Date: Thu, 14 Oct 1999 09:01:04 EDT
From: PalmHrBoy@aol.com
Subject: "Bible Boy 1"

BIBLE BOY, #1

Dear Readers,

I have been reading stories on the Nifty Archive for several years now, but
it had never occured to me to actually write one myself.  I guess what
prompted me to do so was the "Public Sex" series written by Mike.  His life
experiences have been very exciting to read about, and he is a bit of a
hero of mine--after having read all his stories.  I decided, what the hell,
I would try my hand at it also.  The following is about my early
experiences and encounters, but this barely scratches the surface!  This
started out as a personal e-mail to Mike, but he encouraged me to share
these experiences with you also....so here they are!

I grew up in a small town in central FL, was the son of a Baptist minister
and went to a Christian school for 12 years!  But I knew from the time I was
5 or 6 that I was different from the other boys.

At age 12 I got a little parttime summer job at the public library checking
out books in the juvenile dept.  I only made $1 an hour, but I loved books
andand got to read and browse when I wasn't busy.  One day the bathroom in the
juvenile section was full up, and I really had to shit, so I went into the
main section of the library to use the restroom there.  It was a little one
seater with the lock on the door...you had to pick up the key from the
librarian's desk.  I went in, sat down, was doing my business and I then
looked up.  Practically every inch of the walls were covered with grafitti!
Most of it sexual, hookup invitations, etc.  I quickly finished my
business, got up and began reading.  I was amazed that this went on!  There
were dates and times to meet there.  Guys would be in the restroom at a
certain time and you were supposed to knock twice then twice again and he would
let you in.  Phone numbers to meet guys.  Etc..etc..

I was hard instantly at the first one I read.  I had been playing with
myself for a couple years already and had even had dry orgasms.  Earlier that
year I had found a vibrator in my dad's closet that I assume he used on my
mom.  One day when they were gone I took it into the bathroom and began
massaging myself with it...using it on my cock, balls, and asshole.  As I
was moving it around I moved it underneath my cockhead and a jolt went
through me.  A pleasure so intense it was almost painful...I gasped..did it
again...I could only stand it for a moment at a time.  I put the vibrator
back on the underside of my cock head again and held it there.  After only
about 5 or 6 seconds I shot my first load.  It was thick, creamy, and
slightly yellow.  Up to this time I had never even had a wet dream.

I put the vibrator back, but wanted to try it again.  Unfortunately my mom
was at home all the time and I could never get it without her noticing.  So I
went back to playing with myself with just my hands.  Later that week I was
able to get myself to cum jacking off, and it then became a daily habit.

Back to the library: I was so excited!  I knew that gay guys existed, but
had never seen one in the circles my family ran in, or in the small town in
which I lived.  They just weren't around, or so I thought.  I couldn't
believe that there were guys right in this town that were looking for sex!
I took a small piece of papertowel and wrote down the phone numbers of about
3 or 4 of the guys on the wall.  One of which was repeated several times
with different messages.

Later, when I was alone at the checkout desk, I tried some of the numbers.
The first three were disconnected...I was so disappointed!  The fourth one
I tried was the one that was repeated several times.  I tried it, not
expecting it to go through.  But it did!  I let it ring and got an answering
machine...I can still remember it: "You have reached Mel and Jim's place.
Please leave your message at the tone because we want to get in touch with
you...unfortunately we are now in the middle of a 'chain reaction' and
can't come to the phone.  Bye bye."  I hung up.

I began calling every day.  Sometimes one or the other would answer and then
hang up when I didn't talk.  Finally one day I said, deepening my voice, "I
got your number in a bathroom."  And hung up...I was so scared!  I
continued calling everyday...They caught on that I was a nervous kid, I
guess, and began talking to me when I called...I never said anything.  They
began telling me what they would do with me, what they did with each other,
would I like to watch, etc...I finally decided to talk to them and see if I
could watch them.  I called the next day and Mel answered and told me that Jim
had moved away.  Mel asked me if I wanted to meet him...I told him I was
real nervous and scared.  He gave me his address and said stop by sometime...

He lived just a couple blocks over from where I lived.  I couldn't believe
it.  I jumped on my bike and rode right over.  By this time I was 13.  I rode
up to his house and kept on riding by.  There was no way I was going to stop!
I just wanted to see his house and see if I could get a glimpse of him.  I
didn't that day.  But I kept riding by whenever I could.  A day or two
later I saw him in his yard.  He was about 21 or 22, I guessed, about 5'7",
short, but had a nice body.  He was just wearing some swimtrunks, nothing
else, and was situating his water hose and sprinkler in his yard.  God, he
looked gorgeous to me!  He glanced at me and I was sure I blushed.  But I was
too scared to stop.  I continued to ride by when I could and saw him alot.
He glanced at me, especially when I would pass his house several times.  I
think he figured out, either that I was the guy on the phone, or at least
was interested in him.

I should point out that I have always looked older than i am.  When I was
13 I probably looked 17 or 18.  When I was 18, I looked 25.  I am now 27,
and I think my age has finally caught up with me...I think I look 27,
now...or at least I hope so.

A few months later Mel saw me riding by and waved and yelled "hello."  I rode
to the end of the block and back again and he motioned me up to his house (he
was standing in the garage).  I rode to the other end of the block and back
again...when I passed again he was standing against the back wall of his
garage.  He motioned me up to him again, but I was too scared.  I parked my
bike across the street and squatted down on the ground, acting as if I were
working on the bike chain, but I was watching him.  He motioned me up
again, but I guess realized I wasn't going to come to him, he put his hand
down his shorts, rubbing himself.  Being in the back of his garage as he
was, no one could see him unless they were directly in front of his garage,
like I was.  He saw me staring wide eyed and pulled down his shorts to his
knees, showing his cock and balls.  He was hard.  he began quickly jacking
off for me.  He leaned against the back wall, threw his head back and came.
I was sure I heard a muffled cry, but I couldn't be sure.  After his
breathing went back to normal he looked back at me, smiled, then pulled up
his pants and went inside.

I continued to call and drive by, but I soon got the nerve to talk to him.  I
told him I had never done anything.  He asked me my age and I told him...he
was really surprised, but said it didn't bother him.  He said he was 23, so
we were 10 years apart.  I asked him if he had any gay magazines and he said
he did.  I asked him to leave one on his porch one day when he went to
work.  While he was gone I went up and took it.  We continued to talk and I
would come by and watch him jack off.  When I was 14 I finally got up the
nerve to walk up to him.  I went over, he opened the door and we went in.  He
grabbed my pants, pulled them down and began frantically sucking me.  I had
never felt anything like it in my life.  I came in under 30 seconds.  I was
trembling.  God, it felt good!  We continued to play around, eventually me
sucking him.  I loved it.  He was small, only about 5 inches, and smaller
than I was at that age.  But he was very cute.

After another couple months he told me he wanted to fuck me.  I was very
scared.  But we went into the shower, I sucked him, then he soaped up my
ass and slowly began entering me.  He was small and thin, so it helped, but I
had never been fucked, and was only 14.  He was finally in...it hurt alot,
but after a couple minutes I loved it, and I've been hooked ever since.

We continued to play around all through my teen years until I left for
college.  When I came home for vacations I would stop by and we would play
some more.  Mel taught me alot and broke down my fear.  He was also the only
guy I had private sex with until I was in my 20's.

He told me all kinds of things about where to meet guys.  What restrooms in
town had guys occasionally, etc, etc.  He taught me about the tapping foot
meant that the guy wanted to suck you, etc., etc.  I began at 14 going to
the main restroom in the mall and sucking guys under the stall walls.  Sears,
also, was very active.  Mostly old guys (or they seemed really old to me).
Mostly I sucked them, mostly under the stalls.

I have just got up to my 15th year in this e-mail, but I have 100s of
tearoom stories I could tell...lots of park stories, etc etc...Please don't
quit your stories!  They are an inspiration to all of us!  I'm 27 now and
meet guys more online that in public places, but I still hook up with them
often in video stores, parks, etc.

Well, this was the first installment of my life in gay sex.  It only
included one guy, but I can tell you, there are many more!  If you enjoyed
the story and want to hear more, please e-mail me and let me know.  ALL E-mail
will be answered!  I promise!  I thrive on E-mail!  Catch ya' later!

Richie

palmhrboy@aol.com