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All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is 
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of 
sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. 
READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or 
offended by such material.
 
Kevin: Ripe For Picking - Part 3
 
By Andy Caulden
 
It had just stopped raining when Jack'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 Jack, 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 boy-
lovers, 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 
Jack 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 circle's new pin-up boy. 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 boy' 
comment. 'If you think I should.'
 
Jack 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 naughty.'
 
'And it isn't that far to walk,' I said.
 
'No more than six to eight 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 Jack, 
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. Jack and his 
friends had clearly found, and released, the little 
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 six to eight 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 Jack, 
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: head-
ing 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 boy,' 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, boy,' 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 five 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 little devil in me seemed 
to enjoy this kind of humiliation.
 
*  *  *
 
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, boy,' 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.'
 
'Jack'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, Tom,' said Eric, who was naked, 
like all the others in the room, and sitting in the arm-
chair by the window.
 
'You're a fine looking hound, Kevin,' said Tom, 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 boy 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 Simon, the boy, was Tom's stepson, and 
that he and I were being swapped that day.
 
Simon 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 Tom'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 Tom's 
legs in double quick time.
 
'You're a real cutie,' said Tom. '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 Simon. 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 Simon: 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 Tom's cock 
into shape. Now that would be fair.'
 
'Suck on my balls, Kevin,' said Tom. '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 Simon's step-father, as well as a mouthful of 
spunk.
 
'How's it going over there?' asked Tom.
 
'Great!' Eric replied. 'You certainly know how to train 
a horny pup. He's drained Clive dry.'
 
'This pup is just as keen,' said Tom. 'He's a natural, 
and so cute. All he needs is a little training.'
 
Simon was now being humped by Keith and face-fucked by 
Eric. The two men were giving the boy 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 
Tom. '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 Tom. 'So 
get on the bed and lay face down.'
 
The thought of being transformed into an obedient sex 
pet, just like Simon, 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.
 
- - -
 
All comments and suggestions welcome.
 
- - -
 
Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, April 2010
 
 
 
       		 	   		  
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