Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 09:19:28 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Three's an Odd Number. Chapter Eight.

  But that was for the future. We landed at Heathrow and made our way to my
house for I wanted to introduce Tubit to Peter and Paula, Muriel too. Peter
look a bit askance at me for taking up with a black fella but hid it from
Tubit and they all made him welcome. They wanted to hear all about my
making of the film, us laughing and telling them we were only among the
extras but to them, we were film stars. He stayed for dinner and as we were
both now suffering from jet lag, he stayed the night in bed with me. It was
just a kiss and a cuddle before falling asleep but had sex the next
morning.
      That day, we went off to his place which was a nice comfortable flat
in Chelsea and it was a far better place and locale than where I
lived. Needless to say, I stayed there all day and night with us making our
kind of love the whole time. We'd undressed almost immediately after
entering the place and stayed naked for the rest of the day and that of the
following one. We fucked each other in every part of the flat which
included the toilet.
     I didn't stay the second night for I knew from June that I had a photo
shoot early for some men's aftershave advert. It was for television and it
took them all day before they were satisfied with what they'd got.
     Meanwhile, I was asked to put some money in so that Paula and Muriel
could get a computer for the house and I agreed and gave them what they
wanted and we soon had it installed and up and running. Also having a phone
line, they soon had it hooked up to the internet and got a surprise for
Paula found one particular site that was selling drawings.
     You've probably guessed who of and Paula had been most sure that they
were of me and she was right.
     `Well you are a big man then,' she said as it was quite plain to see
that they were from the art college. Some enterprising student had put them
up for sale and I found out that it was Megan O'Donnell, though I couldn't
put a face to the name. She was selling them for twenty pounds each and I'm
sure she made quite a bit of money by making lots of copies.
     I wondered then at where was the line drawn between child pornography
and adult male pornography for in all those drawings, I was only sixteen at
the time. It was a question that I didn't want raised because it could have
cause trouble for Megan definitely and then maybe for me too, so it was
best to let sleeping dogs lie.
                                                           *
     Tubit and I found that we were now beginning to really love one
another and wanted to stay together and for the time being, we would spend
one week at my house in my room and the next, at his flat. During this
period, I also got June to agree to take on Tubit as his agent and he went
and dumped his existing one and joined the same stable as me. She was then
able to try and get us work together and it worked in quite a few cases.
     It was the to-ing and fro-ing between house and flat that was
beginning to get us both down and Tubit came up with a possible answer to
this. The suggestion was that I moved into his flat, Paula could move into
my double bedded room and they could then let out the other room to cover
the rent and other expenses.
     There wasn't any real answer given to this idea which I put across as
my own, so I took the bull by the horns and told them that I was going to
move out anyway so they'd better find someone to rent the spare room or
cough up the rent themselves.
     Now this really wasn't any hardship for the three of them were earning
enough money to support themselves so I left the option up to them. I moved
out two weeks later and settled in with Tubit.
                                                           *
     Our eighteenth birthdays came and went but both Tubit and myself found
it rather irksome when we didn't have any work on and spent all day in the
flat. Both of us were loathe to go and get jobs that might only last a week
before some modelling was found for us and I came up with another idea that
might suit us.
     I led up to it gently. He was lying on the bed naked, his black body
gleaming with his erection lying up on his stomach as I kissed and licked
every inch, from his toes right up to the hairline of his head. Taking my
time in the teasing of his prick before letting him stick that lovely big
black cock up my arse and give me a good fucking. With him washed and
settled back down again, I lay next to him and as I gently scratched his
chest, told him of how much I enjoyed my childhood on the farm.
     Of how it was possible for me to walk naked about the fields, in the
fresh air and get a good sun tan all over, not that he needed it. The fresh
air and fresh food, plenty of both and doing jobs around the place to make
me as fit as I was, though it was something that I was now missing. The
lifting of the sacks of meal, lifting bales of hay and throwing them up
high, not to mention the odd times I had sex al fresco.
     I then suggested a visit for it had been nearly two years now since
I'd left and I owed them a visit. This he agreed to and so he got another
good wash from me as well as us both fucking each other with love and
finesse. He had a driving licence and so we hired a car and drove down a
couple of days later.
     Flora and Harold were delighted at my coming down to see them
again. They shook hands with Tubit and made him feel most welcome when I
said that we worked together and that I now shared his flat in London.
     `How long can you stay,' Flora asked me.
     `Well that depends on two things Aunt Flora,' I began but got
interrupted.
     `Now you're a young man and can drop the aunt and uncle business. It's
Flora and Harold. That's right dad?' she asked of Harold who agreed with
her, so it became more friendly in doing this.
     `Well I've taken the liberty of giving your telephone number to our
agent,' telling her the role that June played in our lives. `So if anything
turns up, she can ring us here and we can stay as long as you like, bearing
in mind that we may have to up and leave on short notice.'
     `That's fine by us,' she said, a bright smile on her face. `It's been
so quiet since you all left and with us getting on in years, the thought
that taking on more to look after would be asking too much, but we do miss
not having anyone younger about the place, ain't that right dad?' Harold
agreed with her.
     `That's settled then. You go off and show Tubit around the farm and
I'll get your old room ready. Dinner will be at the usual time so don't go
far.'
     We smiled our thanks and I took Tubit out and showed him all of the
buildings round the farm, telling him of how I started at the age of five
by shovelling the cow shit before moving onto doing the pig sty's. The
Dutch barn where I used to sneak off with Bert for a fuck behind the straw
bales. We met Bert on our walk about and he was pleased to see me and I
found out that since I had left, he'd gone and got married to a widow from
the village, so no need for using the barn now he sniggered.
     By that time, dinner would be ready so we went back and Tubit had some
good old home farm cooking and enjoyed it. After which, in the lounge,
Flora embarrassed me by getting out a scrap book and showing Tubit of how I
had become the village hero and he was surprised that I'd never even
mentioned the fact that I was a holder of the George Cross. It elevated me
high in his esteem. There were all the newspaper reports and pictures and
many others that I hadn't seen before of one's taken by the villagers of
the ruined building. Then it was to the video she went and I had to sit
there and squirm at seeing myself on the television. In one clip which I
hadn't seen was of me being carried into the hospital on a stretcher. Torn
clothes and looking really filthy with the mask on my face. Then the
interviews and by fast forwarding on other news of the day, to the cameras
outside the palace after getting the award and my interview. The main theme
that they kept repeating was of the reluctant hero which made me squirm
again in my chair.
     Flora and Harold were most proud in being able to show all this off
and I couldn't stop them for the pleasure it gave them. We begged off then
for I knew that they both were early risers and we said our goodnight's and
went up to my old room. Nothing had changed and the four beds were still
there but only two had been made up.
     `This used to be my bed,' I said sitting down on one, `but when I
reached puberty, I never slept in it again for I used to spend a different
night in one of the others.'
     `With your brother too?' he asked, sitting down next to me.
     `Yes. He was the first one I let fuck me and we never really stopped.'
     `You must love him very much,' he said.
     `Yes. As much I think as I love you.' There, I'd said that word for
the first time to him and he noticed it too.
     `You really love me?' he asked in some disbelief. `A black boy?'
     `I don't see the colour that's on the outside. Inside I see you as
being all bright and rosy and what's more, I love that big prick of yours,
especially when it's inside me.' He smiled and took me into his arms and we
kissed and rolled onto our sides on the bed.
     `I love you too Simon,' he said in a thick voice, this also being the
first he'd said the word and also the first time he called me Simon. I
couldn't get his trousers off quick enough to take his erection into my
mouth to suck and chew on. He was trying to get my clothes off at the same
time and we laughed at the way we got tangled up. We lay together and
sucked and played with the cocks until we had the out coming filling our
mouths and throats before swallowing and turning round to kiss each other
some more.
     We messed up both beds because we fucked each other on both over the
night and after the morning knock on the door, we fucked one another
again. We went and had a shower and the rest before going down for
breakfast an hour and a half later because I didn't have any early morning
jobs to do now.
     I got hold of a bottle of water and a toilet roll before I took Tubit
out and up into the fields and out in the middle of one, out of sight from
everybody, and went down into the tall grass that hadn't been mown yet and
took my clothes off and he didn't need telling to do the same. So out there
in the open, we had the pleasure of having our pricks up each other's arse,
loving the extra thrill of doing it out in the open. The water was for the
washing that we did to each other's prick and drying the wet parts with the
toilet paper.
     I was as happy as a pig in shit being out there with him and held his
hand as I fairly wanted to skip along. We went back to the farm for lunch
and I took him up into the woods during the afternoon and here, in a glade,
stripped off again and laid across a fallen tree trunk and had the rough
bark scratch my stomach as his throbbing prick scratched the insides of my
backside. He thought it was rather decadent having sex like this outside of
the bedroom but enjoyed it all the same and said that I was acting like a
nymph. I couldn't but be happy out there cavorting in the woods with my big
black lover and he was acting the same as me but didn't realise it.
     It was on the walk back to the farmhouse did I now broach the subject
of saying how would he like it if we moved out here and did odd jobs on the
farm and not being paid any wages but fed and housed instead. I could see
that he liked the idea in general but what about any calls on us for our
other work? They won't mind us slipping off for odd days here and there
because we weren't being paid and also not eating so they wouldn't be
losing out. He eventually agreed to do this subject to Harold and Flora
agreeing to it, so they were the next ones to tackle.
     She was most delighted at the suggestion and would be pleased to have
us staying there and Harold agreed too, getting labour without having to
pay any wages. The time we would spend away doing photo shoots and the like
were dismissed.
     Tubit tried to explain that though he'd been born in Senegal, he knew
what was involved in farm work but wasn't qualified to do the more exacting
work. This I read as milking cows, the mixing of feed and the slaughtering
of pigs and chickens but Harold put his mind to rest on this. There's
always fence repairs needed. Somebody has to see that the cows are taken
and collected from the right field. The moving of the small electric
fence. The clearing of the woods in the autumn, chopping up dead limbs for
the farmhouse fire. Harvest time and all that that entailed, none of what
would be expected of us to be anything other than just being a helping hand
around to help out as required.
     The clincher was when Harold pointed out at how I had grown up on the
work I did, building up muscles that made me look a fine figure of a
man. This made me blush and I had to bring things out into the open to
begin with.
     `Ah, er, Harold. Er, it's like this. Back in London, Tubit and I share
the same bed at night. I don't want you to...' He put his hand up and gave
me a wan smile with the interruption.
     `Flora and I may be getting old and we're definitely not senile, well
not yet anyway,' he chuckled. `We guessed that with you turning up with
Tubit, you were rather more than just friends. We are farmers and see this
in nature and humans are not very different from the animals we rear and
look after. We understand and it doesn't change one iota of how we both
feel for you. As long as you are happy and content, we'll neither say or
try to change anything. Does that put your mind to rest?'
     `Yes Harold,' I said, getting up and going over and shaking his
hand. I turned and went to Flora who had tears in her eyes and gave her a
kiss on the cheek.
     `Do you love him?' she asked.
     `Very much,' I said, fighting my own tears back, `and he loves me.'
     `Welcome to the family Tubit,' said Harold standing up and holding out
his hand. Tubit was quickly up and shook the proffered hand and then went
and gave Flora a kiss as I had done and this made the tears now flow down
her cheeks.
     `God bless the pair of you,' she said, wiping her face on the habitual
apron she wore. `Now let me see about the dinner.' and bustled out.
     `After dinner. Let's go down to the pub for a beer,' Harold said, so
this was something new for he seldom ever went to the pub, well not that I
knew of anyway.
     That we did after dinner and what a furore I created when I walked in
and was recognised. I couldn't buy a drink and was having too many offered
by all that were in there and from others that came in too. We'd only gone
in for a quiet drink and now there was a retelling of the accident to the
library and of how I saved the lives of more than the four trapped beneath
that falling wall.
     It was nearly closing time before we could get away and Harold was
most pleased at how much I had been welcomed back and of the response when
he said that I was moving back onto the farm. He also went on to tell them
that I was now into films and advertising which added spice to their
humdrum lives.
      `Such fine people,' Tubit hiccupped on our walk back to the
farm. `I'm going to like living here.'
     `There will be some talk about you being here with Simon,' Harold
said.
     `I don't care,' he said. `I love Simon and he loves me. I don't care
what they say,' he said to Harold and I knew that it was the drink talking
but it made my heart glow that he'd now come out with it to Harold and
there wouldn't be any hang ups about our relationship to each other.
     The following morning, we spoke again with Harold and he said that we
didn't need to buy a car for he would drive and pick us up from the station
at any time. The other thing he said with a chuckle was that he would get a
double bed delivered and take out the four singles from what would be our
room.
     We left later that morning promising to come down as soon as we got
things tied up in London. We were fairly silent on our return trip and
handed the hired car back and went off to his flat.
     `This has never really been home to me,' he said when we got
inside. `But it's handy for when we have to come up here for our other
work.' It pleased me to hear him say this and I gave him a kiss.
     `I do love you Tubit,' I said, holding him tight as I kissed him again
and felt the same response coming from him, that being that our cocks were
rising up to the occasion and so we went off to the bedroom and gave homage
to the phallic symbols that we carried with us and used to our mutual
satisfaction on each other.
     It made no difference to June that we were now living together or
moving down to the farm. It now only needed the one phone call if we were
both wanted at the same time. Also, she always had a few days if not weeks'
notice if and when or where we were needed, so that cleared up that side of
things.
     We went to Balham and told Peter and Paula that we were moving down to
the farm and that Flora and Harold sent their love and made sure that they
had the phone number in case they wanted to talk to me.
     As it happened, we couldn't go straight away for we had been asked for
and landed two small parts in a forth coming film. It wasn't one that I
would have really chosen but the pay offered was good. We were part of
swimming orgy of a party and I think it was because of my muscles and the
bowing down to equal opportunities that Tubit was included plus the added
attraction of having both our backsides seen again on celluloid. Not only
that but if you looked at some of the swimming pool scenes where we are in
the water, you can see that both of us have erections and that they are
taken in hand by two lovely looking girls. We didn't have any lines and I'm
sure you can see our bobbing about cocks when we all clamber out of the
pool during a police raid.
     We also did a few photo shoots for Pink magazine and one that I liked
was us two with our backs to the camera though our fronts could be seen in
the mirror we were facing, though you couldn't really see our erections for
we had Aurora facing the camera, bollock naked like us and she had her
hands down and was holding us and had a big smile on her face. As Tubit and
I had our heads facing towards each other it looked as if we were saying
something and it was a picture for the readers to send in their thoughts as
to what is being said by either one or both of us. Boy did they get some
good captions for the following week with the picture being shown
again. I'll let you think of your own remarks to this.
     So it was a month since we'd left the farm before we returned, to the
delight of both Harold and Flora. He was also delighted to hear that Tubit
had a driving licence for sometimes it was far quicker to use the public
roads to get to some parts of the farm, especially in heavy rain. I also
could now be taught to drive one on the farm for you didn't need a licence
to drive on private property. He told us as he drove us back from the
station that we were most welcome now for they'd just about started on the
harvest and all hands were indeed needed and welcomed.
     Flora was most pleased to see us and urged us to go and unpack before
dinner. We carried our bags upstairs and had the delight to see that the
room had been freshly decorated and now, instead of four single beds, there
was one big king sized bed and a big wardrobe that had a mirror on the
outside. There were two chest of drawers and a bedside cabinet on either
side of the bed, each having a lamp on top. I didn't think that Flora would
now be checking on me to see if I was in bed and turning out the overhead
light.
     `Happy?' asked Tubit as he gave the bed a bounce.
     `You don't know how much, being back in the room where I grew up and
now sharing it with my gorgeous lover,' I said, flinging myself on top of
him and knocking him flat on his back as I kissed him. `I can't wait till
bedtime for you to help me christen this lovely big bed.' He laughed and
kissed me back as he hugged me.
     `My sweet, my love,' he said between his kisses to me and though I
could feel his erection inside his trousers, knew that we didn't have time
but would save it till later.
     Dinner was at its usual early time and we didn't linger in the lounge
afterwards with our coffee for it was now work and we would be woken up at
five thirty in the morning. So we went to bed and I had the pleasure of
kneeling on this reasonably good hard mattress and have my big black lover
behind me and shoving his prick up my arse to my delight and loved his
rhythmic moving inside of my back passage. The bed didn't squeak or give
out groans as I was fucked and was pleased that Harold had picked a good
sturdy one. I cried out at the removal of my reason for living from my
backside but was quick to turn round to pull off the condom, one of
hundreds that we'd brought with us, and took his wet and throbbing prick
into my mouth to suck him clean.
     Then I had the thrill of seeing those gleaming black cheeks in front
of my swinging erection and bent down and gave each one a kiss before I
parted them and pushed my cock up into him and glowed with the cry from him
as I filled him with my flesh and made us one. I stroked his fine black
back as I slowly fucked the man I now knew wholeheartedly that I was in
love with, glad that I'd found such a man as this and came inside him with
joy and pleasure. He then sucked and cleaned me up after I'd pulled out of
him.
                                                           *
     I'd brought several pairs of shorts for us to wear and that's all we
wore as we padded downstairs and got some gumboots on that fitted and I
introduced him to the art of being a pilot. I gave him another shovel like
I picked up and we began to pile the cow shit up to be lifted up by a
tractor's scoop for going into the muck spreader. This is like a long metal
cylinder on wheels that only has half of the top covered. In the middle of
it and powered from the tractor itself, is what looks like a big corkscrew
that revolves when the clutch is engaged and as it turns, the muck that has
been loaded in, starts to fly out in the direction that the open side is
facing. This is the fertiliser to help the grass to grow again after being
cropped.
     This shovelling used to take me on my own, about an hour but we'd
cleaned the cowshed in half the time and washed it out and managed to do
two of the pig sty's before we heard the bell sounding from the kitchen
that told me that the meal would be on the table in fifteen minutes.
     We washed and brushed out the two we'd cleaned before cleaning the
shovels and then washing our boots at the outside tap before entering the
scullery to take them off and wash our own hands and any splashes from our
chest and legs.
     That hour and a half soon creates an appetite and we wolfed it all
down with mugs of tea and hunks of bread and butter. Next we were back
outside with soft trainers on now and I showed Tubit how to hook up a flat
trailer to a tractor and one of the other hands showed him about the easy
controls for driving the tractor. He rode standing next to the driver and
watched as five of us sat on the trailer and were driven up to the field
that already had the harvester at work.
     We then followed behind, picking up the bales as they dropped off the
back of the harvester's unit, already tied with baling string, and made
stacks of the bales for us to collect later. It was hot work and we were
soon covered in sweat and bits of straw and were glad of the ten minute
break halfway through the morning and even more so when we saw the Land
Rover come across the field with our packed lunch. We sat in the shade of
some trees all eight of us and munched the sandwiches and drank the beer or
soft drinks.
     One hour and we were back picking up bales till the half way break and
then on till it was time for a halt to the day's work for the
harvester. That was driven back to the farm for the wheat to be pumped out
into a silo while the rest of us then began to walk behind the trailer
which Tubit now drove, to every stack for us to heave the bales on till it
was eight bales high. Another tractor and trailer had come onto the field
and we carried on and loaded this one too before returning to the farm yard
and unloading both of the trailers by the Dutch barn.
     God I was knackered and knew that Tubit was too, for I was out of
shape for this kind of work and realised that I'd made the right decision
in coming to live and work here for it would tone up both our muscles and
keep us fit and healthy.
     The only drawback to this was that we'd showered and dressed, eaten
dinner and gone straight to bed and didn't have the strength to make love
and it was only a kiss before we were asleep.
     It was three days before we found we could manage one good fuck each
and three weeks before we could do it twice, but we both felt much better
for the exercise.
     Sunday was a blessing for we didn't bother with breakfast but made up
for lost sex by staying in bed all morning, sucking and fucking each other.
     The harvesting of the wheat was nearly over before we had our first
call from June and as the date set wasn't for another two weeks, we were
able to help finish that side of the harvesting. The next would be the hay
but this was always cut and then left to dry out for several days,
sometimes weeks, depending on the weather and the amount of sun, before the
bailer goes out and scoops it up and turns out the bales, all tied up for
collecting later.
     We were away for a week doing some photo shots of us in summer swim
wear for a firm's next year's catalogue, and back again for the collecting
of the hay. Tubit worked tirelessly and made me so proud of not hearing one
word of complaint in doing this work and when that was finished, we had
more time to spend alone as we went out into the fields or woods and made
love in the only way we can.
     Harold was proud of us too and said so and even treated us down in the
pub when the harvesting was over. Well, he treated all the farm hands but
he made a point of saying to the others of how it all went quicker due to
us two new hands.
     Late autumn was now upon us and Tubit and I felt much stronger and
fitter, losing what little fat we'd gained and now we used our strength to
pull out fallen trees from the woods where a tractor couldn't go. The
bigger trunks, we cut up there and then and dragged out what we could carry
for nothing is ever wasted on a farm. It was preferable to cut those trees
into logs back at the farm for the sawdust was used as litter for both the
pigs and the chickens. It had always been the practise to make sure that
the big shed that was at the rear of the house was full of dry logs before
the winter set in and the rains came. There's nothing worse than sitting in
front of a log fire that only sizzles and gives off lots of smoke and no
flame.
                                                           *
     Our love making at night became more tender, taking our time to give
each other a long slow fuck before coming and in the oral sex, we made it
last as long as we could. We even made use of a hard backed chair that I
would take from the kitchen on the days that Flora and Harold went off to
market. I would take this up to our room and have Tubit sit down with his
erection sticking upright and I would straddle the chair and sit down on
him and have him enter me this way so that we could hold each other and
kiss as his prick would throb away inside me. Half the time I would come
myself because of having my prick squashed up between us and have to lick
my semen off of his chest while he sucked the rest out of my prick. But
it's a grand way to have the one you love up inside and to be able to hold
and hug as well as kiss whilst having a fuck this way.
     Our room was rather cold during the winter but it was nice to snuggle
down under the heavy duvet and use our own body heat to keep us warm as
well as working up a sweat in our fucking.
     Christmas was a happy time too with the lounge decorated with a tree
and paper chains hanging all over the place. We'd been into town and
brought a gift each for Flora and Harold and we got one each from them and
with the lovely meal and drinks, Tubit announced, with tears in his eyes
that he'd never had such a Christmas in his life and was very happy,
pleased and grateful that he'd been allowed to share this with us. It was a
very emotional speech from him and it made Flora cry and even Harold had
the odd tear in his eye. I cried and hugged him as did Flora though Harold
only shook his hand and clamped an arm round his shoulders as he toasted us
both saying that we both had made him and Flora very happy by being there
with them. We all became maudlin and drunk that night and we even got drunk
on New Year's Eve as we saw in the New Year, drinking toast after toast.
      We began to cut back on the number of times we left the farm. We
didn't really need much money and had sufficient for our needs because we
found that all we really wanted was each other. In bed, out in the woods or
the fields, we could be on our own, to stroke, kiss and make love.
     We were laying there in the spring grass, so soft that it didn't
scratch at all. I had already fucked Tubit and now he was behind me and
giving me all that I'd ever found that I wanted, and that was his big prick
up my arse giving me such pleasure. I cried at his withdrawal and had
washed him and lay in his arms.
     `I sometimes wish that I could really be a woman and give you a baby,'
I said, getting some really deep thoughts of maybe wanting to really be a
female. `But it's something we can never have but we can keep on
trying. Besides, there's just the two of us and that's how it will stay for
three's an odd number.'

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