Stephen's Secure Blog #29
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. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's 2018 and
later, and he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
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 12 in this story, in the Summer after year 2 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #29 "Social Studied"
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Ichi and I woke up in a normal way for us, in each other's arms. Then
we played with each other's nuts in the link, and then made each other
squirt very happily. All that happened because before we went to bed,
Ichi's father said to me, "Please sleep with Ichiro tonight. He needs
you. I am sorry I didn't understand before." I thanked him and we
bowed. Breakfast with his parents was normal, too, with Ichi and me
being cheerful and playful. His father looked surprised and pleased,
and more so when I winked at him to tell him it was alright now. Then
he looked very thankful. Ichi had caught all that, and grinned.
After breakfast, Ichi's mother had to go to work at the hospital, and
his father wanted to know more about how we Adepts live. I said "Are
you sure you want to know? There might be some things you disagree
with, or really dislike, because like the customs everywhere else, they
can't really be fully appreciated and understood by an outsider. Some
of them might even be against the law in different places." He said "I
will keep an open mind." I said "Well, here is a test of that. I, a 12
year old boy, have done sexual things with an elderly man, and more
than one at a time, and neither I nor they are homosexual. Is that
shocking? How does the law against that work with me, who is thousands
of years old?" He said "Oh! Hmm. I am beginning to understand a little.
But not gay?" I said "We share our bodies like we share our feelings.
When you feel somebody you love in need of sexual release, that's your
feeling too, so it's natural to satisfy it, and it works much better in
a mutual way. We can't hide any of it. We know what goes on in
bedrooms, because our perceptions, which for the basic ones we can't
turn off, don't care about walls or doors. We do have rules, just like
in every society. People in bodies under 18 years, do not do any cross
gender sexual play at home, and in same sex play, no penetration. This
is to ensure good family dynamics. LIke everywhere else, out of the
home sex play among older teens can't be regulated, but we are much
more responsible than most, because everybody knows what happens, in
detail. We do not have unplanned pregnancies. We control ourselves and
our bodies too well to allow that. Committed couples are respected, and
are not usually asked to join in sexplay, but can if they want to. We
do it in groups when we can schedule it, because with our emotion
sensing and projection, the more who are involved, the better it is."
I said "We will do a little harmless experiment to show you what I
mean. I have an extra sensitivity in a particular area, and everybody
likes to feel my enjoyment with me. Ichi?" He grabbed my nuts and
played with them, while I had the link going for his father. Just for a
few seconds. Then I said, "Imagine that, only a hundred times more
intense, and added to all the other feelings and sensory inputs from
everybody in the room, which includes gay and straight girls and boys,
doing a lot of very nice things to each other, well, it's out of this
world. It can be done remotely, too. I could have included friends in
DC in the link, if I wanted to, and they wanted to be in it. One reason
why we do it is obvious, but that's just part of it. We who can have
any thing we want to, don't want to. We don't care about things, when
they are not valuable to us. All material objects are mere toys to us,
which we can make and discard at will. So, how do we celebrate some
accomplishment? With ourselves. Except for some sports like spaceball,
which is a very new thing, sexual play is pretty much all we have
available for fun. You might think that older kids, or adults, would
take advantage of younger kids. That can't happen, because all would
know. None of that happens against anybody's will, and the younger kids
control the action. We really do love each other, and can't make
ourselves harm each other, and would never want to. We can't be so
unbalanced as to want to harm ourselves, which is what it would feel
like."
"Here is an example of what I mean." I told him about what Ichi and I
did with the adult Percy after we picked him up from the ship, step by
step. Then I said, "We all had erections, and it was natural for us to
help us to take care of them. Me, being the youngest in body, made the
invitations, as was the custom. Ichi is not gay. Percy isn't gay. I
don't know which way I am yet. None of that mattered. We helped each
other to feel good, because we love each other. Here's how we really
think about it. The best thing to give somebody you love, is YOU." His
father said, "Wow!" Ichi and I grinned and said, "We hear that a lot."
Ichi said, "I don't know if you realize how hard we train and study. I
think you might have an idea of that from our martial arts
demonstrations. We train our minds even harder. We study a lot, too. We
both have many doctorates, and will have more, soon. They don't arrive
without a lot of effort. Some of our work duties can be very stressful,
as you have seen, and our responsibilities can be of life and death,
and literally earth shattering. We work VERY hard. Yin-Yang. Things
must balance. We need to play as hard as we work." I grinned and said,
"Not hard for long." He laughed, and his father smiled, too. Then Ichi
went a little too far for my taste.
Ichi said "Stephen started all this. The first Adept to be a
scientist, and psychologist. He created the Guardians, and the other
Adepts, and is still making us better. This is his vision, and we are
in it because it is right. It all could gave gone very wrong, very
easily. There is only one thing which prevented that disaster.
Stephen's love. He IS love, and you have felt it. His love helps other
people to love. It's like he teaches them that, like he teaches
psionics, only not so much with actual lessons, but with his whole
being. Even before he remembered who he was, he made a big difference
in the school. His love did that, which Pete would tell you." I said
"Enough of that. I'm the teacher here! I'm supposed to embarrass YOU,
not the other way around." I tickled him, and he tickled me, and we
rolled around on the floor making giggling fools of ourselves, with a
smiling father looking on.
The rest of my visit to Japan went much the same after that, with
nothing else unusual happening. When it was time for me to go home, we
all hugged and kissed each other goodbye, even his father, which really
impressed Ichi. After I get back home from visiting Hawk and his
family, Ichi will visit with me and sleep over once a week, at his
father's suggestion, through the summer. Ichi is very fortunate to have
such an understanding and loving father, and he knows it very well.
For my first night back home, I checked with the student status
database to see who might be available for sleepovers. Mgambe was, so I
contacted him, and he was free, so he came right over. Actually, almost
before he arrived, he was so hot to visit with me. The first thing we
did was make each other squirt, before we even said anything. While we
were resting, I said, "I didn't know you had been so lonely." He said
"I wasn't. Gay boys don't have to worry about that. We are in great
friendly demand, and I have a lot to be popular with. It's you, the
hottest of them all, which makes me so hot." I said "Oh. I didn't ask
if you were available because you are gay, because I love all the boys
for sleeping with, equally, but because you have priority with me
because of our bond with the stones. But you don't go home to Nigeria
in the summer?" He felt sad, so I hurriedly said, "I'm sorry I asked
the wrong question." He said, "That's alright. You should know. My
culture doesn't accept homosexuality. My parents love all parts of me,
except that one, which they do not even want to think about. We do love
each other, but from a distance, which is more comfortable for us.
Please don't cry for me. I love you for caring so deeply, but I have a
good life here. A great life, and I feel so fortunate I could burst
with happiness." I wiped my tears and said, "That could make a really
big mess." He laughed. We had a great loving night.
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