On 31 Dec 2010 15:21:01 -0600, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #88
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>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"
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>
>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
Dear Grant,
Reading your work this late evening, I was reminded of my own early
teen years, when I had purloined a fairly popular book on sex--popular
for the time--and recalled an amusing quote from it regarding how one
wakes up in response to ... ahem ... shall we say, stimulation.
The author noted that having one's erection fondled and ones testicles
gently manipulated while sleeping early in the morning can be
exceedingly pleasant ... until one open's one eyes, and sees it is an
orangutan doing the fondling! Ha!
My very best to you, my stalwart author, and wishes for a very Happy
New Year 2011!
Sincerely,
V
God Save the Queen.
God Bless the Prince of Wales.
God Preserve the Windsors.
Rule Britannia!
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