The Adventures of Stevie #123
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 #123 "Fun Experiment"
Dear Carlos,
We went to eat lunch with the monks. The food was plain and simple. I
wouldn't like to have it all the time. Then we went back to my
apartment and talked some more, getting to know each other more. Then I
said to Tomba, "I'm not your boss, despite the grin Chad is beaming at
me, but I feel some responsibility for you, because I changed your life
without asking you if it's what you wanted. Yes, I know you wanted it,
but that's not the point. I'm talking about MY feelings here. Right
now, I think this is the best place for you, to recover and learn more
about yourself and your new abilities. I don't know if you realize it,
but because what you have been through has effected you in ways you are
not aware of, you are not now able to make fully rational decisions
about your future. That's why I feel I have to do it for you, until you
recover. I can't make you stay here, but I think it's better than the
other life situations you have had, and better for you than anything
else I can think of, and I do think a lot. I hope you trust me, and the
Abbot, and stay here until Chad and I come back. I think it would
please Lance, too." Lance was quick to nod in full agreement. I liked
that, and gave him a secret okay sign. I could feel his pleasure in
return.
I said to Tomba, "If you stay, the next choice is how will it be as.
A guest? Or a Student monk like Lance." Tomba thought for a minute, and
said, "What do you recommend?" I said "Being a monk here, even as a
student, means giving up a lot of comfortable things we take for
granted, and there are chores. It might not be easy for you to adjust
to that kind of regimented life. But, very few outsiders ever get a
chance to have this experience like you could, and you might seriously
regret someday, missing out on this chance to explore another world.
Being a guest, would be fine for a few days, but soon after that, you
would be very bored with being a useless outsider, no matter how well
they treated you. Chad and Lance, have I been fair in telling this?"
They agreed I was. Tomba thought for a few minutes, and said, "For a
month, I will be here as a student monk, or until you come back, if
they will have me. It can't be worse than anything else I've been
through, and your reasons are good. After that, well, I can't think
that far ahead, so I won't." I looked at Lance and nodded to Tomba.
Lance went over to him and hugged and kissed him, and said, "Welcome,
twice Brother."
A monk came and asked Tomba and me to see the Abbot. We went. He cut
our mental connection, very gently. Tomba cried, not from the cutting
process, but from the loss of being comforted by knowing I could talk
to him any time I wanted to, even though I told him I wouldn't. I
hugged him, and said, "You don't have to feel bad. I can still mindtalk
to you anytime I want to, with temporary connections, like this." +Is
this thing working? Tap tap. 1 2 3, is anybody there?+ He grinned and
said +Yes, I hear you. Thank you. I love you.+ I said +I love you too,
brother. Goodbye, I'm closing the connection.+ I had discovered the day
before, I could make the connections without a real picture or card, if
I built one in my mind for the person or place. I said out loud, "If
you want, we could set up a schedule for when we could talk, like once
a week at a certain time. We could even bring Chad into the
conversation, although that would require a different setup. But only
if it's allowed here for you. As a monk, you will have to follow the
rules. I won't help you break them." We were going to go back to the
others, but I said to Tomba to go ahead, and I will be there later. I
asked Shan about the experiment. He said they would time it for an hour
after supper. I asked to brief the witnesses. Lance would be the one in
the bedroom, and there would be others in the surrounding rooms, to
judge how far I broadcasted. I said "And where will you be?" He said
"Where would you want me to be?" I said "That's not fair. You are the
boss here, not me, and you requested the experiment." He said "I didn't
know if you wanted me to feel your private feelings." I stood and
bowed, and said, "If it is something you desire to experience, I would
be honored to have it so." He stood and bowed, and said, "So be it."
And so it was. I went back to the others, and said to them, "I have a
strange request to make of you. VERY strange, more so for Lance. The
Abbot would like us to participate in an experiment. I told him about
my projection of my excited feelings you 2 felt last night. We want to
see how far that projection goes, and what the effects are to different
people. If you agree, it will happen an hour after supper. If not, we
won't do it here, even if there is no experiment. It would cause some
unsettling." Tomba said with a grin, "I'll bet it would!" Chad laughed,
and agreed to the experiment, and so did Tomba. I asked Chad to tell
Lance about it, because I didn't know what it felt like, myself. He
did, and Lance got an instant boner. I said "I think you just agreed to
participate in the experiment." He looked embarrassed, but only a
little. I went over and hugged and kissed him, and gave him some love,
which made his monster jump, as he melted into my arms. He's a very
nice boy.
After supper, which I didn't think was all that good, I briefed the
monks who would observe. Some of the things I said were, "I would be
interested in the feelings you receive, and your responses, based on
your sexual orientation. Don't worry, you can be truthful. I don't need
names on the reports, but your age and orientation should be on it, and
your degree of mastery of your reception of feelings, or this
experiment won't be more than just a possible fun time for most of us,
not that I think that's a bad thing. I don't even need to see the
reports themselves, just the tabulation." I went back to the bedroom.
Only the 4 of us boys would be in it, with the door closed. Shan would
be on the other side of the door, and the other monks in the apartment
and surrounding rooms. We undressed and did some friendly kissing and
nut and monster play. It got more and more intense, and I let them feel
my love, then they did it. This time they traded places often, because
they all wanted to lick and suck my nuts. Chad led them, because he
knew my tolerances best. It was a gloriously intense rapture for me. I
didn't complain too much. Then they made me come close to squirting 5
times, until they let me explode all over. Tomba made Lance squirt at
the same time, so he could go out and write his report right away,
without missing his own enjoyment. Then Chad and Tomba made each other
squirt, while I recovered.
The results of the experiments are, I broadcast intensely only about
12 to 15 feet around me, and to a lesser degree to about 20 feet. The
sexual orientation of the receiver didn't make any difference, but the
degree of psychic awareness did, and people who knew me, experienced it
more intensely, and personally, than strangers did. Personal opinions
said they liked the feeling, and did not regret having it, and wouldn't
want to avoid feeling it again, but didn't love it so much they would
ask for it. Shan and I were satisfied that what I did wouldn't cause
any harm. By the way, he liked it too, which made me happy for him.
I forgot to mention the medicine Shan made for me for my seasickness.
He said it works very well, but only when it's fresh, which is only for
an hour after it's made. I wanted to try it by using a picture to
transport back to camp. Chad was willing. Eager, actually, to
experiment, as always. I kissed and hugged him, in appreciation. Before
we tried it, I said to him privately, after Lance and Tomba said their
goodbyes and went to the monks' rooms, "Do you remember I said I would
tell you something you would like to hear?" He nodded. I said,
lovingly, to him, "Your third eye is opening, a little before it would
have naturally. I think using the cards might have helped it along.
This means something VERY special to me, because you are the first
genius I loved, and now you are the first genius I love, to become
psychic like me, too. This makes me not so alone, and VERY happy for
me, and for you. Now, was this worth wearing girls panties for the
disguise?" He hugged and kissed me hard, for a whole minute. Then he
said through happy tears, "Got any more panties?" We laughed.
I warned Shan about what we were going to try to do, and asked him if
he would like to watch. He was VERY interested in doing so. I drew a
charmed picture of inside the cabin, without any restrictions. I made
the connection, and saw it was empty. I thought our friends must have
been at an activity. I closed the connection, and let Shan into the
room. I already drank the medicine a while before, so it would be
effective in time for traveling. Chad and I turned our backs for
security, so Shan wouldn't see how we did it, if it worked, and I
activated the connection to the cabin again, and asked Chad to try to
connect to it. He did, and could see it as real. We were connected
mentally by that, too. I pushed our minds through the picture, into the
cabin, and we were there! It worked! WE were there, and I didn't feel
like throwing up. Chad didn't either, even though he didn't drink the
medicine. We were so happy with relief and success, we jumped around
yelling for a while, then hugged and kissed.
I took out a my card for Shan, in case Chad wanted to talk to him
too, and contacted to him like I said I would, and told him were were
safe, and his medicine worked perfectly, and that Chad didn't need it.
He said it looked very strange when we left, and once he settled down,
he would write a report for me on it. He said I should contact him the
next evening for that, and about Tomba. He would call my father and
Zack, to tell them we were back at camp. I closed the contact, and we
went looking for the camp director. He was in his office. I said to
him, "We're back." He said, "I can see that. I hope you can tell me
what happened while you were away." I said "Sure, but you might have
trouble believing some of it." He said, grinning, "Knowing you, I'm
sure of that!" I told him an edited version of the story, which didn't
have some private things, and new abilities which should be secret. He
was very impressed, and said, "So you rescued another child. I expected
no less. I'm proud of you both." I went and hugged and kissed him. Chad
did it too. That made Mr. InsaneForBoys get a boner. I said to Chad,
"Oh, look what we are responsible for, and to such a nice man. Do you
think we should help him with that?" Chad nodded, and said, "It's the
least we could do." And so we did. The director was very tired when we
left to join our cabin mates, but I don't think he wanted to complain
about that. I wondered if his wife would.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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