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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Date: 24 Nov 2010 19:10:08 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #72
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 #72 "Training Dan"
Dear Carlos,
I am still learning how to ride a horse, but now I'm up to the level
of an experienced sack of potatoes. The insides of my thighs don't hurt
as much now, but my butt still does, dispute what Dan does to it. He
massages it every night. For a long time. I don't think it helps very
much, but his jumping monster shows how much he likes doing it, so I
let him. The other boys like to watch, too. Well, what Dan does MIGHT
help it get better. I like it much more when I tell him what the pommel
does to me, and he massages my nuts. I think he suspects I only tell
him that because what he does for it feels so good. We don't care.
We still do the other usual activities in the camp, such as baseball,
beach and ocean things, movies, dances, arts and crafts, and bonfires,
but they don't seem all that important now, with us getting ready to do
a life or death mission soon. Debbie is a little upset with me for not
paying attention to her enough. She is right, and I will try to make it
up to her.
I wanted to get Dan ready for the mission, physically and mentally,
so I thought it might help to get him involved in a combat sport. He
didn't know anything like that, so I'm teaching him fencing, because it
requires the least amount of physical conditioning for beginners, and
it's hard to get hurt with practicing it with protective equipment on.
Dan is better than I expected. He is a very fast learner, and he's a
natural for fencing, thin, strong, and fast. He has courage too. He
learned not to blink at thrusts to his mask, which is very hard for
beginners to learn. I'm very proud of him. I don't tell him that too
often in practice, because when I do that, he tries to hug and kiss me.
That's a little awkward with foils in our hands, and masks on, which he
forgets then.
I asked Chad to teach Dan some gymnastic things. That didn't go very
well. Dan crumbled, more than he tumbled. He doesn't have the right
body type to make it easier for him. We decided to just concentrate on
teaching him how to fall. Everybody should learn that, and he might
need something like it in his escape. I showed Dan how to get out of
holds, so if somebody grabs his arm, or other parts of him, he would
know how to escape without getting hurt. We found out he is good at
that. I was relieved. He could escape capture better, if something goes
wrong with the mission. I didn't tell him, but I think Dan knows why we
are teaching him all this, and he appreciates it, and tries to show it
at night the best he can, which is awfully nice. He doesn't have to,
but we sure aren't going to tell him to stop doing something he is VERY
good at, and enjoys so much. It's not like we don't enjoy it too. A
LOT.
There is one thing I don't like about Dan. He still doesn't have a
special friend his age. I think it hurts him when he sees us all pair
up, and he's left alone, like at the bonfires. I have Debbie, and Chad
has Wanda, and the other boys have their steady partners, and Dan has
nobody to cuddle with. It hurts me to see that, and that I don't know
how to help him. I try to make it up for him at night, but I know
that's not enough. It feels good for the both of us, and whoever else
he is with, but it doesn't completely fill the hole in his heart. I'm
afraid to discuss it with him, because I think it might make it worse.
Leaving his family is bad enough already. He doesn't need to be
reminded of something else he is missing.
I was sitting under a blanket with Debbie at a bonfire. We had just
finished making each other have orgasms. It was funny she had to put
her hand over her mouth to keep from making loud noises when she was
about to finish, with three of my fingers wiggling inside her. After we
calmed down, I said "Debbie, somebody I know, a good friend, has a
problem. I wonder if you might have any ideas which might help him. He
is 15 and very hansom, and he needs a special friend to make him not so
lonely, and he is VERY lonely. He needs a boy his age, not a girl. You
know what I mean. You girls might be able to tell better than us boys,
who might be gay, by how they look at girls, or don't look at them.
What do you think?" Debbie said "I will have to think about it, but you
could be right. I will ask some of my friends." I said "Thanks." She
said "That's one of the things I like about you so much. How you care
about other people." She kissed me before I could say anything about
that. We fenced with our tongues, while the fire in the night
encouraged us to share our love.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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