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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #77 "With Davie and Rod" +*+*+*+
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The Adventures of Stevie #77
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 3 of his special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #77 "With Davie and Rod"
Dear Carlos,
I stayed over the weekend at Rod's house. Zack drove me. When we got
to the driveway, Davie ran out and yanked the door open on my side and
tried to drag me out. I yelled "Hey, I need my arms to be the same
length." His mother was at the door and yelled "Davie, let him get out
of the car by himself, before you yank his arm off." I said, "And don't
yank it off after, either. I would like to keep using it." He laughed.
Not that it would take much for that to happen. Rod came out and tried
to pull his brother off of me, making us all fall in a heap on the
driveway. We scrambled away, so Zack could leave. It's good he can
drive and laugh at the same time.
I asked to use the bathroom to clean off what the driveway did to me.
The boys followed me. Davie was still jumping up and down. I said very
loudly and firmly, at the door to the bathroom, "DAVIE! Please be
still. I have something very serious and important to tell you. Please
listen, or I will have to call Zack to come pick me up and take me
home." It worked like magic. He was like a statue, but with no pigeons
on him. "Listen carefully. I don't want to die here. Yes, I mean like
being dead. I almost died in a bathroom before. If it hadn't been for
my fighting training, I would really be dead. Instead, I just had a
crack in my skull, and not bashed it in. Bathrooms are VERY dangerous
places. They are full of very hard things and can get pretty slippery.
I slipped on something and banged my head on the corner of a sink. I
had to go to the hospital and stay there for some days, and my head
really hurt for a long time. All this means I have a big safety rule
for where I am. NO playing in the bathroom. NO touching anybody,
specially by surprise. I don't want to get hurt again, and I don't want
to die. Most importantly, I don't want either of YOU to get hurt or
die. Do you understand how serious this is?" Davie nodded violently. I
said "I take it that rattling your brain that way means YES?" He said
"Yes, Stevie." I said "Good. I don't mind company in the bathroom, with
people I love, just be VERY careful." They followed me in, and we all
washed up. Quietly.
We all went into the living room. Their father was looking at a
smiled and said. "Thanks." He said "No, thank YOU." Rod's grin almost
broke his face. Davie was moving his head back and forth, trying to
figure out what was going on. I smiled at everyone and said to Davie,
"Don't worry about it," and I hugged him with some extra love. He hung
onto me for a while, not saying anything, while we kids were sitting
and lying on the soft carpet in a pile of arms and legs. Their father
is a brain surgeon and their mother is an anesthesiologist, at a
government hospital. We talked about that. Rod wanted me to tell them
about the rescue. I said "Why? You were there, and you heard the tape,
and you heard what happened before. Didn't you tell them already?" Rod
said "Not yet, I was waiting for you to do it." I said "I don't know if
I'm allowed to, and we don't have the tape here. I can't tell them
what's on the tape. I don't want to remember that." He could tell I was
almost ready to cry. I whispered, which was all I could do then, "They
REALLY hurt him." I scrunched down and covered my head. Davie hugged me
tight and said very tensely, "ROD!"
Rod hugged me too, and he was crying. He said "I'm very sorry
Stephen. I wanted them to know what a hero you are, so much, I didn't
think about what it would do to you. I'm SO sorry. Really I am. I was
stupid." I said from underneath them, "I can't argue with that,
probably as much as I can't do much breathing under the both of you."
They let me up real fast. I wiped Rod's face, and said "That's one
thing I miss being a nudist at home, sleeves." They laughed. I said.
"I'm not a hero. I just do what I want to do, the best way I can. Some
of that is in some not so fun situations. I just make myself not think
about that, when I do what I have to do. I don't think that makes
anybody a hero. I have to admit I did help save somebody's life, but
that's nothing compared to what your parents do EVERY DAY, making their
patients better. They must have saved hundreds of lives. They are the
real heros. You are VERY lucky to have the parents you do." Rod said
"Yes, we are." I said "And they can cook pretty well, too." They
laughed. On the way to the dining room, I whispered to Davie "Thanks
for your support." He kissed my cheek. I was surprised. I raised an
eyebrow at Rod, who saw it, who said "It's okay, we do that here now,
after I told them how your whole foster family does it all the time. I
never thought I ever would be kissing my father, or letting him, or any
man, kiss me. But we tried it, and we like it." His father heard and
nodded. I said "I'm contagious?" They all said "yes" together. We
laughed. If laughing were an exercise, we would all have big muscles in
that house.
After supper, we talked some more. Then the boys dragged me to their
room to play games, which somehow always ended up with a lot of
tickling. The games would have been boring, but for how lively Davie
was. The tickling was fun, too. So was the monster grabbing they both
had to do to me. I did some in return, with no objections. Then it came
time for bed. That's when I discovered I had left my suitcase of
clothes and things in the car. We went out to tell their parents. I
said "Thanks to Davie, all my things I brought here, went back home
with Zack." Then I grabbed Davie's shoulders and shook him a little. He
grinned. I said "I don't have any PJs." Davie said "You could sleep in
mine." I said "I don't think there is room enough for the both of us in
them," and tickled him. Rod said, "That's alright, you can sleep in
your underwear. Nobody will mind." I said, "I would mind. Not enough
room for expansion." His father raised an eyebrow, and Rod held up his
hands far apart to him. Davie said "Really that big? I want to see it!"
I said, "Sorry, it's not ready right now. Maybe later." I raised an
eyebrow at his father, who nodded okay. I signaled Rod to take his
brother and leave me with his parents. I asked to talk to them.
I said "I understand Chad did an overnight here. He is VERY
affectionate. Is there anything you would like to tell me, before we go
to bed?" Their father nodded and said, "Thank you, yes. We know what
they did. While I'm not saying we approve, we don't object. We don't
have all that much choice, except banning all sleep overs, which would
not be the best thing for them. Nor would it stop it. I don't think you
have a choice with them, either, without hurting their feelings." I
said "I do have some choice. I can put them to sleep, in a way which
won't hurt them at all. Rod knows I can. He saw me do it to the boy we
rescued, who was hurt. But, they would know it after they woke up, and
feel bad, very bad, if I did that to them against their will. So, I
agree. Anyway, I think of it as harmless fun. My girlfriend knows I do
it, so I have no reason not to, except for what you want in your home.
Logic rules geniuses, more than social conventions do." He nodded and
said, "We trust you, and Rod. Have fun." We did.
I went into the bedroom. I signaled to Rod we had permission. He
smiled and kissed me on the mouth, and hugged me close. Davie's eyes
went wide and his mouth fell open. I waved hello to him, and motioned
him over. I switched from Rod to him. He cooperated very
enthusiastically. Rod was still smiling. He started to undress me.
Davie helped. My shirt came off first. My shoes were already off from
when I first went inside their home. They undid and pulled down my
pants, and saw my briefs were much too tight to hold me comfortably.
Then they came down too, and my monster sprang to full attention. Davie
said "Wow!" I said "I think I've heard that before." Rod laughed. Davie
grabbed it and moved his hands all over it, which felt really good. He
smiled when I told him that. I said "Aren't you forgetting something?"
I saw he didn't know what I meant, so I pulled at his shirt. He got the
message, and they both quickly undressed, and released their awake
monsters, which I grabbed and gave them some fun.
The bedroom carpet was soft and smooth. That was good, because I
think all my body came in contact with all of it, while we 3 were
rolling all over the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, jumping
monsters and stroking hands, and kissing lips. This went on for a
while, going faster and faster. Then we all squirted at almost the same
time, 3 streams, 2 clear and one milky white, all over each other. Then
we caught our breath and cleaned up. Then we did it all over again, but
this time much slower. It was different, but just as good. Davie
squirted first, then Rod. I held on to be last, and really hosed them
down. We rested and cleaned up again. Then Rod put some pillows on the
floor, and we slept there naked in the middle of the room, under the
blanket, all together. We didn't know or care who's arm or leg belonged
to who. We were all one.
Later, I heard their parents come to the still open door, and I woke
up to give them a thumb's up. They waved to me, and let me see them hug
and kiss each other. I gave them a big smile, which they could see from
the light coming in from the hall. What a terrific family. I love them
all.
I will tell you what happened the next day, later.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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