The Adventures of Stevie #217
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 15 in this story, after the Spring holiday of year 5 of
special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #217 "Love and Respect"
Dear Carlos,
I told Dan about my trip down south and what I did there, and he was
so happy for me, he cried. We hugged for a long while. Later that
night, he told Stuart, who was very happy for me, too. The next day,
Pete and Race were over, and I told them, too. They wanted to know
every little detail, which almost made them squirt. Their hands on
their own monsters, which they couldn't resist grabbing during my
description, probably contributed to that a little. Then they started
helping each other, and in just a few seconds they squirted, which was
a surprise to all of us. We didn't realize just how hot they were. They
apologized to me for ignoring me for that, and I said, "It's not a
problem. I enjoyed your enjoyment. I love people I love to be happy."
Pete said to Race, "We should make it up to him." Race said
"Absolutely!" They did. Race grabbed my monster, and Pete played with
my nuts, until I squirted. I didn't use the link, because I thought
they were too close to their own squirting to want to do it again so
soon.
We ported to the camp in British Honduras, and I showed them what we
had set up, and told them where I had buried the Port-All. They knew
how to set it up, if they wanted to do what Chad and I had used the
camp for. They got so hot from thinking about it, we decided to take
care of that before we ported back. I used the link, and we squirted
very well. While we were resting, I passed around the crystal which had
instructions for the link. I got a lot of hugging and kissing in
return. Then they wanted to do it again, using the link themselves. So
we did, and while it was great, it was also very tiring. We took a nap,
before porting home.
The next week, I had a conference with Tomba and Nigel in my
apartment in the Temple, to check on Nigel's progress. I said to Nigel,
"Ready to push out my invasion?" He nodded. I connected, and he pushed
hard. I pushed back just a little harder than he did, slowly driving
him back into his deeper mind. He resisted very well, for longer than I
expected. Then I disconnected, and he collapsed into almost all the way
out in a faint. When he recovered, he said "That was hard." I said
"Naturally. That's how you learn and get stronger. I don't like doing
that to you, but I would like it a lot less if I didn't, and that left
you vulnerable to injury or worse. You knew before we met, you don't
get something for nothing. We all think it's worth it. Ready for more?"
He grinned hard and said, "Bring it on!" I said "That's the spirit!" I
contacted him, and he pushed harder than before, and I pushed back a
little harder than he did, and we kept doing that for as long as he
could take it. Then we stopped so he could recover.
When he became able to pay attention, I said, "This is the next
crystal in the chakra series. It explains how we do the mind to mind
contact, and more, which you won't get anywhere else in the world, how
and why it works. Because this is very dangerous information, the
crystal checks your personal qualities, your ethics, and other things,
to see if you would misuse what it would show you. Has Tomba explained
about the different paths adepts follow?" He said "Yes, Master
Teacher." I looked at Tomba in question, and he said, "That's what we
all call you here." I said to Nigel, "I will accept what you called me
in this situation, but when we are in friendship situations, I won't.
Please remember that. Has he told you his story?" Tomba said, before
Nigel replied, "No I haven't. I waited until you thought it would be
the best time. Do you want to leave?" I said "Contact me when you're
finished." I ported back to my bedroom. 15 minutes later, Tomba
contacted me to say it was over, and I ported back. They both looked
upset, but Nigel was actually crying. I wanted to hug him, but didn't,
so he could come to his own terms with what he had found out.
When I thought he was ready, I asked him, "Light or Dark?" He said
"Light, always the Light!" I said "Good. I don't want to do to you what
I did to the last Dark Adept I fought. Death would be better. Ready for
the next level? He said "Yes, Master Teacher. I think." I said "We will
find out." I gave him the crystal, and it accepted him. His eyes opened
real wide. I smiled, which made him blush a little. Tomba smiled too,
and told him, "Stephen invented the crystals, and he invented what's in
them, and he discovered how what we do works, and invented some of
that, too. People have been doing some of these psychic things for
thousands of years, but they never knew the actual science behind them,
and by knowing that, what else they could do. For all this, we have
Stephen to thank. And revere." Nigel said "I'm beginning to understand
some of that. More, how bad off the world would have been if he had
been of the Dark. That he has all this power and didn't and doesn't do
wrong with it, is worthy of all the admiration in the world. That he
wants to share that power with other people is so generous I don't know
how to describe it." I said "Stop this embarrassing stuff. I'm just me,
and who I want to be. The why of it is easy to understand. Love. I live
for love, to experience it, but more, to give it. That's all."
Tomba said very seriously, "That is indeed ALL." To change the
subject, I said, "Speaking about love, I did it. With Debbie." Nigel
said with excitement, "Really?" I said "Absolutely. I suppose you
wouldn't complain too much if I told you about it." They not only
didn't complain about the idea, they looked eagerly expectant. I told
them, in full detail. Their jumping boners showed how much they liked
how I told it. Nigel said "Prolly the best thing ever happened there."
I grinned and said, "We would like to think so." Then we took care of
their boners, and did it very well, which made us all squirt very well.
While we were resting, I told them what happened when I went back to
the camp just before I came to see them. "I ported to the camp without
checking if it was clear. That bit of careless could have cost me my
life, if it had been anybody with guns, other than your former friends,
Nigel. They just stood and sat there frozen. Then I made that more
permanent than they liked. They really couldn't move. I scanned the
camp, and saw they had made a mess of it. They obviously thought we had
abandoned it, and they took it over to live there, but destroying it as
much as they did in anger at us, was unbelievably stupid, and really
against their own best interests." Nigel said, "That's them, alright."
I said "I stood them up, and told them to take their clothes off. They
didn't. I said if they refused, I would do it for them, with invisible
hands which wouldn't care how much they hurt them. They didn't. So, I
waved my arms dramatically and lifted one of them into the air, and
ripped his clothes off with more waves of my arms, so they would be
sure I was doing it, and not some ghost helping me. He received a few
minor, but obvious, skin abrasions in the process. I asked who would be
next. They all stripped fast, even your uncle. I told them what I did
to the clothes of that one man, I could do to skin, too, and other
things, like dangling body parts, and they would get a chance to find
out how that felt if they ever came back to my camp. Then I ported them
to the coast, past the beach, to waist deep in the water, in front of
all the vacationers and tourists there. I watched, in the air and
invisible, what happened. The police didn't like what they saw, and
neither did anybody else, when they paraded the naked and wet bandits
off to jail."
Tomba was smiling in amusement, but Nigel was rolling around and
laughing hysterically. I thought he was funnier than what I had told
him, which didn't bother him in the least. I said to Tomba, "Maybe I
shouldn't tell him that I made them all have woodies, which embarrassed
them even more, pointing the way to the jail." That did not encourage
Nigel to stop laughing, at all. When he was finally quiet enough to
listen, I said, "I'm going back there to fix things back the way they
should be, next time I have available, probably this weekend. The next
time I visit you, I expect to find you have practiced all the old and
new things you've learned, a LOT, so you can be ready for the next
crystal. If I'm on a mission, Tomba can give it to you when he thinks
you're ready. He has copies of all I have." We cleaned up, and we
hugged and kissed our goodbyes. They left, and I sat there for a while,
thinking how much I loved them, and how lucky I was to have them as
loving friends. Then I ported back to school, to teach one of the
classes.
That evening, after my after supper session in my lab, I was alone
with Dan, which was unusual because of our complicated schedules. We
made the most of it before bed, slowly caressing each other, not even
caring about making each other squirt. After a while I started the
link, so we could enjoy each other's feelings, which we did, not so
much because they were very good, but because they belonged to people
we loved. Eventually we did squirt, but it was a natural thing, and not
a goal. Often during that time, we both said "I love you" at the same
time, but Dan added "My hero." We went to sleep in each other's loving
arms.
Your friend,
Stephen
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Grant
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