Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 06:20:17 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Three's an Odd Number. Chapter Six.

     That wasn't all, for when I entered the classroom the next morning for
my posing session, they all stood up and clapped and cheered me, making me
blush and stammer out my thanks when they'd quietened down. I saw that many
of them had the morning's papers with them and nearly all had me sign the
picture of me with the award at the end of the session.
     Ralph was also one who wanted to take the piss out of me for he'd
found some props for that morning's session of posing. I had to stand full
frontal with a large shield standing on my left that had a big red cross of
St George on it, my hand holding the top and in my right hand, I had to
hold a sword. He was adamant that I used the props and so red faced, I
stood there, again with my rampant cock sticking out for all to see and
draw.
     It always surprised me at how quickly these students could capture on
paper the pose in such a short time that they had and they all had me date
and sign every one. The date being the day before, the day I got the award.
     I lost count of the number of hands that shook mine during the day and
the number of times I was kissed by girls, also many pictures were taken of
me with quite a few of them and so not a lot of work was done at the
college that day.
     Reynard was delighted for me and told me as we lay on his bed how he
had fallen in love with me. I let this wash over me and we sucked and then
fucked each other till it was time for me to return to the hostel. But he
wanted to celebrate with me by showing me some sights of London which I
hadn't as yet done. So he came with me to the hostel and I introduced him
to the others and I saw Peter give a nod towards Reynard and I nodded back,
knowing that he was asking if he was the one that I was having sex with. It
was easy enough to smuggle him into the cafeteria to have dinner with us
and I said that I was going out that evening with Reynard. Peter reminded
me that I was to be back by eleven because of them locking the front door
and I said that I would.
     Reynard and I went up into the bright lights of the city and he took
me took an up market gay bar and was surprised at how many people were in
there, paying exorbitant prices for their drinks. We only had the one beer
there for we didn't have that much money between us, but it was a nice
place. Then we returned over the river to Vauxhall and went into a bar that
was the complete opposite. This too was a gay bar. No windows and the
interior was very dimly lit and there weren't that many customers inside
either. The price of beer was the normal one but the clientele looked
absolutely disreputable. I saw a couple of booths with two males inside,
kissing and stroking each other and they, as well as the place, looked
dirty and worn out. This, Reynard told me was where the gays who finished
up on drugs ended up before the morgue and said that I should never ever
accept any drugs whatsoever.
     `Let's get out of here,' I whispered to him. `I hate this place.'
     `So do I,' he said. `Now let me take you to a place that is in the
middle as it were. You've seen the top and the bottom,' and sniggered at
that, `and it's closer to home too.'
     The bar was in Clapham, on the High Street, small, but with quite a
few men inside. He got a round of beers in and we sat at a table near the
back.
     `Are all these men gays too?' I asked in a low voice.
     `Yes, and there's a lot more outside too. We need more bars like this
where you can get to meet and make new friends, though we don't need them,
do we?' he said, placing his hand on mine. I smiled back at him. There was
a magazine on the table, the title being Pink. `A gay magazine,' he said as
I began to flip through the pages and was astounded that they even had
pictures of men naked and showing all what they had.
     `I didn't know that they could print pictures like this,' I said.
     `Well they can. Other magazines show women full frontal so why not
men. Only I don't think they'll publish any of yours with an erection
showing.' How wrong he was, well in a sense he was wrong.
     We had another round of beers and I could feel it start to hit me but
I was enjoying myself and I don't know if it was deliberate on Reynard's
part, but where we were sitting, I couldn't see the clock that was on the
wall behind the bar. It was when I started to hiccup that I thought of the
time.
     `What time is it?' I asked him anxiously.
     `Don't know,' he said, but got up and walked a way towards the bar and
came back and sat back down. `Five past eleven.'
     `Shit!' I exclaimed. `I've been locked out of the hostel.'
     `Don't worry about that Simon,' he said, putting his hand over mine
again. `You can stay at my place for the night and we can go off to college
together in the morning.'
     So that is what we did. He was over the moon that I would be sleeping
in his bed all night and he was fairly bubbling with talk as we walked to
where he lived. Peter's going to be annoyed at me not being in bed with him
this night was the thought that ran through my mind as we got undressed.
     Reynard was all over me with his kisses and wandering hands, bringing
me up to a erection the same as he had. We sucked and nibbled on each other
before sticking our cocks up the others backside, coming into the condom
and sucking the wet prick afterwards. We didn't much sleep that night and
even fucked each other in the morning before having some toast for
break-fast before leaving for the college.
     In spite of fucking him two hours before posing, I still got my
erection, much to the delight of the students and I think to some annoyance
of Ralph. But my posing for this class became reduced, because other
students at the college, having seen some of the drawings of me, put in a
request that I pose for the clay modellers. Such was the volume of
requests, the principle stepped in and told me than I had to spend half my
time with them. It was even longer before someone was able to make a cast
of my prick and balls for a statue. For every time that someone, be it male
or female tried to cover me with their Plaster of Paris for the impression,
my cock would rise and spoil the cast before it had a chance to even be
smeared on me.
     As I've already said, it was over three months before I was able to
pose for a certain period of time without getting an erection. That was
when some bright spark came up with the idea to ask if I could be put into
the pose of Michelangelo's marble statue of David that was in
Florence. Having seen a picture of this statue knew that I would look even
better for my balls looked bigger and my cock, when flaccid, hung down over
them, not like David's whose prick was small and sat perched above
them. Some wag later pinned up a drawing of me and one of David with a big
heading, "Spot the difference". They were soon taken down when the comments
became too obscene.
     But I've jumped ahead slightly. Back to the clay students. Unlike
those who did drawings, it took these people longer and so I would spend
several mornings for a couple of weeks in the same pose for them to work
their magic on the clay with their fingers. For this, I was also turned
slightly each time for them to get a look at the whole of my body from
front to rear in the process.
     What happened next was again something that I think that Reynard had
got involved in. He produced one afternoon when we got to his flat, a copy
of Pink magazine. Page fourteen, he said. I turned to it and found that the
whole page and the next, was of me. There was a half page picture of me in
that swimsuit and lower down was a blown up section of the swim suit. It
was rather grainy but they'd drawn a red circle round the part showing the
head of my cock peeping out of the top. The caption had said, "An Up and
Coming model?" Heavy emphasis on the words Up and Coming, making a pun of
it. Aurora or someone else involved with the printing of that last film
frame had sent that in to the magazine. There was also a copy of one of the
drawings where the mirror was used, showing me looking at myself and with
my erection. Because it was only a drawing Reynard explained, they could
get away with showing me fully erect. The rest was about how I was
attending the art college in Barnes. The next page showed another photo of
me where I was displaying the George Cross and it went on to say why I had
been the recipient. I wanted to complain to them about showing both sides
of me, and of it being in a gay magazine too. Reynard shot that suggestion
down in flames.
     `You wanted to be a model? Well this what you can see is the opening
of the door,' he said.
     `Of the closet?' I asked and he laughed.
     `Who gives a shit nowadays? Half the stars of today are either
homosexuals or lesbians. Believe me Simon, you're going to start getting a
lot of offers and they won't all be for modelling either,' and he was
right. With the magazine giving out the name of the art college, lots of
letters did come for me there.
     Over fifty per cent of them had a photo enclosed of the writer, naked,
showing what they had and asking to meet me with a view to having a
relationship. Forty per cent were from women, some had photos included too,
wanting to meet with me. Eight per cent were really obscene in calling me
more names than you'd find in a thesaurus for someone like me. The last two
per cent were what possibly could be genuine offers or bait for something
other than a real job.
     It was this last two per cent that I showed to Donna Fairchild, my
welfare officer and asked her as to what I should do. She said that she
would look into them and try and sort out the wheat from the chaff. I let
the two girls see the letters and photos I got from the female writers and
said that quite a lot of them were good looking but agreed that they were
all too old for me.
     The ones of the males, I only let Peter see them that night in our
room. We laughed as I got him to stand like some of the men and pose as
they had for me to compare the size of their pricks. We did the flaccid
ones first and then I sucked on him to raise him to his full erection for
us to compare the others. But he begged me to let him use it for it was
beginning to hurt him and so I did. Having him enter my backside and fuck
me as I tried to visualise one of the other men doing the same. He'd
already forgiven me for being missing that night with Reynard and tried to
make up lost time by fucking me twice a night now as well as in the
morning.
				     *
     It was a week later that Donna came to the hostel and told me what
she'd found out. Eight she had torn up as being fakes and two given to the
police suspecting that they were paedophiles. Two she believed were studios
that handled pornographic material but couldn't verify the fact, I made a
mental note of these and six were genuine. Two being film studios, two
advertising agents and two being photographic studios of repute. She'd even
gone to the trouble of writing letters to these six thanking them for their
offers to see me and would be delighted for them to arrange a time and
place for interviews. It was up to me now the either accept or discard them
for they still had to be signed and posted. But, she admonished me, do not
sign anything until we find that their offers are real and that she would
try and find me an agent to sort things out for me.
     I said I would do as she suggested and would sign them later and get
them posted. What I did then, was to copy what she had written and signed
two more for the pornographic studios to see what they would come up with.
     I threw away all the other letters that I'd received, but kept and
stuck up some of the pictures of those men with erections, above my bed so
that I could look at them when Peter was behind and fucking me. He didn't
like the idea of that but accepted it when I stuck up those of the women
above his bed.
     Peter, in his own training period in the welfare offices seemed to be
doing very well and was promised that he would soon be taken on full time
in one of them which was good news. The girls had equally as good news that
they were really getting to grips with their shorthand and typewriting and
learning the use of computers and expected to finish their training inside
six months instead of the expected year.
     The photo shoot I did at the college won out over the other three and
was submitted into a national completion but only came fourth. In spite of
this, Aurora, the director and myself received offers of work because of
this short ad.
     But it was the two letters I had sent off unknown to Donna that I got
the first replies, inviting me to visit them at my convenience, making me
chuckle for I didn't own a public toilet. I only had to phone and say when
I could visit them and they would take it from there.
     I made an excuse to the college that I would be away on the following
Monday and phoned these two places up and arranged one for the morning and
one for the afternoon. The day came and I went off to Soho and found that
they were only one street apart these two offices. They both were rather
dingy looking places, both with their office on the first floor and the
studio on the next one up.
     I was greeted by the man who'd written the letter and refused the
offer of tea or coffee and he got straight down to the nitty gritty in his
questions. Did I mind being photographed naked? Would I mind being
photographed in a sexual position? With either sex? Had I ever given or
received oral sex? The same in regards to anal sex?
     You know all the answers I gave to these questions and the only one I
said no to and would refuse to comply with was with any animal. There are
limits to sex, well for me anyway. Would I let them take a few pictures to
see if I was photogenic, to which I said yes. So I was led upstairs to
their cramped studio and found that the attic like place was full of lights
and a large bed and a few other props around the room. There were also
three men. One saw to the lighting, another the camera and the third if a
sexual position involving two was required.
     It was the last that I studied and guessed his age to be around the
early twenties, good looking and guessing, from seeing him clothed, nearly
as muscular as I was. We were of about the same height and he had a nice
smile as we were introduced and shook hands. I was asked to take my clothes
off and stand in front of the camera. This I did and got an immediate
erection when I was fully naked.
     `Now that's a good looking cock you've got there Odd One,' the older
man said. He'd asked my name and I gave him Peter's nickname for me. The
other's had looked puzzled when it had first been spoken but accepted it
for I don't think many people who were actually photographed gave their
real names anyway.
     `What do you think Brian?' he asked of the man who would be my partner
in some shots.
     `Better than some that you've brought up here,' he laughed at his
little inside joke.
     `Well I wanted a picture of it flaccid to start with Odd One,' he
said.
     `You'll be lucky to get that,' I said, giving out a laugh
myself. `I've been posing at the college for months now and no one there
has ever seen it limp.'
     `Okay. We'll take a couple of shots as you are. Brian, get your things
off please for the next few.' So I watched Brian get undressed as I had a
couple of picture taken of me. Two full frontal and a couple of close ups
of my straining erection. Brian's prick when he came into the light was
slightly bigger than mine I think, and circumcised at that. The first one
I'd ever seen too, having been under the knife.
     `Okay Odd One. Kneel down and take Brian's cock into your mouth and
hold the position.' This was the bit I liked, seeing an upright cock just
waiting to have my gums round it. I went down onto my knees and did as I
was told but couldn't really keep still as I sucked on the bulbous
head. `Hold still Odd One,' I heard coming out of the darkness. I did for a
minute or two before I was told to stand up. `Now let's see you stick your
prick up his arse. But only half way in,' and Brian moved to the bed and
bent over and I was put into place for the camera and did as I was told and
had the pleasure of sticking the head of my cock into this stranger's
backside. Only halfway as I had been told.
     Then it was my turn and assumed the same position and drooled as I
felt this circumcised cock push up into my arsehole. He went right in at
first and I loved the hardness of him and really wanted him to fuck me
there and then, but he pulled back and waited for the pictures to be
taken. The camera was moved twice so that they could also get my erection
sticking out below into the same frame shot.
     `Okay, that will do,' the man called out. I used my sphincter muscle
to hold that hard prick inside me as I called out.
     `Can't Brian finish the job he's half started?'
     `If he wants to,' was the reply.
     `With pleasure,' Brian said from behind me and his hands held my hips
in a firm grip and he fucked me. He wasn't wearing a condom which I
preferred and when he came, I felt every shot of his seed as he splattered
my insides. Such was my pleasure at having this fuck, I even came myself as
I felt his come hit my insides, shooting out over the bed, the last still
being attached to the eye of my prick so that it seemed as if I was joined
to the bed by it.
     `Hold that position,' the man shouted out and the camera was moved in
close to take a picture of this string of semen from the end of my cock to
the bed. `That'll look good. Okay, wrap it up now,' and that was it for the
morning and that studio. Brian and I both washed ourselves before getting
dressed and I went back down to the office and he told me that I could come
in at any time for pictures to be taken for he was sure without even seeing
the prints that I was just what the business wanted. He pulled out a wallet
and flicked through some notes and passed thirty five pounds across to me.
     `That's for the pictures if they get published, well even if they
don't, here's the payment for them.'
     `Thank you very much,' I said, putting the money in my pocket and made
to leave but stopped at the door. `By the way, you'd better check the legal
position first before publication. I'm only sixteen.'
     `Oh shit!' he said, his hands going up to hold his head and I gave out
a laugh and went down and out onto the street. Five pounds a picture can't
be bad I said to myself as I went down to where there were shops and went
into a pizza parlour and bought a big slice and a cup of coffee with some
of the money.
     I went for my afternoon appointment and found that it was almost
exactly the same as the other place only the other man in the pictures with
me was called Colin. At least I got to fuck him after he'd fucked me. They
took eight pictures and paid me forty pounds, so a fiver a shot seemed to
be the norm as I made my way to a bus stop, though I hadn't told this one
how old I was. Peter was pleased that I'd made some money but not by being
involved with pornography.
				     *
     I think that by now, every student at the art college had seen
drawings of me naked and I kept getting quite a few offers of dates, from
both sexes. Though Reynard kept butting in when he was around, saying that
I was going with him which was virtually saying to them that I was
gay. Still, it didn't stop the girls from trying along with the other
fella's who were gay too.
     It took one of the girl's in the class that was into making statues
that was finally able to get rid of my erection so that a plaster cast
could be made of my genitals. Her name was Maureen and though she was plain
to look at, she wasn't really ugly but it was evident that the only way she
got boyfriends was to give them blow jobs. For that was what she suggested
and got me into a stockroom and pulled out my prick which had risen up with
the expectation of being sucked and chewed.
     She must have blown quite a few men in her time for she was bloody
good at it. She knew exactly where to put her fingers to stop the emission
and really made me explode after holding me back several times from doing
so. She near choked when it was released and shot out with some force into
the back of her throat.
     Well it rocked her back a bit, but her mouth was like a limpet round
the head of my cock and took it all without losing a drop. By the time
she'd finished sucking and licking me clean, I was visibly starting to
droop.
     I only had time to put it away before she got me into the classroom
and pulled my trousers off and had this Plaster of Paris smacked all round
my cock and balls. I had to stand there with my legs apart for about
fifteen minutes till the stuff was hard and had her prise the whole thing
off. It was a good job that she had put some Vaseline all over me first
otherwise she would have pulled most of my pubic hairs out with it.
     She insisted that she cleaned this grease off and washed me before
starting on the rest of my body, covering every limb and doing another as
each part hardened and was taken off. The hardest part was having two
straws put up into my nostrils for me to breathe when my face was covered
with the stuff. It was a really suffocating process and not one that I
enjoyed and was glad when it was prised off.
     This had taken nearly all day and Maureen spent the rest of the week,
pouring the melted amalgamation of metals into these moulds. Then another
week of putting the pieces together with some welding and then a final
polishing to smooth these joints out before it was finally finished. She'd
made slight alterations to it as she worked because I'd had my eyes shut
for the mould but now my eyes were open and it seemed strange to look at a
full sized statue of me in this shiny metal.
     It was a fine piece of work and she was most proud of it, the same as
I was. Her name had been inscribed on the base but it technically belonged
to the college because it was them that paid for all the materials, furnace
and so forth. It was kept there on display for some months before it was
sold and I wished that I had had the money to buy it, but it was sold for
one and a half thousand pounds, and to of all places, that up market gay
bar in the city. When I saw it next in there, I found that they had placed
it outside and facing the toilets. My prick was all shiny for I saw quite a
few people as they came out from having a pee or sex, would give my
statue's cock a stroke. So in a sense I was immortalised and treated with
some reverence, well my prick was.
				     *
     Our seventeenth birthday came and we went out and celebrated it with
some of my photo money, but also the fact that as from the beginning of the
following week, Peter would be starting full time work in the Welfare
office. This meant that his funding ceased and would now have to pay for
his staying in the hostel. He would still be checked on by his welfare
worker as Paula and myself would be until we reached eighteen when we would
then be expected to stand on our own two feet.
     My worker, Donna, had found three likely agents and had them meet me
at the hostel in turn. On her suggestion, I'd had some photo's taken of me
for my portfolio as she called it. One full faced, one in profile. The
others were of me in a swimsuit, casual wear and one a rear shot whilst
naked. Of course, the one in the swim suit definitely showed that I was
well built with what was inside.
     I had chatted with all three at different times with Donna present and
opted for the woman, the other two had been men. Her name was June Pascal
and I put her age at about forty. She seemed to have the nature of being
very hard when it came down to business negotiations. Plus, with her being
told by me from the outset that I was gay, would stop any advances being
made if she felt that way inclined. She had, along with the other two,
visited the college and seen some of the pictures, clay models and statue
of me and were all interested but it was her I chose. I wasn't her only
client because modelling wasn't really what you would call a steady means
of income but it came in fits and starts. She wouldn't let any of us become
bound to any lengthy contracts for this could lead to stagnation even
though it was regular money but not that great. She would do all the
negotiations and take ten per cent of what she could screw the people who
wanted me for whatever.
     Donna read through the contract and said it was okay and I signed on
there and then and got my own copy. She took away my portfolio and birth
certificate to use to get me an equity card for any film or television work
that may come my way. I also had to get a passport which I did. She told me
later that she had also taken on Aurora Dawn and we did quite a few
modelling jobs together as a result, especially in swim wear.
     Jobs started to come in quite early and it was with some regret that I
told the college people that I was finishing. They were dismayed at my
leaving but wished me well in my career. Reynard was devastated when I told
him that afternoon during our sexual couplings. Well he was becoming rather
a pain in the arse in more senses than one.  He cried at how much he loved
me and didn't believe that we wouldn't be lovers any more. As much as I
liked his fucking of me, he had become too possessive and it irked me to
have him following me around all the time and telling me what and who I
should and shouldn't see or talk to let alone sleep with. He was crying his
eyes out when I left and I really felt sorry for him but I had my own life
to live.
				     *