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The Adventures of Stevie #58
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. Year 2 of his special school has just
ended.
The Adventures of Stevie #58 "Don't Spare the Rod"
Dear Carlos,
School just ended. Before that, Rod's parents called me at home and
asked me more about how we live in my foster home. They asked about
sex. Here's what I told them. "Can I speak openly with you?" The said
yes. I said "Nobody in this house under 18 is is allowed to screw
anybody. If it even looks like it might happen, they have to leave. We
have to have trust here, and we get it. He's not just safe here, he's
safe wherever and whenever I am with him. I will never let anything bad
happen to him, even if he wants it. He will get bruised a little in our
practice, and so will I, but it's necessary. It's part of training.
Except for that, I'm going to make sure he has a fun time here, just
like you would want him to. LIke we all want him to." That must have
worked, because Rod was allowed to visit.
Tommy came in the morning and took Jeremy to camp. We said our
goodbyes in the bedroom, on the bed. I was the sandwich meat again. I
didn't complain one little bit. We were not sad. It would only be a
week before I would see them again. Jeremy doesn't know about my beach
suggestion. I think Tommy will do it. He probably thought of it before
I did, anyway. I hope the director does what I asked. If he does, camp
could be very interesting. After lunch, Rod came. Since it was
Saturday, the girls were staying with friends, as usual. That was good
for Rod, who was a lot more red than usual.
I was dressed to meet his parents, if they wanted to come in with
Rod. They didn't. I took him to my room. I said "Do you want undress
now like I'm going to do, or wait till later? I recommend getting it
over with as soon as possible." We got undressed. He had a boner
already. It was a good size. He should be proud of it. I told him that.
He got more red. "I said the more you get embarrassed with me here and
now, the less you will later." He said "That sounds reasonable." I said
"Then do to me what I do to you." I ran my hands all over him, not
skipping his boner. He did the same to me, but hesitated at my
sleeping monster. I nodded, and he did it and kept on going. My monster
woke up. He stared at and said "Wow!" I said "I have heard that a lot.
The first kid outside my family, in my first sleepover when I was 10,
said that, and called it a monster. That's what I have called it ever
since. We have already seen each other in the locker room, so there are
no body secrets between us. Now we have touched everything, so we don't
have to worry about it ever again. Right?" He said "Right." I said
"Lets sit and talk." We did.
I said "Tell me about the test. All you can remember, and what you
were feeling at the time. Be honest." He did. He was. There was one
difference from what happened to me. He didn't get his nuts smashed. I
asked him what Sensei told him. He really didn't want to tell me, but
he knew he had to, for me to help him. He broke two of the rules. He
tried to kick at the knee, and he chopped with the edge of his hand. I
asked him why he did it. He said "I was desperate, I was in so much
pain, I didn't think I could keep going. I didn't plan it, it just
happened. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it." I said "Did
Tommy say anything to you after the test, in the locker room?" Rod
looked embarrassed. I guessed. "You can tell me, everything. He tested
me too, remember?" He said "He gave me a massage, but didn't talk about
the test." I said "I was the first student at the school he tested. I
told him I wished I had a massage, and he gave me one. He's a
professional. It was VERY good. So good, I would have squirted if I
could have then, and I was still recovering from him smashing my nuts
in the test. Did you?" He looked more embarrassed, but he said "Yes!" I
said "I'm happy for you. It must have felt as good for you as it did
for me, maybe better." I hugged him then. His monster woke up, but I
didn't even look at it.
I said "I know what your problem is. The basic one, and what it
causes. I'll tell you, but first I'll tell you about my test." I did.
When I got to the part where Tommy flattened my nuts with a front kick,
he grabbed his own and went "Ouch!" I said "Oh, yes! The worst pain I
ever had." Then I finished telling him about the fight, and how I was
after it, with Sensei. He said "He squeezed them? Did it work?" I said
"Yes, it did. And I was very happy about that. I want to have kids
someday." He smiled a little at that. I said "Now, about your problems.
Your biggest one is lack of confidence. Your other problem which that
causes, is you were too tense. I can help you. Sensei and Tommy know
it, which is why they are allowing me to help you. Did you think I
would do this without their permission? Never." He said "Oh." I said
"That was a big statement." I tickled him. He tickled me back. We
wrestled all over the room. Our monsters woke up, and we grabbed each
others' sometimes, but it was a natural boy playing thing.
I told him to stand up, in a fighting ready position. I held out my
hand close to his chest and told him to slap it away. He tried, but as
soon as he moved, I had my hand on his cheek, just touching. He said
"How did you do that?! I said "By not wanting to." He said "Huh?" I
said "That's not genius talk." We both laughed. I said "Don't worry
about it for now." I put my hand back near his chest again, and said
"Don't think about it. Relax. When you are ready to slap my hand, don't
make it happen, LET it happen all by itself." SLAP! He did it, and we
were both surprised. I said "You are a fast learner! I'm proud of you."
His smile almost cracked his face in half. I was very happy for him,
and told him that. Then I hugged him, and gave him some of my love. His
monster reacted to my hug and love. I thought we were going to have
some interesting times later.
I said "That's all for now. Lets talk." We sat. I said "What were you
afraid of in the fight? Be honest." He said "I was afraid of failing
the most, and a little afraid of the pain I might have." I said "Good.
We will take care of both. How do you think we can help you not be
afraid of the pain?" He looked scared and said, "I don't think I want
to know." I said "Right. With pain. That's the only way you can learn
to master it. There are 2 ways I know about, which we can cause enough
pain you need for this, without causing real damage. Do you agree to
let it happen?" He looked more afraid. I hugged him tight. He was
shaking. I gave him some more love. I think he knew one of the ways,
for sure.
"We can do some of it now. There is time before supper. Okay?" He
nodded, too afraid to squeak. I said "First, we need to talk about how
to control your feeling of pain. Think of pain as a stream of angry red
feeling that comes up into and through the middle of your brain, and
goes out the top of your head. Visualize it now. Now use your will as
mental hands, and push it away to the side, away from the center of
your brain, so you know it's there, but it doesn't bother you. Do it.
Good. Are you ready?" He was kneeling on the bed, knees spread wide. I
flicked one of his nuts with my finger, hard. He jumped. I repeated my
instructions. Then I flicked the same one again. He didn't jump as
much. Good. I told him that. Next I surprised him when he wasn't
looking down, and flicked the other one hard, he jumped again and
started to bend down and grab them, but stopped himself. I flicked that
one again, and he didn't react at all. I flicked them both hard, and he
didn't move. Then I couldn't take it anymore, and fell over and cried.
He jumped on me and hugged me, and said "What happened?" I said "I
hate hurting you. It hurts me so much to do it to you." He didn't
understand, so I told him what Tommy told me. Then he cried with me.
There was a knock on the door, asking if we could be ready to eat in 10
minutes. I said we would. I said "You are doing very well. The other
way is much harder to set up, and takes much longer, but lasts a lot
longer too. We would do it by putting your hand and arm in ice water,
until it hurts real bad with the cold, then we take it out. I don't
think we need to do that, if you agree to what we were just doing,
because you won't be able to use that hand for a while after. There is
more we should do, but you are doing so well, I think we should stay
with it." He said "I agree." We went to eat.
We sat at the table. Rod didn't look nervous at all being naked with
naked people. Maybe nut flicking cures it. I said to him "You REALLY
need to use a napkin on your lap. I found that out when I first ate
here. Breakfast is great, until you drop a spoonful of hot oatmeal on
your monster. You do NOT want to do that!" He said "Ouch! Right." We
all smiled. Supper went fine. I was proud of him. I told him that when
we went back to our room. This time HE hugged me. Not bad!
I asked him if he was ready for more pain. He made him self look
brave and nodded. This time I blindfolded him. He needed to learn how
to handle surprise pain. I pinched him hard all over, but not his
monster or nuts. He never knew where I would pinch next. He was taking
it well. I asked him about it, and he said how he was managing it. Then
I did some more, with some slaps mixed in. Then I slapped his nuts
hard. His body tensed all over for a second, then relaxed some. I
waited a minute, and asked him how it was. He said what he was doing
was really working. He sounded surprised. Then I told him to hold onto
the wall with one hand and wave the other arm up and down, and not stop
it for anything until I said he could. He did. Then I gave him a front
kick in the nuts, not quite as hard as Tommy gave me. He took it well.
A minute later, I told him to sit kneeling. He did, knees locked
together. I did to him what Sensei did for me. I pried his knees open
with mine on top, and squeezed his nuts for about a minute and a half.
He said he was alright after that, with just a little ache. I cried
again. He hugged me. I thanked him for the hug, and told hem he hugged
really well. He thanked me for hurting him. I cried again. He hugged me
again. I think he might not say that again.
We put on fighting clothes and went outside to practice. We didn't
want to get bare skin scratched by toenails. He was more relaxed and
confident than I ever saw him before. That was good, and I told him
that. It was dark by then, but his smile lit up the yard. We went back
inside, and undressed and cleaned up for bed. We used the shower at the
same time. I told him I did it with Jeremy to save water and time, and
because we already did it at school, we wouldn't have a problem doing
it here. He agreed. Then I told him what I did with Jeremy before going
to sleep, this way.
"We have two beds. You can sleep by yourself, or with me. If you want
to know what I would like best, it's being hugged by somebody I care
about, to sleep. I have done that with every boy who has stayed for the
night. What do you want to do?" He said "Sometimes my little brother
sleeps with me. He's about your age. It's not bad. I could try it." I
said "That's not all you do with him. I can tell. It doesn't have to
mean you are a homosexual. It could mean you care so much about a
friend, it makes you happy to help him be happy. Jeremy and I help each
other, because we love each other, and we like making us happy
together. I'm not gay. I wanted to be both, but I like girls much more.
So you should know you don't have to be gay to be nice to boys you care
about. Here we are brothers. Come." I held out my arms. His monster was
woke up while I was talking. He walked slowly toward me. My monster
woke up. We fell into each other's arms, and cried a little. I kissed
his tears away, and he did the same to me. Our hands found things to
caress. We took our time, slowly building our heat. We squirted high. I
loved the look on his face when he did. I kissed him on the lips right
after. It surprised him, but he kissed me back hard. We relaxed for a
while in each other's arms. He said "You were great!" I said "You
aren't too bad yourself." We laughed. Then we did it all over again. It
was like he couldn't do it enough.
When we were too tired to do it any more, I said "I love, really
love, some people. I just added you to that list. I knew I would, too"
He said "Brother!" We both cried a little. Then we cleaned up, and
slept together, REALLY together.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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