The Adventures of Stevie #55
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 #55 "Possible Hot Beach"
Dear Carlos,
It was the last week of school. We were finishing up projects and
proofreading our last papers. We were planning for next year, too. I
asked Dr. Knot to put education on my list of study areas. He agreed it
was a good choice. I thought I would have more time to study, because
Jeremy would be spending most of his time at college, so the extra work
wouldn't be a problem. Tommy came to give Rod his fighting test. I
could tell from how Rod felt after it, he didn't pass. I felt really
sorry for them both. Rod can try again next year, and I will coach him
for it. I asked Tommy for a private conference. We did that after
lunch. Rod's test was before lunch, because you do NOT want to do
anything like that right after you eat. Not if you don't like cleaning
up after yourself.
We went into my usual conference room, and I made sure we wouldn't be
disturbed. We sat on the couch. I leaned against him, and he put his
arm around me. We just sat there for a while, just being together. I do
that with Jeremy too. You don't need to be doing things all the time,
and sometimes taking time to do nothing with somebody you love, is the
best thing you can do. Then I said "I'm glad you are going to be at
camp." Tommy said "I am too. Thanks for the suggestion." I said "You
and Jeremy have to go a week early to set things up. It must be
different, without the campers there." He said "Yes it is. Quiet." I
said "Just think, a deserted part of the beach at night, moonlight
shining off the water, waves making it sparkle, a blanket on the sand,
head off.
Tommy said "So this is what it's all about?" I said. "Partly. Was I
being bad?" He said "Feel and find out." I did. His monster was rock
hard. He kissed me real good, and whispered in my ear, which tickled,
"I think the peach is ripe." I went absolutely wild. I jumped up and
yelled as loud as I could all kinds of silly noises, and ran and hopped
all over the room like some crazy kid who just found out one of his
best and nicest dreams just came true. After I got tired enough to act
almost normal, for me, I sat on his lap and hugged him and kissed him,
and told him what I just wrote about how I felt, tears dripping down my
face. His face was wet too, and not just because I had slobbered all
over it.
After a while, I said "He's going to college in the fall. Your
college. I don't think he's figured out where he will be living yet. It
could be at his foster home, or in a dorm at school, or with somebody
he loves." I poked him. I said "If he doesn't live at home, I won't be
upset. I knew it would happen someday, and I will always be happy for
him and me, when HE is happy. Being at the school will be convenient
for using the school facilities, but he might miss his family, and the
great food, but he could meet and make new friends there. If you want
him to live with you, if it's possible, he would be much closer to
school, and you could get there together, and it's convenient for stuff
for people who love each other to do. Whatever happens, I will always
love you and Jeremy, but not the same. I will love you both more,
because you love each other, and I couldn't be happier about that."
He dripped some more tears, which fell on my head. I didn't wipe it
off. They were his, and precious to me. He said "You are amazing!" I
said, "No, I'm Stephen," and smiled up at him. He said "You know that I
mean." I said "Maybe, but there is something else I have to tell you."
He said "More? I don't know if I can take it," and squeezed me. I said
very seriously. "I want you to know, if you and Jeremy decide you don't
want to do sex play with me anymore, I will know and understand it's
not because you don't love me. I know we will love each other forever,
and nothing can ever stop it. So you don't have to be afraid to tell
me, if you decide that. I will never stop loving you both, and the most
important thing to me about you is that you be happy." I wanted to make
that very clear, in case they wanted to be completely for each other,
and nobody else, and not do boy play with other people anymore.
Tommy said "I respect you as much as anybody I know, and I love you
like family, and you are a whole lot of fun to be with, in every way. I
don't expect the relationship we have with each other to change. I will
let you know if it ever does. In the mean time, I would like to prove
it to you now." Then he rubbed my monster through my pants. Then I did
something I never thought I would do. I pushed his hand away, and said
"No. I don't want us to think we did it to prove something which
doesn't need proving. This gift of our bodies in fun should be just for
fun and love." He said "I understand, but you have made me pretty hot,
with your beach date story." That was true.
Tommy's monster was still awake under me. I could feel it. It was my
fault. So it was my responsibility to help him with it. I told him
that. He said very seriously, "That makes sense. You do reason well." I
said, "But I'M not hot." He said "I suppose we will have to do
something about that." I said "I suppose so." We undressed each other
very slowly. I never did that with anybody in this situation before. If
you don't know already, knowing what you are going to do after,
undressing this way makes you VERY hot, and we didn't even do any
monster touching then. Then he picked me up and sat me on his lap, face
to face, awake monster to awake monster, my legs around his waist,
chest to chest. We hugged close and kissed very actively and
thoroughly. We pressed our bodies tight to each other. We started
wiggling. It was really more of a vibration. It made our monsters rub
against each other fast. It happened faster an faster, all by itself,
beyond our control. Then we exploded against our chests, with hot
fireworks which were never going to stop. That's what it felt like,
when we finally squirted.
We held each other in that position for a long time after, locked in
love. Then we slowly unwrapped from each other. We held hands while we
cleaned up, with the things I kept in the room just for that. It was
awkward, but we didn't want to let go of each other. We dressed. I made
him leave the room first. I sat and cried for a while. I knew, in spite
of what he said, what we just did in our magical world of love, could
be for the last time. Then I thought, "If it was the last, what could
be a better way send him off to Jeremy, than that?" I had to smile.
Head up, I went out to meet the world again, ready and eager for new
adventures I knew would come.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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