Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 10:39:01 EDT
From: PalmHrBoy@aol.com
Subject: Gay/Encounters Posting--Bible Boy, #8

"Bible Boy, Part 8"

Wednesday, 15 April 2000

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Dear Readers,

Most of the time I met older guys, as you may have noticed from my stories.
There just weren't many guys around my age cruising in my little town.  I
also went to a Christian school, which was very strict and religious, so I
didn't get a chance to meet any other gay guy in that arena either.  Move
ahead to just after graduation from high school: 1990, late May.  I only
planned on taking about 2-3 weeks off after graduation & then I was going
to go ahead and move to where I was going to go to college.  They had a
program where you could come early, move into the dorms, and work on a
work-scholarship program during the summer.  This allowed you to get used
to the college, where everything was, and make some money before school
started.  And you didn't have to live with mom & dad during this time!

Anyway, I had just graduated, was 17 years old, and had a couple of weeks
before I was going off to college.  I planned on doing nothing!  Just
resting, playing & relaxing!  I called my friend Jeff & couldn't get him,
so I went by Mel's house.  Once again, no luck!  So I decided to go to the
mall.  It was a Monday morning. Public school was still in session, so
there were no kids around the mall yet--mainly the older crowd, as usual.

I headed into the main mall restroom, took a seat in the far stall (there
are only 2) and waited to see what would develop.  I didn't have to wait
long before someone came in & took the other stall.  I could tell by the
shoes, and by the shorts pushed down to his ankles, and by the narrow hairy
ankles themselves, that this guy was young--or at least younger than most I
had met in the mall cruising.  As soon as he sat down, he tapped his foot
once.  It was obvious what he wanted.  I tapped mine once.  He tapped
several times, and I followed by tapping a couple of times.  He immediately
dropped down on his knees and stuck his head under the partition to see me.
I was stroking my cock, erect at its then 7 inches.  I could see a slight,
straggly goatee on his chin, but couldn't see any more of his face.

After he had seen whatever he was looking for, he stood up, pulled up his
pants and left the stall.  I was kind of nervous.  I hadn't seen this guy's
cock.  Maybe he was some kind of undercover cop or something?  Was he
wanting me to follow him?  I decided to go for it, so I got zipped up and
left the restroom myself, scanning the sparse crowd in the mall for this
guy.  I saw him sitting on a bench a short distance away, facing toward the
restroom entrance.  I judged him to be about my age or a year older.  Since
he wasn't in school, I assumed he had graduated the year before.  He had on
khaki shorts and a white tank top, showing off his slightly muscled
shoulders and arms.  I was quite nervous.  I wasn't used to approaching
someone.  Most of what I'd done with guys was anonymous...in tearooms, etc.

I was so horny and the guy was so sexy, I decided to go for it.  He wasn't
really cute.  I wouldn't call him that.  He was more handsome and ruggedly
sexy.  Know what I mean?  As I got closer he leaned back on the bench and
laced his hands behind his head in an "I'm relaxing" position.  I could see
the light brown hair at his armpits and, as his top shifted, I could see
one nipple surrounded by hair revealed--both of which are turn-ons for me.
He was sitting with his legs spread apart, and I was watching his crotch
for any tell-tale signs of a boner.  I was trying to decide what to do.
Should I approach him & just start talking to him?  I decided to just walk
on past.  I was such a chicken.  As I got closer I could see a bulge in his
shorts, running down one pant leg.  It looked as though he had quite a nice
one and it appeared to be at least partially hard.  I was just getting
ready to walk past & I saw him reach down and stroke his crotch, definitely
giving me the signal that he was interested.  I stopped, looking at him,
trying to get the courage up to talk to him, when he said, "Wanna go
somewhere?"

I nodded as he stood and he asked if I had a car.  I told him I had driven
there, yes.  He said he lived in the neighborhood nearby, so he had just
walked.  He said he knew of a place to go, but would I drop him by his
house first to tell his parents he was going out.  We got in my car, and he
directed me down a side street.  He reached over and grabbed my crotch
while I was driving and said, "Boy, you're already good and hard."  I told
him I was hard most of the time, it seemed.  He opened his zipper and
pulled out his semi-hard cock.  It was about my size, around 7 inches, but
I could tell it probably lengthened somewhat when he was really hard.  He
had alot of light brown hair all around and up halfway on his cock.  I
reached over to touch it while I was driving, but he stopped me.  We were
just passing some people in a yard & he said he knew them & didn't want
them to see anything.  He lived just a few houses down, so I parked, and he
jumped from the car saying he'd be just a second.

After he got back he directed me on where to drive, and we were soon
heading to a construction area on the outskirts of town.  He explained that
he worked occasionally for his big brother who was working on the beginning
stages of constructing a new shopping center outside of town.  He said it
was mainly woods now & he knew some trails & spots where we could be alone.
He said he goes here to jack off on his lunch break when he works.

We arrived at the worksite, and I got even more nervous as I noticed there
were some people there.  There was a car with 3 guys hanging out, drinking
and goofing off.  My buddy said, "Hey, I know these guys," and asked me to
pull over so he could say hello.  He hopped out of the car & went over to
talk to the others.  They were in their early to mid twenties, nice looking
guys, dressed kinda sloppily.  They looked like construction worker types,
they must've been off work today or something, as no work was going on at
the site.  He talked with them for a few minutes, during which time he
turned and motioned toward me in the car & the guys were nodding, glancing
my way.  He soon came back to the car & got in.

He explained that the guys were his friends from high school and work and
they were interested in having some fun, too, if I wanted.  I automatically
was thinking that maybe he had called them from his house?  Maybe this was
why we had to stop there first.  I was so horny, though, that it didn't
matter.  I asked what they wanted.  He said "maybe blowjobs or something."
I wasn't sure what the "or something" meant, but I told him "whatever," and
so he nodded & motioned to the guys, who got in their car.  He directed me
to drive around behind the construction and led me through a narrow trail
in the woods, barely wide enough for our vehicles.  I asked him if it was
okay, or would the cars get stuck, and he said it was fine, that he drove
it alot.

He finally showed me where to stop.  I was a beautiful spot.  There was a
slight clearing between the trees, and you could see a small lake below.
The other guys pulled up next to us and somewhat nervously got out of the
car.  Mark (I had learned his name this last drive) and I were standing in
front of my car looking out at the view.  As the guys approached, Mark
grabbed me in an embrace and began to passionately kiss me.  He thrust his
tongue again and again into my mouth and was grinding his crotch into mine
as he had one hand on my ass, pulling me toward him, and another hand on
the back of my head.  He had definitely surprised me at kissing me in front
of these guys, but I soon warmed to it.  The other guys had moved closer
and were standing around us, rubbing their crotches through their clothing.

Mark pulled his mouth off mine, smiled that sexy smile of his, and said,
"Boy, you're gonna have some fun today."  He opened his shorts and let them
fall around his ankles.  He was wearing flannel boxers.  There's still
nothing sexier to me than boxers on a sexy, young guy.  They were the kind
with the slot in the front with no button or anything, and his semi-hard
cock was sticking out the front.  I had loosened my jeans and pushed them
to my ankles, along with my briefs, and now dropped to my knees, licking
the head of the cock that was peeking out at me.  I swallowed the head,
bobbing back and forth on it.  I could feel his cut cock swell in my mouth
and could feel it lengthen, as more of it pushed its way into my mouth.  I
began to take more and more of it into my mouth, trying to swallow as much
as I could.  I loved the musky, male smell of him.  He was clean and nice,
but had that definite masculine smell exuding from him.

Out of the corners of my eyes I could see that his three friends all had
their cocks out and were stroking them as they watched my mouth on Mark's
cock.  As I tried to get more of Mark's cock into my mouth, the boxers were
getting in the way, so I pushed them down to his ankles.  As I did so, Mark
lifted one foot, indicating to me that he wanted me to pull his shorts and
boxers down over his shoes, leaving him wearing just his tank top & shoes.
He moved over to the hood of my car, and sat back on it, stroking his now 8
inch cock as he did so.  I moved forward on my knees and began agan to
feast on the luscious cock meat before me.  With nothing in my way now I
sucked and swallowed on his cock, going as far down on it as I could.  His
buddies were moving closer and their three cocks were being stroked around
me and Mark in a semi-circle.  I could see that the cocks on two of his
buddies were average-sized six inchers, but the third guy had a nice long
cock, probably eight inches or so, of medium thickness.  None of the three,
however, were as beautiful as the thick eight incher before me right now.

As I sucked on Mark's cock, I reached over and grabbed the cut eight inch
cock of the guy standing to my left, stroking it with my left hand.  One of
his friends on the right moved forward, putting a hand behind my head,
guiding my mouth to his cock.  I looked up at Mark, who nodded, and I
turned my attention to the six inch uncut cock at my right.  I licked at
the tiny bit of cock head that was peering through his foreskin, tasting
it, to see what the "situation" was.  He was fairly clean, but there was a
strong musky aroma.  I swallowed his cock whole, going down as far as I
could and then coming back up to the head, drawing the skin up as I came.
As I sucked back, I pulled the skin completely up over his head, covering
it completely, and began sucking on the excess skin beyond his head.  He
was shivering, enjoying the sensation completely.  Using just my tonge and
lips, I then "peeled" the banana of his cock, pushing the foreskin down
slowly and tenderly until his head was revealed.  I held it back with my
hand and backed off of his cock to get a good look at his pink cockhead.
It was a very bright pinkish color, and was smaller than most heads I had
seen.  It was almost as if, hiding away as it was, that it hadn't had
enough sunlight to grow!

I focused my mouth's attention back on the cock in front of me, sucking and
licking the sensitive pinkish head.  He was clearly enjoying it.  I noticed
Mark hop off the hood of my car and move behind me.  I felt his hand begin
to play with my ass.  Feeling around my asshole and squeezing my cheeks.  I
could tell what he was getting at...he wanted to fuck my ass.  I continued
to service the cock before me, enjoying the sensations of Mark playing with
my ass.  The other two guys, with their cut cocks, were stroking
rhythmically before me.

The guy I was sucking reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a brown
bottle of poppers and breathed deeply from it, then reached down, pushing
closed one of my nostrils and offered the bottle to my other nostril.  I
breathed deeply, sniffing from the poppers until he moved the bottle to my
other nostril and repeated the process.  I had tried poppers before with a
couple of partners, but they never had much of an effect on me.  I would
get a light rush to my head, and I could feel the pounding of my heart
resonating in my head, which usually lead to a headache shortly thereafter.
But this time I didn't notice much effect right away.  I continued sucking
him and could feel his cock begin to swell slightly.  I sensed that he was
really getting into it and would shoot shortly.  Right then I began to feel
the effects of the poppers sweep over me.  My face felt hot, my heart was
pounding wildly, my arms and legs felt somewhat numb, and my cock felt like
it would burst.  More than anything I wanted to feast on the cock before
me.  I "went to town" on it, sucking, stroking, moving back and forth on it
with my tongue and lips.  The boy was moaning, groaning, then let fly with
a delicious load of cum, flooding my mouth.  I pulled back, leaving just
the tip of the head in my mouth, and licked furiously at the peeslit as he
was ejaculating.  I could feel the force of each spurt as it pushed its way
past the tip of my tongue to the back of my throat.  He came at least 6 or
7 shots, each one with less force, until the last 2 shots poured out onto
my tongue.  I savored the taste and texture of it, leaving it in my mouth,
until the boy, now recovered, pulled his cock out of my mouth, and said,
"Let me see it."  I opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, letting him,
and the other 3 guys, see the big load on my tongue and in my mouth, now
running down the corners of my mouth.

The other guy with the 6ish cock started groaning and saying stuff like,
"Oh, God, Yeh, God, I can't believe it."  You know the stuff.  And I knew
he was gonna cum.  He was facing me and began shooting right at me, his
cock hitting me in the cheek and on the front of my t-shirt.  That kinda
turned me off for a second (the t-shirt part), because as an 17-year old,
no one messed with my clothes!  But the feeling passed quickly.  My
handsome Mark appeared next to me again and pulled me to my feet.  He told
me to take my shoes off, so I kicked them off, and he knelt to pull my
bunched-up jeans and briefs completely off.  I remember feeling a momentary
feeling of worry.  I didn't know these guys much at all, and here I was
letting him take my clothes.  But I figured what we had shared together
already proved they were here for the same reasons as me.

I was now standing in just my t-shirt, which he soon pulled off also.  I
felt a little embarrassed, as I didn't feel I had a nice body.  I wasn't
fat, but I was not athletic and toned like these guys before me, who
obviously got good workouts on their construction jobs.  But Mark, and I
suppose the others, didn't seem to mind.  He told me to hop up on the hood
of the car.  He had my tube of KY jelly in his hand, from my jeans pocket
(I presumed he had noticed it there as he pulled off my pants), and applied
a big gop of the stuff to my asshole and crack.  He plunged his index
finger deep into me, moving it around in circles, before thrusting in his
middle finger.  I felt a quick, sharp pain, which quickly faded to a slight
burning sensation, before he added his third finger.  He told the one guy
to let me have some poppers, "We wanna loosen this guy up real good."  I
breathed deeply from the bottle as before, and totally relaxed, enjoying
the sensations being created in my body.

Mark was thrusting in and out, using his three fingers as a cock on me.
Suddenly, he pulled them out abruptly, and pulled me by my thighs out to
the edge of the car, moving his body between my legs as he did.  When he
had me to the edge of the hood, he pushed my legs back at me and I grabbed
them, holding them back against my chest, revealing my wet, dripping
asshole to the 4 guys.  Mark moved into place and brought his cock head up
to my hole, finding just the right spot, before he plunged it into me.  The
poppers had kicked in, in force, by this time, and I was floating in
pleasure with the feeling of this delicious cock within me.  Mark moved in
and out very slowly for about 30 seconds, getting accustomed to the
tightness of my ass around his penis, before he began thrusting into me.
(One thing about younger guys, I've noticed, is, when fucking, they get
right to it and get it over with.  I'm sure it's from inexperience and just
being overwhelmed by the feelings, but I didn't experience the feeling of a
true great, long fuck until a few of my older partners.)

As Mark was fucking me hard, the other guys were lined up next to him--the
two who hadn't cum yet were stroking their rock hard cocks, intent on
watching the action before them.  The boy who had cum, was again stroking
his cock, which was now already half-hard again.  Mark thrust harder and
harder into me, and I could feel his cock swell with new thickness as I
stretched to accomodate him.  It was wonderful, the feelings overwhelming.
Mark motioned for the poppers and took a long drag from them, his first,
and then handed them back to the kid, who offered them to me again.  As I
was taking my drag from the bottle, I could feel a change in Mark's fucking
as the effects of his sniff of the poppers kicked in.  He was fucking like
a madman!  Pounding me, punishing me again and again.  His hands had been
on my hips, but now he leaned forward, putting his hands and weight behind
my knees, pinning my legs up to my chest as he leaned into me.  The poppers
were making me float, enjoying the feeling as we rocked back and forth
together, as one.  He quickened to an astonishing pace, then abruptly
slowed with a big breath, as he thrust as deep as possible into me, holding
it there, then pulling out slowly and thrusting again.  I knew he was
cumming.  His eyes closed, sweat was pouring from his forehead, running
down his cheeks and dripping onto my legs and belly, from the hot Florida
May day.  I looked up at him and marvelled at the beauty of this male human
animal.  His eyes were closed, but I could see his eyelids fluttering
slightly at his pleasure.  His jaw was clenched in concentration as he put
all his attention into the feelings of his orgasm.  His hair was wet, the
strands swaying lazily back and forth, drops of sweat dripping off the
tips.

Mark held himself deep inside me for another few moments--probably 30
seconds or so--but it felt like a long time, as we both came down off the
high of the poppers.  It was a nice feeling, and I forgot temporarily that
we were not alone, as our bodies were as one, united and still together.

I heard a rustle and noticed that the bigger guy, the one with the 8 incher
was tapping Mark, indicating that he wanted his turn now.  Mark grinned
that lopsided smile of his, and pulled out slowly, enjoying that feeling of
removing his dick from within me.  The tall guy got the poppers from the
other boy and breathed a long drag from the brown bottle.  Mark, meanwhile,
hopped up onto the car hood next to me.  I remember wondering if he wanted
fucked too?  But he quickly moved behind me, put his legs of either side of
my head and shoulders, and moved up close to me, letting my head and
shoulders rest on his body.  I could feel my head rest against his belly
and noticed the hardness of his cock on the back of my neck.  His sexy
bronzed legs, with the dusting of light brown hair, were hugging my sides,
supporting me for the fucking I had coming.

The big guy handed Mark the poppers, after he had motioned for them, and he
then moved into place at my asshole, pushing my legs back against my chest
again, as before.  As I reached to grasp my legs to myself, I felt the
brown bottle being offered me again.  As the poppers triggered the
now-familiar feeling in my body, much quicker this time, I felt the big guy
probing my ass, finding the right place before tenderly inserting his cock.
He began thrusting rhythmically, not fast, but in and out, steadily and in
perfect cadence.  Mark kept the bottle at my nostrils, and I floated on
this poppers high as I was being methodically fucked.  I noticed a slight
increase in pace as the big guy thrust with a new intensity, and could feel
his body tense as came inside me.

The other guy quickly replaced him, and put his smaller dick at my hole,
and slipped right in my ass, as it was thoroughly lubed and loosened by the
other 2 cocks before him.  He slipped in, pulled almost all the way out,
and pushed forward again, all very carefully and slowly, as if he were
unsure about what to do.  He then gasped, and thrust forward, as deeply as
he could get it into me, and held it there, and I realized he was coming
already, which explained the tentative fucking.  He pulled out quickly,
muttering something about "god, I was too close," and seemed somewhat
embarrassed about not lasting longer in front of his pals.  The uncut guy,
who had cum already while I sucked him, was now ready again for action, and
quickly took the other's place, fucking away.  He thrust confidently and
strongly, and I figured he would last longer since he'd already cum.  I was
starting to feel a bit sore, but it was a comfortable feeling.  Mark held
the poppers to me again and I breathed again and again, enjoying the hard
cock in my ass.  Mark's cock was fully hard again, as he was watching this
action, and I could feel its hardness pushing against my neck, he adjusted
himself so it went to the side, and I could feel it flop into place against
my left ear, all the while uncut guy was fucking away.

I turned my head as much as I could, but could only lick at the head of his
cock.  I was a little hesitant, wondering what the "situation" would be,
since he had already fucked me, but it tasted slightly of lube and I could
smell his delicious manscent again.  Probably 6 or 7 minutes had passed, as
the uncut guy was fucking me (I get a kick out of these guys who write
these stories & talk about the fucker holding it still in him for 15
minutes or fucking him for an hour and a half...where do they get their
sense of time?) and I noticed he was nearing orgasm also.  He began
pounding into me, but then yanked himself out, grabbed his cock, stroking
it harshly.  Leaning back slightly, with his cock pointed up and at me, he
shot four strong streams of cum at me, hitting me first on the chest, then
the belly, and legs.

As he moved away, I let my legs fall back into place, as I was getting numb
in the awkward position in which I had been.  I could feel the ground
beneath my feet, and gingerly balanced myself again on my legs.  Mark
hopped on the side of the car and came around to me again.  He grabbed my
hand and turned and kissed me full on the lips, opening his mouth, allowing
his tongue to taste mine.  He said, "Boy, that was sure alot of fun.  I
like you alot."  I then noticed for the first time that the 3 other guys
were all over at the edge of the lake and were sprawled about on the grass
in the shade of the tree-lined shore.  It was a beautiful spot.  I'm sure
it will be a very nice spot for the shopping center one day.  I mentioned
this to Mark, and he told me that there was going to be a food court with a
large glassed-in wall overlooking this view when the mall was finished.

What a site!  The sun was making its way down on the other side of the
lake.  The trees were swaying gently in the slight breeze.  The lake was
lapping quietly on the shore.  And three naked guys were laying before us!
We joined them, plopping down on the thick grass.  The others added their
comments that they had had fun and suggested that we take a dip in the
lake.  I had never swum in a lake before...I was a city boy...pools were
all I'd known.  I asked if it was Okay.  Alligators?  They are thick around
this area.  The guys said they come down & eat their lunch here everyday
while on the construction job, and they often take a dip to cool off before
returning to work.  Mark said, "You guys go ahead, I wanna talk to Richie
for a bit."  And the three guys ran down to the water, wading out before
diving in deeper.  We could hear them splashing and goofing off in the
water.

"I had alot of fun today," I said.  "I haven't done anything like that in
awhile."

Mark explained how that the four of them had gotten together every now and
then to "play around," but that the 5th guy...an old friend from high
school...had gone off to college.  He mentioned the guy's name and asked if
I knew him from high school, but I explained that I went to a private
school and didn't know any of the public school kids.  He said that this
5th guy was gay and loved playing with the guys.  They had started fooling
around back when they were like 11, 12 and 13, and had just continued as
the year's progressed.  Mark explained that Andy (the 5th guy) was the only
one who would take it up the ass, and that Mark & the other three weren't
actually gay.  Mark explained that he was bisexual and had a girlfriend, as
did the other three, but liked to play around with guys too.  "I just love
to kiss a guy, to touch him, to be near him."  I was surprised at his
candor, but added that I did also, and really had a great time.

Mark went on to ask if I wanted to play again with these guys, and I said I
would, but that I was leaving for college in 2 weeks.  He seemed a little
disappointed, and mentioned that he was hoping I could be a replacement for
Andy, but that he understood.  He leaned forward and began kissing me
again, passionately as was his way.  Before I knew what was happening, I
was on my back again, and this time Mark was on top of me, kissing me hard,
moving himself into place between my legs.  He pushed my legs apart to gain
access, and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm getting one more poke at
this ass of yours."  I smiled, was somewhat surprised, but still pleased,
and wrapped my legs around his waist, as he entered me once more.  He
gently, passionately fucked me, kissing me all along, taking his time.  We
both savored every moment, revelling in this experience, out under the sun,
to the sound of 3 studs splashing in the water nearby.  When we had finally
finished again, we headed down to the water, splashing around a bit with
the rest of the guys, before making our way back to the bank again, to sit
in the sun and air-dry before putting on our clothes.

I'll never forget that day by the lake.  I looked at my watch while getting
dressed and realized it had been something like 4 hours since leaving the
mall.  It was alot of fun and very relaxing, a great send-off to college.
I was a little pink from the sun for a few days, but didn't care.  I never
saw Mark or his friends again.  He had given me his number for when I got
back in town from college for breaks and all, but when I tried it the next
time, it was disconnected.  I drove by his house the next time I was in
town, and saw 2 small kids playing in the yard.  I didn't know if they
belonged to his family or not, but didn't want to go up to the door and
ask, as I didn't even know his last name or anything.

It was definitely a day to remember.  But I was excited, because I was 17
and heading off to college in a few days.  Next issue: getting started at
college.

Richie, palmhrboy@aol.com