Ripe For Picking – Part 3

By Kevin Moore

It had just stopped raining when Jerome’s Super Snipe came to a sudden halt outside the cottage. I had been looking forward to my second visit to the cottage for several days, but now that I was on the brink, so to speak, I was getting rather nervous about being the centre of attention again.

‘Here we are again,’ said Jerome, as he placed his hand on my crotch and squeezed Tiny Tim, through the fabric of my shorts and Y-fronts, real hard.

‘Is it going to be like last time?’ I asked.

‘I’m not too sure,’ he replied. ‘Eric knows lots of gang-bangers, so there might be a dozen or more cocks behind that front door, waiting to fuck you.’

‘A dozen!’ I exclaimed, parting my legs a little to give Jerome more access to my semi-erect cock.

‘Or more,’ he added, grinning.

‘Really?’ I queried.

‘Yep,’ he said, squeezing my cock. ‘Those photographs of you and me in the clearing caused quite a stir. You’re the group’s new pin-up. They all want to meet you now.’

‘Really!’ I said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

‘So, you gonna take off your togs and walk bare-arsed to the front door?’ he asked.

‘I might do,’ I replied, buoyed up by the ‘pin-up’ comment. ‘If you think I should.’

Jerome continued to fondle my cock through the fabric of my shorts and Y-fronts. His fingers deftly squeezed my knob and caressed my hard-standing shaft.

‘Oh, yes,’ he said cheerfully. ‘It’ll be so-o-o lewd and rude, and so-o-o cool.’

‘And it isn’t that far to walk,’ I said.

‘No more than eight to ten yards.’

‘And Eric’s friends would want me to do it, as a dare.’

‘Oh, yes,’ he smiled. ‘You can bet on that.’

It didn’t take me more than a few minutes to strip off in the car and handover my clothes and sandals to Jerome, who put them in a large knapsack.

‘Now open the door and get out,’ he instructed. ‘And walk up the path as slow as you can.’

My whole body shuddered with excitement as I fumbled with the door handle. This sort of thing was so unlike me: I would never be so brazen normally. Jerome and his friends had clearly found, and released, the devil in me.

The palms of my hands were soaked in sweat, and I was trembling like a leaf, when the car door swung open and the warm, summer air touched my skin.

‘This is it,’ I thought. ‘Just eight to ten yards, max.’

I kept repeating these words in my head as I got out of the car and stood by the garden gate, stark-bollock naked.

‘Open the gate and walk to the front door,’ said Jerome, reaching out with his left hand to close the car door.

The door slammed shut behind me as I opened the gate and stepped onto the path. The car’s horn then sounded, and before I knew it, the Super Snipe was on the move: heading off at great speed to Elm Green.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ I cursed. ‘He’s driven off and left me. The rat’s taken my clothes and left me!’

The roar of the engine quickly faded as I made a mad dash for the front door. I was in a real panic, hoping that Eric and his friends were awaiting my arrival.

I knocked on the door and waited. A blackbird began to sing as I listened frantically for the lock to turn.

‘Shut up, bird,’ I mumbled. ‘Go sing your song somewhere else.’

I looked up and down the lane, and then rapidly scanned the garden for somewhere to hide. If someone was to come along, a bush of some kind would definitely be needed.

‘Close the gate, Kevin,’ a disembodied voice said. ‘I won’t let you in until you close the gate and walk back to the door, slowly.’

The muffled voice was coming from behind the door, and it sounded a little like Keith’s. I looked up and down the lane again, before doing as I was told.

‘Good,’ said the disembodied voice. ‘Now wait there for a few minutes.’

‘No, let me in,’ I shouted, banging on the door. ‘Don’t leave me standing out here. Someone might walk by.’

‘Button it, Kevin,’ said the voice. ‘You don’t want to be standing there for any longer than need be.’

‘No, right,’ I said, through gritted teeth. ‘I’ll wait here until you open the door.’

‘And don’t forget to play with your cock. I won’t let you in unless you have a nice stiffy to show me.’

Beads of sweat ran down my face as I turned my back to the door – in order to keep a sharp eye out for anyone passing by.

The sound of the lock turning, some ten minutes later, really calmed me down. I was so nervous during those long and frantic minutes, and yet I continued to play with my cock throughout – the devil in me seemed to enjoy this kind of humiliation.

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Once inside the cottage, I used a finger and thumb to pull on my foreskin, hoping to fool Keith into thinking my cock was fully erect.

‘Stop doing that,’ said Keith, who was just as naked as I was. ‘Eric wants you to pretend to be a dog today; an obedient, cock-licking dog. Okay?’

I nodded my head and I let go of Tiny Tim.

‘We have a guest that wants to see you down, on all-fours, acting like a cock-sucking dog,’ he continued. ‘And if you mess up, you’ll be out on your ear.’

‘Jerome’s driven off with my clothes,’ I said. ‘I can’t go home without my clothes.’

‘So you better not mess up. Okay?’

I nodded again as Keith put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down, on all-fours. He then slapped me across the arse and told me to follow him into the living-room.

‘Here’s our new bum-boy, Bryan,’ said Eric, who was naked, like all the others in the room, and sitting in the armchair by the window.

‘You’re a fine looking hound, Kevin,’ said Bryan, who was sitting in the armchair by the fireplace. ‘Come over here and lick this bone I have for you.’

The man sat forward and patted his thigh. He was a tall, thin man with a long, pencil-thin cock.

On the sofa, a young thruster was bouncing up and down on Clive’s hard-standing cock. He was making all kinds of guttural noises as the man fucked his arse. I later discovered that Andy, the young thruster, was Bryan’s house boy, and that he and I were being swapped that day.

Andy had a dog collar round his neck, and there was a leather leash draped over the back of the sofa. I looked at the fresh-faced blond and wondered how old he was, and how long he had been Bryan’s bum-boy.

‘Stop gaping, boy,’ said Keith, as he slapped my arse. ‘Get over there and lick that tasty bone.’

I happily complied, positioning myself between Bryan’s legs in double quick time.

‘You’re a real cutie,’ said Bryan. ‘I’m going to take very good care of you today. I might even bounce you up and down on my knob, like Clive’s doing to Andy. Would you like that?’

I nodded my head and smiled.

‘Now lean forward and open wide.’

I worked on the man’s cock for a good long while, trying to please him in any way I could. I listened intently to every sound he made, whilst keeping an ear out for what was happening on the sofa.

I was so envious of Andy: he had three hard-standing cocks to play with; I only had the one.

‘Why couldn’t Keith take a little time out to fuck me?’ I thought. ‘He could hump me while I licked Bryan’s cock into shape. Now that would be fair.’

‘Suck on my balls, Kevin,’ said Bryan. ‘Then run the tip of your tongue up and down my stem, like you did before. That was magic.’

I happily complied, hoping to get a few more compliments out of Andy’s owner, as well as a mouthful of spunk.

‘How’s it going over there?’ asked Bryan.

‘Great!’ Eric replied. ‘You certainly know how to train a horny pup. He’s drained Clive dry.’

‘This pup is just as keen,’ said Bryan. ‘He’s a natural, and so cute. All he needs is a little training.’

Andy was now being humped by Keith and face-fucked by Eric. The two men were giving the pup a really good seeing to; and judging by all the boisterous grunts and groans, they were enjoying every minute of it.

‘Arch your back, boy,’ Keith ordered. ‘I want to go in a little deeper.’

‘He’s gorgeous,’ said Eric to Keith.

‘And so fuckin’ fuckable,’ added Clive, who was sprawled out on the floor, recuperating.

‘Let’s leave these star-struck sods to it, Kevin,’ said Bryan. ‘We have work to do upstairs, so get your arse in gear and follow me.’

The bed in the spare room had been stripped down to a single sheet and adorned with lengths of rope, leather straps and rubber dildos.

‘Now this is where your training begins,’ said Bryan. ‘So get on the bed and lay face down.’

The thought of being transformed into an obedient sex pet, just like Andy, overruled my concern about the ropes and leather restraints. My libido was now calling the shots, so I clambered onto the bed and made myself comfortable.

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Copyright (c) 2011-2013 Andy Caulden

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