The Adventures of Stevie #69
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 #69 "Pool Fun"
Dear Carlos,
We had our first pool party of the summer. It's like a wet dance. But
not really. We stand in the water and try not to listen to the music we
can't dance to, because the water makes you move too slow. I was with
Debbie, and Chad was with Wanda, and the other boys in the cabin were
with each other. Dan was with his own cabin friends. Debbie and I told
each other about our families. She has 2 older brothers, who are not at
the camp. After I told her about what happened to Jeremy, she said her
next older brother is gay. I asked her how she feels about that.
Debbie said "At first I thought it was bad, and he was bad. I
understand more now. If anything is bad about it, it isn't his
feelings. Nobody can change their feelings. If doing things he wants to
do with other boys is bad, I don't see why it's anybody else's
business, or why it's bad if nobody gets hurt or forced." I said "I
agree, because there is some more to it you might not know. Almost
EVERY boy does sexual play with other boys, before most of them get
interested in girls, because it's fun and feels good. I think it's when
they start wanting to be manly, they are embarrassed about what they
did, or wanted to do, when they were younger, and so start disliking
what they did and the boys who still want to do it. Then they look for
excuses for their bad feelings, such as what's in parts of the Bible,
which makes it worse. Then they accuse gays of trying to make their
kids into being gay, which is impossible because people are born that
way. Part of why some people hate gays is because they hate their own
gay feelings they are trying to deny inside their minds. There is one
other reason, I think. A lot of people need somebody to pick on, to
make themselves feel superior. What do you think about all this?"
Debbie said "I think you're very smart, which is why I like you so
much. You said it very well." I said "Thank you." She said "Do you mean
you do sex things with boys?" I said "Yes, even though I'm not gay,
because I'm VERY interested in girls, and one very much in particular."
I hugged her closer. She said "Have you ever thought about having sex
with girls?" I said "Absolutely, practically all the time, and it's
always you I think about, but we can't do it." She kissed me, and said
"Why not?" I said "We are too young. It wouldn't be right for us to do
so serious a thing. It's not like boy play, which is mostly wrestling
and contests. And there is a problem I have that's physical. Do you
want me to tell you what it is? I might have to use some words which
are not too polite." She nodded. I said "You know the part of the boy
that gets hard when he thinks about girls?" She nodded. I said "You
know where it goes when boys have sex with girls?" She nodded. I said
"Well, this is embarrassing, but mine is so big it wouldn't fit any
girl my age, and maybe not most adult woman, in any place they would
want me to put it. Just trying, would hurt them badly. I care for you
way to much to ever want to hurt you even a little bit."
She said "That big? Really, how big is it?" I held up my hands far
apart. She said "No! Really?" I said "Are you saying that so you can
get me to show you?" She got a little pink in the face. I said, "You
can, if you want to go under the water to look, if you pull down my
swim suit and hold it. Then you will see what size it gets." She said
"Won't somebody see?" I said "Yes, you. If you mean somebody else? Not
anybody who shouldn't. My friends won't let that happen." She said
"They won't?" I said "Look around us. Wanda has eyes only for Chad, and
I'm happy for them both. The other boys who are around us, who don't
have girlfriends, are from my cabin. They are watching, all right, but
for other people who might disturb us, like what happened last year.
They want me and Chad, and our girlfriends, to have a good time. So,
you can go ahead and do what you want, but YOU have to do it, so if
somebody asks, I can say truthfully I didn't do anything, that you
looked on your own. That will show I didn't force you to look, so we
don't get in trouble."
She went under, and pulled down my swim suit, and grabbed my monster.
She kissed it too. It really woke up! Debbie stayed down so long I was
afraid for her, and so I pulled her up. I said "Hey, that's not worth
drowning for!" She giggled and said "That's what YOU think. You're not
a girl." I said "Oh, you noticed." She stroked my monster. I said
"Oooooo!" She said "There! I proved you're a boy." I said "You better
stop, or something is going to shoot out of it which I can't stop." She
said "Will it feel bad?" I said "No, it would feel great, but you
should stop. It's not right." She said "You're not stopping me." I said
"I can't help it, it feels so good." She said with a grin, "I thought
so," and kept stroking. I said "But I should be making you feel good
too, at the same time. It's not fair I get all the fun." She fixed that
by putting my hand on her chest, with the clear invitation I should put
my hand down the top of her swim suit. I didn't waste any time doing
it. Her breasts were silky smooth, and her nipples were hard. I rubbed
my hand gently over them, and she moaned and pushed her breast into my
hand. I squeezed it gently. Then I squirted. About 5 times. The stream
came up out of the water a little. Debbie noticed it. She shook herself
and moaned some more.
It was all over. It didn't last long. We both had orgasms. I didn't
think girls could have one without being touched down there, but then I
remembered from the books they can have one just by reading some hot
poetry. It was my first time with a girl, and she said it was her first
time with a boy. It wasn't REALLY sex, but it sure wasn't bad! We
discussed it. I said I was sorry I didn't get to help her lower down.
She said I shouldn't worry about that. There is always later. I said
"Are you going to tell anybody?" She said "Can I?" I said "If you tell
your friends about how big I am, that will be really embarrassing, and
make me too popular for the wrong reasons, but anything else, I don't
mind, if you think it won't get to the wrong people and get us in
trouble, like with gossip. I know my friends won't tell. We protect
each other. I don't know how it is with your friends, and your
reputation is more important than mine." She said "I don't know. I'll
think about it." I said "I think you're wonderful whatever you do." I
kissed her, until I felt a poke in the back which warned me to stop. A
counselor was coming, which I thanked Bone for the warning about.
Winston, The Lookout, had passed the word.
My monster slowly went to sleep, in time enough for me to stuff it
back in my swim suit, so we could get out of the pool when the party
was over. I kissed Debbie goodbye, and Wanda kissed Chad goodbye, and
we went to our cabins. We told each other what we did, after we got
into bed together. Chad dripped tears of happiness for me, while I
kissed him and stroked his back. He said he didn't do anything with
Wanda. I said "Don't worry about it. I didn't do anything like I did
today, with Debbie last year, either, when I was your age. We were too
young. Give it time, if you want to do it. Remember, you still have all
of us to keep you warm." He said "And fed? Anything left?" I said "For
YOU, always, if that's what you want. But first, we will see what YOU
have available," and I grabbed his monster and played with his nuts,
while I was kissing him hard. He wasn't in any condition to talk about
things for a while. Not that I minded. He needed me. I gave him me.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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