The Adventures of Stevie #82
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 #82 "Dan Is Well"
Dear Carlos,
Father came to the school and asked for a private conference with me.
We went to my special room, and DAN WAS THERE! We ran to each other so
fast we actually bounced when we met in the middle of the room. We
hugged and kissed and cried together. Father was not unhappy, too. He
said he had to go speak to Dr. Knot, and I could bring the other team
members and other students in when I wanted too.
I examined Dan's face. I ran my fingers all over it, and then did it
with my lips, still crying. He didn't mind. He looked nice, but
different. I would still recognize him by lots of other things, but
maybe his old family might not. He was pressed against me, and his
monster was very much awake. Jumping, in fact. I guess he wasn't able
to take care of it in the hospital. He couldn't go meet the other
students like that. It would be embarrassing for him. I said "I want to
bring the other teem members here to meet you, before the other
students. It's only fair, and for another reason. We need to take care
of this." And I grabbed his monster. He jumped and pushed it against
me, like he couldn't help it. He said "I would really like it to be you
alone first, but I know what you mean by fair. I love them too." I said
"We can't leave Jan out of it. The team all ganged up on me here when
we got back to school, and made me their leader officially, and then
made me squirt, including Jan. She was like one of the boys. She has a
boyfriend and she knows you are gay. She knows we do it for fun. We ALL
have a connection. Is it okay to invite her?" He said "Yes, but it will
be very strange. I've never been naked in front of a girl. Not even my
mother, that I remember, but you're right. We can't leave her out. With
what I'm sprouting, I don't expect it to mind ANYTHING." We laughed.
I hated to leave him alone so soon, but I went and got the others.
Rod, Chad, and Jan came with me back to the room. I didn't tell them
why, but insisted. I pushed them inside. They made all kinds of happy
noises, and piled on Dan. It didn't take them long to notice Dan's
boner. I said "Hey team! Dan has been away from his LOVING friends for
a long time. He needs some help to get over that, which you can see.
How about another rescue?" They got the message in a second. They
stripped him bare. I stood by and watched. About 2 minutes later they
made him squirt. It was a good one, high and far. Jan tasted it and
said, "Good vintage." We all laughed. Rod said to me "But what about
you, Stephen? Your boner is about to rip your pants apart." I said
"Don't worry about me. Dan is going to live with me. I will get him all
to myself very soon. I wanted all of YOU to be with him first. It's
only fair."
Rod said "That's our leader, always thinking of us first." I said
with a grin, "Not always." They laughed. Dan gathered them all with his
eyes and nodded them in my direction. I knew what was coming and tried
to run. But not very fast. Like just one step toward the door. Does
slow motion count? They were all over me. They encouraged Dan to do the
most important part, and I squirted all over him. He didn't mind it at
all. I love these people. I really do.
We cleaned up and dressed. Then we all ran down the hall announcing
"Our rescue boy is here! Dan is here!" Really, we were screaming and
yelling. The other students hugged and congratulated him on his
recovery. Some of them even said they wished they could live with me
too. That was interesting. I said "I'm surprised you like Dan so much.
You don't even know him." Some of the other students said "We heard his
tape. We have to admire his courage. We like him because YOU do. You
always pick the best." I dripped a few tears at that, and got lots of
hugs in return. We didn't do any studying the rest of the afternoon.
Father drove us to our foster home. Dan and I sat in the back seat
together, holding hands. We talked about a lot of things. I told him
about what I did at the church. He said "That's Stephen, my hero! The
hero to all kids who need rescuing." I poked him. Maybe a little too
hard. He said "Ouch. But it's TRUE. Ouch!" I said "I'm not a hero! I
just do what I want and think I should do. That's ALL." He said "Sure.
Right. Definitely. Absolutely. NOT!" Father had to tell us not to
wrestle in the car. Dan told me about his time in the hospital. I said
"I will tell you about what happened to me when I was in the hospital,
really should give that more exercise, or you are going to ruin a lot
of zippers." Dan grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me. Father almost
choked trying not to laugh, and made the car swerve a little. I said
"Hey up there, no wrestling in the car! I think you will feel a lot
better if you don't try so hard to keep from laughing." Father said
"I'll try to remember that."
Dan and I got out of the car and went in, and father drove away. The
family were already dressed, because we were going out right after
supper to buy Dan everything he needed for proper living, because all
he had were the clothes he was wearing, and a toothbrush. We ate and
did that. We went to Sears. Dan was tall enough for the mens mens
department, but we got his briefs at the boys department first, because
he is so thin. Most of him. Some of the time. They wouldn't let him try
them on, so we just went by waist size. I think the clerk was gay. He
kept stealing glances at Dan's boner. Dan noticed. We both grinned when
the clerk wasn't looking. We paid for them, and Dan put on one in the
dressing room in the mens department. He didn't have any on before, and
we thought it would make his boner less noticeable. I think it made it
different, but not completely hidden, because it kept trying to grow up
over his belt and look around. Dan was having too good of a time to
care.
We had a different interesting thing happen in the mens department.
Dan was used to plain dull used up clothes which didn't fit well. He
went wild choosing all kinds of colors and styles, and Marsha and
Brandy argued with each other, helping him pick things, which made it
worse. It got to be too much for Zack, when Dan came out of the
dressing room looking like a really strange rainbow. He whispered to
Dan, "I think you should try to be a little more conservative. They way
you are dressed now, EVERYBODY will be absolutely sure you are gay, AND
a prostitute." Dan's face turned a pretty shade of pink, which came
close to matching his shirt. Dan saw me looking. I was 10 feet away,
but I heard his almost silent whisper to me, "You heard?" He knew about
my special hearing. I nodded and grinned. He turned a darker red, but
grinned back at me. He is so smart and courageous!
We finished buying everything for this trip, and went to have some
ice cream down the street. I was thinking about what Jeremy did to me
with the ice cream, and my monster really woke up. Dan noticed it and
raised an eyebrow. I whispered to him, "I'll tell you later." I
wondered what he was thinking, but his monster told me by its jumping
that it already guessed.
We went home and brought everything into our bedroom. The girls
wanted to help us unpack, but Glena told them to leave us alone, it was
our job. We closed the door, and really did unpack. It was fun for Dan,
who never had so many nice things before. When we finished, we sat on
separate beds. Dan said "Well, what do we do now?" I had already told
him about the house rules, so we didn't need to talk about that. I said
"Well, it's close to bed time, so we should probably get ready for
that, but we can stay up late if you want to, because there is no
school tomorrow for me." Because this was Friday night, and Dan wasn't
going to start regular school until he was caught up with the proper
grade for his age. They didn't teach him much useful stuff where he was
before. Zach and Glena are going to tutor him. Dan said "How do we
decide who sleeps where? Which bed is mine, and which is yours?" I said
"This one I'm on is mine, unless you want to switch, and the one you
are on, is yours, and when you want, OURS. He said "That sounds like it
could work." We were both trying to play the game of sexual stare-down.
It was frustrating, but fun. I took advantage of him being gay, and
leaned back so he could better stare at my bulging pants. He couldn't
keep from looking. I acted like I didn't notice. He tried to change the
subject by asking about the ice cream boner. That was a BIG mistake. I
told him what Jeremy did to me with it.
Dan couldn't take it anymore, and was all over me almost before I
could blink. He almost ripped my clothes off. I helped him do it a
little less rough, and helped him undress too. Then we were all hands
and mouths all over each other. Then he pushed me flat on my back and
played with and licked my nuts till I couldn't stand it anymore. Maybe
I shouldn't have told him about the ice cream. Not really. I was
concerned about his nose, which my monster was trying to bang into
while he was doing that. I kissed it better. We rested just hugging and
kissing for a time, while our monsters were dancing with each other.
Then we made each other squirt. We stroked slowly at first, then faster
and faster, and then we tensed up and squirted all over each other,
about 5 times each, mine clear and his white. Then we rested. Then we
did it again, and one more time. He barely dribbled the last time, but
I squirted the same as always. Then we cleaned up and stood in the
middle of the room. We looked back and forth at the 2 beds. I held out
my arms. He hugged me and picked me up, and gently laid me on his bed.
He slowly puled the covers over me, then climbed in beside me.
Dan kissed me gently on the lips and said, "I love you with all my
heart." This was serious. I said, "I love you too, but you know I'm not
gay. I love you more than life itself, but not sexually like you love
me." He put a finger on my lips and said, "I know. We will both move
on, someday. I understand that. While I can still have as much of you
as you can and want to give me, the precious gift of YOU, I will make
the absolute most of it, my loving brother, my true hero." His kiss
silenced the reply I wasn't going to make.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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