In article <Grant-me-that-2009101@Grant.Grant>, +Grant.
<+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
> 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
This is the best, and not just the nicest, advocate for mutual
masturbation I have ever read. Well done!
hate this. Good.
Mover, who likes tea and parties, but not together
Ps,
http://www.mediaite.com/tv/rachel-maddow-plays-christine-odonnell-90s-no-
masturbation-mtv-interview/
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