In article <Grant-me-that-1706101@Grant.Grant>, +Grant.
<+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
> The Adventures of Stevie #8
>
> 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's new school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular
> schools.
> Stevie is 10 in this story, which takes place two months after story #7
>
>
> The Adventures of Stevie #8 "Turn the Table"
>
>
> Dear Carlos,
>
>
> I have to make this short because I have a lot of homework to do, and
> I want to play with a friend before he leaves. Short isn't right
> because the paper is just as long. Ha ha.
> We have a family stay with us for a week before they move to their new
> house in the next city. They are a mother and father and a girl Tanya
> age 13 and a boy Jeremy age 16. At first Tanya was very nice to me but
> not after Jeramy was real nice to me. It started when the four of us
> were playing cards. We played changing poker. The deal changed after
> every hand and the dealer said which kind of poker we would play then.
> I always choose 7 card stud with nothing wild. I like not knowing the
> down cards of the other players and it's all about luck and betting so
> it's harder for me to win. Most people like draw poker better. Tanya
> smiled at me a lot but didn't say much. Jeremy smiled a lot at me too
> but he said nice things. When I said we were going to play 7 card stud
> he said that's good because he's a stud too. I said you don't look like
> a piece of wood in the wall. He said that's not what it means. I said
> it is and it means a boy horse making more horses too. Look it up in
> the dictionary. I know it's there because I read it. He said you read
> the dictionary? The who thing? I said yes. Didn't you? He said nobody
> does that. I said I'm not nobody but I did it too. He looked confused
> for a second. Ha ha. Then he said he thinks it means you are a real man
> with a big dick and that makes him a stud. Then his sister got mad and
> she and her friend left the table and went in the living room which
> made me alone with Jeremy in the bedroom. Jeremy said fine now we can
> be real friends. We played some more poker.
>
> I was winning a lot and he asked me are you cheating. I said no but I
> thought he might think what I was doing was cheating. I told him I did
> what real poker players do. I guess right about what kind of hand he
> has by the look on his face and how his body moves. He said that was
> really neat. Then he scrunched down in this chair and stuck his long
> legs out under the table and put them on my chair between my legs. I
> thought that was strange but didn't say anything about it because we
> didn't have shoes on so he wouldn't get marks on the chair. Just as I
> was looking at his face to see what kind of hand he had he touched my
> monster with his toes. I jumped a little and said why did you do that?
> He said to distract me so I couldn't read his face. It worked and I
> lost. I told him the next time to be careful or something bad will
> happen. He said what? I said just be careful. The next hand was
> alright. The hand after it he grabbed my monster with both feet and I
> jumped back and fell off the chair so hard I landed halfway out the
> bedroom door while he was trying to dodge the table which my knees made
> fly up into his face. He fell back in his chair and the table landed on
> top of him. We had a rug on the floor so the only noise was my knees
> hitting the table which wasn't loud so the other people in the living
> room didn't know what happened.
>
> My back hurt a little and I was trying not to cry in front of him when
> he got up and put the table back on its feet. He ran over to me and
> said are you hurt and I said just a little in my back. His face
> crumpled up and I think he was about to cry for me and he hugged me
> really gently and lifted me up and put me on the bed. It was very nice
> of him. He touched me all over and asked it it hurt anywhere. I said no
> except when he touched me between my legs and I said be careful. He
> jerked his hand back. I think he was afraid he had hurt me with his
> feet which made me jump away from the table. I told him I wasn't hurt
> there but I am very ticklish there and couldn't help jumping away like
> that. He said he was very sorry but could he make it up to me later? I
> said okay.
>
> Jeremy woke me up in the middle of the night and asked if he could make
> my back feel better with his hands. I said if he wants to. I was on my
> stomach so he lifted my PJ shirt up and ran his fingers all over my
> back. It felt great. Then he said I should take off my PJ bottoms so he
> could do my legs because it will make my back feel even better. He
> helped me take them off and he was right. It was wonderful. Even my
> monster under me liked it a lot. So did his monster I saw standing out
> of his PJs. He said I should turn over so he could do my front. I did
> and I knew what he would say so I said it first yes it's big but be
> careful not to make me jump away again. He ran his fingers all over my
> front but not on the monster which was jumping like doing fast pushups.
> It was funny when it smacked into his hand when it was near which was a
> lot of times. I was breathing faster and so was he. His monster was
> jumping too. Then all of a sudden when his fingers ran over my nuts the
> third or fourth time my muscles tensed up and I started shaking and
> there was a very strange but very good feeling all over I don't know
> how to write about. Then it was over and I was all relaxed and sleepy.
> Jeremy was making low moaning noises and then his monster he was trying
> to keep still with his hand squirted white smelly stuff all over me. He
> said sorry when he could catch his breath and said it means he likes me
> a whole lot and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. He
> did and hugged me gently and said he likes me a lot over and over again
> and kissed me on my cheek. I told him I like him too because I do and
> kissed him on his cheek because I thought he would like it very much
> like my parents do. Then something wet from his face fell on me in the
> dark. I think he cried because he was too happy. Then we went to sleep.
> Only his arms were around me all night but I felt a special kind of
> warm all over me in my sleep.
>
> We got up in the morning and I'm writing this to you now which is
> longer than I thought it would be. Jeremy is going to leave tomorrow
> and I will really miss him. I'm going to tell him tonight before we go
> to bed my back still hurts a little. I'm going to put a towel under my
> pillow just in case. I looked at him just now and touched my back. He
> winked at me!
>
>
> Your friend,
>
> Stephen
Great story. Well crafted, engaging, surprisingly romantic, and the
wink is inspired.
The heat is not an entirely unwelcome extra. LOL
Mover, reeling his tongue back in
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