Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2011 10:16:17 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Three's an Odd Number. Chapter Seven.

     My welfare funding stopped and I had to pay rent as it were at the
hostel now as I started earning money. This would also happen to Paula and
Muriel in a few months time for they had now been offered jobs. Muriel was
going to work in the same building that Peter worked and through Donna and
June, my agent, Paula had been fixed up to be a secretary with a big
advertising concern. She was a great help when she began there because she
got to see what advertising had been planned and so when a young male was
going to be required, June was informed and she was on the doorstep first
when it was announced that they needed models.
				     *
     When the two girls started work, we got together and spoke to our
welfare workers and suggested that as we were now all paying rent to the
hostel, wouldn't it be better if the council found us a place to live on
our own, all four of us.
     This was basically agreed upon because it would release two rooms for
others and so, what with our connections via Peter and Muriel now working
in the welfare department, a house was soon found for us. It was a three
bed roomed house in Balham in a fairly good neighbourhood and not in one of
those estates where a lot of trouble often occurred. They even advanced us
an interest free loan to be able to buy some cheap furnishings and within
four weeks, we moved into our new home.
     That was when a little bit of trouble occurred. Paula had expected to
share a room with Muriel for one room had twin beds in and the other two
had double beds. She thought that Peter and I would have a room each having
a double bed to sleep in. Fully expecting both of us to find some girl to
move in and share it with us. She hadn't guessed that I was gay and that I
had previously been sleeping with Peter and having him fuck me.
     The trouble was Muriel. As we moved what little clothes we had into
our house, she announced that she would be sleeping with Peter. Now it was
more of a shock to me than to Paula. She had known that Peter had been
knocking off Muriel for some time now, me being the last to know. It was
hard for me to take this in and not burst into tears as I sat down on our
second hand settee in the lounge. Peter avoided my accusing eyes that were
full of these unshed tears and I quickly went into what would be my room,
the one with the other double bed and threw myself down on it and cried. I
had given up Reynard and now I had lost Peter and I cried for I now didn't
have another male to fuck me at nights.
     Paula had accepted the situation philosophically and didn't say
anything at the time. With our things in the respective rooms, the two
girls made dinner from the shopping we had bought during the day and it was
rather a quiet meal and not the happy one it should have been in our new
home. The kitchen was big enough for the dining table and we took our
coffee into the lounge and drank it there with the television on, the sound
muted down so that we could talk, but not a lot was said.
     I was sulking and it was very obvious, well at least to Peter as we
did the washing up together without a word being said, and when that was
finished, he and Muriel went off to their room leaving Paula and myself
alone with the television still on but without sound.
     That was when I broke down and told Paula that I was gay and that
Peter and I had always slept together and that he used me as a woman every
night.
     If this revelation shocked her or not, she didn't show it and took me
into her arms and cuddled me. Me, a hulking six foot two man now, crying my
eyes out like a baby as she tried to console me. It was a hard thing to
confess to my sister that I had known that I was queer from the age of
puberty and had loved sleeping with not only Peter, but Alan and Barry
too. I even told her of how and Bert and I used to make love every Saturday
afternoon and that Reynard from the college had been my lover too.
     But Paula was wiser than her years and didn't reproach me at all and
accepted that I was a grown man now and that if it was what nature had
intended for me, so be it. Though Peter and my having sex together could be
classed as incest, it's not what the dictionary defines for it clearly
states that incest is sexual intercourse between persons regarded as too
closely related to marry each other. As we couldn't do this, was it really
incest? A moot point indeed!
     With my tears dried up, we talked a little more coherently and agreed
that should either of us find a mate that we wanted, that one of us would
have the double bed, meaning if Paula found a boy friend she wanted to
sleep with, I would move out into the room with the singles.
     I cried again in bed on my own and put the two pillows under my chest
and fucked the bed in my misery and loss of not having a big prick fucking
me.
				     *
     Over the next few weeks I would often not be at home for dinner for I
was out cruising the gay bars that I knew of, getting picked up some times
by another man and spending the night at their place, being given what I
craved, a hard male prick shoved up inside my arse and be fucked as much as
the man was capable.
     I was getting enough work to pay my share of the rent and bills etc,
and still have some left over to buy decent clothes for cruising in better
joints, such as the bar where I saw my statue. I supposed I should have
felt flattered when I was talking to another gay there that he recognised
the model of the statue and he wanted to see if what the statue showed was
true. He found out and was pleased that it lived up to his
expectations. His did enough for me, giving me the pleasure of having a
hard throbbing prick once again, reaming my backside.
     Fate took a hand and supplied me with a lover before Paula found
hers. Donna and her other co-workers from the welfare offices had faded
into the background and it was June who now controlled my life in getting
me work where my body was wanted to show off the produce or merchandise
that was for sale. Little did they know that I too was for sale, or rent if
it came to that.
     June had landed me with a screen test for a film. The title or what it
was about she didn't say, just that they wanted a strong lusty looking
young man for a bit part.
     I duly turned up at the film studios and was told to strip to the
waist and given a few lines to speak. The first to be spoken as if treading
water and gasping for breath, `I've got you!' and in a normal voice, `Aye
aye sir!' which gave me a hint that it was some kind of naval film. I
followed the directions given and spoke the lines as the camera rolled, and
that was it. I heard a week later that I had got the part and the offered
wage was quite good which June took her ten per cent from.
     It was indeed a seafaring tale of the wreck of the Hesperus, that
being the film's title. It was great for the filming where my lines would
be used was out in the Caribbean, just off of Nassau and I was there for
two weeks. I spent all of my time just wearing pantaloons running about the
ship's deck as directed and came to use aye aye sir in the process, several
others being in the shot at the same time. My next major part was when the
ship was wrecked and on the rocks that I had to dive into the sea and catch
hold of a black crew member and say I've got you.
     That was it! My first film part though not the last but more
importantly, it brought me into contact with the man I supposedly saved in
the water, which I might add, was only five foot deep. Which was a godsend
for I couldn't swim and for me to go out on location for this was just
terrific. For I'd never been out of the country before, let alone see the
sea. I could fill pages and pages of what it was like this first time
abroad but it isn't really part of my story. The man I supposedly saved
was!
     He was Senegalese and as black as the ace of spades. His christian and
surname were unpronounceable and the closest people had come to calling him
was Tubit and so that was how he was now called. He was the son of a
Senegalese ambassador, since retired, with both of his parents returning to
Senegal. He stayed behind. He had been born in Senegal and had come over
with his parents when nine years old and now spoke fluent English. He was
twenty years of age, an inch or two shorter than myself and though he
looked a bit on the thin side when compared to me, he was all muscle, lean
and hard.
     His father had not been a stupid man by any means and used his
position to slowly buy up property in London in fairly high rentable
areas. Four were houses and one was a flat where Tubit now lived. All the
revenue from these houses was banked in England and some also paid the
rates and utilities of Tubit's flat.
     His parents now lived in a big house on the outskirts of Dakar and
when they needed some money, one of them would return to England, stay with
Tubit for a day or two and after collecting enough funds from the bank,
returned to Senegal. By still using his diplomatic passport, he was able to
take this money into the country and would slowly feed it into the black
market there and get a better rate of exchange and no questions asked.
     I got all this from him as we waited for filming to start which was
expected to last, well our parts, about a week, in an hotel in Nassau. Me
topping up my suntan with him in the shade of an umbrella.
     In between his odd parts in two films and some modelling, he did
casual work just to keep himself occupied for he only had to earn enough
money for food and clothes. He was not exactly handsome but quite good
looking, not having the facial character features of say, the American
Negro.
     We all stayed in the same hotel, us extras having to share rooms and I
did mention to the other one sharing my room that I was gay but he wasn't
so I didn't interfere with him. Early in the morning, we were taken out to
a wooden sailing ship anchored just outside the harbour and spent four
days, running about aboard this ship as directed, being the lowly seamen
doing various duties. I got to say my piece, aye aye sir during these
scenes being filmed. I was bare chested and only wore a pair of pantaloons
like the others. I thought it was great fun and thoroughly enjoyed
myself. The scenes prior to the wreck were filmed during the day and I
think they used a special lens cover to make it appear as being at night. A
fire tender was anchored close to us and directed streams of hosed water
over us, aided by two massive big fans on pontoons to simulate the rain and
wind as we struggled with ropes and other things.
     Then came the scene just before the ship ploughed onto the rocks,
though they didn't actually wreck the ship but it appeared to happen in the
finished film; and we had to abandon ship. Most of us were filmed jumping
overboard, some being shot landing in the water that I've already said, was
only about five foot deep.
     Tubit actually lost his pantaloons in his jump in the scene with me. I
was already in the water with the camera on a large pontoon close to me as
he landed and went under the surface. I had to grab him and pull his head
clear for him to say his one line. `I can't swim!' and for me to then say
my other line, `I've got you,' as I put one hand under his chin and
appeared to swim backwards, pulling him along.
     He laughed after the director shouted cut and told me he'd lost his
trousers as we stood up, our shoulders out of the water, shaking our heads
to clear our eyes. I took a chance with him and put my hand out and cupped
his cock and balls and found he was quite big in his flaccid state. He
didn't say anything but smiled at me and his hand went and covered
mine. But with just my feeling his size, I'd got an instant erection and it
was this that he took hold of with his other hand.
     `You're quite big for a white man,' he said, still smiling and I could
feel his cock coming up to size.
     `So are you,' I said. `This is the first time I've held a black
one. I'd like to see it properly later if you'll let me?'
     `Have you ever had a bit of black meat?' he asked, his teeth really
showing up pristine white in his black smile.
     `No, but I'd love to try a piece for size,' smiling back at him. We
stayed in the water for the director wanted to film some of us seamen
struggling up onto the small sandy beach we were close to and we got into
our positions and waited for the order to moved forward. As I had
supposedly just towed Tubit towards the shore, we stayed together and I got
the sudden idea that might look good for the film. With him not having his
trousers on, quickly pulled mine off and so when the order came to move, we
waded up onto the beach in an exhausted condition to flop down on the
sand. Our bare arses must have looked good for when the director shouted
cut, he added a bit more through his bullhorn.
     `You two! The black and the tanned one. Back into the water and do it
again.'
     I looked at Tubit who saw that I was as naked as he was, grinned at me
and we got up and waded back out into the water as the pontoon that held
the camera crew and director was pulled in closer to the beach.
     The gaffer told me later what the director had said. That it had
looked great, us two, bare arsed getting up onto the beach and wanted a
closer shot of us doing it again.
     So we were back in the water, waist deep and faced the beach and moved
off when he shouted action. Tubit's arm was over my shoulder and I had an
arm round his waist and we staggered out of the water laughing, though this
wasn't noticed, and staggered a few steps on the sand before falling face
down. Cut, was heard and we rolled over onto our sides, still laughing and
both looked at each other's sand covered erections and I liked what I saw.
      He had been circumcised when he was a baby he told me and even
covered in wet sand, it looked good enough to eat and I said this.
      `I'm not a Muslim, so I can chew on a piece of pork too,' and we both
laughed and got up and went back into the sea to wash the sand off of us.
     Just off the beach were several trailers which were our changing and
rest rooms, and so we walked up to the one we used and went inside, picking
up towels to dry ourselves. Both of us still having our erections and it
was Tubit who moved first. He dropped his towel and took hold of my prick
and went down onto his knees and took me into his mouth. I gave out a groan
for I hadn't been sucked on for weeks now and it was a delight to have a
hot mouth cover the head of my cock again. He sucked and tongued me and I
begged him to stop as I wanted more.
      He released me and stood up with that big smile on his face and I
went down and now could really see him properly. Thick and hard, the head
appearing bigger than it was, a lighter shade than the shaft and I could
see it move with its slow pulsating action. It was hot to the touch as my
fingers curled round the base, also feeling his tight pubic hairs brush the
back of my hand. I licked my lips and took the first bit of black meat into
my mouth. It felt big and tasted just like any other cock but I was
drooling at just having him there, moving my tongue all over it and
nibbling the skin below the head. He too had given out a groan as I took
him in and I heard his voice as if from a distance that he didn't want to
come there but inside my backside while he fucked me.
     I released him quickly and turned round on the floor and felt the
floor shake as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hand was soft on my
hip and I gave out a shiver of delight as I felt the head of his erection
probe my ring piece. Then it was there and him pushing forward and I gasped
at the entry of his cock into my arse. It was big and a delight of a dream
having him widen me as the head moved inside and felt it throb as it moved
deeper inside me with his shaft filling me at the same time. Saliva was
dribbling out of my mouth at this pleasure and it was fantastic when both
hands held my hips as he began to fuck me.
     I was in heaven and the more he pushed into me, I cried out to urge
him to push harder and he stepped up his movements and really reamed me,
his thighs and balls smacking my lower body as he ploughed into my field
and gave out a cry himself as he held me tight as his hips pumped away and
he came inside me.
     `Odd One,' he gasped, panting heavily. `That's the best bit of arse
I've ever had.'
     `Yours is the best bit of cock I've had fuck me too,' I grunted, still
flexing that muscle to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming. Even though
he'd come, his cock was still big and throbbing inside me.
     `Now let's see if yours is as good as it looks,' he said as he pulled
out of me, making me cry out at the losing of that hard and solid shaft
that had given me such pleasure. He wiped his prick on the towel as I sat
back on my heels and watched this lovely black bugger move down in front of
me and presented me with the jet black cheeks of his bum. The flesh in
between was of a lighter colour than his body and I could see traces of
pink flesh that was the inner part of his arsehole. I was trembling and
hoping that I could give as good a fuck as he had given me and I got the
head of my erection up to the hole and pushed and made him grunt and gasp
at the head pressure and made his sphincter muscle give way and the head
disappeared and I watched as the tanned shaft of my prick disappear into
the black hole of space. God he was tight, but the tighter the better and I
guessed that he wasn't fucked that often being as tight as he was.
     But it was lovely to have that body heat all round my cock as I moved
in and up close till our lower bodies met. Then I shafted him, using him
hard and rough, making my ball sac swing hard against the lower cheeks of
his bum and I got little groans of pleasure as I looked at the shiny black
back before me and couldn't help but run my hands up and down the sides of
his rib cage, using my nails to lightly scratch him.
     But I was close to coming and so held his hips firmly and pulled him
back as I pushed forward, ramming myself harder into him with grunts coming
from both of us as I then held him firm as my hips took over and began to
jerk my own sperm out and into his body.
     His torso was shining with sweat and I could feel a little river
running down my back as I breathed in deeply, feeling my cock swell and
pulsate with every breath I took.
     `Man, this is great,' he breathed out and he too gave out a mew as he
felt me begin to pull out of his body. I used the same towel to wipe my
cock before standing up and staggered to where there was a tap and washed
myself properly. He did the same as I used a fresh towel to dry myself and
put some clothes on. I felt a pang of disappointment as I saw that lovely
black prick disappear into his trousers and knew that I wanted more, much
more of that wonderful tool.
				     *
     Our parts of the filming were now over, the same for a lot of the
extras, and Tubit agreed with me that as we had an extra day and night to
stay at our hotel, we would get our other two roommates to swap over. Tubit
was a bit more aggressive than me and told his roommate that as he wouldn't
let himself be fucked by a black man, to fuck off and find another room. It
was suggested that I wouldn't mind changing rooms and when I was asked,
agreed. So I took my things out of that old room and moved in with Tubit.
     He said as we sat down and had dinner together, that he didn't give a
shit if they all knew that we would be fucking each other and I didn't care
either. The thing was, even though I was still quite young, in fact I think
I was the youngest one there, I looked too big for anyone to try and take
me on in any confrontation.
     We left the dining room early and went up to our room and there, I
went into paradise. Undressing each other slowly and kissing every part of
the body revealed until we were naked and could lay on one of the beds at
opposite ends to each other. I lay with this big black organ only inches
from my face and ran my fingers up and down the heavy shaft, feeling that
the skin was as soft as satin and moved so easily over the muscle that it
covered. The only drawback with a circumcised cock was the lack of a
foreskin to work your tongue underneath, though it did make it easier to
nibble at the jointing bit of skin that's called the G string with it being
an erogenous part of the body.
     This I scraped with my teeth when I took the head of his cock into my
mouth before sucking and generally teasing him. There was the constant
moving of one hand on the shaft as I played with it in my mouth, having
exactly the same thing being done to me. We played like this for nearly
twenty minutes before the urge slowly crept up on us and then really pumped
hard with the hand and had that glorious semen come spurting into the
mouth.
     With the coming, we held the emissions in our mouths until finished
and only then did we release each other to let it slowly slide down our
throats, savouring the two different flavours. His was a bit more spicy
than mine but it was still pleasant enough to keep some back for as long as
possible. Then it was back to taking that hot and still pulsating head back
in again to squeeze any more drops out and lick the whole thing clean.
     It was the first on a bed for us together and it was the beginning of
us having a long and loving relationship.
     After our oral session, we lay together and talked of our past and how
and when we knew that we preferred having sex with a male as opposed to a
woman. He hadn't got into male sex until he was sixteen, being as tall as
he was now and found that he was approached by quite a few men who wanted
to see if it was true that all black men had big dicks. This he eventually
did and was surprised at the number of them that wanted to go down and suck
on him and take what he had by the way of his emissions.
     A lot too also wanted him to fuck them and he went and obliged and
found that he liked doing it and then began to wonder that if they enjoyed
it so much, it must be good. So it was the next step for him to have the
opposite man then fuck him and found that he did in fact like it and had
from then on, only gave out sex if was two ways.
     Like me, he'd had a couple of sessions in taking part in some
pornographic picture shoots but didn't want to carry on in case one of the
publications got into the hands of his parents. He also hadn't found
someone yet who he'd rather stay with, that is until he had met me, so I
found that we were very much on the same wavelength.
     By now, both our pricks were up like fighting cocks again and this
time, I fucked him first and got the same pleasure as I had earlier and
simply loved it when he was behind and fucking me afterwards. We fucked all
night and once again in the morning before having a shower and seeing to
the rest of our ablutions before having breakfast. He was surprised when on
asking if I wanted to go swimming in the hotel pool, I said that I couldn't
swim. So he began that morning in teaching me and we carried it on back in
London till I at least could keep myself from drowning. More so, it
appeared to strengthen my leg and thigh muscles that little bit more.
     We had the one more night in the hotel and spent very little of that
in sleeping, draining each other almost to the point of collapse, such was
our eagerness to please the other in our sexual gambits.
				     *
     We left that island paradise the next morning with the others, the
stars and a few more stayed on for the final exterior shots before they
would return to England. All the interior scenes would be in studios just
outside of London as it was much cheaper. To finish off this episode, the
finished film was premiered in London six months later and Tubit and I went
along and sat together, holding hands in the darkness. The best part to me
and to Tubit, was the scene of us staggering out of the water, the camera
quite close to see our naked bums and our hands both squeezed together at
the same time as we got the thrill of seeing our naked arses up on that big
screen.
     It wasn't a blockbuster of a film but got decent reviews and made
money but most of all, because of our parts, the beach scene, we got
several offers for other films.
				     *