The Adventures of Stevie #71
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 #71 "Horse of a Different Dolor"
Dear Carlos,
I will make you happy. I rode a horse. Happy now? I think you can
guess it didn't kill me. If you want to know did I like it, I would say
sometimes it's alright, and sometimes it's not. Like, it's not alright
when I fall off. It's not alright when I get sick from the way it
moves, and throw up on the horse, like it was a seahorse and I was
seasick. It's not alright when the insides of my legs don't have any
skin on them anymore, and they bleed. It's not alright when my but
hurts when the horse goes up and down when I'm going down and up. It's
not alright with my monster and nuts when the horse stops suddenly, and
the pommel wants to get way too friendly with my tenderest parts. Do
you want to know what I think is alright about riding a horse? I will
let you know when I find out.
I can see why they would call it a canter when you can't ride a girl
horse, but when you can't ride a boy horse, shouldn't it be called a
cant-him? And what's a trot, anyway? There is a big problem with the
gallop. The gal or guy horse doesn't just go up, it goes down too, and
up, and down, all the time, and you have to do it too, the same way, at
the same time. I don't. I was riding a boy horse, but he isn't as much
of a boy as he used to be. I wonder what he thinks about what they did
to him. If horses have voices which change when they grow up, like mine
will, is he mad his voice didn't? I wonder what he thinks about girl
horses now. Maybe he's gay. I asked him, but he just looked at me
funny.
Dan said I ride like a sack of potatoes. I asked "How does a sack of
potatoes hold on?" He just smiled. He can, because he's not the one who
has to learn how to ride a horse to rescue HIM. He really is a good
teacher, but I'm not a good student for this way of traveling. I think
the horse laughs at me. The other horses too. Too bad I can't ride a
dog. They are a lot nicer.
I had to go to the nurse to get lotion put on the inside of my
thighs. I got naked. The nurse was shocked at the size of my monster. I
said "You can get a lot out of riding a horse. Don't worry, I'll give
it back to the horse later." She burst out howling with laughter. I
mean really howling. Like a lovesick wolf. Not that I ever met even a
regular wolf. I wasn't really trying to be funny. I was just annoyed
and in pain, and wasn't watching my mouth. I figured now that I did it,
I might as well finish it off. I waited till she was able to hear me,
and said "It's alright, he won't miss it, he's a gelding." There she
went again, howling like a wolf. The director heard, all the way in his
office on the other side of the building, and came and asked what the
problem was. The nurse was laughing so hard she couldn't tell him, so I
did. And then there were TWO howling wolves assaulting my ears. That
was a duet you do NOT want to want to hear close up. Not far way,
either.
I was NOT in a good mood the rest of the day. Actually, I was
miserable. Everybody knew it, too. I didn't even want to do any boy
play. It still hurt, but that wasn't the only reason. I knew I was
going to make it worse the next day, and the next, until I got it
right. That was the problem. I tried to keep from crying, but a few
tears did leak out a few times. Dan tried to cheer me up, but it was
HIS fault I was hurting. I pushed him away. I couldn't help it. Chad
told me Dan was feeling very bad for me. I knew it was my fault, and he
didn't deserve it. I motioned for him to sit next to where I was lying
down. I did NOT want to sit then. Maybe never. I thought if I told him
and Chad what happened with the nurse, they might feel better. It
worked. Too well. More howling wolves I had to hear. But I did like
they weren't so sad for me anymore.
They wanted to make me squirt to feel better, but I told them I
didn't want to move at all. Dan said he had an idea which would take
care of that, and I should close my eyes, and keep them closed. I did.
I was almost asleep when I felt somebody pick up my sleeping monster.
It woke up. Then I felt something slippery go on it. I thought it was
the vegetable oil Tommy got for us from the kitchen. Then something
covered my whole monster and squeezed it gently, and moved slowly up
and down it. It felt terrific! Dan said "Just relax, and let us do all
the work." I did, but not all of me was relaxed. You could ask my
monster, but it doesn't write very well. I felt hands across my
shoulders, and lips on my cheeks. I felt my arms being moved so my
hands could hold awake monsters. My monster was still being treated to
some great feelings. All this was making me very hot, but in a
strangely relaxed way. Dan said I could open my eyes and look. I did.
What I saw and felt made me squirt almost to the ceiling, again and
again. It was very strange to do that when I wasn't all tensed up, but
the feeling was just as great as ever.
I bet you REALLY want me to tell you what I saw when I opened my
eyes. I'm not mean, so I will. Chad and Mac were lying on either side
of me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks, and had their boners in my
hands. The other boys except Bone and Dan, were standing in pairs where
I could see them kissing and grabbing each others' boners and nuts.
Bone and Dan had the biggest hands of all of us, and had 3 of them
wrapped around my monster and were moving them up and own on it with
the oil, and the last hand was just grabbing my nuts. When I saw and
felt all that, I had to squirt. I think I would like to have all that
happen again. Often. Any time they want to.
I whispered "I love you all." It was all I could do for a while. Then
I said it loud enough form them to hear. I cried from happiness. Then
they cleaned me up and got ready for bed. Just before lights out, they
all came to me at my bed where I was still flat on my back, one at a
time, and kissed me and said "I love you." I think they really meant
it. Chad was the last one. I said "I hope you sleep with Dan tonight. I
think it would help him." He nodded. Good.
Sometimes I wonder how I could ever have been so lucky to have so
many good loving friends. I know I don't deserve it, but I'm not going
to jinx it by telling them that.
By the way, what they did, really did help the pain be not so bad. I
could sleep well, and so I did.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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