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The Adventures of Stevie #160
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 14 in this story, in year 4 of his special school, after the
school Spring break.
The Adventures of Stevie #160 "For Pete's Sake"
Dear Carlos,
I haven't told you much about Pete. He is a year older than me, and
very tall and thin. He is medium dark skinned, with straight black
hair. His mother is from the Philippines, and his father is a Master
Sergeant in the Air Force. He likes anthropology and ethnology and
languages. We all study some of those things, but he actually likes
them. That's really all I knew about him, before our meeting. It's not
unusual I didn't know more. In fact, that was more than I knew about
some other students. Students don't have time to be friendly with other
students, and our educational programs are so individualized, it's not
that convenient to do that, and it's discouraged, anyway, for security.
It's different with my team, naturally. I asked if he wanted to meet
with me. He REALLY did, so we went to my private room. He looked around
it very carefully, maybe expecting to find something strange, but was
disappointed when that failed. He caught me smiling at that, and got a
little dark with embarrassment.
He said "I can never remember you don't miss anything." I said "I'm
still living, because of that. You need to be that way too, if you go
on a real job. It doesn't stop when the job is over." He nodded in
understanding. We sat on the couch and I said, "So, what's on your
mind." He looked a little more embarrassed and said, "Did you do that?"
He knew I knew what he meant. I said "Such a personal question! And we
haven't even had our first date." He started to say something urgent,
and I interrupted with, "I'm not gay, either. It's not relevant,
anyway. I play around with anybody I want to, if they want to, whatever
their gender or orientation. Here and now, I want to know how personal
you want to go with this, and how much do you really want to know, and
how much you can be trusted with what you might learn."
Pete said "Wow!" I said with a grin, "I hear that a lot. If you don't
know where to start, you could do that by telling me how much you
already know about me, and other things of your interest. Or think you
know." He said "I think you are the smartest person I know about. I
think you can do some amazing things, and you like to teach them, too.
I think you have some friends in very high places. I think you run this
school as much as you want to, which isn't that much. Personally, I
think you are a very decent human being, who people follow and respect
you because you earn it." I said "Any more? Don't worry about
embarrassing me or yourself. We won't get anywhere if we let that get
in the way." He said "Okay, here goes. You are the most powerful
psychic in the world, who can talk mind to mind and teleport, and do a
lot of other special things nobody else can do." I said "It wasn't me
who ported David's mother." He said "Timelines tell me you can do it."
I said "Right. Can't hide too much from a curious genius. As far as is
known, I'm the most powerful adept known to be alive, and Tomba, who
ported her, is my best student. He is the only one I know who has the
right kind of talent for that. Yes, I did project those feelings. It
was an accident, but I can control it now. I didn't know I could do it
before then. I was surprised too. But then, I'm used to surprising
myself, like the time I woke up in the morning, floating in mid air."
He pleaded "Please teach me! If I have to have sex with you, I will,
but please teach me." I said "Stop! Don't EVER say that to me, or any
of my friends, ever again. You are very lucky some of my friends didn't
hear you say that, or you might not have survived. First, I've never
screwed anybody. All I've done is mutual masturbation, which most boys
do with their friends, when they are too young to date girls. I can't
do any more because, well, you know how big it is. It would split my
girlfriend in half. One of my friends was held mentally and physically
captive as a sex slave. I found and rescued him as part of a cleanup
operation to get rid of the tools which were in circulation made by an
adept I stopped. Don't you EVER think or say I would EVER do that to
anybody, EVER! Don't pay any attention my crying. I do that when I
think how he suffered. His year was almost up. He would have been
killed, and was looking forward to that." I put my head in my hands and
really cried. Tomba is such a nice person, and I love him.
I felt Pete's arm around me, hugging me close. He whispered. "I'm SO
sorry. I didn't know. I made a stupid mistake." While still covering my
face, I said "That's true." Then I reached behind the couch to get a
tissue to wipe my face. I said "Sorry to be such a crybaby. I have a
lot of bad memories nobody deserves to have. With ability and power,
comes the responsibility to protect people from the misuse of that.
Because I can, I should." He said "Crybaby? No, just a real MAN." I
said "That's what Rod keeps saying." Pete said "I like him already." I
had to smile at that. I said "You don't have any brothers?" He said he
didn't. I said "Then you can't know how it is. If you really want to
join us, we will be even more intimate than actual brothers are, in
mind and body. We will love each other. It can't be helped. It doesn't
have anything to do with sex play. It's just how it is when you are
part of a team like ours, where we risk things worse than death
together, and practice in each other's minds. Are you really sure you
want that? Oh, by the way, you hug really well. I like to be hugged by
people I love."
He said "Wow!" We both grinned at that. He said "I'm not sure. How
could I be without knowing things I don't know and have never
experienced? I know I would kick myself forever if I didn't try." I
said "Being psychic can't be taught. A person has to have the type of
mind and brain which makes it possible. Of those people, most never
develop any useful talents which can be made better with practice and
training. With people who do, some usually start noticing them at about
your age. Most usually later, and only after a lot of study and
meditation. I'm a freak in this, starting so young. Now, I'm a Master
Adept, and I can teach what is possible to teach. And more. Now we come
to the first tough part. You have to trust me with your life and
sanity. Then we can do some real work right now. Will you?" He nodded.
I pushed him down on the couch and said, "I'm going to clean and align
your internal energy centers." He said "Chakras are real?" I said, "You
might have some evidence of that in a minute. Most boys get boners in
reaction." He grinned and said, "You were right about the intimacy." I
said "Close your eyes and relax. I won't touch you physically." I did
the job, and he did get a boner, and his third eye, which was slightly
open, opened halfway.
I said "It's over. You can sit up now." He said "I could FEEL that!
So it IS real. Boner, too. I even know why it happened. Your hand was
over my base chakra then." I said "Right. Something more. Your Third
Eye opened halfway. That's unusual for somebody your age who hasn't
studied this. We have to let your chakras rest for a week. See me then,
and we can see what talents you might have. If you want to finish what
your boner started, there is some clean up stuff behind the couch, and
I can leave you to your fun." He said "Wait! About this mutual thing.
Is it really as good as you say? I never did it that way before." I
said "We are scientists, beside a lot of less mentionable things.
Experimentation is part of that. What could it hurt to try?" He said
"Right. I can't think of a better man to try it with, so lets do it!"
We stripped and grabbed each other's monsters. I said "Wait. How much
do you want to go for?" He said "Why not all you do?" I said "Then
follow my example, and stop me if there is anything you don't like." He
nodded. We let go, and just hugged. I gave him my love. He hugged me
tight. Then we moved our hands all over each other. He jumped when I
grabbed his nuts and said "Wow! That feels SO good!" I liked that, and
more, when he did it to me. I said "Most boys don't feel that as
intensely as we do, brother." Then I kissed his cheek. He was
surprised, but kissed mine in return. Then we stroked monsters. He was
getting really hot. That's when I kissed him on the lips. He didn't
pull back. Then we did monster pumping until we squirted. It was very
good. I gave him some of my feelings then.
We rested, and he cried. He didn't have to tell me why, but he did.
"I didn't know it could be so good." I said "For most boys, it isn't.
It's just fun. For me, there has to be love in it, and there is from
me, for you. That's what makes it such a precious gift." He said "I
understand more now. I was REALLY stupid before." I said "No, just
inexperienced. We fixed that. Now you can make wiser decisions about
it. Why don't you do a sleepover with me after a week. We can do more
for your psychic interest. Other things, too, if you want." He said
"Yes, that would be good. I'll tell my parents it's a school thing,
which it is, if you say so." I said "There is something you and your
parents should know before that. My foster parents are nudists. We
don't wear any clothes at home. Guests don't have to strip, but it
would be better if you did, if you want to be a part of our family." He
said "My, but you're full of surprises." I grinned and grabbed his
monster and kissed him. He took that as I meant it, as more surprises.
But he surprised ME after that, by dragging me back to the couch, and
starting another sex play session. It was even better than the first,
because we could make it last longer, and near the end I shared our
feelings. When we could, we both said "Wow!" His sleepover is going to
be VERY interesting.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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