The Adventures of Stevie #59
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. Year 2 of summer camp just started.
The Adventures of Stevie #59 "House of Rod"
Dear Carlos,
I'm at camp now. I will tell you about it later. First I want to tell
you what happened after my last letter, before I came to camp.
I woke up before Rod did, his first morning with me. I didn't do
anything but just look at him. It was like I was drinking him into my
mind, so I would remember him like this forever. When I thought it was
time he should wake up, I blew on his eyelids. He opened his eyes and
smiled at me looking at him. He gently grabbed my monster under the
covers, and said, "Hello Stephen! Nice to meet you. I just thought of a
better way to greet boys I love, than shaking hands." He shook my
monster he was grabbing. I laughed and did the same to him. I said
"Maybe you should apply for a patent." We laughed. Doing that while
monster grabbing is a little more than interesting. I said "There is
time before breakfast. What shall we do?" He said "I don't know. What
do you think we should do?" We went back and forth saying things like
that, while we were gently stroking each others' monsters under the
covers. Then we couldn't take it anymore, and we threw off the covers,
and did what we did before bed the night before. Then we rested,
playing with each others' nuts. That's much nicer than hurting them.
MUCH nicer.
Rod likes cooking. He thought wearing an apron was funny, covered in
front, and bare butt hanging out in back, until I reminded him about
the oatmeal and napkin issue. We don't want to fry our own sausages.
Hot oil splashes hurt, just on your arms. I really don't want to know
how my monster feels about it. The rest of his stay before I had to
leave for camp, was mostly the same. We practiced fighting, but not
pain testing anymore. We ate, and slept together, and had boy play fun.
He didn't have any problem about being naked around the girls. They
liked him. Then Chad visited Friday, and stayed the night.
I wondered how Rod would like sharing me with Chad, and how Chad
would like sharing me with Rod. At first they didn't know how the other
felt about me, and what they did with me. That didn't last long, after
our private group hug I asked for. Monsters know who they like, and
what they want. We took turns being in the middle on the bed. When you
have 4 hands going all over you, and 2 mouths kissing you in different
places, from people you love, and your hands are on their monsters who
love it, you REALLY don't want to be anyplace else.
Chad left Saturday afternoon. We said goodbye, but that was for Rod
and Chad. I would see Chad Sunday on the bus to camp. Father picked me
up Saturday afternoon, just after Chad left. Rod came with us, because
we took him home. We ate supper there. His parents are nice. His
brother Davie is nice too, and very excitable. I used to be that way
all the time, but not so much now. Fighting training and chakra
management have changed me. For the better, I think.
Rod told his parents about how I live at the foster home, during
supper. Davie had a lot of questions. I was very careful to answer them
so he could understand, and in a way his parents would approve. When he
asked about boners, I looked at his mother. She nodded. I was glad they
were open about such things. I said "What of them? Do you really think
clothes hide them? They don't. All they do is give people an excuse to
act like they don't see them, but they really do. The same when your
hands are in your pockets. They know about that too. Men used to be
boys too, you know. They don't forget what hands are for. When you
can't hide your boner, you don't worry about hiding it, because it's a
natural thing, and they don't bother about it. That makes it happen
less, not more." Rod was nodding. We went into the living room. We kids
were on the carpet in the middle. Then Rod REALLY embarrassed me.
Rod told them about why I said he failed his test, and I helped him
with his problems. He said "I was afraid of pain, so I couldn't manage
it when I needed to. The only way to learn is to have pain. We had a
problem with it. Stephen had to make me feel pain, but it hurt him so
much to do that to me, he cried." I said pleadingly "Rod!" He said "I
have a good reason for this." I said "But it's embarrassing!" He said
"Then you explain to my brother why you cried." I had to, then. "Davie,
do you love your brother?" He nodded violently. "Do you think you ever
would want to hurt him?" He said "NO! Never!" I said "If he were hurt
really bad, would you cry for him?" He nodded, and looked almost like
he was about to cry. I didn't want that to happen, so I didn't ask him
the next steps. "If you accidentally hurt him, you would feel even
worse, but what if he WANTED you to do it? What if he needed you to
hurt him so he could be better? Could you do it?" He said "NO!" I said
"Yes you would, because you love him, and what he needs is more
important to you than your own feelings." He was going to interrupt, so
I said "Let me finish. Do you think parents like to punish their kids?
They do it to help kids learn to be better. It's a parent's job, and
the absolute worst thing they have to make themselves do, because it
hurts them so much to hurt the very people they would give their lives
for. But they have to. Kids depend on that, so they can grow up to be
the best people they can be. Someday, when you grow up, you will do it.
I know you will. You won't like it, but you will. I am more sorry than
I can say, that I hurt my parents so much by doing things which made
them have to spank me. I know how it feels now. It really did hurt them
more than it did me."
"Now you know why I cried when I hurt your brother. He wanted and
needed me to hurt him, so he could be better, and I couldn't let
somebody else do it instead of me. He needed somebody who cared for him
to do it right. I would rather be hurt 10 times more than I hurt him,
if that would make it so I never had to do it, but I made myself do it.
Pain in your feelings hurts much more than pain in your body, and lasts
much longer, too. That doesn't matter, when you have to do what you
have to, for people you love. I love your brother, my good friend. Now
you know why I cried. And why I'm crying now from remembering it." Rod
looked around the room and said "I wanted you all to see a real MAN
here. Davie, this is what a real man looks like. A real man does what
he has to, no matter what it costs him, for people he loves. Real men
help people who need it. Real men are not afraid to cry, for a good
reason. Real men love. Real men are kind, and still can be strong when
they need to be. Stephen is as much a real man as any man I know, of
any age. I can't help loving him for his kindness and bravery. I hope
you all do too."
There was dead silence in the room. I had to break it. I sniffed
loudly and said, "Real or not, this BOY can be embarrassed, and can get
his revenge!" I jumped on him and tickled him all over until he yelled
laughing for mercy. Davie laughed and tickled him too. Then they ganged
up on me. I laughed just like them. Then Davie said "Oh!" We stopped.
He said to me, "What do you have under your shirt?" I said, "Just me,"
and pulled up my shirt to show him my stomach and chest. He said "But
it's so hard!" I said "What is?" He said "Your stomach." I said "Whew,"
and wiped my forehead like I was relieved. The adults laughed. "I said
what of it?" He said "Why is it so hard?" and he slammed the side of
his fist down on my stomach. He was surprised at how much his fist
bounced. I said, "Careful! You could hurt your hand." His parents were
about to be upset he hit me, then they weren't. I said "I exercise.
That can make muscles stronger, and sometimes hard when you want them
to be, like my stomach, so good friends can punch me there, and scare
their parents I might be hurt by it." Davie looked up at them and said
"Sorry." He said to me, "I want to be strong like that." I said "Your
brother can show you the proper exercises to help you be strong." Davie
said "NO! I want YOU to teach me." I said "Thank you, but Rod knows as
much as I know about it, and he's here with you, and I live somewhere
else, and I'll be away at summer camp, too." I thought he was going to
argue, so I tickled him some more. Rod joined in.
We kids went outside to say goodbye to each other. I heard the adults
talking in the living room, about our visit, and me. I was embarrassed
some more about what Rod's parents said about me to father. Too
embarrassed to tell you. I don't think anybody my age can be as good as
they said I was.
I had a lot of fun at Rod's house, except for the embarrassing parts.
I like them a lot. I could learn to love Davie, too. They are great
people. I hope I can visit them some more, and even sleep over. I think
that would be very interesting, and a whole lot of fun. I told father
all that on the way home. We both said, "We will see."
Your friend,
Stephen
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Grant
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