The Adventures of Stevie #146
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, in the Winter holidays of year 4 of school.
The Adventures of Stevie #146 "To Port, Not Starboard"
Dear Carlos,
Before school started after New Years, Chad visited again, while
Tomba was still visiting. We worked hard to improve their mental
resistance and object sense. They practiced against each other, for
endurance resistance, and against me for sharper attacks on their
minds. I could handle them both at the same time, so there wasn't any
time wasted in taking turns. That was helping me, too, because I didn't
practice that way before. They were happy when I told them that,
because they liked helping me. Object sense practice was more
frustrating for them, because it was boring and tiring, and they
couldn't see any results right away. I could see they did improve a
little, when I examined them afterword, and told them so. They weren't
as happy about that as I hoped.
While they rested their minds, we practiced fighting arts. I was
surprised Tomba was learning some too, and he was very strong. He said
"A student monk's life is full of hard work. That makes hard bodies and
disciplined minds. It helps with the hard beds. When you are really
tired, you don't care much what you sleep on, because you are sleeping.
There isn't anything like pleasantly drifting off to sleep. You lie
down. You get up. Sleep completely fills in between that. They teach
fighting arts there to monks who want to learn, as an extra thing. I'm
learning because I don't want to be helpless in the outside world, but
only to defend myself, not to fight. We learn academic things too. Our
school is accredited. I plan to go to college, too. Because I'm not
going to give up my robes, I expect to be picked on sometimes. That's
why I should know how to defend myself." I said "I can see you are
learning very well, for being there such a short time. I'm impressed,
and proud of you." That got me a big hug and kiss, which led to what I
could call a recreational time out. That's right, we squirted. It was
good.
When it was time for them to leave, they went the same way they came,
by porting. This time it was a little different. I sent Chad back
first. Then I said to Tomba, "Would you like to try porting yourself
this time? I think you are ready. You know more about it, and have much
more experience with it than I did when I first tried it with a
picture. I think you can do it easily." He looked awed and said, "ME?
Really? By myself?" I said "Sure. Why not? You have to, some time. Why
not now? If you are nervous, we can try it with a picture, from one
room to another here, before you port to the Temple." That's what he
wanted to try, so I made a charmed picture of my bedroom for him. We
went to the den, and he held the picture in front of him and made it
active. I said "When I tell you to, push your mind through it, dragging
your body along with it. Ready? GO!" He vanished, and I felt him land
in the bedroom. I ran there just in time for him to finish getting his
arms up to give me a big hug, which I gladly accepted. Then I fell down
and cried my eyes out.
Tomba knew why I did that, and he held me and cried with me. It was
because I wasn't alone in that ability anymore. It would live beyond
me, and in somebody who could be trusted with it. I told him that, when
I could, and he hugged and kissed me more. After a while I stood up and
asked him if he wanted a demonstration of what he could do someday with
porting. Naturally he said yes. I flickered around the room, porting
like crazy. He was amazed. I know that, because he said, "That's
amazing!" I was holding my slightly sick stomach, when I said, "Doing
something like that needs a better object sense than you have right
now. When it gets better, I'll tell you how I do it. It could save your
life someday, like it saved mine."
I said "Right now, I want to sit down. My motion sickness didn't like
what I did." He hugged me, and gave me more help than I needed to sit
on the bed. He said "I know what we can do to distract your mind from
that." My monster knew what he meant. It was very happy to stand up to
be swallowed. Tomba wouldn't let me do anything to him, but just lie
there and feel good. I did, specially when he licked my nuts. He did it
off and on, so I wouldn't get too wild, and that was VERY good, because
it could last longer. Then, while he was doing that, he pumped my
monster, which made me squirt my guts out, up and over to splash down
on my face. He laughed when I stopped, and he saw that. I would have,
too, if I had the energy. He cleaned off my face and glasses very
tenderly. He said "I'm sorry about that." I said "I'm not!" We laughed.
We rested side by side, gently caressing each other all over. He said
"I love you." I said "What about Lance?" He said "I love him too." I
said "That's what I was hoping you would say." He said "That's one of
the reasons why I love you." I said, "It's not the same way for me, but
I love you too." He said "I know that every second of the day. I live
and am free, and loving life, because of your love. That's not
something anybody can ever forget." To change the embarrassing subject,
I said, "You know, you're very good at this sex thing. It's too bad you
can't do it more often with people you love. I have an idea which might
help with that. Now that you can port, you don't have to wait for Lance
to visit you at the temple where there isn't privacy." He said "Oh!
That's a good idea. I'll have to think about it." I looked and said, "I
see you are." This time I made HIM lie there and not do anything. I
used the oil on his monster, and ran one of my very strong hands up and
down it very slowly, while playing with his nuts with my other hand. He
loved it and moaned a lot. He made more noise when he squirted. We
cleaned up and rested again. He said "You're not too bad at this
yourself, for a hetero." I said "I've had a lot of practice."
When it was time for him to port to the Temple I said, "Naturally you
will ask for permission from your teachers before you leave the temple,
right? And don't let Lance's parents, or any other outsiders see you do
it, or know you can. Do you think you can do it with a mental picture
now? Okay. I'll give you the picture to my bedroom. It's keyed to you
and me, so nobody else can use it, but I would rather you practiced
with mental pictures. I know I don't have to tell you not to misuse
these abilities, such as with practical jokes and things like that,
because I trust you, so I'm not telling you that." I grinned, and he
grinned back, and kissed me. He ported to the Temple with a mental
picture, and ported right back to tell me it worked, and left the
bedroom picture with me, and then ported to the Temple again.
Dan was at Stuart's, but I wasn't lonely. I was very happy for Tomba
for his new abilities, and happy for me I wasn't the only one with them
anymore, and I was happy in our love for each other. I went to sleep
with a big smile on my face.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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