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.