Stephen's Private Blog #4
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. 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. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Now he is writing to an
artificial intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his
school for gifted students, which he started attending in 2016.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 11 in this story, in February of year 1 of his special
school.
Stephen's Private Blog #4 "School Fun"
Dear Geenee,
I'm 11 now, and it happened. The sexual experimentation I told you
about. It was an accident, but I like it a lot. We were in the gym
locker room after martial arts class. Some of the older boys were
flicking rolled up towels like they were whips, at each other, while
drying off near the shower room. I'm sure it was an accident, but Ichi
got it in the nuts. It hurt him so bad he crumbled up on the floor
screaming. I felt it too, and it was really bad. I had to do something.
I ran over to him and pulled his hands away, and grabbed his nuts and
thought really hard and willed them better. The pain stopped. Ichi said
"Wow! You took away the pain. Arigato gozaimasu! Oh don't stop. That
feels very good. Here, let me show you." Then he grabbed my nuts and
played with them, and that felt VERY good. Actually, is was great, and
the best thing I ever felt in my whole life. I told him that. He said
"I know. I can feel what you feel, and it's better than what I feel
when you do it to me." The other boys crowded around and said they felt
it too. Their boners agreed with what they said. The feeling got more
and more intense until I had what I realized was a dry orgasm, when I
recovered enough to make myself realize anything. The other boys had
orgasms, too, and some of them had ejaculated like Ichi did. Then we
all sat on the floor and said, "Wow!"
Scholar Pete came into the locker room, and said, "I thought so.
Stephen, the next time you do this, please set limits in your mind
before you do it, and during it if you can, to just effect the people
in the room with you. The whole school doesn't need to know what you're
doing." I said "Oops!" He laughed, and said, "It's called projection.
You aren't the first to make that happen with sexual feelings. The
first Stephen did it too, and that's how I became friends with him,
when I figured out who had caused everybody in the school to have
orgasms all at once. He and I had a lot of great times together after
that. There is nothing wrong with it, but I want to make it clear that
people shouldn't be forced to do sexual things, so please make sure
that only the people who want to experience your feelings of this kind,
actually do. Please control it. You can, if you try. One more thing.
This isn't a very comfortable room for sexual play. These hard surfaces
are too dangerous for fun activities in here. If you want to do this
some more, please find a better place for it, and in private, so what
you do doesn't disturb anybody else. Please get dressed. Well, clean
yourselves up, first, and resume your regular school activities.
Stephen, please come with me." We all grinned at each other, knowing we
were going to be doing it again, and soon.
I went with Scholar Pete to a conference room. We sat. He said
"Stephen, I'm going to examine you like Tomba does." He did, and I
could feel it. I told him that, and he said, "I know. We have a
problem. You are progressing in your mental abilities too fast. I just
told Tomba, and he will be here in a few minutes." I wanted to ask how
he did that, but I knew we aren't supposed to ask people about special
abilities. We waited and then Tomba appeared in the room, out of
nowhere. I was surprised, but tried not to show it. Scholar Pete said
to me, "Very good, concealing your surprise. I'm proud of you. If I
couldn't have felt your feelings, I wouldn't have known from your
body's reaction." I smiled and thanked him. Abbot Tomba said, "Stephen,
you know we believe in reincarnation. Just like you, our first Stephen
didn't believe that either, when the Abbot of his time told him that he
had lived many past lives. But he did come to believe it, and
remembered some of his past lives. We know you are the reincarnation of
that Stephen, and that you will remember his life when your full
psychic powers develop that ability. We are concerned that it's
happening too fast for your mind and brain to handle well, as it almost
did for the previous Stephen. We don't want you to be hurt. One more
thing. He specifically told us he wanted to enjoy being a boy again,
very much. Pete has told me you have just discovered one of those joys,
that he and I shared with Stephen when we were boys. You shouldn't want
to miss more of that, which could happen when you start receiving adult
memories."
To say I was surprised, multiple times, is too much of an
understatement. These old people were like me, only bigger and older.
And they loved me. This time I knew what I was doing, when I projected
my love to them. They cried and kissed me. I cried with them. I said,
"Did Tim and Mac play with him, too?" Scholar Pete said "Yes. Chad,
too. All the old wrinkly people you know who have emotion sense, did
sex play with him, and each other. Some other friends, too. For us, I
think it's almost a necessity, to keep us emotionally healthy. I'm
giving you a special private room just for you to play in, if you want
to. He had one for that. Just remember, the other students need to
spend most of the time in their studies, so don't keep them er,
occupied too much, and the no screwing rule still applies. Got it?" I
said, "Got it. I understand the other thing, too, even if I don't
believe all of it. I'll hold back, and wait for things to happen
naturally. Is there any way I can turn off my mind reading?" Tomba said
"Unfortunately, none that we know of, that we can do. It's something
you have to learn to do yourself. We don't know of any other full
telepaths to learn that from." I said "I understand. Do you know I've
been sneaking crystals?" Pete said "No. Describe it." I did. Tomba said
to Pete, "I don't suppose there is anything practical we can do to stop
it." Pete said "We don't know what the full effect will be." Tomba said
to me, "If you feel ANY adverse effect in the slightest from your use
of crystals, please come to me right away!" I said "I will. I admit I
was a little reckless with them. I'm sorry." We hugged, and shared
love. I liked it very much, and I knew they did, too.
Goodbye for now,
Stephen
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Grant
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