The Adventures of Stevie #44
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 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
school.
Dear Carlos,
Before we went to bed, I asked if I could invite Tommy to visit the
next day, which was Sunday. I could. I did. Then Jeremy and me went
into our room to talk some more, about ordinary things. We had an hour
before the usual bedtime, but we could stay up later on weekends. I
told him what happened at the hospital with the nurses. He was upset
about the first nurse, and happy for me about the second nurse. Both
our monsters were happy and awake. I grabbed my monster, and asked him
if it was a good time to teach me how to masturbate. We sat next to
each other, and he touched my monster in different places and told me
about the feelings that made, and showed me how to make them myself. He
explained about ejaculation, and said as long as mine was clear, there
was no sperm in it, and I might be able to ejaculate as often as I
wanted to, even 10 times in a row, 10 times a day, but after I started
making sperm, I couldn't do it that much, because it wouldn't let me.
I wanted him to know I was paying attention, so I grabbed his monster
and did the same things to him. He liked it a whole lot. I liked
helping him to feel so good. I told him that. He kissed me. Then we
were doing things all over each other, hands on each other everywhere,
and kissing with tongues. I squirted first. It was clear. Then right
after, he squirted white stuff on me like he did before, and then I
quirted again. We did this about 4 or 5 times together, like it would
never stop. I can't tell you how good I felt. I don't know how, except
to say it was the best, most exciting feeling I ever had. It was so
strong, I almost fainted.
Then it was over, and we fell back on the bed exhausted. I had his
white stuff on my hands, and all over me, and he had my clear stuff on
his hands, and all over him, but much more. I said "If this is
masturbation, what do you call it when you do it yourself?" He laughed
weakly, and said "I think we went a little bit further than we
intended." I said "Oh, then what would a lot be?" He laughed again, and
said "I don't know, but I'm too tired to find out right now. Lets go
clean up." We did. We went back to our bedroom. His monster was asleep.
Mine wasn't. I still wanted to try masturbation. Jeremy thought I
should use something slippery to help, because my hands were so small,
and my monster was so big. He said I should ask Glena for some
vegetable oil.
I went to the living room and asked Zack and Glena for some, and told
them why. They could see what it was for, too, jumping in front of me.
Zack said it was a good idea. Glena put some in a jar for me, and I
took it into our bedroom. I put it all over my monster, and grabbed it
and moved my hand up an down it slow and fast, to see how it felt. It
was good. Jeremy's monster was awake again, so I put some oil on his,
and used my hand on him like I did on mine. I told him to stay like he
was, lying on the bed, and I would do all the work. I said I needed
practice. He didn't argue.
I had one hand on me, and one hand on him. I moved them together up
and down, slow and fast, changing how tight I was squeezing. I was
testing different ways, and checking the results on my feelings, and on
his feelings. I discovered where the best feelings were, and how to
change them so we wouldn't get too used to only one way. He was moving
around and moaning like he enjoyed it very much. Then I though about
what people touching my nuts did to my feelings, so I let go of my
monster, and grabbed his nuts with that hand and played with them. He
stiffened up and squirted really hard, all over himself. Then I put
both hands on me, and made myself squirt a few times. It felt very
good, but not as good as when he made me squirt.
I told him about that, and he said that's the way it is. It feels
much better when somebody else makes you squirt. I told him that was
disappointing. I said "If that's the case, if we don't have somebody
else to do it for us, we will just have to help each other until then.
It's not logical for each of us to do it the second best in the same
room, when we can do it the best way together. I like it. I want to do
it often. I think you do too. And I love making you happy." He didn't
even try to disagree.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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