Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2021 16:35:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: The Rotation - Part Two for Gay >Young Friends

Here I offer Part Two of my little story "The Rotation." Enjoy, and please
do let me know if you do, though I don't ignore negative criticism, if you
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	The Rotation -- Part Two

	It amazed me how much work it took to arrange The Rotation.  We
actually spent nearly an hour at a sleepover in Harry's room, with paper
and pencil, to set it up.  We quickly decided that we couldn't all fuck and
get fucked every time we slipped off to our special spot.  Instead we
decided that each time, one of us would be the butt boy, and so be fucked
by the other two.  Harry, the only one with experience, assured us that the
"fuckers" would each want to go twice, so the "butt-boy" would have to take
four fucks.

	Since I'd already agreed to be the butt-boy first, Devon and Harry
threw paper, rock, scissors, best two out of three, to determine who would
fuck me first.  Harry won in the third round, so his big five inches would
go up in me before Devon's smaller four inches.  Then things got a bit
complicated.

	Since we agreed that we'd set up a rotation so that everyone had to
take his turn as the butt-boy, we needed to find a way to make it fair.
Devon was the one who suggested that the butt-boy from the previous time
would get to fuck the next butt-boy first.  So then, the next time around,
I would get to be first fucking... whom?  While it seemed logical that I
would fuck Harry first, it didn't work out quite right.  The only way that
assured a proper rotation was that, in the second round, Devon would be
butt-boy, and I'd fuck him first.  Then Harry would take his turn.  After
that, of course, Harry would be butt-boy, and Devon would fuck him first.
In short, Devon would be a virgin the first time I took his ass.  The
thought made my heart skip a beat, I think.

	Then we came up with rules.  Obviously taking a lead from his older
cousin, Harry first suggested that the butt-boy couldn't complain, unless,
of course, he was being hurt.  We all agreed that we'd never purposely hurt
one another, so this wasn't an issue.  But Harry had picked up another
trait from his cousin.  He'd been made to totally submit to the whims of
the siblings, stripping when told, standing still when told, bending over
when told, and sucking dicks when told.  It was a true dominance and
humiliation game.  In other words, his body was their's.  Since Devon and I
didn't really think that, between the three of us, any of us could be
humiliated, we agreed that the butt boy would do as he was told, and the
second rule was written down.

	The third rule dealt with positions.  Harry, again the only one
with experience, told us how he'd been fucked on his knees with his ass up
high, lying on his back with his legs held back and as wide as they could
be, or standing up, like someone getting a pat down from a cop, with his
hands on a wall and bending over.  It would be up to the fucker to decide
how he wanted the butt-boy.

	So that no one could be hurt, a fourth rule was added.  It stated
that the butt-boy could simply stop everything.  He could just say no.  It
was expected that he'd have to have a reason he could explain.  After all,
this was meant to be fun, not rape.  The three of us agreed that we
wouldn't call a stop unless we had a very good reason.  Of course, we had
no idea of S&M at the time, and so "safe words" never occurred to us.  We
figured just saying "stop" would be enough.

	Then we started to make a list of things we'd need.  Harry
suggested the most essential thing: lube.  I said that I could go to the
drub store in the morning and buy it.  I had some pocket money, and I
didn't think anyone would question me buying it.  If they did, I said that
I'd say my mother needed it because she'd burnt her hand making dinner.
Devon suggested some sort of blanket or something, saying the grass was
nice and soft, but it might be better to have something made of cloth to,
as he put it, "fuck on."

	"Oh, I have that covered too," I smiled.  I knew that there was a
big old comforter in a plastic storage bin in our garage.  No one had even
looked at it in years, and I doubted it would be missed.  By the time it
might be, I could simply shrug and plead ignorance, asking how I would know
where it went.  I said that I could stuff it into a big plastic garbage bag
with the vaseline I'd be buying on Wednesday.

	"Okay," Harry said.  "I'll bring a roll of paper towels.  We're
gonna need to wipe the lube and cum off of Jeremy's ass before we get
dressed, or else he could have some messy shorts by the time we walk home."
Devon and I both said we hadn't thought of that.  I appreciated Harry's
concern.

	Excited by the prospect of our new rotation, we spent a few
pleasant hours playing with and sucking each other's dicks until we were
all exhausted.  Not even bothering to cover our nakedness, Devon and I went
across to Harry's older brother's room to share the double bed, while Harry
slept in his own twin bed.  Harry's big brother had stayed at the apartment
he shared with his college friends, taking summer courses, hoping to finish
his undergrad studies in three years, rather than four.

	Unable to resist, Devon and I wrapped ourselves around one another,
delighting in the feeling of each others nude bodies.

	"Devon," I said sleepily, "can I tell you something?"

	"Yeah, man," Devon replied, sounding just as tired as me.

	"You know, I think Harry is cool and all," I struggled to explain,
"but I really like you a lot.  I mean, I think about you all the time.  I
really wish you would be the first one to fuck me."

	Devon took a deep breath, and then paused for a long while before
saying, "Me too.  But I'm glad you'll be the first one to fuck me."

	"Well, I've been thinking," I went on.  "We're not doing this until
Thursday.  Could you sleep over my place tomorrow night?  We don't have to
tell Harry.  But if you do, maybe you could fuck me.  Y'know, maybe like
practice."

	"You serious?" Devon asked.

	"I would so let you," I replied, trying to sound resolute.  "And
your dick is smaller than Harry's.  I think I'm a little afraid that it
might hurt.  Maybe yours wouldn't hurt me."

	"Well, I need to make sure my mom would let me, since we're
sleeping over tonight," Devon reasoned.  "But I bet she'd let me."  Devon
was the only one of my friends, beyond me and Harry, who had a single
parent.  I never asked, and he never explained where his father might be,
or even if he was alive.  I don't know the full effect of that, but it
always seemed to me that he enjoyed a bit more freedom than either Harry or
me.  "I do really want to try it."  I fell asleep in Devons arms, feeling
as if I actually had the boyfriend I wanted.

	Morning arrived and Devon and I woke at the same time, blinking as
we looked into each other's eyes.  He looked so cute that I couldn't stop
myself, and I pressed my lips to his.  With all the jerking and sucking
we'd done, none of us had ever kissed the other.  I felt great relief as
Devon became actively involved in the kiss.  We stroked each other's hair
as we opened our lips a bit, learning how to properly kiss for the first
time in either of our lives.  We did nothing with our tongues, not knowing
how, but the lip to lip contact satisfied us both.

	"Shit," Devon said suddenly, pulling back from me.

	"What?" I said, a bit disconcerted.

	"You're giving me a boner," Devon, explained, "And we're naked, and
our clothes are over in Harry's room."  I suddenly understood his concern.
I had no idea who else might be in Harry's house.  We'd crossed the hall
naked last night, presuming that everyone else would be asleep.  Now we had
to find a way to get back to Harry's room without anyone seeing our bare
asses and boned cocks.

	Fortunately, it wasn't an issue.  I cracked the door open and
neither saw nor heard anyone else.  We both crossed the hall quickly, and
were soon hidden behind Harry's door.  Devon giggled as he saw Harry, naked
as nature, having apparently kicked off his top sheet during the night.
Devon and I shared a mischievous grin, and then leapt onto Harry's bed,
molesting his nude body as he struggled to wake up.

	"Get off me, ya fags," Harry pretended to complain, but then
flopped onto his back and let us have our way with his dick and balls.  He
giggled, clearly pleased with our way of waking him up.  He kept giggling
as I stroked his morning wood and Devon played with his hairless balls.
But neither Devon nor I had any intention of getting our friend off as he
lay lazily in bed.

	"Wake up, you lazy slob," I said, slapping him on his belly.  "We
have things to do today."

	"Geez, you're that excited to feel our dicks up your ass tomorrow?"
Harry chuckled, as he turned to place his feet on the floor.  "Well, I
can't wait, either.  I've never fucked a virgin boy.  I'm sure my little
cousin had his brother's dick up him a ton of times before I ever got to do
it.  Was still fun, though."

	Harry had an ensuite bathroom, though the bath/shower combo was a
standard size.  Still we all squeezed ourselves in together, and shared a
very enjoyable, wet, and soapy half an hour together.  By the time we had
finished, we were probably the cleanest and horniest 13 year olds in the
entire country.  Once rinsed off, we all pulled on our cutoffs and nothing
else, and ran down the stairs to the kitchen, where we were all amazed to
see Harry's mother preparing a huge breakfast of pancakes, fried eggs and
sausage for us all.

	"I thought we'd just be eating cereal," Devon thought aloud.

	"Not in my house, young man," Harry's mother smiled.  "I know what
growing boys need.  You'll sit your boney little ass down and eat
everything I give you."  She chuckled and added, "I don't know where you
boys put it all, but I think you need it."

	We all strove to prove her right as we absolutely tore through
every piece of food she placed before us.  I couldn't remember being more
hungry, or eating more food than I did that morning.  I kept looking down
at my bare, skinny belly wondering when it would start to bulge from
everything I'd eaten.  As we sat side-by-side, Devon kept putting his bare
foot on top of mine, forcing his toes between mine.  There was something so
erotic about that contact, though I don't think the word "erotic" actually
occurred to me.  I just liked it.  Hell, if I had a fetish, it was probably
feet, and Devon had some cute toes.

	"All right, Harry," his mom said, "I hope you know we have plans
today.  You have your annual physical, so I hope you took a good shower.
And I don't want you wearing those worn out cutoffs, either.  You can wear
those shorts I bought you.  A T-shirt is fine.  You'll probably be in your
underwear most of the time, anyway, so it hardly matters.  And make sure
you wear a pair of the new ones I just bought you.  And make sure you have
a good poop before we go."

	Harry was, by then, blushing furiously.  The thing was, he, Devon
and I all had the same doctor.  We all had annual physicals, and while
Harry's mother didn't seem to realize it, underwear hardly ever entered
into the picture.  When we were asked to undress, the doctor made it clear
that that meant everything.  I wasn't certain it was the same for Harry,
but I was made to stand naked as the doctor did basic things like push my
tongue down with a stick that almost always made me gag.  I couldn't even
stand those balsa wood spoons you got with ice cream cups.  Then he'd prod
me with a stethoscope, listening to my chest, my back and my stomach.  He
almost always had a hand on my ass while he did that.

	Then he'd have me get up on the examination table, covered with
paper.  First he would have me lay face down, and run his fingers up and
down on either side of my backbone.  He explained he was checking for
scoliosis, which he said was common among young men like me.  Apparently,
if he was to be believed, my spine ran all the way down to the crack of my
ass.  He then had me roll over, which was embarrassing thanks to him
feeling up my butt, and so I would always be a bit hard.  He'd always press
the business end of the stethoscope right above my dick, spending a long
time listening to, as he said, how my bowels were moving.  It sure seemed
to take a long time.

	At my physical the previous year, when I was 12 years old, the
doctor had asked me how many times a day I moved my bowels.  I had no idea
what he meant, and told him so.  He smiled and asked how many times a day I
"took a poop."  I'm sure I was blushing furiously when I told him that I
usually had a poop every morning.  It was rare that I had more than one a
day.  He furrowed his brow and said he'd better take a look.  He asked me
to turn over again and get onto my knees.  I turned my head to see him
pulling on a rubber glove.  Then I saw him take a tube of some sort of gel
and squirt it onto his first two fingers.  Then he told me to spread my
legs farther apart and placed his ungloved hand between my shoulders,
pushing until until my face rested on my forearms.

	"Now just relax," he said.  I jerked away as I felt his gloved and
lubed finger touch my asshole.  "Relax," he repeated.  "I need to know
what's going on in there."  I panted in an attempt to do as I was told.  He
was a doctor, after all, so I assumed what he was doing was necessary.
Still, I couldn't help but squeal loudly when his finger penetrated my
tight sphincter.  "It's OK," he assured me.  "I know it feels odd, but it's
a common procedure."  It was only years later that I would discover that
what he was doing to a 12 year old boy was neither common nor acceptable.
He would, one day, be arrested for molesting young boys.  I wish I'd known
it at the time.

	I moaned the entire time he slid his finger in and out of me.  I
moaned all the more loudly when a second finger joined the first.  He had
no problem, of course, finding my undeveloped prostate.  It was there, on
his examination table, that I experienced my first pre-pubescent orgasm.
Of course, nothing came out of my very stiff 12 year old dick, but it
throbbed like it never had before.

	"Now just stay where you are for a moment," the doctor said as he
withdrew his fingers, and soon I felt something cold and wet wiping my
exposed ass.  He took a good long time wiping away all the slippery stuff
he'd used on and in me.  "Yes, you are quite healthy for a boy your age.  I
bet by your next physical, you will be able to give me a sperm sample so
that we can make sure you're maturing properly."  He was, as it turned out,
a total perv.  Obviously, I never mentioned to my mother everything that
had happened in the exam room.  As I said, he was a doctor, and so I
believed him when he said that what he did was "normal."

	I presumed that Harry was in for the same treatment that day, and
Devon and I blushed along with him.  I suspected that the doctor would be
pleased when Harry was able to provide a fine sperm sample for the doctor's
"examination."  Again, presuming it was a routine procedure, I almost
wished I could be in the room to watch.

	Having devoured the hearty breakfast, the three of us nearly
dragged ourselves up the stairs to Harry's room.  Harry immediately dropped
his cutoffs and pulled a clean pair of Fruit of the Looms out of a drawer.

	"Why bother?" I asked.  "You know Doc DiRocco is just gonna make
you get naked."

	Harry blushed again.  "So, he's the same way with you?"  I wasted
no time telling him about my last physical, and Devon wasted no time
echoing nearly everything I said.

	"Bet he's gonna make you squirt this time," I said.  "He wants a
sperm sample."  By now, Harry was nearly scarlet.

	"Told me the same thing," Devon added.  "He kept pushing his
fingers in my ass till I had an orgasm.  Nothing came out though."

	"Me neither," I nodded.  "But now we know you make real sperm.  Bet
he'll love gettin' that outta ya."

	"Fuck," Harry groaned.  "I really don't like him fingering my ass.
Something seems wrong about it."

	"Hey, he's a doctor, man," I shrugged.  "It must be something he
has to do."  Again, little did we know.

	Devon and I pulled on our t-shirts and shoes, neither of us even
caring where our briefs might be among the debris on Harry's floor.  We
wished Harry a good orgasm at the doctor's office, whereupon he told us to
go fuck ourselves.  We laughed as we ran down the stairs.  We both said
goodbye to Harry's mother and thanked her for the magnificent breakfast.
She waved it off as if it was no big deal.

	Devon and I laughed as we walked home, imagining Harry's physical
with Dr. Feel-Em-Up.  OK, that was a name we wouldn't use until after we
were adults, and the doctor was safely ensconced in one prison or another.
What we did know was that, at sometime during that day, Harry was going to
have a couple fingers up his ass, and squirting his ball load into whatever
the doctor parked under his dick slit.  We both realized, of course, that
the doctor would be collecting our thin, clear cum as well when we had our
own back-to-school physicals.  Again, at the time we had no idea this
wasn't a usual part of a young teen's physical.