In article <b8lsh61ibsvslupq6dlrk886q5v36tajrg@4ax.com>, HMS Victor
Victorian <victorvictorian@hushunomail.com> wrote:
> On 31 Dec 2010 15:21:01 -0600, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
> >
> >
> >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
>
>
> 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!
I can just see somebody going ape over that. LOL
Happy new year to you, too!
I am in the middle of reading your new story. I like it a lot so far.
Thank you.
There are 316 Stevie episodes written, and more coming.
--
Grant
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