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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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The Adventures of Stevie #115
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 #115 "Confession to Debbie"
Dear Carlos,
I'm popular in camp now. It was better when I wasn't. Now I can't be
alone with Debbie as much, but there are some compensations. Rod
teaches fencing activity, and shooting. I help out sometimes. That
makes kids more interested in those activities, which makes Rod happy.
I like teaching arts and crafts, which is more popular now. I like that
the dogs and the kids are having more fun with each other now. I feel
very good about helping that happen. I help in archery activity, too,
which is a lot different from before. I worked at getting stronger so
much, so I could use ki without getting hurt, I think I went a little
too far. Before, I could't pull the string all the way back on the
lightest bow. Now I have to be careful to just use the heaviest bow, so
I won't break any. My arrows go right through the targets, which makes
it hard for people to see where they hit, and more work to go find them
afterwards.
I'm still not good at baseball. I think I could be, if I cared. I
don't mind swimming. I'm alright at it, but I like showering better. I
love hiking along the beach. Debbie likes it, so I love it. I love
everything I do with her. Usually we do those kinds of activities
together with Chad and Wanda. Most younger campers know not to bother
us then, after they got chased away by T-Bone and Mac a few times. It's
good to have friends. The older campers have their own special friends,
so they know about and respect the privacy of other campers who have
them. We still have exciting times at the pool parties. This year Chad
doesn't wait for Wanda to kiss him first. They do other fun things too.
I'm happy for them. I still worry Debbie is going to drown when she
stays under the water too long, making my monster happy with her mouth.
We leave the pool with millions more swimmers in it than when we got
in. I'm sure I'm not the only boy who squirts in the pool, but they are
dead swimmers, because of the chlorine. That's just as well, for the
girls' sakes. They don't want to get pregnant in the pool. I think.
I talk with Debbie sometimes at my favorite talking spot on the side
of the hill where Dan told me he is gay. The other campers know to
leave us alone there. The last time there, I said to Debbie, "You
should know, I'm a freak." She said "What you call yourself, I have a
different name for. It's 'terrific'." I said "I'm serious." She said
"So am I. You don't know about girls, so I'll tell you what I mean. I
like instructing a super-genius. Hush, and I'll explain. Have you ever
wondered why there aren't any girls after you, being you are so hot?
Stop that! Yes you are. You have everything a girl wants, and a whole
lot more. You don't know! None of the other girls are trying to take
you away from me, because I got to you first, and they know what I
would do to them if they tried anything. You are more intelligent,
stronger, more determined, and just more special, than any other boy
here. I can keep the other girls away from you, because I'm that way
among the girls. You lead the boys when you want to, and I lead the
girls. That's why we can have each other, just for each other."
Debbie said "All the girls know you are extra special, because we
have been watching you like a pack of hungry she wolves. We know you
can do things other boys can't. That doesn't make you a freak to us, it
makes you more desirable. Girls are attracted to the powerful, like
starving bears to honey, and you practically explode power out of you,
with whatever you do. We love sensitivity, too, and we can feel your
love. There is mystery about you, too. And loyalty, and a sense of
humor. All that in one very handsome and GOOD boy, is irresistible to a
girl, and I have you all to myself, and there is nothing you can do or
say which can change that one little bit."
I was very embarrassed, with a fiery red face, I'm sure. I could
hardly talk, but I did manage to force out a faint, "Wow!" She grinned
and said, "I hear that a lot." We cracked up laughing.
That evening there was a dance party social. Debbie and I, and Wanda
and Chad, and Rod and his new CIT girlfriend, did a wild dance
exhibition which was much better than last year. Better than at my
birthday party. For the finale, I threw Chad high up in the air, and he
twisted and turned all over, before Rod caught him on the way down. We
got a lot of applause.
That night, after lights out, in bed with Chad, I told him what
Debbie told me on the hill. I could feel him grinning his face in half.
He said "Tell me something I didn't already know." I grabbed and
tickled him, and he wrestled with me, but I was winning. Then he
screeched and escaped from under the covers, and I got up too, and
chased him all around the cabin, both of us naked, as usual. It was
dark, but enough moonlight came in the windows for us to see were we
were going. Chad was doing handsprings and summersaults, and I was
jumping impossibly high over obstacles, trying to catch him. The other
boys were sitting up and watching us, and making funny comments at the
show. After a while, Chad let me catch him in the middle of the cabin,
where there were a pile of blankets spread on the floor. We rolled
around, grabbing monsters. When the other boys saw that, they joined
us, and so did Rod, and we all had a lot of fun wrestling and tickling
and making each other squirt all over.
After we all cleaned up, we decided to sleep that way. There wasn't
any talk about it, because it was just a natural thing for us, which
was why the blankets were there. We slept in one big intertwined swarm
of boy bodies, under the blankets Jeremy and Tommy put over us, before
they did their own loving in the counselor's area. Sleeping love filled
our cabin all heavenly night.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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