On 12 Jul 2010 19:07:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #15
>
>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.
>All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
>that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
>Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
>The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
>Stevie is 11 in this story, in year 1 of summer camp.
>
>The Adventures of Stevie #15 "Kittens and Privacy"
>
>
>Dear Carlos,
>
>
> Summer camp is not like I imagined. That is absolutely true because I
>didn't try to imagine it before. Ha ha. I know a lot of new kids now I
>didn't know before. They couldn't be more different from each other if
>they tried. I think some actually did try. I am one of them.
>
> I met my new friends first in a big building in the city very early
>in the morning. There we got together and lined up to be registered for
>the camp. There was a boy at the head of the line making a loud fuss
>about everything. He said he was already registered, and if they
>weren't nice to him his kittens would be hurt and he kept yelling about
>cat's trading people. I thought that was strange, but I discovered
>George is strange in a lot of ways, and it isn't good to ask him about
>his strangeness. It just makes him louder. Sometimes he is very nice
>too. I'll tell you more about that later.
>
> Then we got on big busses and drove away on a very long trip. Our
>suitcases were already loaded. Kids who were going to be in the same
>cabins were on the same buss, two cabins to a bus. George was on my
>buss, and the sticker on his shirt said he was in my cabin too. I
>thought "Oh no!" Everybody talked to each other after we all introduced
>ourselves. The names on our stickers were actually who we were! Ha ha.
>Some of the boys had been to this camp before and told the rest of us
>all about it. I think they weren't very good describers because it was
>much better than they said. We stopped for lunch and then drove some
>more. We got to camp and got our suitcases and went to our cabins and
>chose our beds. They were all against the walls and had shelves for our
>things. Our 2 cabins were stuck together at one end by a little
>bathroom. Then we went to the dining hall to eat and be told about the
>camp. I will tell you about it too.
>
> The camp is in the woods on a not steep hill next to the ocean. The
>boys part is closer to the ocean, and the girl's part is up the hill on
>the other side of the main buildings and very big swimming pool, which
>can hold all the campers in it at once in the shallow end. If we don't
>eat too much. Ha ha. There are lots of activities we can do, and nobody
>has to do something they don't like, but the counselors are very good
>at convincing campers to try. They are too many to write about now. I
>will do that for each one I do, so I can write more about the sports,
>movies, social things, and arts and crafts. George wasn't the only
>camper to make a loud fuss. I did it too, in front of the whole camp!
>
> JEREMY IS HERE! He is a "Counselor In Training". A CIT. Each cabin
>has a regular counselor and a CIT. He is not in my cabin or the one
>next to us. As soon as I saw him in the dining hall, I screamed his
>name real loud and ran up to him and jumped all over him. I must have
>looked really funny to everybody. I didn't care. He said "Hi Stephen!"
>and smiled. I told him how nice it was to see him again and told him I
>had a problem I needed to tell him about after we ate and could I
>please do it? He said it would be alright and he will tell his
>counselor and mine to make it official. After we ate I told him about
>my monster problem, which he already knew about because he saw it
>already. I told him I didn't want the other campers to see it because
>it is too big and they would never stop talking about it. He said I
>would be very popular. I said that would be alright but not THAT way.
>He agreed, and said he would tell the camp director.
>
> After I talked to Jeremy, the camp director and his assistant who is
>is wife got up on the stage and spoke.
>"Welcome to our camp," he said, and shouted "I'm the Director and I'm
>INSANE FOR BOYS." Then his wife shouted "I'm the Assistant Director and
>I'm INSANE FOR GIRLS!" I wonder if they really are. Ha ha. They told us
>all about how good the camp is and all the usual welcome stuff. Then we
>all went to our cabins to unpack and settle in. Our counselor is a
>college student and so is our CIT who is younger. The counselors sleep
>in the same cabin we do but behind a partition campers are not allowed
>to go into. Our CIT lives in the town next to the camp so he doesn't
>sleep at the camp like the others but sleeps at home. We unpacked and
>George made a fuss again because there wasn't enough space on the wall
>to put all the pictures of his kittens on it. I wouldn't mind so much
>about his fussing if his bed wasn't next to mine, but they are really
>good pictures. I could almost hear them purr. Maybe that was George. Ha
>ha. Mike is next to me on the other side. He looked sick. I asked him
>what was wrong. He said he had a stomachache. I was sorry for him and
>sat next to him on his bed to keep him company. I think nobody who is
>hurting should be alone.
>
> The camp director came in and talked to our counselor. I saw them
>look in my direction a few times when they were talking. I could see
>them over the top of the partition. Then he left and our counselor
>asked me over to him and he explained the special arrangements they
>made for me. I can change clothes in the counselor's area and use the
>counselor's shower house. Not like the boys big open shower house, it
>has separate stalls so I don't need to look at undressed counselors. I
>didn't say I don't mind looking because I have seen everything in art
>class that's possible to see about people. Mine might be bigger than
>theirs anyway. Ha ha.
>
> I changed into my PJs first in the counselor's area and then he told
>the other campers it was time to change for bed. The boys who had been
>in camp before didn't have any problem undressing in front of the
>others, but the new boys were embarrassed. That made their monsters
>wake up and they were more embarrassed. Red faced, too. The other boys
>said don't worry about it and made theirs big too. Then they had a
>contest to see who had the biggest. They had a lot of fun measuring
>each other. Sometimes they took longer to measure than they really
>needed to. Nobody minded. I was really sorry I couldn't do any of that
>with them, so I didn't look because I might cry. Then we went to bed.
>
> I think I was right to hide my monster, even though it makes me sad I
>can't play monster-grab with them. Theirs are all so tiny, mine would
>make me a freak to them. If they like me I want it to be about how nice
>I am, not about how strange my monster is.
>
> That was my first day a camp. I will have a lot more to write about
>next time. We have to write a letter home every week, so I can do an
>extra one to you without any bother. It's the write thing to do. Ha ha.
>
>
>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Hey Grant!
How did this post slip through my kf? ;) I like how you worked IFB
into the story. Being a Camp Counselor at a boy's camp would probably
be his ultimate job.
I'm very sad for Stevie as his monster is apparently so big that he
feels like a freak, or is afraid he'll be perceived as one. Big or
little, his equipment is all natural and he shouldn't have to hide or
be afraid of the reaction of others. I wonder if he would have had the
same reaction if his dink was dinky? I don't think Stevie is feeling
shame, per se, but he obviously is concerned enough that he thinks
ahead to make special arrangements.
It is probably even bigger than I imagined it was, in which case it
will be REALLY interesting to see how it (and he) react to a serious
sexual attraction. So far his experimentation has been tentative and
playful. If he meets a pretty girl (or guy) who flips his switch the
monster will demand attention. His eventual partner wil have quite a
challenge.
So far you've made little object lessons for each story, but you
aren't over doing it. Well done!
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