Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:01:35 -0800 (PST)
From: jimi jones <jimiboygirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimi's Rite of Spring - after the Spring Dance (Jimi's Secret Diary)

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Jimi's Rite of Spring - after the Spring Dance (Jimi's Secret Diary)


part 1

it had started out normally enough. I was at the high school's annual
spring dance, and as a lonely freshman i was, as usual, a bit out of my
depth, but attempting to fit in. the gym was filled to bursting with older
students, mostly juniors and seniors and their dates. it was the 1960s, the
girls had bouffant hair styles and party dresses while the boys generally
wore khakis and suit coats, their hair mostly short but shaggy at the back,
in a suburban nod to beatlemania. I had a few dances with some nice
sophomore girls and a few freshman girls, but apart from the polite 'thank
you' after each dance that's as far as i got. no invitations to extend the
dance or to sit one out with a nice girl, like some of the older kids were
doing.

i drank some pop and looked around, a bit awkwardly.

then, the hour getting late and dance nearly over, and feeling the need to
pee, i made my way to the boys room to relieve myself. the stalls were
filled so i went to the farthest urinal, as usual, where i could pee
discreetly. i unzipped and searched inside my roomy boxers for my sparsely
haired little blonde cock and started to urinate. careful not to look left
nor right as i did so, i couldn't help but notice one boy a few urinals
away wagging his large dick theatrically as he shook off a few remaining
drops. he stopped and looked directly at me and began slowly wagging his
meat again... and i must have blushed crimson, my cheeks and neck a burning
mass.

he just smiled, zipped up and left the urinal. I finished as quickly as i
could and went to the wash stand to clean my hands and there he stood,
slowly lathering his hands.

'a few of us are going to my house afterwards, some guys and girls for a
little party time. you wanna join us?'

i was delighted to be invited by an upperclassman and thanked him after
introducing myself.

thank me later, jimi, he said and left.

outside the gym's exit, cars were pulling up, headlights ablaze.

i heard a few quick pips of an auto horn and saw the boy behind the wheel
of an old buick.

hop in the back, with the girls, he said.

the big car was filled with kids... three girls in back and four guys
jammed up front, plus me. i was wedged between the door and the girls and
the rustle of their petticoats and the smell of their assorted perfumes was
like heaven. the guys were all joking and bragging and loudly singing and
the girls were all giggles and elbowing each other and teasing the boys in
front.

this is jimi. he's a new kid in school.

i'm ken, said the driver. this here is rich; this guy is phil; and that
loser is arthur.

the guys said hello, hi, and how ya doin?

in the back we got lucy, regina and mary ellen.

the girls were nice, asking me what year i was in and where did i live and
being very friendly. i liked them all.

when we arrived at the house a few minutes later, the place was dark. a
large suburban split level with a nice front lawn and a patio on the rear
side. crickets sang their evening song.

'my old man and old lady are away for the night, so we're cool,' said ken,
the driver and urinal dick waver.

he let us all inside and we went to the basement recroom, a nicely
furnished panelled affair with a bar, pool table, and chairs and couches
which were probably the living room furniture from years ago.

ken got cokes for everybody and turned on the stereo. the girls got up and
danced as the boys stood around, tapping their feet. eventually, two of the
boys joined the girls on the floor and awkwardly twisted and shimmied as
the girls performed a nicely choreographed line dance, popular in those
days. i joined in and they showed me a few new steps.

we danced this way for perhaps half an hour, laughing and digging it,
pausing between songs to sip our cokes or grab a handful of pretzels.

ken, meanwhile was behind the bar, filling glasses for himself and the two
other boys, who gave up on dancing after the first couple of songs.

ken reappeared from behind the bar with a bottle of rum and started filling
everybodys glasses, including the girls'. the boys got louder, of course.

booze? uh-uh, said mary ellen, a stunning redhead in a green dress. she
shook her head left and right. i'm not hanging around and watch you guys
get bombed and start barfing again. with that, she picked up her handbag
and started toward the door. you two coming?, she asked her friends.

whoa, whoa, said ken. hang on, don't leave just yet.

oh screw them, said one of the other boys, rich, i think. gimme some more
of that ron bacardi!

with that, lucy, the small dark italian sweety in red also grabbed her bag
and joined mary ellen by the door, a disgusted look on her face too.

ken, we're going home. we'll see you on monday. looking back at regina, the
girls questioned her with their eyes, imploring her to join them.

regina, a petite blonde looked at her girlfriends and said, 'you two go on,
i'm gonna stick a round for a little bit.'

...and to the boys: 'let me see some of that rum.'

she topped up her glass and then she filled mine.

c'mon jimi, she teased, down the hatch.'

with that, the two left.

party poopers.

pain in the asses.

buckin' fitches.

hahahahahaha.

now what? only one chick left and four guys.

'five guys', said i, a little woozy. (i'm not much of a drinker.)

'oh yeah. right. i forgot', slurred ken.

then rich said, eyeing regina, how about we dance again?

'i got a better idea' said regina, grabbing my wrist and leading me into
the powder room and closing the door behind us.

'turn around, jimi'

i turned my back, and from the noise her clothes made I knew that regina
had begun taking things off. she handed me two warm items... a little pink
lacy bra and a pair of matching panties.

'c'mon, this will be fun!  get undressed and put these on, for a joke!'

regina made a big show of turning around.

'i won't peek.'

i began undressing, but she did peek, just as i had my boxers halfway off,
and she started giggling.

'thats the smallest one i ever saw, and i have three little itty-bitty
brothers!'

'aw, i'm sorry.' youre so sweet. and with that kissed me on the cheek, and
then on the lips, her breath now rum soaked.

c'mon, jimi, it'll blow them away. she finished undressing me and even
pulled my boxers all the way off me, and touched my little gumdrop sized
cock and balls.

it's pretty! and anyway, i have nothing to brag about, she said, flashing
her little white freckly tits at me -- with their tiny berry red nipples,
like fried robins eggs-- before zipping up her pale blue dress again.

blushing again, and horny, i allowed her to strip me naked and stepped into
the girly pink lace trimmed panties at her command. i was surprised at how
nice theyfelt on me. she helped me put on her still warm little pink lacy
padded starter bra. she adjusted the straps and had me sit on the toilet
seat. she removed a lipstick from her bag and drew full red lips on me. she
did my eyes with pale blue eye shadow, and teased my longish strawberry
blonde hair with a comb. as a final flourish, she actually sprayed some of
her cheap perfume on my hair, chest, and crotch.

'there.'

c'mon, you look scrumptuous. this will be so great!

slurping the rest of her glass of coke and rum, she opened the door and
wobbling on her feet, regina led me back to the little dance floor, and
back to the waiting boys.

wowwwwwww, look at him.

jesus h.christ.

regina, you're too much!

laughs and good natured wolf whistles all around.

the music started and regina and i did the line dance as the boys clapped
in time. regina grabbed the rum bottle from the bar and took a big swig. we
danced for a few minutes as the boys clapped in time, passing the bottle
around.

reeling, regina took another deep pull on the rum, staggered over to the
nearest chair and promptly passed out.

she's out like a light.

christ.

now what?


now what? now jimi dances with us, of course, said ken.

yeah!

i didnt know what to do, so i danced the line dance by myself, then ken
jumped in with me. rich tapped him on the shoulder and cut in. then arthur,
then phil. then they all circled me and clapped some more, all them
laughing and hooting and were all having a good time, enjoying regina's
joke.

i guess i got into it. i started doing moves like the girls had done,
shaking a hip, slowly moving my arms over my head, swaying, moving.

the laughter had stopped and so had the clapping.... when the song ended,
another 45 rpm record dropped onto the turntable, a slow song began.

ken approached me and said, in an old world courtly manner...may i have the
honor of this dance, miss?

why yes, kind sir, i replied, in a girly voice (!).

ken moved in closer than was really comfortable, closer than i thought he
would. one big arm circled my waist, the other went and held my right hand
aloft. my free arm went around his neck and lay flat against his upper
back, i guess, a classic pose of slow dancers everywhere.

as the song progressed, some sappy and syrupy love ballad, ken moved closer
and closer to me until our bellies were just touching. he was taller than
me and i could feel that large soft dick pressed against my navel and
points north. i thought about how he had wagged it for my benefit earlier
and i had a dark, forbidden thought. it felt like it had gotten bigger as
the song played on. he actually began to grind into me a little bit at a
time and i found myself dancing on my tippytoes so i could be taller..and
oh my god... i was grinding back ever so slightly. his hand was now at the
small of my back and he was definitely pulling me closer and closer to
him. our pubic bones were touching and his penis definitely was quite hard,
very large and distinctly erect.

kens digs and grinds increased, longer and longer as we danced.

arthur tried to cut in, but ken resisted. arthur pulled him off me to cut
in and thats when everybody could see that ken had already ejaculated in
his khakis during our three-minute slow dance, two quarter-sized dark wet
spots were to the left and right of his fly, near the top of the pants,
just below the belt loops. he must have started spraying even as we
swayed... his cock moving in his pants and depositing semen as he moved
with me.

nobody laughed at ken. all eyes were now on me. one or more of the boys
were rubbing the fronts of their own pants by now. they had 'that' look in
their eyes. panicked, i looked to regina, who just snored away, dead to the
world.

i felt hands on my wrists now and hands on my ankles. i was lifted up and
carried to the stairs...i was taken up the steps, past the kitchen, and
dining room, and into a den. the door clicked shut and i was placed sitting
on a sofa, facing the four lusty boys as they looked down on me.

i was in for trouble, for sure.

youre such a little tease, slurred ken.

yeah.

fuckin hottie.

cock teaser.


ken started unzipping himself.

oh god!

he removed his softening cock, it was slimy and sticky looking and still
rather large and fat and aimed it at me.

you know what to do, jimi.

no. what?

smack!

ken had slapped my face!

do it.

do what?

SMACK SMACK

both cheeks in quick succession. a giant tear left my eye and trickled down
my humiliated face.

oh god, his hand is on the back of my head, and he is pulling me to him.

his penis rubbed my tightly closed mouth. pre-cum coated my red glossy
lips.

his fingers pinched my nostrils closed.

oh god.

when i opened my mouth to gulp some air, he quickly placed his dick head
inside.

do it, jimi. i know you want it. i saw you looking at it.

instinctively, and not wanting another slap, i opened my mouth fully and
started to softly suck his penis. my tongue softly touched the tip of his
cock head, and precum flowed like honey from a faucet.

he removed his cock.

swallow that.

i swallowed.

open.

i opened my lips.

suck my cock jimi.

i sucked his cock head as he pressed more of it inside, my tongue now
gliding down the shaft and over the top and down the other side of his
shaft and swirling around and around it.

you like that dont you?

i nodded without stopping, for i admit that i had begun to enjoy the spongy
feel of his cock head, and began to enjoy the attention as the lusty boys
watched us, their own hands fondling their cocks as i sucked and licked and
kissed the end of the cock of their leader.

we were young then, and easily excitable. in a moment or two ken began
moving more quickly, thrusting his large dick into my mouth until his curly
brown pubic hairs, whistled in the hot breath of my nostrils,like prairie
grass blowing in an old western movie.

blowing.

i was blowing a boy, actually sucking another boys dick...with three other
boys watching. i was sucking a cock, dressed in bra and panties, and i was
enjoying it. his thrusts grewmore frequent and deeper and i started to
gag. he backed off and i said

juth tha thed.

just the head, jimi?

nodding.

he backed off and i moved my lips and tongue over and over the slick red
jewel, licking, kissing, sucking until finally, he released his second load
of the evening, filling my mouth and spilling out, seemingly everywhere at
once...a salty sweet musky oyster like thick foaming creamy pale liquid.

mmmmmmmmmmmm . swallow it jimi. swallow my jit.

i gulped and swallowed as much as i could of his sticky thick bubbly honey.

i burped.

i smelled like jit. it was all over me, it dangled from my nose, my
chin. my face felt wet and sticky.

i liked it.

me next, said a voice. i heard a belt being undone and i found my hands
pulling down the tab of a zipper.

i looked at the clock. it was just ten past eleven.

continued