The Adventures of Stevie #61
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, in year 2 of summer camp.
Special note. In story #1, which Winston wrote about somethings in year
2 of summer camp, he didn't write all he could have, and wrote some
things differently, so he wouldn't get in trouble. Stevie writes
honestly.
The Adventures of Stevie #61 "Not In the Cards"
Dear Carlos,
We have the same activities as we had last year, but this time there
are two counselors who can teach fencing. I tried it with them. I'm not
doing it again. They are not good, and I don't want the other campers
to see that. I made up the beds we are not using. It was funny when I
was doing it because I kept getting interrupted by the other boys
coming by and hugging and thanking me, one after the other. I think
Chad set that up, because he was the first to do it, but I'm not
complaining. Now I'm scared what they might do when they find out that
it was me who asked for the special buddy arrangements. Will I live
through it? Ha ha.
George and Harry still play goose poker with each other, and anybody
else they can get to play with them. I decided to try it one night
before bed. I was too afraid to lose, so I didn't. The next evening I
asked George to show me how to goose in private, in the bathroom. He
did it too hard. I screeched, and my jump away problem took over, and I
ran out of there, and hid under the covers of my bed, holding my
hurting awake monster. I told Chad about it, and he was very nice to my
monster all night. It did feel better by morning. REALLY better. I
tried to lose in goose poker some more on different nights, and
couldn't.
I decided to try a different game which works by chance. War. You
have one deck in between two players. You draw a card and put it down
on your side. Then the other player draws a card, if his card is
higher, he puts it on your pile. This keeps going back and forth until
you get tired of it. The player with the least amount of cards wins.
There are different ways to play it, but that's how we played it. Not
exactly. I knew who's card was going to be higher, and said so before
we drew. I don't know why I said it, or how I knew. George asked me how
I knew, and I said I didn't know. Then I stared saying what the card
would be exactly, not just if would win, as soon as I touched the back
of the card. I was getting afraid. I didn't know how or why I was doing
it, or what I would do next. George was amazed, and called over some of
the other kids to see. I quit the game. I'm not going to play cards
again, until I can ask Shan about it.
There is a different way to play with cards, which Tut taught us. You
throw them against a wall from 5 or 10 feet away, and whoever comes the
closest wins. He said he usually plays for money, but we don't at camp.
I am the best player because I usually throw the card so it leans
against the wall. Chad is second best, and Bone is third best, after I
coached him some. He thanked me with a hug and a KISS! I would like to
coach him some more, but he's not going to beat me or Chad. We have too
much fighting training, which helps a lot with card throwing. I really
want to find something else to coach Bone for. Do you have any ideas?
I am very busy in the morning, before changing out of PJs, because I
help the other boys make their beds as soon as they get up. The way
they thank me for that is VERY nice, but it makes it really hard to
concentrate on doing a good job. When I bend over, they stand behind me
and reach under and play with my nuts. I love it, but it's very hard to
keep from getting hard, and letting them find out my monster is a
killer. Chad knows my problem, and laughs. He makes up for it at night.
I try to thank him in turn, but I think he does it better. It's very
nice we can sleep together, even though not much of that is actual
sleep. He's a very good kisser, but I'm not sure I want that so much
after I squirt in his mouth. With all he does for me, and with all my
love for him, I can't say no. I wonder how things will change when Chad
starts to squirt.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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