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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #112 "Start of Year 3 of Summer Camp" +*+*+*+
Date: 25 Feb 2011 17:21:02 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #112
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 13 in this story, at year 3 of summer camp.
The Adventures of Stevie #112 "Start of Year 3 of Summer Camp"
Dear Carlos,
This year of summer camp started like always. We registered, with
George making a fuss, and got on the buses. Davie was there, and Mike
wasn't. Winston said Mike was too sick to come to camp. I will miss
him, and his forsooth. Davie was hugging the lonely Winston. That was
good. We found out who our counselors would be, when we got off the
bus. Jeremy is our counselor, and Rod is our CIT. It's going to be
interesting, Rod being in charge of me, and me being his leader at the
same time. There is another thing. It means Rod can't sleep with the
campers. He sleeps with Jeremy in the counselor's area behind the
partition. I don't think either or them will complain about each other!
Tommy is the head counselor, who sleeps in the main building. I think
he will be spending some time with Jeremy, or the other way around.
We went to the dining hall for supper and the introduction speech.
The director, Mr. Insane, noticed and waved hello to me, and gave me
big smile. I waved back, and smiled too. Then we went to our cabin, and
unpacked at the same beds we all had before. Davie decided to sleep
with Winston. He didn't have to share a bed, but he didn't want Winston
to be lonely, or himself. That was very nice of him, which I told him.
It got me a kiss and a hug, and a monster grab in return. That was very
nice of him, too.
All the kids were bigger than last year. This time, so was I. And
they had more hair down there, just like I did. They all had bigger
monsters, too. I didn't, which was just fine! Bone's was still the
biggest after mine, and Mac still couldn't keep his hands off it. Bone
didn't complain. Tom and Tut were together, and so were George and
Harry, and they had more kitten pictures on the wall over their bed.
Chad and I shared a bed, just like before. I had asked him if he wanted
to change. He got upset and didn't answer, so I let it go without an
answer, just a hug and kiss apology.
Jeremy said "I'm glad we can all be together, still. We have 2 new
people this year. Davie, who will be sleeping with Winston, because
Mike can't be here this year, and Rod, Davie's big brother, who is our
CIT. Who do you think convinced the director to make me a full
counselor, and convinced our new people to come to camp and be with is
in our special cabin?" He didn't have to look at me, to make them all
point their fingers at me. With a big grin, Jeremy said, "I think we
all know how to thank him, as often as we can." They rushed me, but
Chad was already next to me. He started undressing me. Then they all
tried to help, and then help each other undress. Just like their other
thank you gifts, they kept delaying my squirting, with all their hands
and mouths all over me, until it was impossible to hold, and my monster
practically exploded all over them, more than it ever did before. There
were a lot of surprised "Wow!" comments. From my exhausted collapsed
position on the floor, after I was empty, I said weakly, "I hear that a
lot." They laughed. Then I said like I was complaining, "Can I unpack
now?" They laughed again. Then I stood and said, "I love you all," and
I let them feel it. They all came and hugged and kissed me, some with
wet cheeks.
We unpacked and got ready for bed. We went to the shower building and
came back with our towels wrapped around us. We took them off when we
got inside, but didn't bother to put PJs on. Then Rod and Jeremy came
around and kissed each one of us good night, with a little ball
playing, too. That was VERY nice of them. I think we all thought so.
Chad got into bed after I did. He kissed and hugged me, and I did it
back to him. I was ready to go to sleep, but he had other ideas. Then I
said "Oh, that's right. You didn't squirt yet. We have to fix that." We
did, even though it wasn't broken. By all the sounds around us, so did
everybody else.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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