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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Date: 31 Dec 2010 15:21:01 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #88
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, near and
during Thanksgiving.
The Adventures of Stevie #88 "Giving Real Thanks"
Dear Carlos,
Kit Hacker isn't just our youngest part time teacher, he is the most
popular, and maybe the smartest. He's funny, too, when he wants to be.
Most of all, he loves us. All of that is why we love him. Just before
the Thanksgiving holiday, he announced at school in the morning that he
would be leaving us. It was his last day. He had his PhD and a new job
in a different part of the country. All the students cried. Really.
ALL. So did Kit. We gave him a party. It was short notice, so we sent
out for party things in the morning, so we could have a real party at
lunch time. We didn't do any school work. The other teachers who were
there could go home, but they stayed for the party. They loved him too.
Kit made a good speech. Some of us wanted to give one one too, but
couldn't when we tried. Dr. Knot helped us say goodbye.
At the end, Kid came to each of us and hugged us. When he hugged me,
he whispered in my ear, "I would like to visit you some time during the
winter holidays, if that's alright with you. I'll call." I said "It's
great with me! Thank you for being in my life. I am better because of
you." He kissed me right in front of everybody. Nobody said anything
about it. Then he was gone.
I sat in my private room for a time. Chad came and sat with me for a
while. We didn't talk, just hugged. When he left, Jan came and sat with
me, and we did the same. When she left, Rod came in, and we did the
same. I don't know if they planned it. Maybe they didn't need to. It
helped. I would have thanked them, but they already knew.
When I got home, they knew why I was sad. Somebody must have called.
Helping with the Thanksgiving preparations helped. I didn't stay sad
long. Dan was very extra considerate of me that evening. He did my
chores for me. When we washed up for bed, he washed me very tenderly,
and didn't let me help him. Then he carried me to our bed and gave me a
massage. It relaxed me very well. I was almost all the way to dreamland
when I felt him climb into bed next to me, and hug me all the way to
that to that restful healing place.
We woke up at the same time. I played with his nuts and smiled. He
did the same to me. It didn't take long for us to do some squirting.
Then rest, and then again. Then we went to help set up for
Thanksgiving. It was a lot of work, but we made it fun. Jeremy and
Tommy came early to help. That made it even more fun.
Just before eating time, we all dressed in our best clothes. Then
father came. He brought Jeremy's mother with him. We all hugged
everybody. We sat at the table. We ate. The food was terrific. Then I
stood up and told them all how much I was thankful for each of them. We
cried. It must have been catchy, because Dan stood up and did the same
thing. Then all the others did. I could tell you what everybody said,
but it would lake a lot of letters. Too many. Anyway, you should know
what we talked about from all my other letters.
When it was time for our guests to leave, Tommy and Jeremy asked to
stay the night. There were no objections. Just the opposite. The
shortest person there might have suggested it in a whisper to somebody.
After father and Jeremy's mother left, we all undressed and helped
clean up. We talked some more in the living room. Dan and I were on the
floor, with our arms around each other. Tommy and Jeremy were sitting
that way in a soft chair, which looked too small for them. Marsha and
Brandy were on chairs they brought from the dining room.
It got late, so we all got ready for bed. It took a long time,
because there were so many of us doing it at the same time. Nobody
complained. Then we had to decide who would sleep where, in the boys'
room. I already decided, so I told them. "I want Dan to sleep between
Tommy and Jeremy. I have before, and he hasn't. I want him to
experience it." Dan showed how much he liked the idea by his dancing
boner, which made me smile for him. Neither Tommy or Jeremy complained.
Did you think after we went to bed, we actually slept? You know that
wasn't what any of us had in mind. Dan was the pointy pointy meat in
Tommy and Jeremy's sandwich, and they all tried very hard to make that
point go away. It took a lot of messy work, but while I heard some
unusual noises, I heard no complaints. I watched them with a big smile.
I was very happy for them. VERY. So was my monster, but I didn't do
anything with it.
When they were finished and very tired, I helped them clean
themselves up. Then they wanted to help me squirt. I said "No, I can
wait for another time. Don't worry about it. I want you all to stay
there and enjoy your togetherness. It would make me very happy." It
did, because they did. We went to sleep. I woke up in the morning when
somebody was playing with my nuts and stroking my already awake monster
and kissing it and my lips. If you have to wake up, I can't think of a
better way to do it, than with people you love helping you do it that
way. I hope you can have that happen to you as much as you want. Then
Dan and Jeremy took turns licking my nuts, driving me crazy. I think
the whole house heard me squealing, and Tommy laughing at us. It took a
while, but we all squirted, and then did it all over again. We cleaned
up and traded hugs and kisses of love the rest of the morning. We knew
there wasn't going to be any breakfast, so that was alright.
I have SO much to be thankful for, I don't know how I can, or any
one person, deserve it all.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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