Beatbox

IDK if you’re old enough to remember The Fat Boys, but that’s how I heard about The Human Beatbox.

Hiphop was just “Rap,” but that’s about when boys would get together, and try to do it, breakdancing, that kind of stuff. I didn’t really hang out with boys, they didn’t have any rapper girls, and we went to an all white school, but then there was the Beasty Boys…

The thing is, they didn’t have a microphone, so one of them always stuck his head in the corner to go “B’put boom boom,” or whatever. While the other boys got out their lyric sheets to practice rapping. Sometimes they put down a box to practice breakdancing, and I just didn’t get it. Not my kinda music, but then I caught a girl in the restroom, and I thought she was crying.

So, I knocked on the stall door, and asked her if she was “All right in there?”

“Uh, yeah. Fine?” I didn’t believe her, but when she came out to wash her hands. She didn’t flush the toilet, because honestly she didn’t use it. She was embarrassed, because I caught her doing something, to herself.

I had no idea what, but I thought she was lying. So, I hugged her, and said “It’s okay, but maybe you might feel a little better if you talked about it?”

She was older, 5th or 6th grade, and going through some changes. Finally, I nagged her until she admitted that she wasn’t crying in there. She was trying not to moan, out loud, but she called it “Beat Boxing,” because that’s the way the rappers did it.

In the corner, so she could feel his breath on her face, hear his heavy breathing, and get all hot. Rubbing one off in her panties, unless she got caught in the act, and pestered until she told the truth.

“Oh,” I waited until I got home to try it, in the corner of the bedroom, and it was hot, but not the way she was feeling. So, I got sweaty, and took my clothes off, then I rubbed my underwear until I felt something, but it wasn’t much.

She smiled at me the next day, and I smiled back, knowing. Then, on lunch, I looked for her until I found her so we could go back to the girl’s room to talk about it. Just talk, usually she “Beat boxed” on lunch to take the edge off, but now she had another girl to talk to about him.

She had a crush on a boy, and he liked her too, but they were still in that awkward elementary stage, where they looked at each other. She smiled, giggled nervously, then ran off to “Beatbox” thinking about him.

I’m sure he found a place to beat off too, but I told her “I tried it, but I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”

So, I told her what I did, and she said, “No, sounds about right, but maybe you can take off your underwear, and try it naked, or you can stick your fingers in there with them on, if you’d rather.” That went on for the rest of the year, I pretty much learned how to turn myself on by trial and error, with her to ask questions.

Trying to figure out what was wrong, when the problem was being 7, and in 2nd grade, I didn’t have a drop of orgone in my whole body. She was just a friend, but told me things you might learn from a big sister, if you had one.

I had 2 brothers, one of each, and the younger one went through kindergarten. So, I helped him with his homework, he had the big crayons for his fat little fingers, and I already peeled my crayons to color with one, and rub the lip off the end so it was better for sticking in there.

I was too dry (Because I just turned 8) so she told me I could lick my fingers, but then she went on to Junior High, and started walking me home after school. So mom didn’t have to pick me up, and she could go out to run errands while my friend stayed with me to hang out.

Basically free baby sitting, sometimes my brothers were both there, or mom took the youngest with her shopping. Sometimes my big brother was out playing with his friends, but she kept hanging out with me, for someone to talk to.

Finally, her boyfriend got the balls to ask her out, so she could tell me about dating him. They took it pretty slow, so it’s not like he even kissed her on the first date, but eventually I learned about dicks, hand jobs, finger bangs (Basically showing him how she masturbates) and blow jobs. She didn’t mention him eating her out, and I didn’t even know to ask. Oral sex was sucking dick, or a crayon to get it wet, and think about screwing around, with a boy.

An older boy, I didn’t have my heart set on any one in particular, but it’s the nature of the lights out, or closing your eyes with your head in the corner. To imagine it’s his hot and heavy breathing in your face. it didn’t matter what he looked like, because he wasn’t even there, you just had to do all you can to imagine one was.

I got a head start, and even managed to orgasm before I even got close to starting puberty.
Then, this boy saw me, and started staring. Smiling, so I smiled back. I remembered her telling me all about this part, and I got so excited that I ran off to find a corner, to “Beat Box” in.

He followed me, but he waited until after I held my breath. Choked off grunts, and finally breathed through my nose so I got a breath of sex on my fingers when I pulled them out. 2 fingers by then, and when I said I was “Beating My Box,” I mean, I was pounding them in and out, hard enough to slap my prepubic mons with my wrist.

“Huh!” I turned around, and leaned back. “Huh!” Breathing fresh air, with my eyes closed.

So, I didn’t see him come out around another corner, until he said. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah great.” Fantastic in fact, because the big O took the edge off, so I could talk to him.

“I’m sorry,” he hugged me, and I flashed back to the first time I hugged her, in the bathroom. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I started giggling, then LOLed until he let me go, and asked me what was so funny?

“I wasn’t crying, you didn’t scare me, you turned me on, so I had to.” I pointed down, with 2 fingers, and shook them in front of my crotch. He didn’t know that sign, because probably only one other person did, so I switched to standard grip. “You do this?”

“Oh,” he got embarrassed, “No, wait.” He turned back, “Is that how you do it?”

“Yeah, we better get out of here.”

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t walk home soon, my mom’ll start to worry, and call the cops to check all the ditches around town again.” I lied, I didn’t have one of those “Dead in a ditch” horror story moms, but I had friends who did. Whoever never talked to strangers didn’t have many friends.

So, my first me, and my first boyfriend ran all around the bases to home plate. Except for 2nd, I guess. I didn’t have any boobs for him to fondle, my nipples hadn’t even started swelling yet, but he was still shooting blanks, too.

I was 9, in 4th grade, but the first girl I knew anyhow that was actually dating an 11 year old 6 grader. And by “Dating,” I mean playing stranger danger child molester-to-rape games. For instance, the first time, he came up behind me, and held my head in the corner. Another corner, on the way home. If you hadn’t noticed, they’re everywhere, but this time, I didn’t have to imagine.

His breath hot on my neck, loud on my ear, and his other hand in my underpants. I had to show him how to do it, I stuck his middle 2 fingers in my mouth, and sucked them to get him wet. Then, I held my panties out so he didn’t wipe them dry, until I could press them in, and rub them up and down.

Inside the outside, until I loosened up, then he gave me the finger, only in reverse. His middle finger curled up to hook inside me, with the other 3 clenched between my legs, and finally, I was moaning. “Beat it, beat my box! Ahah aha ahn! NGH!”

He didn’t have to hold me up, when my knees gave out. That’s a great thing about doing it in the corner, as long as you don’t fall straight back, and I couldn’t with him right behind me.

“Huh!” He let me out, so I could turn around, and pant for fresh air. He kissed me when I caught my breath, and I felt the front of his pants. Picked out his zipper, and opened up his fly. Stuck my fingers in to unbutton it, then went down, and took his pants with me for my first blowjob.

Okay, maybe we zigzagged back and forth across the diamond, instead of running around them in order. He had to bend his knees between mine to slide into home plate, then he picked me up to hold onto my legs, while he tried to fuck me.

He slipped out, after a couplefew strokes. We’re only talking about maybe 3, 4 inches here? We’re both virgins, so we didn’t have a rhythm yet, and the problem with that position is there’s no way for either of us to reach between our bodies to stick him back in again. So, he said “Sorry,” and put me down, but I was satisfied. He beat my box off, and he nailed me briefly, so I just got back down to suck him off in the corner again.

Then, I heard clapping, and cheering. Some other kids were making out behind him, mostly. Heavy petting, and keeping quiet, while they watched us having sex in this doorway? I don’t know whether you’d call it a hall, or an alley, but we’re only talking about 6′ square with a steel door in the back. It was out of the sun, but got heated up real quick, and as soon as he got his pants zipped up.

He laughed, “Hahaha! Yeah.” Getting high 5s all around, and the 6 grade girls gave me dirty looks, because I snaked a 6 grader right out from under their noses. He didn’t have any problem with the boys believing he lost his virginity, but I had a problem with the 6 grade girls, starting rumors about me being a slut and a whore. Turning tricks for $5.00 in the alley until the end of the year.

They moved on to middle school, and I started 5th grade with a 7th grade boyfriend, but my older friend moved onto high school, and she didn’t really have time to spend with me no more. Oh well, I had a boyfriend, so I didn’t mind at all.

In fact, I’m grateful that she took the time to talk me through it, so I could be ready for my boyfriend, when he found me.

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