The Adventures of Stevie #184
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, after year 4 special school, in the Summer.
The Adventures of Stevie #184 "Pool Pickup"
Dear Carlos,
I decided to do it. Sex. I knew as much about it as any straight
human male can, who hasn't gone all the way with a woman. I thought it
was time my education was completed. I wished Debbie could be my first,
but that would take years of waiting. I'm not good at waiting. I went
to the pool in my neon blue speedos Kit gave me. They still fit, even
though they were a little tight. I went in the water, just enough to
wet them thoroughly, so they would show as much of my sexual equipment
as possible. Then I swam hard for a while, to get my muscles pumped up.
Usually I look a little thin, with no fat, but I discovered with the
rifle barrel bending, my muscles can get much bigger when they work
hard. I got out and walked around the pool like I was looking for a
good place to sit. There were a lot of hungry eyes on me. There were no
adult men in or around the pool, except Doc the lifeguard, who figured
out what I was after, and couldn't quite hide his grin. All the adult
women and older girls were lusting after me, and some of the older
boys, too. A few of the older boys who weren't gay, noticed what was
happening, and were amused by it.
I selected my target. She was a little apart from the other women,
because the woman next to her had just left. She was good looking, and
in her 30's, with brown hair and tanned skin, in a 2 piece swim suit. I
made to sit in the lounge chair next to hers, and said to her, "Is this
chair taken?" He said in a nice voice, "No, go right ahead." I sat and
introduced myself, and she said her name was Mary. We talked a while.
Some of that was about cooking. She liked I could cook, and she said
she had just baked some cookies, and I should try some. I said "Sure,
I'd like that." She said, "Then lets go and get them." We left the pool
together. I could feel the disappointment behind me, at my going. We
went to her apartment, and she asked me to sit on the couch. I folded
my towel up, so I could sit on her furniture with my wet swim suit, and
not get the couch wet. She came back from the kitchen with a glass of
milk and some oatmeal cookies, which were not my favorite kind. And
they were not home made. I knew she was lying about that, but I didn't
care. She sat next to me, and we ate. We dropped crumbs from the
cookies on us. She tried to brush them off me, and touched my monster,
which tried to wake up, which was hard to do, being so restricted by
the speedos, but she did notice. I reached over and brushed the crumbs
off her breasts, and she said "Oh!" Then she grabbed my face and kissed
me hard, and with her tongue seeking mine, and I cooperated very well.
That caused us to be covered in milk from the spilled glasses. We stood
up and used my towel to wipe us off, not missing the opportunity that
gave us to touch each other all over in some fun places.
We stopped pretending what we were really after, and went to the
bedroom and took off each other's swim suits. Then we were on the bed
and kissing and caressing all over. I could feel her sexual excitement
getting more intense, and mine too. After about 10 minutes of that,
where we explored everything we could, she demanded I put my monster in
her. I did, and the sensation was incredible! Better than anything I
had ever experienced in boy sex play without the link. I slowly thrust
in and out, timing it to a little more slowly than she wanted it. She
was tight, but not hurt by me. When she was almost ready to finish, I
stopped for a few seconds, and then started again, until she was ready
again, and then repeated that 7 times, until she almost couldn't take
it anymore, nor could my back take much more of her fingernails. Then I
speeded up to real fast, and we finished together, like boiling
fireworks. I pulled out right away, because I knew women like that, and
we snuggled together for 5 minutes, because I knew they liked that too.
Sex with her was a lot of exciting fun.
Then she ruined it. She had a picture of her husband on the night
stand. She pointed to that and said, "If Wade knew we did this, he
would kill me." She told me about him. He was a truck driver who spent
a lot of time on the road, which made her lonely. She was afraid of
him, and I could see she liked the thrill of that. I said "Does that
mean we can't see each other again?" She said "No, we can't let that
stop us. I'll keep a candle in the window when he is away, so you will
know it's safe to visit. She grabbed my monster and said, "He's big
like you. I like that very much." So did my monster, so we had sex
again, just like before, which was just the way she liked it, she said.
When we were resting and cuddling, she said, "You're quite a man!" I
said "Thank you. It takes quite a woman, to make it all happen." She
liked that a whole lot. I said I had to get home to help cook supper,
and we kissed goodbye.
The next day, I checked the pool and saw she wasn't there, but the
candle in her window was. We had sex the same as before, 3 times. She
said through most of the visit, when she had enough breath to speak,
how mean and dangerous her husband was, and would be if he caught us. I
would have liked her, and the sex, much better, if she hadn't done
that. I thought about not seeing her again. I decided to wait a week,
before visiting her again. One night, when Pete was staying over, I
told him all about it. Well, I had to say something, because he had
noticed the women's hungry stares at us when we were jogging around the
pool and parking lot. Mary must have told her friends. He knew why,
then. He was VERY interested, and asked how well she did nut play. I
said "It doesn't work that well when you're screwing, and besides, look
at my back. I would never let her long fingernails anywhere near my
balls." He examined closely his own nails. We laughed. We keep them as
short as possible. Long fingernails are not compatible with tight
fists, and striking with your fingertips.
We were still doing linked nut play, when father contacted me and
said +I have the package you wanted for your saucer parts job. Got time
to review it?+ I said +Pete and I will be right down.+ I told Pete, and
we got dressed and went down to father's office. We passed around the
personnel files he had. The man in charge was old. The second in charge
was younger and much better educated. Father saw me notice that, and
said, "The Secretary agrees. If the General doesn't cooperate fully, he
will be replaced. I have the orders here for cooperation, and
replacement if necessary. The base legal services has them too, and has
been informed of our pending visit and it's possible consequences. The
general has already acknowledged receipt of the orders to cooperate,
and the Colonel has a copy as well, and his own orders what to do if
necessary. One more thing. You have permission, and are requested to
examine all the people involved in that unit, for what you do at the
Bureau and the Agency. The Secretary was very impressed with what you
did before, and by what your workplaces have said about you and your
work for them."
I said "Wow!" Pete and I laughed. Father said "I knew this is what
you wanted." I said "I don't know what we would have done without you."
Father said "Probably something sexual." We all laughed. I said "You
know me all too well."
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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