The Adventures of Stevie #132
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 #132 "Camp End"
Dear Carlos,
At the last bonfire, all the couples sat with each other. It was
cool, so we had brought extra blankets, and huddled together under
them. Some of us did secret sex play. Debbie wasn't the only girl who
tried not to make funny noises. I made Debbie finish a lot. We talked,
too. She was very happy to have the mindtalk the pictures, but unhappy
I wasn't coming back to camp next year. I said "We can still talk on
the phone, and visit each other, and I will probably visit the camp
some times, to see all my friends. I don't know what Chad will be doing
next summer. I don't think he's decided yet. I'm sure he will tell
Wanda when he knows." We hugged and kissed. We said our goodbyes after
the bonfire, calling each other terrific. That's our play code for
saying each the other is special.
The next day was the usual finishing up things. We didn't get any
trophies, because we didn't try to. They weren't important to us, so we
let the other campers compete for them if they wanted to. I made sure
to see each pair of boys separately and privately to tell them how much
I loved them, and would remember them always, and kissed and hugged
them thoroughly. I gave them my address and phone number, so they could
contact me if they wanted to. I didn't tell them I wouldn't be a camper
anymore. I told Winston how I loved that he cares for us so much to be
The Lookout for us. I told Tom I loved how helpful and loving he is for
all of us. I told Tut I admired his knowledge of ancient Egypt, and
hoped he always had a lot of help for his favorite hobby, which is
jerking off. I told George I loved his kittens, and asked him to kiss
them for me. I told Harry I loved his photography. I told Bone I loved
how strong and protective he is for us. I told Mac I love how gentle
and loving he is. I didn't tell them then, but I think they knew I why
I did it.
Before bedtime, I went to Mr. InsaneForBoys, and said goodbye to him
in his office. On his lap, hugging and kissing him. He knew I wasn't
coming back as a camper, but said I could come back to visit any time I
wanted to. He would keep our special cabin the way it was, as long as
there were boys and counselors who wanted it that way. I asked him if
he wanted to do some boy play, but he said, no, not when he is sad. I
agreed. It was right.
They were waiting for me when I got back to the cabin. They stripped
me, and did the nut licking and sucking thing to me. It was different.
I said through all my squirming around, "I love you all!" I was
dripping tears, too, even though what they were doing felt great. I was
shoving that feeling, and my love, out so much, it made some of them
squirt before they made me do it. Rod was behind and holding me, and
squirted up and onto my face. Bone squirted just when he swallowed my
monster, and that made Mac squirt. The others made themselves squirt
all over me, when I finally did.
I was a real mess. They cleaned me up, and we went to take showers.
We went to sleep in a pile on the middle of the floor, breathing each
other's love. In the morning, we did last minute packing, but not
before a lot of friendly hugging, kissing, and nut playing. Some
crying, too. Just before we left the cabin to get on the bus, I told
them I wouldn't be back as a camper next hear. They were really sad,
but felt a little better after I told them I planned to visit them at
camp when I could. We did more hugging when we got off the bus. Rod's
parents were there to pick us up and take their boys, and Chad and me
home. When we got to Zack and Glena's, we all got out and went inside
for a little while. Then Rod's family left to go home, after more hugs
and kisses. Chad is staying with me till school starts, because we have
work to catch up on.
We had supper. Dan and Stuart were there, and so were Marsha and
Brandy. Chad and I talked about the camp, and our girlfriends. Brandy
asked me, "Did you do it?" I knew what she meant, which was did I screw
her, but I said, "Do what?" She said "You know, with Debbie." I said
"We did a lot of things. Can you be more specific?" Zack was looking
amused, but Glena wasn't. Brandy was getting a little pink, and said
"Oh, forget it." I said "Not ever! I would never forget it, if I did
what I don't know exactly what you mean I did." Chad said "I think I
know! Yes he did. He kissed her. I saw it." I said "Chad! You told!" He
looked proud he did it. I said "How come you noticed? I thought you had
eyes only for Wanda. I saw you kissing her, too!" We looked at each
other, and nodded in agreement. Everybody was smiling, partly in relief
for things not going too far.
After supper, I gave Brandy a big hug, and whispered to her, "If we
had screwed, and I had actually managed to get it in her without
killing her, they would have had to pull us apart with trucks and
chains." She stared at me for a second, and burst out laughing. Then
she hugged and kissed me, and whispered back, "I'm sorry. I was wrong
to ask. Thanks for the way you handled it. You're a gentleman. So is
Chad. You're quite a team." I said "Thanks, I'll tell him." Later, in
the bedroom, I did, after the usual all around hugging, kissing and nut
play. Not having clothes on is REALLY convenient for that. Chad and I
told Dan and Stuart about the fun we had at camp in the cabin, which we
didn't say at supper. We grinned when that made them have jumping
boners. So did they.
Then I got serious, and told them I was, when I asked, "How is it
with you 2?" Stuart said "My parents like Dan a lot, and know he is my
lover. He can stay over with me any time he wants to." I said "You
really love him?" He said "More than I thought was possible, and then
more every day." I said "Dan?" He said "Stuart is my love, and I want
to be with him forever." They looked in each other's eyes, and the
proof was in their faces and auras. I said "There is something I can do
for you 2, but only if you want me to. Dan, you have a card of me, and
know what it's for. Do you want one for Stuart, and do you think he
would want that, and one for you?" Dan said "Oh my God, yes!" Chad was
grinning, with a few tears, too. We explained it to Stuart. His answer
was to hug and kiss me so much I almost smothered. When he finally
broke off, I said "Whew! I take it that means yes?" We laughed. I said
"You must agree to keep these things secret. One more very important
thing. NEVER try to get anybody else to make something like them for
you. They are too dangerous, with people who don't know so much of the
science involved with them. You could get very hurt, or die, or even
worse, using things from those people. I know. I have a friend who is
recovering from that." They promised.
I said "I know more now, about making them, and shielding them. If
you want, these can be pendants you can wear around your necks, and not
have to keep them insulated." I explained it, and that's what they
wanted. I had brought the extra metal ovals and the wood block home
with me. I made them just like I made the ones for Bone and Mac, and
told them not to use them too much. They practiced with them, and
Stuart was surprised how easy it was. I said "There is something more.
Anybody can use them, even if they don't have any psychic talent. BUT,
if you do have the potential, there is something I can do which might
help start that potential developing. There is no danger in doing it,
and it will not change who you are, except to make you a little more
healthy. It's been done to me, and I've done it to others. Do you want
me to do that you?" Dan said without hesitation, "Yes!" Stuart said "If
Dan thinks we should, then I will say yes, too." It didn't hurt them to
see Chad nodding, beside me. I said "There is something else. If there
is any increase in your psychic abilities, you can't use the pendants
to mindtalk with each other for a week. Okay?" They agreed.
I asked Dan first to lie down, and I ran my hands in the air all over
him, and cleaned and aligned his chakras. His third eye was already a
little open, and opened a little more when I got to it. I said that in
mindtalk to Chad, who looked pleased. Then I did the same to Stuart.
His third eye wasn't open, but did open very slightly when I got to it.
I told Chad that in mindtalk. When it as all over, I said to Stuart and
Dan, very seriously, "I'm sorry, but you both can't mindtalk for a
week." They looked a little confused at first, but then went crazy with
happiness, laughing and hugging us all. I said "Wait! It's just a
little change, but it shows potential." They didn't care. Chad poked
me, to make sure I didn't worry about it.
That night, before bed, Stuart and Dan wouldn't let Chad and me do
anything. They worked very hard to make us squirt the best way we
could. We didn't complain, and not just because we didn't have the
breath to. We had the beds together, and we rested that way, just
snuggling with each other. I was pouring out my love for them, and they
were returning it. We slept that way too, after I told them how good
our welcome home was. We all said "I love you" to everybody, with our
last waking breath, on our way to loving sleep.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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