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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #65 "Private Show" +*+*+*+
Date: 8 Nov 2010 17:16:01 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #65
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 #65 "Private Show"
Dear Carlos,
I told the boys in our cabin, "We should put on a private show for
the director. It's the only gift we have to give him, to thank him for
everything special he did for us. He is old, and old people sometimes
have trouble getting boners. We should make him so hot, he will run
home to his wife and make her VERY happy." I had told Tommy and Jeremy
my plans before, and why it would work, so they would agree. I told the
boys, "The director knows all about what boys do, because it's his job,
so he won't tell on us, and besides, he likes me. He thinks I'm
something special. Well, he can't be right about everything." Everybody
laughed.
I told Mr. Insane about my plan, and invited him to be at our cabin
at a half hour before lights out, and to tell our counselors they were
needed someplace else to take over for him while he is here. He came.
We sat him in a chair in front of the door, so he would block people
from coming in by surprise. We were in PJs, but didn't have our tops
on. Chad and I did a fighting arts demonstration, kicking each other on
your stomaches. Then we rubbed each other's stomaches, to make them
better, but we did it in a sexy way. Then we pulled a surprise.
Chad said "We want to thank you for the special arrangement you made
for Stevie, so he wouldn't be embarrassed by how big he is down there."
He pointed at my crotch. Then he pulled down my bottoms, and said "We
thought you should see that the fuss was all about." Mr. Looked like he
was impressed. Chad said "That's nothing. It gets much bigger," and he
grabbed my monster and started stroking it, which woke it up. Mr.
Insane's eyes opened really wide, and he said the usual "Wow!"
Chad said "But wait, there is more!" Then all the boys threw off
their PJ's and showed him their boners. "We thought we would show you
how his compares with other boys', in case you forgot what they're
supposed to look like. We usually have a who's got the biggest contest
every night. Well, we did, until Stevie lost his pants and we saw that
nobody else could win. Now we use him as a goal. Something we work
towards. He isn't in the contests now but just acts like the judge.
He's tired of that, so we thought to ask you to judge." Chad have him
the official ruler, and Mr. Insane made the measurements. He took his
time, and everybody enjoyed it. Then Chad pushed me to the front, so
mine could be measured. That took a long time, because Chad asked him
to do it over and over, so we could be sure. There were no complaints.
Our guest was getting hot. Then something else happened I didn't plan
for.
Just when I thought the show was over, just like I planned it, I
found out the boys had a different idea. They rushed me, and did to me
what they did in their celebration. They had their hands and mouths all
over me, just like before, making me feel terrific. I yelled "This
isn't in the plan!" Chad told Mr. Insane "We thought you should see
what he can REALLY do with what you helped him hide from us." They
stopped when I got ready to squirt, again and again, just like they did
before. Then I erupted like a fiery volcano, high up in the air, over
their heads, down in front of the amazed Mr. Insane.
They helped me to my bed, when I had squirted all I could. Then Chad
rubbed a kleenex on the end of my monster, in what was still dripping
from it, and put it in a bag, and gave it to Mr. Insane, who's hands
were shaking so much he almost couldn't hold onto it. Chad said "Here
is something for you to remember us by, and Stevie too. You can throw
it away if you don't want it, but just in case you might want to keep
it, it's our gift." Then Chad helped the dazed Mr. Insane out the door.
We did a lot more for the director than I planned, but it went very
well. We didn't see him all the next day. Nobody did, except his wife,
and she looked very happy the day after. So did he. I was very happy
for them. We all were. He loves boys very much, but in a way he can't
do anything about. Now he has some great memories he probably thought
he could never have, to keep him company whenever he wants it. I am
VERY happy for him, and VERY glad I could give him this gift.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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