The Adventures of Stevie #129
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 #129 "A Peek at the Forth"
Dear Carlos,
In the morning, I told Chad he can't do any psychic stuff for a week,
so his chakras can get used to their new alignment. No Ki, either. He
grumbled, but agreed when I told him it was the same for me when I was
awakened, and his abilities after that would be better. It was hard for
him, the whole week. I tried not to let him see I thought it was funny,
but sometimes he couldn't help sharing my amusement and smiling at
himself. Then it was over, and he practically pounced on me, demanding
what was next. I said "Inventory. We find out what your natural talents
are. To do that, I have to enter your mind in a different way than
before. Victoria and Shan have done it to me. I know how, now. Will you
let me?" He said "You know I would say yes." I said "Here goes."
I didn't use a card or mental picture. I just pushed my mind into
his, directly. It was very different. I could explore what his mind
did, how his mind worked. It wasn't telepathy, or feeling emotions,
although there was a little of both in it. I said in his mind +You have
an object sense. I think all psychics have it. Yours is a basic one,
but could get better someday. You are partially telepathic, but you
can't control it now. You might, later. You have a different time
sense. Sometimes you can see into the past, and sometimes into the
future, but not under your control. Here is an odd one. You can feel
colors with your finger tips. I don't know what good that is, but if
you like to be different, that's one for that. Oh, and you're right
about being a bisexual. In fact, you have a higher sexual urge than
average. I always knew you were hot for action. You have the potential
to be very powerful, with your psychic energy. That's all I see now.
You WILL develop more abilities. Just don't push it, and don't try to
copy me. It's just like in fighting arts. You have to take things
gradually, or you could really hurt yourself, or somebody else. I'm
disconnecting now.+
He said "Wow!" We both laughed. He said "It wasn't like the usual
mindtalk. It was like you were speaking to me from inside my mind. I
sensed you could have done things to me in there, if you wanted to." I
said "Yes, I could have. Shan did something to me that way, to help me
handle Roger's death while I was in contact with him, before we left to
transport here. I saw what and how he did it, and I can do that now,
and other things like it. I won't do anything without consent. We have
to talk about that now. Which path will you follow? The Light, or the
Dark? Before you say, you should know there is no middle ground,
despite what some people want to believe." He said "It has to be the
Light. It's the way you are, and I can't be with you, or the other
people I love, if I follow the Dark path." I said "That's an acceptable
reason, for now, but not for your whole life. This means you can't
allow your temper to rule your actions. You can't hurt somebody
unjustly. If you do, you will lose some of your abilities. They would
come back, but only to change you into a different person. The kind of
people we have fought. You might not notice it at first, but gradually
it happens. This is how most people find the Dark path. Once you are
firmly on it, there is no turning back. I know this, from my own
experience. I had to right the wrongs I did, to be the same person I
wanted to be, and not somebody I hated. It's not easy. There are a lot
of temptations, which you know. If ever you are not sure, ask me. I've
been there, and I love you."
He said "Responsibility. Everything has a cost. I know. I love you
too." We hugged and kissed. Then I said, "Speaking about love, lets go
see the director and schedule a show for him. I want to see his
levitation trick again, too." He said "Let's." I said "Before that,
what colors do you see in my aura? I'm asking, because we can't see our
own." He said "It changes a lot more than anybody else's, and is much
brighter. When you look at me, there is a lot of green in it. That's
love, right?" I kissed him again to say yes. Then we went to see Mr.
Insane.
He was in his office. We invited him to a show. I said "I'm not going
to tell you what we're going to do, but it's going to be different, and
you are going to like it a whole lot. I can see you are thinking about
it, but we aren't going to take care of it now. You have to wait.
Before then, can we see you do levitation?" He did the same things with
the pencil. I could see the energies better than before, and the way
they grabbed the pencil. I was right. It was 4th dimensional. He had a
glass paperweight on his desk. I did what he did, but not using my
hand, and made it fly around the room. The strange thing was it didn't
use any of my energy, but it had to come from somewhere. I made it rest
on the desk and contacted Chad. I said + Discovery. I need to think.
Tell him to not bother me. You can watch through the contact if you
want, but don't talk to me.+ I did think, a lot. There was free energy
in the dimension we went through to move the pencil and the
paperweight. What tired Mr. Insane was his concentration. Maybe the
third eye works through that dimension, too. Maybe only some brains are
4th dimensional in different degrees, which makes them psychic. If I
could tap that power source, it could be very useful. Then I thought in
math, so I can't tell you in words.
I came back to the world. I checked, and saw I had been away for only
a half hour. That surprised me. I thought it would be longer. Mr.
Insane was working at his desk, and Chad looked very funny, with his
mouth hanging wide open. I reached over and closed it for him. Mr.
Insane noticed, and smiled. So did I, and said, "Chad was linked to my
mind while I was thinking. I wondered how it would be to somebody else
who could see my mind working at top speed. Well, Chad?" He said "Wow!"
I said "We hear that a lot." He didn't laugh. He looked at me like I
was his God, and I saw how he felt. It was a mistake to let him see me
thinking. I wanted a friend, not a worshiper. He was about to say
something he shouldn't, when I interrupted with, "Careful, Chad." He
stopped himself, and gulped. I said "Remember, I'm just a little kid."
Then he recovered and grinned, and said, "Sure. Like Alexander the
Grape was just a fruit." I kissed him real hard, and hugged him almost
in half, and dripped tears like a flood. I whispered to him. "I thought
I had lost my dearest friend and love." He whispered back, "Never. It
was just a shock." Mr. Insane was confused, and I told him, "Watching
another mind hard at work was something new to him, so he was a little
bit shocked by the experience." Mr. Insane grinned and said, "I'll
bet!" We laughed. He would come to our cabin at the usual show time.
On the way back to our cabin, I said to Chad, "I am very interested
in what you saw in my mind while I was thinking. Please tell me as best
you can, if it doesn't trouble you." He said "I don't think I can. You
were thinking so fast, and in so many directions at the same time, I
could barely get a hint of what you were thinking about, and most of
that I didn't understand." I said "Well, we don't know how other people
are when they think really hard, or even what your thinking looks like
to somebody else, so with your experience with me, it isn't possible to
draw any comparative conclusions. Right?" He said "Right," but I don't
think he meant it. There wasn't anything more I could do about that. He
said "Did anything interesting come from your thinking?" I said, "Yes,
and I'm going to try to forget it." He said "Too powerful?" I said "I
love having a genius around."
I told our friends about the show, and how it should go. I didn't
tell them the last part, because it had to be their choice, not mine.
Mr. Insane came at the usual time. We were ready, and all naked. He sat
in his usual place on the chair near the door. We paired up, and did
nut and monster play, and kissing, all so he could see everything. Then
we paraded by him, one by one, so he could do monster and nut play on
each of us. Bone made his boner jump a lot, so Mr. Insane grabbed it,
and then he kissed the tip of it. Bone was surprised and said "Oh!"
Then the other boys insisted we start all over again, so he could do it
to everybody. Nobody complained. Then Rod grabbed me, and pushed me
down to the blankets on the floor, right in front of Mr. Insane. Mac
was the first to notice, and rushed to be the fist to lick my nuts.
Then they all took turns, till I was about to scream my lungs out. They
let me rest a little, then they asked Mr. Insane if he wanted to do it.
He did, and did a very good job, to where I almost could't stand it.
Then they did the delayed squirting thing 4 times, before they let me
squirt. I flooded the room with my love. When it was over, I saw Mr.
Insane was almost in shock, and his monster was jumping in his pants. I
said "Boys, we can't let the director go home like that. We should do
something about it. It's the least we could do, for all he's done for
us." They looked at each other, and nodded. They rushed him, while I
was crawling away to safely, and stripped him, and laid him on the
blankets. Then they put their hands and mouths all over him, until he
was squirming with the need to squirt. They wouldn't let him, using the
delayed technique, 3 times, while he was moaning loudly. Then they let
him finish, which he did with a loud groan each time he squirted, which
was about 5 times.
Tommy came back from checking the other cabins, just in time to see
Mr. Insane finish. He smiled and winked at me, and I did the same to
him. He came over to me, while Mr. Insane was resting, and said, "Did
you know there were a lot of dogs outside this cabin?" I nodded, and
pointed at my nuts. He said "That explains it. So they feel it too.
Interesting." The boys cleaned their last victim up, and helped him
dress. Tommy left with him, to help him up the hill to his house. Then
the boys made each other squirt, in a big pile of boy parts together on
the floor. They cleaned up and went to sleep that way, with Rod. Tommy
and Jeremy helped each other squirt, in the counselor's area, and then
slept together. Chad slept with me in our bed. The feeling of love was
so thick in our cabin, you could almost cut it with a knife, but nobody
wanted to. Sleeping in and with love, is the absolute best way to spend
the night.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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