I slowly slid down onto the bed,
holding him inside me and had his full weight then on top of me.
     `Keeping going as long as you can,' I said, my voice muffled by the
pillow and had him still keep moving on top, his cock still throbbing
inside me as he moved. But he finally gave up as I felt the hardness
leaving his prick and he regretfully pulled out of me. I then did the same
for him by stripping off the rubber and sucking out the residue of his
sperm as well as licking him clean when he was completely empty.
     `Will that stop you from getting an erection tomorrow when posing?' he
asked me as we lay in each other's arms after our sexual bout.
     `I doubt it,' I said, stroking him as he was to me, `but we'll find
out tomorrow and as much as I'd like to stay here, I must get going or the
others will start worrying about me.' I'd already explained to him about
Peter and Paula and that we were not only triplets but orphans and under
the care of the welfare people.
     We got up and dressed and we kissed again before I left and walked to
the bus stop for those few stops and though I was later back to the hostel
than the day before, I was still in time for dinner. I told Paula that I'd
stopped off for a drink with one of the art students but later, to Peter's
persistent questions admitted that I had found another lover. Though I
hastened to add that he was still first my brother and my best friend and
my best lover too. It only went a little way to mollify him but then, I
think he knew that he couldn't keep me tied to him forever and that
sometime in the future I would finally break away.

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