Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2000 10:27:04 EST
From: PalmHrBoy@aol.com
Subject: BIBLE BOY, part 7

"Bible Boy, Part 7"

Wednesday, 15 February 2000

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Dear Readers,

Well, here we are again.  It's been good hearing from all of you.  I want
to clear something up for those who have been asking why these stories are
called the "Bible Boy" series.  Well, first of all, the primary reason is
that I am the son of a preacher.  I heard it preached all my life about the
filthy homosexuals & their disgusting "choices" they have made to be in
such a "lifestyle."  From the time I was a small child in elementary
school, I knew I was gay.  But it was never something that I asked for.  It
was never anything I wanted.  I didn't want to be different from the other
boys, but I was.  I struggled with balancing my secret life with the
teachings of the Bible for many years, as the Bible was repeatedly taught
to me both in church and parochial school.  It took me years before I
finally came to terms with the fact that I was gay..and wasn't going to
change...I had tried...but it didn't work.

Sorry to all of you for taking so long to get this new story out, but it's
been real busy around here!  You know the season!

Back to my teenage years: I continued going to the mall and had numerous
experiences there.  I could write a book about all of them, but it's hard
enough trying to remember the details of one incident at a time at this
point.  I also continued going to Mel's house.  I would stop by probably
once a week for some fun.  Also, I continued meeting my pal, Jeff, ever so
often.  All I had was a beeper number for him.  I couldn't give out my
number to anyone, because my parents would've been too suspicous with
someone calling me.  And I didn't have his number...only his beeper.  So it
was alot of hit and miss with him.  I would call and he may or may not be
able to get away to meet me.  We always met in the woods.  Sometimes in
different places in the woods, but always in the woods.

I guess the year would now be 1989, it was the Fall, and I was a senior in
high school.  SAT exams were coming up.  Most of the kids in my class were
going to take the SATs.  Some had decided to take the ACTs.  I decided to
take both of them, then I could pick whichever looked more impressive to
send to prospective colleges.

The morning finally came for my SATs.  There wasn't a testing location in
my town, so I had to drive about 30 minutes to a larger town nearby to take
it.  The testing was held at a college campus there.  I was excited!  Maybe
I would get to see some cute college boys there!  The day came, I got up
early so I would have plenty of time to drive there leisurely, went out to
my car, but it wouldn't start!  Fuck!  Already a bad start!  I had to get
my mom to drive me in her car.  Unfortunately I couldn't just borrow her
car, because she had lots of stuff planned for the day.  In fact, when the
testing was over around noon, I was going to have to wait around at the
college for a couple more hours until my mom was finished with her
appointment before she would be able to pick me up.  Whatever...I took a
book with me to kill the time.  Right before we left I remembered to grab
my little tube of lube that I kept in my car.  I put it and my stuff in a
bag so no one would see it.

The testing went fine and I settled down to wait for my ride.  I estimated
I would have about 2 hours or so.  I found a bench, sat down, and started
reading my book.  Groups of kids were leaving, heading out to their cars.
I started watching some of the hot teen guys, wondering what they looked
like naked.  Most of the guys I had played with were much older than me.  I
was still quite a bit sensitive and insecure about the way I looked.  I
felt that at least I was offering these older guys "youth."  They were
getting to do it with a young kid.  But what would I offer a kid my own
age?  I didn't think of myself as cool...or cute.

I gave up on reading, putting the book back in my back pack, and watched
the people walking by for awhile.  I decided to take a stroll around...to
see what was going on around the campus.  I walked around, peering in the
classroom windows, looking at the fountains and monuments around.  I headed
back to the older building where we had the testing and decided to look for
the restroom.  Just maybe I would get lucky!

It took some finding, but I finally found the men's room.  It was put down
at the end of the building, with an outside entrance.  You had to know
where it was, that's for sure.  I opened the door, finding myself in an
entry, so I had to open another door to enter the restroom itself.
Hmmm...perfect for a tearoom!  As I pushed open the second door I wondered
if anyone would be there.  Most of the students had already cleared out
from the testing.  I was really surprised when I entered...it was full of
guys.  I could see there was a guy standing at each of the three urinals
and I could see feet under each of the three stalls.  Another 2 guys were
standing over in the far corner.  My gaydar went off immediately!  I
noticed that 2 of the guys standing at the urinals had their shirt tails
sticking out of the back of their pants, yet the fronts were tucked
in...made it look like they had pulled up their pants in a hurry.  The two
guys just standing in the corner were sporting obvious bulges in their
pants, although they both had their hands stuffed in their pockets to hide
it.  They stood, leaning against the wall, looking as if they were
impatiently waiting for a stall or urinal to open up so they could take
care of legitimate business.

I didn't know exactly what to do.  I had never encountered a restroom so
full.  I had always found a stall, sat down & waited for any action.  I
didn't know, also, if they would even welcome any newcomers.  I decided to
risk it & just stay, so I headed for the other corner to stand & wait.  The
3 at the urinals were giving me occasional glances to see what I was up to,
as was one of the guys waiting.  The other guy waiting just stared at me.
It was starting to make me uneasy.  Maybe he realized I wanted the same
thing they wanted?  I could see the movement of his hand in my pocket, and
realized he was rubbing his cock & balls through his pocket.  He continued
to stare, but I didn't make eye contact.  I could feel my own cock rising
to attention, scared & nervous, yet still excited about what might
transpire.  Finally I returned his gaze, looking into his eyes.  He brought
his hand out of his pocket & began to more obviously rub his crotch.

I should stop & describe these guys to you.  I don't know if they were
college guys or seniors from high school taking the SATs.  Whichever, they
all looked about 18-20ish.  All were pretty much average looking guys, nice
build, but nothing special.  Except for one guy standing at one of the
urinals (of course, I couldn't see the guys in the stalls).  He was taller
than the others, about my height, 6'2"ish, and built big.  Not stocky, but
rather muscular and firm.  He had the popular surfer haircut, with the
front hanging down in his eyes on one side.  He looked real nice.

I turned my attention back to the guy rubbing his crotch and moved my hand
to my own crotch to begin rubbing it.  I guess he was tired of playing
games, so he just pulled his cock out.  He was dark, kinda swarthy looking,
maybe he was Italian or Greek or something, and his cock was about 6
inches, fat, and had alot of dark black hair all around.  He opened his
pants further and pulled out his balls, which were so covered in hair, you
couldn't see much but a sack of black fur.  All the while he was staring
into my eyes, almost daring me to do something.  I glanced around, but none
of the others were making any move to do anything.  It seemed like I
must've already been in the restroom for a half hour, but in reality it was
probably only about a minute & a half.  My own cock was painfully hard and
yearned to be free from the confines of my jeans.  Looking him back in the
eye, I pulled down my zipper & pulled my cock free.  It sprang out to its
hard 7 inches.

My pulling my cock out was exactly what the others must've been waiting
for.  As if the starting gun had just been fired at a track meet, they all
dropped their pants and went back to their playing.  The middle guy at the
urinals bent over from the waist and began feeding on the big, fat cock on
the gorgeous blonde surfer guy.  The other guy at the urinals was on his
knees, sucking on the sucker's cock.  The two guys standing in the corner
turned toward each other.  The swarthy guy had his hands up on the other's
head and was kissing him passionately.  His partner had one hand on the
dark guy's cock, stroking it, and the other hand was on the small of his
back in an embrace.  I leaned down and saw that the three guys in the three
stalls were busy also.  The one in the middle was "going to town" sucking
the guy in the far stall, whose legs and cock were thrust under the
partition separating them.  The guy in the closest stall was reaching
between the sucker's legs to play with his cock & balls underneath.

I was wowed!  I had never seen so many guys going at it at once!  And all
young guys, too!  I stroked my cock, taking in the action.  I looked around
and my eye caught the beautiful blonde being sucked at the urinals.  What a
gorgeous thing he was!  He must've been a sports player or something, with
his beautiful, toned, muscular body.  I watched as his partner was sucking
his long, cock.  He had dark blonde pubes, and heavy, low-hanging balls,
which hung low and free in an extra-large sack.  His cock was perhaps 8.5
inches long and a good size around.  I was practically drooling as I
watched his throbbing piece of meat.  My gaze trailed up his body where I
could see he had pulled the front of his t-shirt back over the top of his
head, so it was behind his neck.  I could see the tight abdominal muscles
tense and quiver as he was thoroughly enjoying the blow job he was
receiving.  He had a light dusting of dark blonde hair on his belly, with
more still around his well-defined pecs.

I looked up at his face again and noticed this time that he was looking me
square-in-the-face.  It startled me...made me realize that I wasn't just
fantasizing or dreaming...but this was reality: I was in a restroom full of
horny, teenaged boys, going at it like animals.  I watched as his right
hand moved around behind the guy who was sucking him, to play with his ass,
feeling the mounds and trying to finger his asshole.  Each time the
blonde's finger got near the sucker's asshole, he moved his ass just out of
the way.  It appeared the sucker didn't want his ass played with.  All I
could think was that he was an idiot!  Who wouldn't want to be filled with
that throbbing 8 inch piece of meat...attached to such a beautiful guy!?

I remembered the lube that I had in my bag and pulled it out, loosening my
pants all the way, so that they fell in a heap around my ankles.  I pushed
my briefs down also, and used the lube to moisten my throbbingly painful
dick.  I then put a good amount of the lube in my palm and reached behind
to lube my asshole, fingering myself as I did so.  I was so hot, that the
heat from my ass seemed to burn my fingers.  I thrust one and then two
fingers in my asshole, lubing and loosening myself, as I fantasized about
the blonde's cock inside me.  I must have closed my eyes, because as I
found myself opening them I saw the blonde approaching me.

He walked right up to me, very close.  His face was but inches from mine.
Then he leaned forward and his lips brushed against my cheek.  I was
practically quivering at the attention I was getting from this god!  He
then kissed the side of my neck, more forcefully this time.  Back up again,
very tentatively, his lips found mine and brushed the softest kiss against
them.  Then harder, firmer.  I felt myself melting beneath his kiss.  I
felt drugged, intoxicated, under his spell.  His mouth opened and he kissed
me passionately, forcefully.  His mouth forced mine open and he thrust his
tongue between my teeth, caressing my tongue with his.  I reached down to
grasp his hard member with one hand, cupping his heavy balls with the
other.  I have never felt such sexy balls as his before.  The two orbs were
fat and heavy and hung very low in an oversized scrotum.  My balls are
average and are suspended up closer to my body.  But his looked as if they
belonged on some big powerful animal, but not an 18-year-old kid.

His hands were behind me, squeezing my asscheeks, kneeding them like dough.
His big middle finger found my hole and began to tease my wet opening,
before thrusting it in all the way.  He didn't move up to 2 finger, but 3,
I could feel, thrusting his three middle fingers into me again and again.
It hurt momentarily, but the pain passed quickly under his spell.  He
stopped kissing me and whispered lustily in my ear, "I want to fuck that
ass."

That was all I need to hear.  I turned around, shuffling, with my pants
around my ankles, revealing my ass to him.  I reached behind me and felt
his throbbing member, grabbing it firmly in my hand, and guiding him closer
to my hole.  He pushed my hand away and took his own cock in his hand, and
I could feel the large head at my opening.  He began rubbing his cockhead
against my asshole, using his hand to guide the movements.  He rubbed it up
and down on my ass, as if I were a wall-to-be-painted and his cock were the
paint brush.  The movements were driving me wild with lust and sending
chills through my body.  I looked over my shoulder to see this awesome man,
and saw that his 2 previous partners had now joined us and were watching
closely as they stroked their individual cocks.

Just then, he eased the head of his cock into me, easily now that I was so
ready for him, and stopped just as the head popped into place past my ass
muscle.  I was quivering with anticipation...I couldn't wait any longer.  I
NEEDED him inside me.  I pushed back onto him, impaling myself on him,
feeling more and more of him bury itself deep inside me.  I wanted to feel
all of him in me, opening me up, needing me.  He gasped in surprise as his
cock began sliding deeper into me.  I pushed back until I could feel my
asscheeks against his thighs, his pubic hair tickling my crack.

I pulled forward an inch or so and then pushed myself back against him
again.  I waited a moment to see what he would do, but when he didn't do
anything, I pulled forward a little further this time, and then thrust
myself back onto him again.  I was afraid the feeling might be too much for
him, and he would cum too quickly, as I wanted to enjoy him for as long as
possible.  I stayed motionless, with him buried inside me, to allow him
time to get used to the feeling of my tight ass gripping his cock.

After about a minute I felt him begin to rock forward and backward very
slightly, testing himself to see if he could begin fucking me, and still
control his orgasm.  It seemed that he must have regained control, as his
thrusting became more and more intense as he began pulling out more each
time.  After a couple of minutes he began fucking me hard, pulling out all
but his cockhead, and then thrusting deep into me again and again.  I
remember thinking, at the time, that we had been at this for awhile now,
and I hoped no one would come in and interrupt us.  I put the thought out
of my mind and instead concentrated on the wonderful feeling inside, as his
cock continually hit my prostate.

I felt hands at my ankles, which startled me back to reality, thinking
someone was trying to steal my wallet or something.  I looked down and saw
that one of the guys was pulling my pants and briefs all the way down, so I
could step out of them.  He lifted each leg, so that my foot would come out
of the clothing.  I was getting nervous about this.  Why was he doing this?
I didn't realize that the blonde guy had instructed him to do so.  Were
they going to take my clothes & run off, leaving me with nothing to wear?
But then the insistent thrusts in my backside put all those thoughts out of
my head, as I again drifted back into the pleasure of the cock inside me.

After I was completely out of my pants, blonde guy stopped thrusting and
pulled out with a "plop."  He led me over to the counter where the sinks
were.  He turned me to face him and then lifted me up so I was sitting on
the counter.  I looked up and realized that, now, all 8 guys were standing
around watching.  All had their pants down or open and were stroking their
erect cocks.  There was my blonde guy & his 2 previous partners.  One was
about 5'10", skinny, dark brown hair, and about a 6" skinny cock.  The
other was shorter, about 5'7", slim, but nicely built, with light brown
hair, and was sporting what looked like a 8 inch, average thickness penis.
By the way, all 3 so far were cut.

The swarthy-looking Italian guy was there with his dark 7 incher, uncut.
His partner was an all-around average looking guy, with dark brown hair,
and a 7 inch cut cock.  The three guys from the stalls were also standing
nearby.  2 of them were average-looking college freshman type, but the 3rd
was the one that caught my attention.  He was the one getting sucked, I
assume, under the stall wall earlier.  This guy was older, or at least
looked older, than the rest of us.  He looked about 25, and had dark brown
hair, very thick, that hung down in his eyes, giving him that sexy "John
Stamos" look.  He was about 6', and around 180 pounds, not stocky, but
built strong and solid-looking.  He was wearing a white oxford,
long-sleeved dress shirt and dark pants.  He looked more like he could be a
teacher than a student.  His shirt was un-buttoned all the way, revealing
his moderately-hair-covered pecs and belly.  What really got my attention,
however, was the huge piece of meat hanging between his legs.  His cock was
easily 10 inches, and didn't appear to be completely hard.  It was hanging
straight down, between his legs, and looked to be a firm 10 inches and
almost as big around as a soft drink can.  I was amazed.  It was beautiful.
Big, strong and powerful, and yet the skin looked soft and silky.  He was
uncut, and the foreskin perfectly covered his cockhead, so that just the
eye was peering out.

I got only another moment to look before the blonde pushed on my chest,
forcing me to lie down on my back on the counter.  The counter was not wide
enough, so he had to pull me off the counter slightly, so that the end of
the counter came to the middle of my lower back.  I was in a tricky
position, hanging off the counter as I was, I could not balance myself, but
had to rely on the blonde for support.  My ass and legs were hanging off
the counter, and the blonde picked my legs up and threw them over his
shoulders, lining up the head of his cock with my tight opening once more.

He began to thrust again, supporting my weight on his shoulders, lifting me
off the counter practically, so that the backs of my shoulders were all
that was touching the countertop.  I forgot all this as the feeling of
fullness filled me.  I drifted in and out of an almost drunken stupor of
pleasure, ignoring all else.  I heard someone ask someone else, "want some
poppers?" and realized that they were passing around a tiny brown glass
bottle.  I watched as one of the guys held one nostril closed and took a
deep sniff off of the tiny bottle.  He then moved it to the other nostril
and held the opposite closed, breathing in again.  I had seen guys use
these before in the restroom tearooms, but didn't know what they were.  I
assumed they were some sort of drug.  After he had taken his sniff, he
walked over to me, and held one of my nostrils closed and put the bottle to
my nose.  I had never taken any kind of drug before, never smoked, or even
tasted alcohol---I was a good, church boy!  But, at this moment, I didn't
care in the least, and breathed deeply from the bottle.  Not feeling
anything, I accepted the bottle again, as he moved it to my other nostril.

I didn't seem to notice anything at all, other than a strange chemical
smell from the bottle.  Hmmm...I wonder what it was supposed to have done?
I concentrated again on the feelings in my ass as I realized the blonde was
picking up speed, urgently fucking my ass.  He began furious, hurtful
thrusts, and I realized he must have been getting closer.  It was at that
moment that I felt the effects of the little brown bottle.  I could feel my
heart beating quickly, I could hear the pounding in my ears.  I could feel
flushed, as if the blood were rushing to my head.  I felt almost as if I
were getting numb all over my body, but, mysteriously, the sensations in my
groin and ass seemed to increase rather than grow numb.  All other
sensations floated away--the feeling of the counter on my back, the top of
my head rythmically bouncing off the mirror, my legs lifted high, resting
on the blonde's shoulders--and all I could feel was the wonderful sensation
of his cock entering me, then pulling out, and then mercifully filling me
again.

I gasped for breath as the blonde thrust 3 or 4 almost painful final
thrusts deep inside me, and I realized that he was cumming.  The feeling
deep inside my bowels was unbelievable.  I felt like I was going to come to
orgasm, but I was not touching my cock.  The sensation was overwhelming.
It was almost an emotional one.  I felt like I was going to cry from joy,
when I realized my ass was spasming.  What was happening?  I then felt shot
after shot of cum, hitting my chest and face.  It totally surprised me.
All orgasms I had in the past seemed centered in my cock and balls, but
this one was coming from deep inside, from what I know realize was my
prostate.  It was, by far, the biggest, strongest, longest orgasm I had
ever had.

I heard the blonde muttering something like, "Shit, you should feel this
ass.  It's eating my cock up.  It's unbelievable," and I realized that the
spasming in my ass must have felt incredible to the cock still inside it.
With a long sigh, he slowly pulled himself from me, and I groaned as the
feeling of emptiness came over me again.  My eyes were closed, and I was
still enjoying the feelings of coming down from my own orgasm, when I felt
the blonde pull my legs off his shoulders and other hands grabbed them.
Almost immediately I felt another cock, smaller this time, enter me, and I
looked up (at the Italian boy) and smiled at the welcome guest.  This one
fucked me for not longer than half a minute before I sensed the increase in
intensity of the thrusts and realized he was cumming already.  One after
another two of the other guys fucked me also, cumming quickly, as the
others watched, still stroking their own cocks.

As the last one finished, I realized I had been fucked by the blonde and
three others, while the other four (including the gorgeous 25 year old)
were watching.  I saw the other three cum, nearly at the same time, but the
25 year old was just standing there, staring at my now-empty ass, slowly
stroking his cock.  I watched as he turned to one of the guys standing
around and ordered, "suck my cock."  The boy dropped to his knees and began
servicing the big cock, gagging as the 25 year old thrust it deeper than
the boy's throat allowed.  He squirmed out of his dress shirt, which had
been hanging open, and tossed it at one of the others, who took it and
tossed it over the top of the stall wall.  I saw the man push the boy's
face off his cock, and there was an almost collective gasp from the room as
we all saw this man's cock, now fulling hard.

My earlier estimate was close, as I saw his now hard 10-10.5 inch cock
before me.  It was easily as big around, at the thickest part, as a cola
can, and half again as long.  He moved closer to me, and I then realized
that he was going to fuck me.  I had earlier, only wished briefly that I
could be with this man and now it was to happen.  One of the guys said,
"he's gonna fuck him with that thing!"  The man motioned for the lube and
took it as one of the boys handed it to him.  He filled his palm with the
KY-gel and liberally applied it to his cock and then rubbed the remainder
on my pink, puckered asshole.  I quivered at his touch.  It was the first
he had touched me.  He grabbed the little brown bottle from the counter and
breathed deep and long from each nostril.  He then moved closer to me and
cradled my head, lifting it, so I could breathe fromt he bottle also.  He
told me to take a deep sniff.

I wanted this wonderful man inside me, but I was a bit nervous. His cock
was just so big.  The other guys had gathered around, and for the first
time since entering, I felt a bit self-conscious.  Would I be able to take
it?  Then I thought that it probably wouldn't matter at this point, this
man was going to claim my ass as his, whether or not I wanted it.  It was
too late in the game at this point to change my mind.  I reminded myself to
stay relaxed as he moved between my legs.  A boy on either side of him
supported the weight of my legs as he moved to enter me.  The effects of
the brown bottle were beginning to hit me, and my worries erased as my body
cried out to be entered once more.

He placed the head against the ring of my ass and slowly began entering.
He was being slow and gentle.  I didn't want that any longer.  I wanted him
to take me.  To rape me.  To thrust his huge cock into me painfully,
claiming me as his own.  I couldn't wait any longer and thrust my ass onto
his cock.  I gasped, as did he, as the entire length of his cock slipped
all the way into my well-lubed fuck chute.  He began to thrust, fucking me
like only a man can.  He reached forward to pinch my tits, caress my body,
as the other boys had not, intent as they were on the act of fucking,
itself.

My high continued as he began to speed his thrusts, pounding me.  My whole
body was bouncing off the counter, as his thighs bounced against my ass
with each thrust all the way in.  At its deepest, I could feel his cock
forcing its way deep inside of me, pushing its way in.  Like a madman, he
fucked me with a fury until I heard him let out a muffled yell and groan as
he came.  One of the boys was jacking me furiously, his hand a blur on my
cock, as I came all over myself for the second time.  I opened my eyes to
see the others all shouting second or third?  loads from watching the
goings-on.

The man fell forward onto me, resting on me, my cum getting on his chest,
as he rested his face on my chest.  His rapid breathing slowed, but he kept
his massive cock still buried within me.  The other boys were starting to
get put back together, tucking shirts in, zipping up, as they left one by
one.  Soon, it was just me and the man left.  He slowly pulled from me, my
ass making a slurping sound, almost of sadness, as his cock left it.

He pulled up his pants, zipped and buckled up and then helped me from the
counter.  He had to steady me, as I almost fell, my legs could not hold me
up.  I tried again and could not get myself to stand.  The position I had
been in for so long had done a number on me.  He found my clothes & handed
them to me a piece at a time, as I slowly got dressed as the feeling came
back into my legs.  I was a bit light-headed and told him so.  He said, "no
doubt you are.  You were great!"  I made sure I had my things together and
looked at my watch.  We had been at it in the restroom for an hour and a
half!  I couldn't believe it!  It didn't seem like more than a few minutes
had passed, but I realized it must have.  I still had a half hour before my
mom would be there to pick me up.

I walked toward the door, following him out, and almost stumbled again on
my rubbery legs.  The man turned around, stopped and steadied me, and then
took me into his arms, giving me a big bearhug and asked if I wanted to go
sit down someplace and talk for a few minutes until I got my senses back.
I thanked him and agreed and followed him, chatting as we went.  We went
around the building, back to the testing area, through a door, down a
hallway, and then into an office.  I wondered and then realized that he
must be one of the faculty there, as I looked around the office, seeing
pictures of him, diplomas, and so forth.  He told me he was a teacher there
and had helped proctor a section of the SATs today.  I was surprised.

He handed me a towel out of what looked like a gym bag, and I cleaned
myself up, getting rid of all the cum and sweat on my body.  He motioned to
a hairbrush and told me to use it if I wanted.  After I was finished he
told me how hot it had been to watch me getting fucked, and then being able
to follow up.  Just talking to this gorgeous, confident, older man had me
hard again, remembering the earlier fuck.  After finding that I was still
waiting for a ride and had some time, he moved closer and began kissing me,
reaching between my legs to stroke me through my clothes.  Before we knew
it, he had opened his pants and pushed mine down.  He sat down in his desk
chair and backed me to him, telling me to sit on his cock.  I lowered
myself onto it, impaling myself on it, as I found myself getting fucked for
the sixth time today.  I raised and lowered myself on it, my loose ass
loving his big cock now.  As he was getting closer to cumming, he stood,
bending me over the desk, without pulling out, and began to fuck me for all
he was worth, once again cumming deep inside me.  After pulling out, he sat
me down in his chair and knelt before me, sucking me until I came.

I was in a daze at all that had happened in the past two hours, but
realized I needed to be getting going.  We both cleaned up and dressed
again and said our goodbyes.  He asked how old I was, and was surprised and
a bit scared to hear I was only 17, and asked me not to say anything about
what we'd done, for obvious reasons.  He gave me his card and told me to
call sometime to talk or whatever.

I walked slowly back to the parking area, my ass aching wonderfully.  I
could feel the thrusting of the cocks in my ass, almost as if they were
still there.  The feeling stayed with me all day until I fell asleep that
night.

palmhrboy@aol.com
BIBLE BOY #7

Tune in next time:  Getting ready to leave for college.