The Adventures of Stevie #121
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 #121 "About Tomba"
Dear Carlos,
We asked Tomba to tell us about himself, and hold nothing back,
because we wouldn't judge him. We sat on the couch in my office, with
Chad on one side of him, and me on the other, and had the tape recorder
going. Father was sitting behind my desk, and taking notes. He said "My
name is Tom Banister, or Banyon, or Banner, or something else which
starts with 'Ba'. It changed every time we moved, but everybody calls
me Tomba. I never met my father. I don't know anything about him
because my mother was a prostitute. We were very poor. One day when I
was ten, she went out, and never came back. I don't know what happened
to her. I'm sorry, I don't remember the address where we lived. We
moved a lot. I lived on the streets. I stole things and begged for
food. I let men use me for sex, so they would pay me. Sometimes they
beat me, and then gave me extra money, because I couldn't be with a man
after that for a while. My manager made them pay extra, and sometimes
he gave me some of that. I never did drugs. About a year ago, my
manager sold me to Roger for a lot of money. I found out he sold Roger
other boys too, before me, for a year at a time. When they get too old,
the boys disappear. My time was almost up when you saved me. I hated
him. He made me do things I hated, because I didn't have any choice. He
never knew he didn't have to make me. I could have loved him if he had
been nice."
Chad and I were crying for him, and hugging him. Father was VERY
angry, and asked Tomba how to find his manager, and wrote down the
information. Father told Tomba in his dangerous voice, "Your manager
isn't going to find you, or manage any other children. I will see to
that myself. There is one thing you haven't told us. How old are you?"
Tomba said "I'm 15, I think." Father said "How is your health?" Tomba
said "Roger made me see a doctor regularly. I'm fine." He told us who
the doctor was. I knew father would check him out. Father left to give
a report to the Director, who was still in his office, even though it
was late. I called Glena, and explained about Tomba. They would be
ready for us. Dan wasn't there, because he was at Stuart's house. The
girls weren't there either. I told Tomba about the rules where I live.
He didn't have any problem being naked in front of people. I didn't
want to think about why. We sat hugging him until father came back to
take us home. Before we left, I asked father privately, if I could be
on the "manager" job with him. I could be bait. Then father said
something I didn't expect.
Father said "Stephen, I would like nothing better than to be on a job
with you. You make things very interesting, and get things done very
well. But not this job. I know you can do it, perhaps better than
anyone else, but it would hurt you terribly to be involved, with what
you would decide to do. We both know that." Then HE hugged ME! I had to
agree, because he was right. I said "Thank you, father, for being you.
I love you."
We went home. We all hugged each other. Tomba was shy at first, but
not because of there being no clothes, but because he wasn't used to
kindness. I dripped some tears when I saw that. Chad noticed, and gave
me an extra hug. It was late, but Glena had supper for us. We ate, and
rested a while, after. Zack wanted to know what happened, so I told
them. Tomba was interested too, because he hadn't been paying much
attention to things while they were happening with Roger. His mouth
dropped open in amazement, when I told about the mind contact I did
with Roger. He said "You made the first contact with the doll, and then
can contact him any time you want to, now?" I said "That's the way it
works, which I didn't know until then. I learn about most of my
abilities by finding out about them while I do them the first time,
because I have to." He said "Does this mean you can do that to me now?"
I said "Maybe. I haven't tried. I don't violate people's privacy unless
it's really important." He said "But I want you to. Please try it now."
I said in mindtalk to him, +Do you mean like this? You can talk back to
me silently if you want to, after I start the talking connection, until
I stop it. When you have more knowledge and control of your abilities,
you can block this, and even break the connection permanently, which
you should do as soon as you know how.+ He said +Wow! This really
works. I like it. You can talk this way to me any time you want to.+
Then I stopped the connection, and said to everybody, "Well, it works.
He said 'Wow!'" Chad laughed, and said, "We hear that a lot." I said to
Tomba, "You should break this connection for good, when you can. It's
for the safety of both of us, because we could be attacked through it.
I could do it now, but with your fragile state, it might hurt you. They
will tell you about this at the Temple. When the time is right, I will
show you how to make temporary mindtalk contacts with me, and other
people, too, if you want that." He said "Oh I do, very much." Then he
hugged me, and made to kiss me, but hesitated, so I kissed him on the
lips. I said to him, "We are very friendly here," and grinned at him.
Chad laughed, and hugged and kissed Tomba.
We went into our bedroom, to get ready for bed. When it came time to
sleep, I said to Tomba, "You have some choices to make. I can't speak
for Chad, but I'm straight." Chad said "I'm bisexual." I turned to him
and said "Really? That's great! I'm very happy for you. I wanted to be
bisexual really bad, and was very sad it didn't happen." Tomba looked
amazed. I said to him, "I was about to tell you, Chad and I are
geniuses who go to a special school. Geniuses don't care about
society's stupid rules in private. We make our own. What I had started
to say, is we jerk off a lot, and prefer to do it with friends, helping
each other. We like to sleep with friends too, because we can get
really lonely, being smarter than everybody else. It doesn't matter if
you or any other of our friends are gay or not, because what we do with
each other is for fun and sharing love. Every other boy who sleeps over
here, does these things with me and any other boy who is here, as a
natural thing. You can too, if you want to. We know you have had a hard
life, with a lot of bad sexual things happening to you. That's why I'm
being very careful in explaining this to you. We will really understand
if you don't want to do anything with us, because we love you and NEVER
want to make you feel bad in any way. We have 2 beds here. You can
sleep alone, or with one of us you choose, or we can move the beds
together and be a happy mess of boy parts. You choose."
Tomba started to move the beds together, and said, "I'm gay. I knew
it since I was 7. Mom didn't care, so I never really thought about it
until I had to survive on my own. Then it wasn't for fun, but for work,
which wasn't fun. I have never done sexual things for fun. I'm looking
forward to it. REALLY" His boner proved it. I said "The house rule is
nobody under 18 does any screwing. Please remember that. Other things
are fine, and they know we are doing them." We stood together and
kissed, and played with nuts and stroked monsters. All that very gently
and slowly. I could tell Tomba was really enjoying it. Then Chad and I
picked him up, and put him on the middle of the beds. That's when he
saw my awake monster and said "Wow!" Chad and I laughed. We put our
lips and tongues all over Tomba. Then I kissed him deeply, and played
with his nuts, while Chad swallowed his monster. We stopped when he was
about to squirt, 4 times, until it was almost like he couldn't take it
anymore, and then we made him squirt. He screamed softly with pleasure.
That actually made Chad squirt. I was happy for them both.
We rested a while, and Tomba said, "Wow!" We all laughed. Chad said
"We've had lots of practice making new brothers welcome. Would you like
to be part of our brotherhood of close friends?" Tomba cried, and said
through his tears, "That's the very best thing anybody EVER said to me!
YES YES YES!" Chad said to me, "I think he means yes, don't you?" I
said "Seems like it." We all laughed. Chad said to Tomba, "You probably
guessed, but just so you know, when he should be, Stephen is the
leader. He can't help it, because he's the best. He doesn't boss
anybody around. He just takes the lead when there is trouble, and makes
notice he hasn't squirted yet? And if you want to experience something
out of this world, and drive him crazy with pleasure, lick his nuts,
and see what happens." I said "Oh no!" They did it. Chad grabbed me,
and Tomba did the licking and sucking of my nuts. It felt so good, I
couldn't stand it, but I did. After almost an eternity of that, Tomba
did that to my monster, while Chad played with my nuts and kissed me. I
squirted almost my entire guts out. Well, that's what it felt like.
When we could, we all said "Wow," and laughed. Tomba said "That was
the strangest thing I ever felt, but I liked it a lot." Chad grinned
and said, "That's not all. He does a lot of strange things." I poked
him, and then gave them both my love. We rested some more. Then we did
what I call our usual get ready for sleep squirting. Slow and gentle,
with a lot of love. While we were pulling the covers over us, with the
lights off, I could hear Tomba whispering under his breath, so quietly
only I could hear, "So this is what love is. I can't believe I'm so
lucky. I can't believe I'm so lucky. I can't believe I'm so lucky."
That made me drip happy tears for him, while warming him with more of
my love.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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