The Adventures of Stevie #54
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 #54 "Girlstrapping"
Dear Carlos,
I asked Glena if she could fix the new jock straps to fit me like she
did the other one I lost. Then I had to explain what happened. And then
to the whole family after supper. I told them first it had to be a
secret family thing they couldn't tell to anybody else. The kids all
felt for me like the kids in school did. I already told them about the
scratches all over me, but just that they were from wiggling around on
sharp scratchy things I didn't know would be where I was. Jeremy was
hugging me tight through the whole story. I didn't mind that at all.
The girls, Marsha and Brandy, were very quiet and concerned. Glena and
Zack had all kinds of looks go all over their faces. When I got to the
part of the story where Tommy gave me a massage, Jeremy looked very
happy. I decided to tell him more about that part in more detail later.
He should have one of those. Lots of them. Every day. Only from Tommy,
naturally.
After I finished telling them the story, and why I did what I did to
the boss agent was wrong, Zack asked me If I had known most of what was
going to happen, would I still have done the job? "Yes, I would.
Sometimes you have to do what is really important, even if you don't
like it, even if you risk injury and worse, if there is a good
possibility you could succeed. They wouldn't have asked for me, if it
wasn't really important. So, I had to, because there was nobody else
who could. It's a responsibility thing. If you can, you should. That's
what I think." Zack nodded and said, "Good reasons."
Zack went to help at the clinic, and Jeremy went to our room to study
for his high school final exams, and Glena and the girls worked on
cutting and sowing my jocks to fit my monster. Checking how they fit,
between adjustments, was very hard, in both ways. Hard, because my
monster would wake up when the girls had their hands on that area,
checking how loose and tight things were, and VERY hard not to think of
their faces close to my monster and not stare at their breasts, which
kept my monster awake and jumping. It was torture, but of a nice and
exciting kind. The girls didn't help my problem much, when they
deliberately brushed up against my monster a lot, and their fingers
checking the fit of the jocks, somehow couldn't keep from playing with
my nuts. It felt great, but painfully frustrating at the same time.
Finally it was over, and the girls went to their room. I could hear
them giggling and talking about it to each other.
I told Glena I had a problem. I explained about what was happening
with the jock fittings, and my painful frustration. I really wanted to
do sexual things with the girls, but I knew I shouldn't. Glena said "I
know you and Jeremy help each other masturbate." I said, "Yes, but it
happened by accident the first time, when he was teaching me how to do
it. Then I figured out it didn't make any sense not to help each other.
Why do it separately at the same time, when sharing it is so much
better? And because it would put a big strain on him because he is gay,
and watching me do it and not help. We don't do real sex, just that,
and kissing. I don't even do real sex with Chad, even though I know he
wants me to. We aren't old enough, and it would be wrong for me because
I'm not gay like I think he might be." Glena said "Have you thought
about doing a kind of the same things with the girls?" I said "YES! A
lot." She said "Then why haven't you? Are you afraid Jeremy would be
jealous?" I said "He wouldn't. He would be happy for me if I could be
happy that way. That's not the problem. Girls are different. Not just
their bodies. They have different feelings. I think doing hetero sex
things is much different than boys playing around for fun like I do. It
has different emotions in it. It's more serious, and the consequences
are more serious too. It's more about relationships than boy and boy
fun, which is more about wrestling and who can squirt the farthest,
than anything else. Boys can do that without love, and with people they
love, but boy-girl sexual things are much different. I think there has
to be some romantic love there, or it's not good for people. Maybe with
gay couples too. I think that's why Jeremy and Tommy don't have sex
together. They are building love first."
I told Glena "I could do simple sexual things with the girls, but I
don't think we could stop before they wanted it all. THAT is my
problem. I would really love to have some fun with them, but I
shouldn't because it might go too far, and that's not good for a
family, this family I love so much, and I'm too young to do it now,
anyway. It's not physical age I mean, but emotional age, which for me,
even though I have an intellect of an adult, is still at age 12, and
they are older than I am. I know I don't have enough self control to
stop with them, and I think they wouldn't want me to stop." Glena said
"I think you're right. I'm glad you thought this out so thoroughly. It
saves me a lot of work." She smiled and hugged me. She said "This issue
is part of most families. Unfortunately, there isn't much we can do
about the feelings. I'm not sure the girls will be able to understand
the problem like we do, so I will tell them their bedroom is off limits
to you, and not to touch you below the waist, because you're so
sensitive. That they will understand. Do you agree?" I said "Yes," and
hugged her back.
I sat with Glena and watched some TV. We hugged. Zack came home, and
made a sandwich of us, me in the middle, and he hugged me too. I'm glad
they like doing that. REALLY glad. You shouldn't think I watch TV for
what's on it. It's for what happens in front of it.
The girls came out of their room for some ice cream. Jeremy was
finished studying. We all had some. I love ice cream, but I make a mess
eating it. I like to suck it off the spoon. Sometimes that makes it
dribble down my chin, and down my bare front. If I have it before bed,
I leave it on me when we go into our bedroom. Jeremy likes to lick it
off me. I don't just like that, I LOVE it. It tickles and excites me at
the same time, and part of that is knowing how much Jeremy likes doing
it. He even squirted when he was doing it, twice, and nobody was
touching his monster. Sometimes I cheat and put some ice cream on my
nuts. I absolutely LOVE it when he puts his tongue all over them. It
feels so ticklish and good, I can hardly keep myself on the bed, I flop
around so much. I think part of what excites him so much when he's
doing it, is how much I like it. That might be why he licks a lot
longer than he needs to, to get all the ice cream off. When you love
somebody, making them feel good, makes you feel good too.
I told Jeremy what I discussed with Glena, and what she did about it.
That wasn't easy, because he kept playing with my nuts all the time I
was talking. I asked him to stop, and he said all I had to do was push
his hand away. You know I didn't!
Jeremy said "I'm sorry this problem makes you so frustrated. I will
just have to work harder to relieve some of that." I said, "If that's
so, we might have to get the ladder so we can wipe off the ceiling."
The best way for 2 boys who love each other, to laugh, is with holding
onto each others monsters. Not too long after that, we almost had to
get that ladder.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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