Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2021 16:40:15 +0000 (UTC) From: pensievemind@aol.com Subject: The Rotation - Part Three I hope you've been liking this story so far. Just a reminder that there will be six installments, and that it's completely written, so there will be a conclusion. Remember as well that Nifty needs your donations to keep posting stories for your enjoyment. Lastly, I'd really like to hear what you think of my little story, good or bad. Comments can be sent to pensievemind@aol.com. Yeah, that's right, AOL. It's free and it still works for me, so there. The Rotation -- Part Three Before going home, Devon went with me to the drug store that was only two blocks away from my house. I told him to wait outside when I went in to buy the petroleum jelly, afraid that if we both went, someone might guess what we wanted it for. I mean, two 13 year old boys buying the large economy size of petroleum jelly? I think that, even today, I would have my suspicions. "That's a lot," Devon remarked, looking into the bag. "Well, we don't want to have to keep going back for more," I shrugged. "They might start to ask questions. And if you guys are gonna be sticking your dicks in me, I want you to use a lot!" He laughed and promised he would. We got to Devon's house first. He only lived three doors down from me, and I usually had to pass his house whenever I went almost anywhere. "I been thinkin'," Devon said. "Why don't you sleep over at my place tonight? You know my room is downstairs, and my mom sleeps upstairs. If we're gonna... y'know, we don't have to be worried about making too much noise. Plus, my door locks." "Good idea," I smiled. "Well, I better get home and check in. I bet there's a list of chores I have to do." Devon went up his walk and I continued on to home, going through the garage to stash the lube. There was a pretty short list of things my mom wanted me to do. I got started on it immediately. I needed her in a good mood to ensure that I could spend the night with Devon. I wanted to keep working, but mom insisted I sit down and eat lunch. I didn't actually realize how hungry I was until I bit into my bologna sandwich. Yes, bologna was considered good food back then. I scarfed it down with some chips and Pepsi, and then went back to my chores. I managed to finish before two o'clock. Feeling that my hard work had earned my mother's forbearance, I raised the idea of me sleeping over at Devon's. She agreed, saying that she and dad wanted to go out that night anyway. I could have done a backflip from joy! I was so sweaty from working in the yard that I needed another shower. Feeling a bit sexy, and a bit naughty, I stripped off in my bedroom and walked down the hall to the bathroom naked. "Honey, don't walk around the house naked," my mother huffed as she saw my bare butt slipping into the bathroom. I just giggled and shimmied a bit before closing the door. Fortunately, she only saw me from behind, and so didn't see my semi sticking out in front. I stood in front of the large mirror considering my naked body. As usual, I took the hand mirror so I could turn around and look at my ass in the wall mirror. I thought it looked pretty tight, though I didn't think it looked as good as Devon's. As soon as I thought of him, my dick hardened completely. After tonight, I would no longer be a virgin. I will have had Devon's hard dick inside me. I will have been fucked. At least, that was my plan. I adjusted the water and stepped into the shower. With the warm water streaming down, I began to caress myself, pretending my hands were Devon's. I touched myself all over in ways I hoped that Devon would touch me. I didn't want him to just fuck me; I wanted him to love my whole body, just like I loved his. Needless to say, I had a very satisfying soapy jerk off session while I washed myself. I even stuck a soapy finger up inside my ass, to make sure I was as clean in there as possible. For just a moment, I thought about the doctor's slippery fingers bringing me to a climax as I knelt there so vulnerable on his exam table. I finished my shower, got out and dried off. Having just cum, I no longer felt the need to walk around naked, so I wrapped a towel around myself and returned to my room. I dressed in a clean pair of cutoffs, one of my shortest pairs, and a plain blue t-shirt. I figured I could do without underwear as the denim would hide my boner well enough. I slipped on my sneakers without socks, then looked at myself in the full length mirror on the door. I actually got hard looking at myself. A t-shirt, shorts and sneakers were all that separated me from being nude. I figured it would make things easier later. As I thought of making Devon strip me off in his room, I suddenly remembered I still had to get through dinner with my mom and dad. I regretfully stripped off my tight, short cutoffs and found a longer, looser pair. Not as sexy, but parental appropriate. I would have plenty of time to change back after dinner. Dad normally arrived home from work by 5:30, and was nearly always ravenous, so we were eating by 5:45. Suited me that day, since I was due at Devon's at 6:30. For some reason, people always make fun of meatloaf. I never understood it because I loved meatloaf, and my mother made a great one. Plus she always made mashed potatoes and gravy. Well, she heated up store bought gravy, but I didn't care. I swear, I could eat the same dinner for a month and not complain. And she always made enough that I knew I'd be having a meatloaf sandwich for lunch the next day. I thought about that for another minute and realized I wouldn't be home for lunch tomorrow. I'd be with Devon and Harry in our special spot, kneeling on a comforter while they took turns sticking their hard cocks in my mouth and up my ass. As inconspicuously as possible, I stuck a hand in my pocket to adjust my hard dick so it pointed straight up. Still, I managed to devour every thing on my plate. We seldom ate dessert, my father and I preferring seconds of dinner rather than anything sweet after. After dinner came the clean up, most of which consisted of wrapping the leftovers, rinsing the dishes and putting them into the dishwasher. Afterwards, my parents went into the living room to watch the news, as they did every night, and I went upstairs to my room. I pulled off my longer cutoffs and pulled on the tighter, shorter pair I'd had on before. Because I had a bit of a foot fetish, I traded my sneakers for a pair of sandals. Sandals really weren't popular back in the mid seventies, not for boys anyway, but I liked being that close to barefoot. I waited until 6:25. I wanted to be able to run out the front door before my parents noticed I'd changed my shorts. The t-shirt I'd chosen hung down far enough to cover whatever little bulge I might be showing, but certainly not far enough to hide how high the bottoms of my cutoffs sat on my thighs. I rushed down the stairs, shouted a goodbye to my parents, and slipped outside. I felt the very warm breeze blow across my legs as I made my way up the street to Devon's house. Geez, even the wind made me horny! My finger had barely touched the doorbell when Devon's door flew open. There he stood, the boy I had begun lusting over, in nothing but a tight pair of corduroy shorts, every bit as short as the cutoffs I was wearing. I immediately began to wonder if he had any underwear on. This skinny, deeply tanned boy was going to be fucking me that night. My dick was already stiff at the prospect. "C'mon in," Devon said, a huge grin on his face. "You can say hi to mom." He led me into the living room where his mom was reading a book. "Hello, Jeremy, she said cheerfully. "It's nice to see you. I suppose you and Devon will be running off to his room, so I probably won't see you until tomorrow." "Uh," I tried to reply, looking to Devon for support. "I thought we might swim for a bit," Devon said. There was an above ground pool in Devon's backyard. It wasn't some cheap job either. It had a deck all around it, and was pretty big. "Good idea," his mom replied. "Be a shame to waste a beautiful night like this holed up indoors." "So let's get some trunks on," Devon said, actually grabbing my hand and leading me down the hall to his first floor bedroom. "I didn't bring trunks," I said once we'd gotten to his room. "That's OK," he replied. "You can wear one of mine." He closed and locked the door. "OK, get naked," he said, as if it was a foregone conclusion. Only too happy to comply, I kicked off my sandals, pulled off my shirt, and dropped my shorts. "Oh god," Devon sighed as he stared at my naked body. "I can't wait till tonight. Here," he said, tossing me a some sort of little pouch with strings attached. "What the hell is this?" I asked, honestly confused. "It's a thong," Devon explained. "I wear it a lot when I swim and mom's at work. See, this part covers you in front, and this string goes around your waist, and this one goes underneath." "But then nothing covers your ass," I said. "Yep, that's what I like about it," Devon flashed me a dazzling smile. "I'd really like to see you in it." He had to instruct me how to pull the weird garment on. Once I'd managed to stuff my hard dick into the tiny pouch, he look me up and down, and only said, "Holy shit." I turned to look at myself in his dresser mirror. I turned and looked as best I could over my shoulder. I saw only the string around my waist and the string that disappeared between my ass cheeks. "Well, guess what, man," I said. "There's no way I'm wearing this in front of your mom." "Chicken," Devon laughed. "She'd love it, but go ahead and try this." I pulled off tiny suit and took hold of the yellow thing Devon was handing me. As I might have guessed, it was a small spandex swimsuit. I pulled it up, and I guess it fit properly. I'd never worn one before, but it basically fit like underwear, except it had a drawstring to tie it tight around the waist. Once I was done, I saw Devon naked, pulling on a pink swimsuit similar to the one he lent me. Once he was "dressed," for want of a better word, we stood there staring at each other. Both of us got fully boned, which was impossible to hide in the skimpy briefs we were wearing. "Hmm," Devon hummed. "This looks bad. Want to suck each other off before we go downstairs?" Like I would say no! We stripped off and lay side by side in a sensuous 69. It took no time at all for both of us to deposit a few drops in each other's mouths. Deciding we might have five minutes before we got hard again, we quickly pulled on our swimsuits and ran down the stairs, and through the house to the sliding door that opened to the back yard. Devon led the way up the ladder to the pool deck and jumped in cannonball style. I followed, doing my best to splash him as much as possible. For a while, at least, despite our near nudity, thoughts of sex faded as we dunked and splashed each other, raced the length of the pool, and other games boys our age would play in the water. Oh yes, we played a bit of grab ass and crotch tickles a well, resulting in some pretty obvious erections, but fortunately Devon's mother never came out to check on why we seemed to be enjoying ourselves so much. At one point Devon actually pulled me into a tight embrace. "I love you, too." he whispered in my ear, as his spandex clad boner pressed against my own. "Did I say I loved you?" I asked, not remembering speaking those words. "Kinda," Devon answered. "You said you wanted to be with me without Harry, and you wanted me to fuck you first. I sorta thought that was like love. Wasn't it?" I was 13 freakin' years old, and Devon caught me totally off guard. It took me a while to think of how to respond. "Yeah," I finally said, blushing and smiling at the same time. "Holy shit, Devon, yeah, I think I love you too." Any other couple in any other place would have started kissing. But we were in his backyard with his mother God only knew where in the house. Kissing each other would have to wait until we were back in his room, and hopefully would happen once we'd both stripped off our swimsuits. Then the most intimate act of love could happen. Until then, the smiles we shared had to suffice, and we simply went back to playing like a pair of furless otters in a river. Neither of us quailed at the feeling of the other's hands on our skin, rather we delighted in it. The sun had set by the time Devon's mom called out through one window or another that it was time to shower and get ready for bed. We smirked at one another. I wondered if Devon's lascivious smile meant the same as mine, until he leaned in and whispered, "We'll take a shower together, OK?" OK didn't begin to describe how I felt about the idea. It was, in fact, exactly what I'd been thinking. We lifted ourselves out of the pool, and climbed onto the deck. We took turns swiping the water off each other's bodies, since we hadn't thought to bring towels, not forgetting to wipe each other's asses and crotches. Giggling at each other. We each reached into our tight swim suits and did our best to push our hard dicks off to the side, making them as inconspicuous as possible. Then we ran into the house, past his mother who seemed busy doing something in the kitchen. We reached the bottom of the stairs, out of sight of the kitchen, and Devon quickly pulled his swim suit down and off, waving his hard dick at me. I looked around him, making sure his mom couldn't see, and did the same. Naked, I followed Devon up the stairs, to the only bathroom in his house, entranced by the sight of his firm bum. We went straight to the bathroom, where he closed and locked the door. We spent a few moments just staring at each other's bodies. We'd seen each other nude so many times that summer, and even jerked and sucked each other many times in our special spot in the woods, but now it was just the two of us. Devon asked me to turn around, and then I felt his hands softly rubbing my ass. "I can't wait to stick my dick inside you," he said quietly. I merely moaned, relishing the feeling oh his soft hands caressing and squeezing my butt cheeks. "Time for a shower," he said, letting go of me to turn on the shower and adjust the temperature. He took me by the hand and led us both into the stinging streams of warm water. We spent at least 20 sensual minutes washing each other, and I felt Devon's soapy finger sliding up into my ass. I moaned and put my hands on the tiled wall, bending over and spreading my legs wide. He finger fucked my ass much as the doctor had done at my last physical. Amazingly, I had the presence of mind to tell Devon to stop before he made me cum. I wanted to stay as horny as possible when Devon's dick went into my virgin ass for the first time, which was exactly what I told him. Devon put his hands under my arms and raised me upright, then he turned me around. We kissed. We kissed long and deeply. Our tongues wrestled for the first time, and we both hummed with pleasure. I reached down and again grabbed his tight ass and we rubbed our wet dicks together. Once more I had to break our contact before I came there in the shower. We turned off the shower and took turns drying each other. "Shit, I left the vaseline in my garage," I said. "Not a problem," Devon smiled. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a much smaller jar of petroleum jelly than the one I'd bought earlier. "You're not getting out of this that easily. You asked me to fuck you, and if you don't let me, I'll just have to rape you." I laughed but was also turned on by this rare dominant tone in Devon's voice. He cracked open the door, making sure the coast was clear, and we both strolled naked down the stairs to his bedroom, our stiff dicks leading the way, forgetting about his mother being in the house. Fortunately, we could hear the television from the living room, and so were able to slip by unnoticed. Once in his room, Devon closed and locked the door. Taking complete control, he ordered me onto his bed. I climbed up and knelt down, lowering my shoulders and raising my ass high. "No, no," Devon said. "Roll over. Lay on your back." I did as he said. "Now pull your legs back as far as you can." Remembering Harry's description of how his cousin had fucked him, I knew where Devon was going with it. I grabbed my legs behind my knees and pulled them back until my knees were nearly on the bed beside my head. Devon opened the jar of petroleum jelly and pulled out a finger full. He stared straight into my eyes as he slid his finger into me in one, slow, smooth thrust. "Relax," he purred, "This is a normal procedure." We both chuckled when he echoed the words of our doctor. Needless to say, I enjoyed Devon's finger in my ass much more than the doctor's. "Ahhh, Devon," I moaned. "If you keep going I'm gonna give you a sperm sample. You better just use your dick now." "Works for me," Devon giggled. I watched as he took another gob of jelly and slathered it over his hard four inches. "OK, put your legs up on my shoulders. Ready?" "I dunno," I answered honestly. "We'll find out." I looked down and saw Devon take his dick in his hand, and then felt the soft head press against my hole. Then he began to push. I couldn't help but hiss when Devon's dick first pushed in. I was almost ready to tell him to stop, but looking up into his cute face, I knew that I wanted it. I did ask him to go slowly, though, and he complied. Little by little he slid inside me, as we both moaned, then finally his hips pressed against my ass cheeks. "You OK?" Devon asked. "Yeah," I gasped. "It hurt at first, but now it's OK." "Good," he replied. "Now I'm gonna start to fuck you, OK?" "Yeah, yeah do it," I nodded. Soon Devon was sliding about half his dick in and out of me. What had started as painful began to feel good, like when the doctor was sliding his fingers inside me. As uncomfortable as it made me, I couldn't deny it felt so good when he pressed on my prostate. Devon's face was a study in intensity as he pushed harder and harder into me. I was suddenly happy that he had me on my back, so I could see my young love's face as he took my virginity, or rather as I gave it to him. All pain was gone now, and I grunted with pleasure. I was glad we were at his house, because it made it feel so much better to moan out loud while Devon plowed my ass. I begged him to go faster. I wanted him to own me, dominate me, really fuck me, and he obliged. I could feel every inch of him moving in and out. I could hear our skin slapping as he started to bunny fuck me, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth hanging open. He was moaning more and more as he slammed more forcefully into and against me. I reached my arms wide and gripped his bed sheets with both hands. "Oh, man, this is so cool," Devon groaned. "It feels... it feels... uuuuhh... so fucking good." He leaned down and put his mouth over mine, still thrusting his skinny hips. Oh my gawd, I was kissing Devon, and his dick was buried inside me. It was a feeling I never knew I could feel. I reached back up and grabbed my legs, trying to open up my ass as much as I could. It must have worked because I could actually feel Devon's dick go deeper. "Uuuh, I'm gonna cum, Jeremy," Devon said in a weirdly deep voice. "I'm gonna cum up your ass." "Do it," I begged. "Shoot it in me." I'd like to say I could actually feel Devon cum, but neither he nor I were making much cum yet. But I could tell when he did by his loud moans and the look on his face. He threw his head from side to side and suddenly became still. Whatever came out of his dick was now squirting up into my ass. I could have done it all night, except my legs were getting a bit stiff being bent back for so long. I felt Devon pull himself out of me. I looked down and saw that he really wasn't any softer than when we'd begun. Man, he was horny. I was happy, because I wanted more. "Can you go again?" I asked him. "I think so. Why?" he replied. "I wanna try it on my knees," I explained. "Like in the doctors exam room." I flipped over and got up on my knees, lowering my head to the pillow. "Fuck me again, Devon. Shove it in me." Devon pushed my knees farther apart, and was soon in me again, slapping up against my upturned ass. We rocked back and forth as Devon became more aggressive in his fucking. I realized that I was groaning "uh, uh, uh" in rhythm with his thrusts. Damn, I was loving it. I was loving being fucked! It was a feeling I would never have believed existed. As Devon announced his second climax, I realized I was so happy I'd asked him to do me first. I no longer had anxiety about the next day, when both he and Harry would each take me twice. In fact, I was pretty sure I'd love being the first butt boy in The Rotation.