Stephen's Private Blog #5
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 #5 "Home Fun"
Dear Geenee,
I couldn't wait to get home and do it again with Ichi, but he had to
stay late for something, so I went home by myself. I sat with Tim and
asked him how was his sex play with the first Stephen. He said "Scholar
Pete told me what happened. I wasn't at the school then. I knew him
from summer camp, and the summer after that happened in school, we
found out what it was like. The previous summer, we could only feel a
little of his nut tickling projection, which we loved. So did the dogs
sitting around outside our cabin. I wouldn't have been surprised if
some birds weren't having fun, too." I laughed, picturing birds and
dogs screwing all around the cabin. He said "It didn't make us squirt,
like what you did, but it sure did help. What he did the next year was
different, when we licked his nuts, and we squirted our brains out,
without anybody touching anybody but him. That made him very popular."
I said "I'll bet!" He said, "But he already was popular, being a very
nice person. We all loved him, and he loved us. We knew, because we
could feel his love, which he didn't realize in the beginning. He
helped a lot of people. Some of them he rescued from death. We loved
him even more for that. You're a lot like him, except for one thing." I
said "What thing?" He tickled me and said, "Are you sure you want to
know?" I said through my laughter, "Yes I do!"
He said "He had a problem that most people wouldn't think was a
problem. When he had a boner, he was almost afraid people would mistake
it for a giant Sequoia tree, it was so big." I said "How big?" He
spread his hands apart real wide. I said "That's BIG! I'm glad mine
isn't so big it would kill somebody." He said "Well, yours isn't small
by any means, but I glad for you, too." We hugged until Ichi came in.
Tim grinned and said "Have fun," to us when I went with Ichi to the
bedroom. He took his clothes off, and asked me what Scholar Pete wanted
with me. I said "We talked about the first Stephen, who felt the same
about his nuts being tickled, and he gave me a room we can play in,
just like the first Stephen had and did, and told me not to spend too
much time in it, which would keep students away from their schoolwork."
He said "Wow!" I said "I've been hearing that a lot." We laughed.
Then he grabbed my nuts, and I said, "Any time you want to do that,
if I complain, don't listen to me." He laughed and said, "I'll be sure
to remember that." I said "I'm not sure I should tell you what Tim said
which made it better." Ichi said "I could make you tell me by
threatening to stop doing this, but I don't want to stop feeling it
with you." I grinned, and didn't say anything. He said "Please?" I told
him. He said "I'm not gay, but I want to find out before anybody else
does." He pushed me flat, and bent down and licked my nuts. I couldn't
believe how great it felt, all intense ticklish and exciting. I
remembered just in time to limit the projection. It was so good, I
couldn't keep still, or quiet. I heard somebody close the door. It was
probably Tim. Then Ichi groaned and squirted. I said "How does that
feel? I can feel a little of it with you, but not as much as you feel
when you squirt." He said "Did you have an orgasm in the locker room? I
thought you did." I said "Yes, but it's not like yours, and I didn't
have one just now." He said "I can't project like you do, but I have
hands which can help you." That's what he did. He had one hand on my
nuts, and one on my boner, and worked them really well, which felt
really good, until I went all stiff all over, and waves of pleasure
went trough me. After that, I said, "Oh, I LIKE that a LOT!" He grinned
and said, "I'll bet!" We laughed. We hugged each other for a while, and
I gave him my love. He noticed that, and cried. I kissed his tears
away.
Goodbye for now,
Stephen
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Grant
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