Stephen's Private Blog #9
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.
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, near the end ofSummer after end of year 1
of his special school.
Stephen's Private Blog #9 "It's Not Really That Bad"
Dear Geenee,
I can swim now! We had lessons at the pool, and I found the different
strokes interesting enough to try them. Well, suppose you fall in the
water by accident, and don't feel like drowning? It's good security
training to be able to save yourself. Once I figured out the physics of
it, learning how to swim was easy. There was a little problem, though.
Not with me, but with the lifeguard/instructor. To pass one of the
tests, you have to hold your breath under the water for a minimum of
one minute. Some of us could do that longer. I could do it longer than
anybody, and proved it, which caused some excitement. Not in
celebration, but in an emergency rescue. He pulled me up at two
minutes. I said, "Why did you do that? Couldn't you see me waving?" He
said "I thought you were drowning." I said "Did you ever see a drowning
person smile and wave at you?" He said, "Well, no. Ah, how long do you
think you could have gone?" I said "I don't know. I never tried. Two
more minutes, at least. Want to find out?" He said "No, you've passed
the test." I said "Alright." He walked away, shaking his head. Maybe he
had some water in his ears.
Because I passed all the swimming tests, I could go in and on the
ocean. I did both, the first time, but not in that order, and not
entirely voluntarily. We went out in a canoe. I was the strongest of
us, so I was in the back in the power paddling position. Unfortunately,
the boy in the middle decided to stand up. We tipped over. I had seen
this happen before, so it wasn't really a surprise. When that happens,
we are supposed to hold onto the floating canoe and wait to be rescued.
I decided to do something else. A different way of swimming. I had seen
a TV show about dolphins, and wanted to try it their way. I tried a few
turns around the canoe, and found out it doesn't work well for humans,
unless you point your feet sideways, which most people can't do. I
could, because of dance class. I found out if you want to be able to
steer better, you need to keep your arms by your sides, and steer with
your hands. That works best at high speed. At slow speeds, you just
turn your whole body. I wiggled my body in an up and down way, less
than you might think, but rapidly, and I practically shot through the
water. My sensitive hearing helped with some echolocation, but if I had
my clicker with me, set on automatic, it would have been great. If you
time it right, you can swim under the water, and jump a little out of
it and exhale and inhale before you go back under. That's what I tried,
and it worked.
We were only about 100 meters from the beach, and the water was only
a little over 3 meters deep where the canoe was. I decided to dolphin
swim to the beach. I went so fast, I didn't need to take a breath,
before I had to stop, so the sand wouldn't scratch my skin off. It
wasn't until I started to stand up, that I found out my swim suit was
still in the water somewhere out there, behind me. One of the
counselors noticed, and came over with a towel. I wrapped it around me
and said, "Thanks. I'm a naturist, so it doesn't bother me, but silly
rules are silly rules." He grinned and slapped me on the back, and I
said, "Ouch! Sunburn." He said, "Oh. Sorry. I noticed how fast you
swam. How long have you been doing that, and do you compete?" I said "I
learned how to swim yesterday. I just decided to try something
different today. It worked." He said "It sure did!" I said "Too bad it
won't work in the pool. I'd bash my brains out. I'd like to keep them
were they are." He laughed. I said "Shouldn't somebody be going out to
rescue my friends?" He pointed and said, "They are." I waved to them.
The counselor, a CIT, said, "Let's go get something for your back."
We went to his station on the beach, and he rubbed some lotion on my
back. I said "That feels SO good! I wish you could to that all over."
He said "Me too." Then I noticed he had a boner. I said "I'm not ready
to do it for real, but if you want to play around, I'm all for it." His
boner jumped. He said "Unfortunately, it isn't allowed, and there isn't
any safe place to do it in secret." I said "I could ask my counselor.
We are open about it in my cabin." His boner jumped again. I said "I
think you need to do something about your boner, before YOU need
another swim suit." He grinned, and said, "Right on!" We sat down and
talked a while, to when it was safe for him to stand up. We went to the
camp director, who's name is Jeremy, and asked if they had any spare
swimsuits. He came back with one in my size and said, "Your great
grandfather, my brother, wore a blue speedo. Made him very popular." I
said "With what he packed in it, I'll bet!" We grinned, and the CIT who
had helped me, had another boner. I said to Jeremy, "Can I have him
over to my cabin before lights out? We can't have him going around like
that all day. I want to take care of it for him." He said with a smile,
"It's against the rules." I said with my own grin, "What would Gramps
have said and done about that?" He said to Dexter, "What about it,
Dex?" He said "Oh God!" Jeremy said, "Well, that's an answer I can
relate to." He turned to me and said, "Just leave him enough strength
to get back to his cabin." He said to Dex, "See you later." Dex left.
Jeremy said, "I've had reports about you, from the school. You're a lot
like him. I trust you to be in control of the situation. Any situation
you're in, actually. Go and have fun."
Did I EVER have fun! So did Dex. He came (LOL) to my cabin an hour
before lights out. I had told everybody, and our counselors thought it
was very amusing. I heard him first, and went out to meet him. I said
"Close your eyes, and I'll lead you in." He did, and then I told him to
look. He did, and almost fainted in shock. All my friends were naked
and doing sexual things to each other, where he could see. That made
him have an instant jumping boner. Then the boys all came over and
helped him undress, and I did it too. Then we stood him in the middle
of the floor, and ran our hands and mouths all over him until he was
about to squirt. Then I made everybody stop. Then we did it again, till
he was almost ready to squirt, and then we stopped. The third time, we
let him squirt, and it went high and far, 5 times, and he made some
loud noises. We helped him lie down on the blankets on the floor. I
said "Hey guys, how did it feel?" Andy said, "I could feel some of what
he felt, through you. It was great. I can't wait till I can do that
myself." The other boys agreed. I said to Dex, "Want to try it again,
sometime?" He gasped and said, "Absolutely!" We laughed. I said "Day
after tomorrow, same time. Alright? Don't worry about saving it up. It
won't stop us if you don't."
I don't know if he did save it, but it didn't stop us in the least.
He came in, and I said, "Something different, this time. In fact, it's
so different, you might not believe it's happening." Naturally, his
boner was jumping all over. I grinned. We all undressed, and I laid
down on the blankets. Andy said, "Lick his nuts, for a great surprise."
Dex didn't hesitate even a fraction of a second, and went right to it.
I mean, them. He was very good, and I was trying not to scream my head
off with pleasure. I was broadcasting it all around the room, and the
other boys were helping each other. I tried to last as long as I could,
but soon I felt the orgasm coming on, but it was different than before.
More intense, and then my insides exploded out of my penis, in hot
fiery pleasure. That's what it felt like, when I squirted clear fluid
up and onto my chest. It felt terrific! That made everybody in the room
have their own orgasms, even our counselors. Dex was exhausted, and
covered in his own sperm, and I had some of it on me, too. I was
exhausted, too, but I said, "I think that wasn't too bad." There was a
lot of weak laughter. Howard, our CIT said, "I'm going over to Dex's
cabin, and tell the counselor he'll be sleeping here tonight. I'll
probably stay there, to take his place. He's not in any condition to
leave here for a while." He left with a very big grin. We cleaned up,
and all slept together on the blankets on the floor, hugging each
other. Dex was in the middle, and loving it. I broadcast my love, and
there was a lot in return, which continued throughout the night.
Goodbye for now,
Stephen
--
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Grant
|
|