The Adventures of Stevie #64
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 some things 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 #64 "Shell Game"
Dear Carlos,
Some interesting things happened when we hiked along the beach, and
after. This time we wore swim suits, so we could cool off in the water
when we needed to, and t-shirts, so we wouldn't get too burnt in the
sun. I held hands with Debbie, and Chad held hands with Wanda. This was
the first time Debbie saw me in the daytime out of the water in my
speedos. That kind of swim suit doesn't hide anything. I didn't care.
The boys already knew what I had in it, and not just from looking. I
thought Debbie would like to look at where my monster was, but she
looked at my butt more. Girls really are different.
Sometimes I would kiss Debbie quickly, when I thought no counselor
was watching, and sometimes it was Debbie who kissed me. When we did it
I felt some strange tingling all over me, and my heart beat faster. I
told Debbie about it, and she said she felt the same thing. I saw Wanda
kiss Chad a few times, but Chad was too shy to kiss her first. When I
saw it, I winked at them. That got me a smile from Wanda, and an
embarrassed look from Chad. I laughed, and told Debbie. She smiled and
said I should leave them alone, and poked me in the side. She can poke
me anytime! I hugged her.
I saw a big beautiful shell in the water, and went to get it. I
showed it to Chad and Wanda, and to Bone and Mac, too, but hid it from
Debbie. I told her it would be a surprise. I put it in the waistband of
my speedos and pulled my shirt over it to hide it. Some older boys ran
by us right after that. One of them picked me up and threw me in the
water. He was just playing, but I lost my new shell. I was really
upset. I was going to make that my very first gift to Debbie. Bone ran
to get a counselor, and dragged him to me. I told him what happened.
The other people who saw the shell when I had it, told him how big and
beautiful it was. They pointed to the boy who threw me in the water. I
was still upset. That was a great shell which got away. The counselor
discussed what should be done, with 2 other counselors. They made the
boy stay and look for the shell. He didn't find it.
We finished the hike, and came back the same way this time. Sometimes
we get buses back. The boy was still there looking for my shell. When
we got back to the camp, the girls had to go to their part of the camp.
We kissed our goodbyes. Then I found out somebody told the director
about my lost shell. He came and asked me about it, and I told him. So
did the other boys who saw it. Mr. Insane said "That would make a great
addition to our camp shell collection." There was a display of them in
the main building. I said "But I was going to give it to Debbie. You
know, the girl I danced with. It was a beautiful shell, but not nearly
as beautiful as she is. It was going to be my first gift to my first
ever girlfriend, and now I can't give it to her." I couldn't help
crying. He said "I see," and put his hand on my shoulder. There was
love in it. I hugged him. I think he really felt bad for me.
When we were back in our cabins, all the boys hugged me. They knew
how sad I was. Bone was angry and wanted to beat up that boy. He
probably could have. I asked him not to. Chad and Mac cried for me.
Mike looked sick. I signaled Winston to take care of him, which he did.
The boys tried to cheer me up, but I wasn't in the mood. Our table at
supper was unusually quiet. I saw Mr. Insane noticed it.
They made the boy look for the shell all his free time, for days.
Then he came to our cabin before bedtime and showed me his big shell
collection. He said I could have all of them, if I would tell the
director that was a good substitute for what he made me lose, so he
could have his free time back. I should have agreed to that, because he
didn't mean anything bad by tossing me in the water, but I didn't. Then
he really surprised me.
The shell losing boy said in a low voice "How about this. I will suck
your dick every night for a week, if you take my shells and call it
even." I said "What!?!?" I couldn't believe it. This tall manly boy of
15, who had lots of girlfriends, wanted to do THAT to me? He said "You
heard me, I'll suck you off if you agree." I couldn't help it. I burst
out laughing. So hard, I fell off my bed and rolled around on the
floor. Here I was, with a room-full of boys who would very gladly
swallow my monster whole if they could, if I just hinted I was in the
mood for it, and HE thought his offer was something special.
My cabin mates thought it was funny too, when I told them. Chad had a
great big grin practically splitting his face, and Mike yelled
"Forsooth!" I told the boy, who was pink in the face and waiting not so
patiently for me to stop laughing enough to say something, "You want to
do homo things with me, so I can give a present to my GIRLFRIEND?" I
couldn't help laughing again. The boy was getting really red in the
face. I said, looking serious, "Thank you, but that kind of thing
should come from friendship and love, not to pay a debt. That makes a
beautiful thing ugly. Tell the director I forgive you, and he should
stop making you look for it. You shouldn't be punished anymore for just
playing with me." Then I hugged him. His monster poked me. I put my
hand between us and stroked it a little, and said "Maybe we can be
friends some time." He left, looking very confused. And hot, too.
Jeremy came out from behind his partition, where he had been
listening, and said "That was well done, after a rocky start. I'm proud
of you. I wish Tommy had seen it." His big smile said much more. I was
embarrassed, which Chad noticed, so he hugged me and then tickled me.
Then the other boys rushed us. Bone got to me first. We all tickled
each other. You KNOW it didn't stop there.
Later, in bed with Chad, he said "The more I know you, the more I
almost bust with pride you are my friend, and the more I love you,
after I always think it can't be possible to love somebody more." I
said "Thank you," and made it more real with a kiss. I said "I know
what you mean. I feel the same way about you, and Jeremy, and almost
everybody I love." He said "It must be contagious." I said "I'm glad I
caught it, and I hope they never find a cure." We discussed it some
more, but not with words.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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