In article <4c11a11e$0$8791$c3e8da3@news.astraweb.com>, insane4boyz!
<nevermind@notsaying.net> wrote:
> On 2010-06-10 20:01:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> said:
>
> >
> >
> > The Adventures of Stevie #6
> >
> > These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
> > are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
> > been true. LOL
> >
> > My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
> > in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
> > before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
> > friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
> > service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
> > Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
> > fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
> > he isn't here in person. I think.
> > The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
> > Stevie is 10 in this story, which takes place three weeks after story #5
> >
> >
> > The Adventures of Stevie #6 "Friend Below"
> >
> >
> > Dear Carlos,
> >
> > My family came here sooner than I thought. We moved into a place all
> > together which is full of 3 floor apartment buildings with just stairs.
> > We are on top. We have to share bedrooms like before. There are hills
> > all around but with just grass and no forests. There are some bushes
> > next to the street but they have things in them that sting. Wasps! Want
> > to guess how I found out? Ha ha.
> >
> > School didn't start yet so I have time to make friends with all the
> > kids here. My best friend is the one who is closest. He lives in the
> > apartment underneath us. He couldn't live closer unless he lived with
> > me. Ha ha. He is the only kid his parents have and he is my age. His
> > name is Hank. He is a little taller than me. He has his own bedroom. We
> > like to play war outside. The other kids like me because I die the
> > best. They don't know it was just an accident.
> > It happened this way. Hank shot me and I jumped up real high and did a
> > spread like a starfish cartwheel in the air which I never tried before
> > and landed on the side of the hill I forgot was there in the dark on
> > top of my head and fell down like dropping a wet towel. Then I didn't
> > move. Not because I was playing dead but because I didn't want to. I
> > felt very strange like I was still in the air. My neck felt strange
> > like it was loose. The boys came running to me and said it was the best
> > death they had ever seen. I thought I should get up. I couldn't stay
> > there all night. I didn't have a blanket with me. I moved my head and
> > nothing hurt so I sat up and then stood up. The world went around a few
> > times then stopped like some giant caught it nailed it down. Then we
> > all went home because it was too dark to play. My head and neck hurt a
> > little in the morning but that went away by lunch time. I think peanut
> > butter and pineapple sandwich is good medicine. I should say the hurt
> > went away. I still have my head and neck.
> >
> > Sometimes I have sleepovers with Hank in his place because he has room.
> > One night we were sitting on his bed talking about strip poker he
> > played with some older girls and boys. He noticed my PJ bottoms were
> > moving. He said he would show me his if I showed him mine. We took our
> > PJs off. His was stiff like a finger. Mine was like the size of my arm
> > from elbow to wrist. He stared at it like he was crazy. His eyes looked
> > about to pop out of his head! I thought about pushing them back in but
> > figured he should do that himself but I had my hands ready to catch
> > them if they fell off his face. He kept on saying WOW. I asked him
> > what's the matter. He gulped. I could see and hear that. Then he said
> > that's a real monster and he had never seen one so big. He said his was
> > the right size for our age and mine was way too big. He said is it
> > really real? I said yes. Then he reached across and grabbed it.
> > I flew off the bed backward like a frightened cat in the cartoons and
> > hit the wall near the ceiling before I could think. I slid down to the
> > floor then stood up. It was standing up too and jumping like it was
> > playing drums. I don't know which song. He said WOW again. Then he
> > asked why I jumped off the bed like that. I said I don't know it just
> > happens when somebody grabs me there. He said WOW again and said every
> > time? and tried to grab me again and I backed away. Just then his
> > mother said through the closed door are you boys alright? We said yes
> > and she said we should go to sleep. We tried. I could hear him all
> > night whispering WOW over and over again. He must have had some strange
> > dreams.
> >
> > Thank you for telling me about your uncle who is like the lifeguard I
> > told you about. I wish I had an uncle who was so much fun like that. It
> > would be great if only I could keep from jumping away.
> >
> >
> > Your friend,
> >
> > Stephen
>
> Thanks again! Hey, since these aren't in order, I wonder if there are
> anymore stories with the lifeguard.
>
No more. Sorry. They are in order until the camp story. I think. The
two next stories are already written but I'm not posting them until I
get some feedback on the past stories which might give me reason to
change them a little. I have been doing that with all the stories but
most of the new ideas have come from me but you guys did inspire me to
think them up.
The problem with the lifeguard is I'm building gradually up to real sex
and the lifeguard situation is too early to advance that because he
still has his jump away problem when he is 12 in summer camp. I already
wrote and posted that in #1 so we are locked into that timeline. I'm
sorry but I didn't know I was going to write more about Stevie then.
Maybe he didn't either. Do you think the little guy and his big monster
are frustrated I'm not writing and posting faster? LOL
Up till now Stevie is the one who is being grabbed. Do you think he
should turn the tables on them? In one story he does but not the way
you might think. But in a different story...
Don't worry the heat will keep rising. LOL
--
Grant
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