The Adventures of Stevie #47
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.
The Adventures of Stevie #47 "Ed for Jer and Me"
Dear Carlos,
Jeremy is going to college right here in the city! He doesn't know
what he wants to have for a major yet. He's smart and a good student,
so he can learn and do anything he wants to. His grandparents will pay
for everything as long as he's in school, even if he wants to stay
there till he gets a PhD. I'm very glad for that.
There is a little problem because of this change. Zack and Glena
don't usually keep their foster kids after they turn 18, but nobody
could imagine they would want to lose Jeremy. It has to happen someday,
but so soon? He could stay at home and take the buss to college, but
staying in the dorm is very convenient for him to use the big college
library, and make new friends. If he wants to make so many new friends,
now that he is concentrating a lot of his friendship on Tommy, which I
like VERY much. But then, Tommy teaches fighting arts at the same
college, so they can see each other there too. There is one more
possibility. If they want to, he might live with Tommy, who lives by
himself in his own apartment close to the college. I would love it if
they could be together like that, if they want to. I think that would
be best for Jeremy, but that's the one possibility I shouldn't discuss
with him. Their peach might not be ready yet, and I don't want to ruin
it.
There is something else I thought might happen. I'm going to summer
camp this summer. Well, I sure can't do that in the winter! Ha ha.
Jeremy is going too. He will be 18, so he can be a real counselor
instead of a CIT, if there is an opening. Tommy went to the same camp
too, when he was younger, and was a CIT there too. He's 23 or 24 now,
so he could be a counselor there if he wanted to be, because he won't
be teaching at the college in the summer. I told Tommy all that. He
looked very thoughtful, specially after I told him Jeremy was going to
be there. I made him promise to tell me the second he decides he wants
to go to camp with us. He agreed. I have plans, if he goes. I think
Tommy guessed that. I think HE thinks it would be good if it works. I
think you know what I have in mind.
I'm changing my education too. I went to Dr. Knot and told him I
wanted to study something new. I haven't told you much about him
before. I should do that now. He runs the special school I'm in, and
he's our psychologist and education counselor. If we want to study
something, he gets us the teachers for it. They are usually the best in
the area, who teach at colleges. Almost all of them have PhDs, or are
working on them like Kit, and some have more than one. We don't call
them Doctor because it would be confusing, except Dr. Knot, because he
heals people's minds, and that's like medical doctors. Our school is
set up like a university, which it should be, because we learn mostly
college level things, but not exactly. Students don't pay anything. The
school pays us to go there, and even helps pay for our homes. There are
people called "The Trusties" who give the school all the money we need,
and that's a whole lot, and they set up the basic rules for how the
school runs. We don't know who they are. They don't want anybody to
know, except people who are on the Board of directors for the school.
They are the people who manage the regular operation the school. Dr.
Knot is the President of the Board, and my father is one of the board
members.
There is another thing I didn't tell you about which we couldn't
learn as much and as fast as we do without them. Secretaries. Our
school wouldn't work without them. Each student has his own secretary,
and sometimes they work in a way called the "Secretarial Pool", but I
never see them in swim suits. We hardly see them at all. That's too
bad, because some of them are very pretty. We use tape recorders to
dictate what we need typed up for us, like notes and reports and term
papers and theses. They type them overnight, and we can make
corrections the next morning. We could never learn as fast as we could,
if we had to waste our time doing all that ourselves. Dr. Knot works so
much he has 3 secretaries all for himself.
I told Dr. Knot I wanted to study psychology all the way, not just
the basics we all did. I wanted to know why mother was like she was,
who was in a special hospital and might never be well enough to come
back. I wanted to know about what happened to Victoria. I wanted to
know about sexuality, and why some people were gay and some were not.
Most of all, I wanted to know what causes hate, and what makes people
want to hurt other people, and how to stop it. I wanted to learn how to
really help people who were sad. Then Dr. Knot told me some things
about my education I didn't know.
I already had two college degrees, one in engineering plus physics,
and one in fine arts, and I was working on my masters in those
subjects. I would be awarded the diplomas for the undergraduate degrees
at the end if this school year. He said I could take some more
undergraduate courses in psych, and could probably complete a masters
it, and the other two as well, by the end of next year. If I agreed, he
would set it up. I told him I didn't care about the degrees. I just
wanted to learn. He smiled at that. Then I told him I already read all
the books on psychology in our big library. He was a little surprised
at that. That was fun, because he knows me, and should know I would do
that. He said "I'm personally pleased you want to make a serious study
of psychology. I will be teaching some of your courses. I look forward
to that." I'm not sure I will. I guess I'm going to find out.
I told Glena in the car on the way home. She was surprised and happy
for me about the degrees. I asked her if I should tell Jeremy. "He is
much older, and doesn't even go to college yet. He might not like being
reminded he's not as smart as me." We were just parking at home. She
said "He's not as cute as you, either," and pinched my cheek. I rubbed
it hard like it really hurt. She laughed and said "You tell him.
Tonight. After supper. If what I think will happen, happens, I don't
expect to see you both until morning." She tickled me into agreeing
with her. Some persuasions are fun!
I told them all, just like Glena said. Zack and the girls were
surprised and happy for me. Jeremy wasn't surprised, but his grin
almost split his head in half. We all hugged each other. Then Jeremy
told me he had something special to tell me. I said "What what what,"
all excited like. He said "Later". I think he liked teasing me like
that. This anticipation thing is not as much fun for me as it is for
HIM!
We went to our room. He closed the door very slowly. I was getting
very frustrated! He still had his cat swallowed canary grin stuck on
his face. I could almost see the yellow feathers sticking out. He sat
me on his bed and sat next to me. He told me how pleased he was for me,
about my degrees. He said "So, you're going to shrink heads." I knew
what he meant. Then he gently picked up my sleeping monster, bent close
to it, and said softly to it, "Watch out, or he will shrink your head
too," and kissed it on the tip. I couldn't help laughing so much I
almost cried. He laughed with me, and I think my monster did too.
Then Jeremy looked very serious. He said "We will have to tell Tommy
all about it, when we see him at camp." I screeched like I was that
canary it looked like he bit and almost swallowed, and ran all around
the room yelling hooray and other things I don't remember. Jeremy
cornered me and hugged me, and said "Hold on, we don't need to tire you
out so quickly." I calmed down a little. I looked at him like I was
being sneaky, and said "Oh, what for?" Now it was my turn to tease him.
He said, "Well, we could celebrate a little." I said "How could we do
that?" I had a not so little problem then. My monster already knew, and
told us, and so did his. Then Jeremy knelt down in front of me, cupped
my nuts with his hand, and swallowed my monster whole!
It was a good thing my back was up against the wall, or I would have
collapsed to the floor, it felt so overwhelmingly good. I was afraid he
would choke himself to death, but not only didn't that happen, he moved
his mouth up and down on it like it was a million hands doing what we
did before, his tongue wagging side to side. His hands were doing
amazing things to my nuts, too. It felt so good, the pleasure was so
intense, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Then it got
impossibly better. Then I squirted so hard, it felt like all of me was
coming out through my monster. Jeremy tried to swallow it all, but a
lot of it came out of his mouth and covered his chin and flowed down to
cover his own awake monster, which then started to squirt all by
itself, up to my monster.
Then we were on the wooden floor, flopping around together like fresh
caught fish, hugging and kissing each other all over. Then we licked
each other clean. That was new for me. I wasn't sure I liked the taste,
but it was from our love. It was the first time I really had a part of
him inside me I could keep, when I swallowed it. A treasure worth more
than all the money in the world.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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