The Adventures of Stevie #122
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 #122 "4 In the Temple"
Dear Carlos,
We woke up happy in the morning. Tomba was actually singing softly.
Then Chad sang with him. It was beautiful. I loved watching and
listening to them. Then we did some quick friendly squirting, as a
matter of course thing, and cleaned up in the bathroom. Then we went to
make and have breakfast. Then we packed up Tomba's things again to take
to the Temple, and got our clothes on, and Zack and Glena drove us all
to see Shan. We all went to the usual small meeting room. I said to
Chad, "I think Tomba should know he isn't the only boy we've rescued. I
don't want to hear that again, so please tell him yourself. I'll be
speaking to the Abbot about some things." He agreed, and I went to a
different room with Shan.
I gave Shan the active doll from the ambassador's wife, and the doll
I deactivated from Roger, and told him all that happened. He examined
the active doll, and deactivated it. Then he examined Roger's doll, and
said, "You did well. It's completely cleaned, and without harming
either the user or the victim." I said, "Thanks to your teaching. I
learned something else when I did it, more than when I dealt with the
maker. I found out I could control the user, by using the psychic trace
from the doll to them, to invade their minds. I could make them do
whatever I wanted. I didn't do any more than keep them still, and make
them tell the truth. I don't like that kind of power. It's too easy to
abuse. My problem is more than that. The connection stays. I can still
mindtalk with them, and probably control them too. I can do that with
their victims too, now. I discovered that when Tomba asked me to try it
with him, at supper last night. I could break those connections, and I
will, when I think it won't hurt them, but I don't like this at all!
It's horrible and disgusting to be able to invade people's privacy like
that. It makes me feel dirty and ashamed. Tomba actually likes it, but
he's still in psychological shock from his bad experiences, and wants
the reassurance he can get from his rescuer that way. He will, and
should, feel different about that soon. Will you break that connection
when you think it's best, please?"
Shan said "I understand. Your feelings about this are part of who you
are. Your goodness. But it's also your burden. I know you will bear it
well. We will break the connection to Tomba today, together. You will
want to keep your connection to Roger, for as long as you need to be
sure he complies with your orders. There is something we need to do
with that. May I enter your mind to do it?" I said "Please." He did and
built a lockable wall around my connection to Roger, so if he killed
himself while the connection still existed, I wouldn't be hurt by the
backlash of his death. I said "Thank you. I was worried about that,
from what happened to Victoria. I have another problem. It's
embarrassing, and sexual. Can I ask you about it?" He said "Please."
I told Shan about what people say happens when I get so excited when
people lick and suck my nuts in boy sex play. I said "It's something I
can't experience like they do, because I'm the one who causes it. I
don't know what they feel, or how far I broadcast it. It could be a
real problem, if this happens in the wrong time or place. It's not
to say it. Infatuated? Stuck on me? Sexually dependent? Hooked on me
like a drug addict is on drugs?" Shan looked very interested, and said,
"I have heard of this possibility, in relation to religious ecstasy in
ancient times. I couldn't advise you about it, without experiencing
it." I said, very disappointedly, "Oh." He said "How else could we
determine the extent of your broadcast? You would need to know that, to
know when it's safe to do it." I said "You mean, an experiment? HERE?"
Shan said "Yes." I said horrified, "That's not just embarrassing to me,
but might be to Chad and Tomba, and Zack and Glena, and what kind of
psychic disturbance would it cause to your meditating monks? Do you
want me to be responsible for a disrupting orgy, HERE?"
Shan said "I doubt that would happen, but it wouldn't be terribly bad
if it did. We do not take a vow of chastity, here. In fact, there would
probably be some among us who would like to take an active roll in the
experiment." I said "Wow!" He said "We hear that a lot." I had to laugh
with him, for that. I said "I don't know if it would be the same for
me, doing it as an experiment, but I don't mind trying. It couldn't
hurt. Not me, anyway. How do we set it up, and when?" He said "We would
have to schedule it. This evening at the earliest." I said "Chad and I
need to go back to camp, but one more day wouldn't hurt. I should tell
you, for the best results, it takes 2 or more people to do it to me. I
wiggle around a lot. Somebody needs to hold me. One can, if he is
strong, but 2 are better, beside the one doing the actual fun part to
me. I don't mind if people are watching, but the ones doing it to me,
might. I will have to ask Chad and Tomba if they want to do this. May
I?" He said "Please."
I went back to the others and said, "Chad and I will be staying the
night here. My father will see to it we get back to camp tomorrow." I
was signaling to Chad a sex experiment. He looked VERY interested. We
hugged and kissed Zack and Glena goodbye, and they left. A young monk
came to take us to my apartment there. He looked about 16, and his
third eye was almost all the way open. When we got inside, and in the
living room, I asked him if he could stay. He said the Abbot said he
should. He was there to help us with anything we needed, and to guide
Tomba, after we left. I said "I'm Stephen. It's good to meet you. I'm
happy for you, that your studies have helped open your third eye. You
will develop many useful skills. What's your name?" He said, almost
worshipfully, "Thank you very much, Master. My name is Lawrence." Then
he bowed very deeply to me. I bowed in return, and then pulled him up
and hugged him. I could tell he liked that a lot. His monster said
more. Chad noticed, and grinned. I don't know if Tomba noticed, but he
was amazed at how the monk treated me.
I asked the monk, "Do you have a nickname your close friends call
you?" He said "Lance." I said "Can I call you Lance, in friendship?" He
smiled with delight, and said, "I would be honored, Master." I said
"Please, in this little home, inside this big Temple, we are all
friends, not master or student. This is Chad, and this is Tomba." I
said to Tomba, "These rooms are mine. The Abbot insisted." I said to
all, "While in here, we are all friends, and treat each other as
equals. Out in the Temple, we follow Temple customs, whatever they are.
There are some more things to discuss. They don't eat meat in the
Temple. There is a kitchen here we can use to cook our own food, if we
want to, but out of respect to their beliefs, we won't bring meat in
here. They could smell it, which would seriously offend them. Clothing
is optional. My family doesn't wear clothes at home, and I like that
freedom. It's not a rule, but there is no problem with being naked
here." I said with a grin, "And sometimes clothes get in the way of
good friendship." Lance tried to conceal his tented lap. I said to him,
"Lance, with us, there is no concealment possible. Even with your back
turned, Chad and I will know, and if not now, soon, so will Tomba.
There is NO need to be embarrassed. We like and appreciate your
ah, Stephen." I said "That's good," and smiled and hugged him again,
and kissed him on the mouth. He practically melted in my arms. I
motioned to Chad and Tomba to join us, which they did quite willingly.
I said "Chad, Tomba, do you think we should give our new family
brother, if he wants to be that to us, our very best welcome?" They
both said "YES." I looked at Lance. He was too overwhelmed to speak,
but he practically nodded his head clean off his shoulders. Our clothes
went flying in all directions, and we all had a great time making each
other squirt to heaven. We rested, hugging each other, still naked. I
said to Lance, "The Abbot wouldn't send you to us without preparation,
so you know about us, right?" He nodded. I said "Please tell us about
yourself. We would like to know YOU, not just your very nice and loving
body." He got pink in the face, and another boner too, which we
ignored. He told us his parents are religious members of the Temple,
but not monks. He was there as a student monk, like all member kids do
for a few months, during school vacation, at least once. He is gay, and
his parents don't mind it. He said "Other than that, I'm just a regular
kid." I hugged him and said, "No you are NOT just a regular kid. Not to
the Abbot, not to the other monks, not to your parents, and absolutely
NEVER, to US. You are somebody we love like a brother. Don't you ever
forget that." He cried with happiness and brotherhood, and we cried
with him, in the love we shared among us.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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