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JASON'S JOURNEY

This is a story about the growing up and coming of age of a typical Ohio boy 
by the name of Jason as told to me through the exchange of a series of 
Email.  It is a true story detailing true events with only the names, 
including Jason's, having been changed to protect the travellers we meet 
along the way.  We pick up where we left off in Chapter 4 with Jason having 
turned fourteen and entering grade eight and the world of girls and teen 
angst.  Comments about the story can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson 
at authorsix@hotmail.com and those who wish to correspond directly with 
Jason may do so at journeyofjason@yahoo.com

CHAPTER FIVE: GIRLS, GUYS AND COMPLICATIONS

	Several new and exciting things happen in grade eight.  First of all having 
been in the school concert band for a few years, I join the marching band 
and volunteer to become a band assistant.  Sounds important, but basically 
we are the gofers for the instructor, preparing the field for practice, 
hauling equipment, carrying water for the band, fetching reeds, and anything 
else that might come up.  Not only that, we have to be at all the practices 
and performances, including football games, band shows and parades.  And 
there are only six of us to take care of over a hundred and twenty band 
members!  One of the advantages on the other hand is that I begin meeting a 
lot of new people, all of them at least a grade older than I am.  One of the 
first is Alisa.  Alisa is only about three months older than I but in the 
grade ahead on account of my starting school later than most.  Alisa is very 
imposing in appearance, and in personality.  She is around 6'2" and more 
than two hundred pounds, and has blond hair that she keeps at shoulder 
length.  At fourteen and still growing I am five foot seven and a hundred 
and twenty-five pounds so I am totally dwarfed by her.  She is very nice and 
is pretty, and she is kind of naive about things, but  that doesn't last 
dating me, and I'm proud that I'm somewhat responsible for her 
enlightenment.
	We hit it off pretty well, and since both of us have to wait almost every 
day for a ride home from our parents, we start talking a lot, about the 
usual stuff, school, the band, parents.  One day my mother is late and I 
comment that it will suck if I have to walk home.  Well, she asks exactly 
where I live and I tell her.  A few days later I am out jumping on my 
trampoline with Chris's sister Dawn when Mom yells out that I have a phone 
call.  I get the phone and this girl on the other end asks how I am doing, 
what I am doing, and if I know who she is.  I have no clue and I keep asking 
her to tell me but she won't.
	 The next day after band Alisa and I are standing around talking like usual 
and she asks what I had done the night before.  I tell her about being on 
the trampoline with a neighbor and getting this strange call from somebody I 
don't know.  She plays it off as being really surprised and interested in 
who I thought it could be, and if I have any idea.  A few nights later I get 
a call again and we talk for a while, but the caller still will not tell me 
her name.  When I see Alisa the next day at band practice she asks again 
what I'd done the previous night, and I tell her about the phone call and 
that it is getting pretty annoying that this person is calling but wouldn't 
tell me who she is.
	Well, finally after the third call she tells me it has been she who has 
been calling and I realize that the day she'd asked me exactly where I lived 
it wasn't because she was concerned about how far I had to walk.  She'd been 
trying to figure out where I live for a while before that.  I am a little 
pissed at first, but I get over it.  I never really had people calling me up 
until that point and actually I think it is pretty cool.  We start talking 
on the phone almost every night and I start talking with some of her friends 
too.  Before long I'm on the phone every night and thinking I'm a big shit.
	Then in October her friend Sara calls me one night and tells me that Alisa 
likes me as more than a friend.  Well, I am a bit shocked, having never had 
a girlfriend and having never really been close to any girls, and now here 
is one that likes me, as more than a friend.  It is on Halloween night when 
I call her and tell her I had talked to Sara and she had told me some 
interesting things.  She keeps trying to change the subject but I keep 
coming back to talking with Sara.  I finally say that Sara said something 
that I hope is true but don't think it would be, something about her (Alisa) 
and who she likes.  She finally says that it is true and asks if I will go 
out with her.  I kind of hem and haw around a bit just to make her sweat it 
out, then say yes.
	So we begin going out together but never really do anything.  Her dad, I 
quickly find out, is super strict, and crazy.  Her parents are very 
religious and her dad is one of those people who is convinced that the 
Government is out to get us and all of that.  They don't even have cable 
because he thinks it is a way for "big brother" to keep an eye on him.  So 
other than talking to her at school between classes and at band, I don't see 
much of her, but we do talk a lot on the phone.  We are never allowed to 
talk past nine o'clock during the week, which is understandable being we are 
fourteen and we are still in school.  On weekends we can talk until ten, but 
a few times we talk until after midnight, which is a big thing for us.  One 
of those nights, as we are hanging up, I say "I love you."  She says "what?" 
and I reply "you heard me didn't you?"  She says yes but I just want to hear 
you say it again, so I do and she says it back and we hang up.  A few days 
later I tell her I heard a great song by Michael Bolton (gag) called "Said I 
love you, but I lied" and she gets really quiet and says she understands.  I 
pause and then go on to tell her the rest of the lyrics say "Cause this is 
more than love I feel inside."  She is so happy I can feel it over the phone 
wires.
	As I said, Alisa is naive about sex but I change that.  In the next town is 
a train crossing over the road on which some wit has spray painted "Save a 
tree, eat a beaver."  Well, one day she mentions that there is a beaver near 
their house, her family living in a rural area just outside of town.  Well, 
I repeat the saying, and she just stares at me totally clueless.  It is sort 
of embarrassing when I have to explain it to her, but even then she does not 
believe that beaver is another word for pussy.  Anyway, she asks her mom 
later (which is a conversation I'd love to have been able to eavesdrop on) 
and her mom confirms what I said.  Her mom is cool that way.  When Alisa and 
I are on our nightly call to each other, if we don't hang up our appointed 
time her mom or dad will pick up the downstairs extension and tell us it is 
time to hang up.  Well, one night Alisa's mom cuts in and says, "good night 
Pookie Bear, goodnight Alisa."  Well it totally embarrasses Alisa but I just 
laugh and afterward we all have a laugh about it.  I start calling her Apple 
Dumpling after that and we always have a chuckle.
	We are not together very much outside of school and band.  I do start doing 
things with her at her church which is in the next town over from us, and 
once in a while we go to the roller rink, and I go caroling with them at 
Christmas.  Her dad starts referring to me as his future son-in-law, which 
starts freaking me out, especially since I can't tell if he is joking.  I am 
only fourteen.  One time while Alisa and I are talking on the phone and I'm 
sort of playing around with myself, something I do quite often without the 
person at the other end having the slightest idea, Alisa mentions something 
about her kid brother Jimmy bugging her.  Well I begin to think about him 
and I finish jerking off there laying there in my bed talking to Alisa and 
thinking of her kid brother Jimmy.  Now I wonder what my future 
father-in-law would think of that!
	Another time when I am talking to Alisa on the phone, her dad needs to use 
it, and I really don't want to talk to her anymore again that afternoon so I 
ride my bike down to the library, which is right across from the high school 
four blocks from my house.  I am looking through CDs when Nicole, a 
sophomore trombone player who is in the same section as Alisa, comes up from 
behind me and we talk for a while.  I tell her I am avoiding Alisa and she 
laughs.  I don't really know her that well.  She is a little shorter than I 
am, maybe five foot seven or eight, and weighs well over three hundred 
pounds, maybe even close to four hundred.
	Even though I'm seeing Alisa, it doesn't stop me from checking out guys, 
something else I'm sure would shock Alisa's father.  My parents joined the 
Moose Lodge last year when I was in grade seven and I go swimming in their 
pool as often as I can, because I enjoy swimming of course, and because of 
the scenery in the locker room, mostly guys my age or younger.  When I 
change or go to the locker room to warm up, I watch the other kids getting 
ready to go swimming.  Over grade seven and eight I get to see plenty of 
dicks.  Two that are particularly memorable belong to a set of identical 
twins around ten who are identical everywhere.  Another belongs to a boy who 
is eleven or twelve, two or three years younger than I am, and has a package 
bigger than mine.  Now that is rather depressing, but I love checking him 
out all the same.
	Seeing Alisa doesn't change my jerking off habit either.  One day when I am 
in the Sears change room trying on jeans and looking at myself in the mirror 
I cannot resist the temptation.  Pushing down the jeans I am trying on and 
my underwear, I go at it while watching myself in the mirror.  The door 
closed all the way but it had no lock and anyone could have opened it.  I 
found out later there was a video camera in the change room to watch for 
shoplifters.  I did not go shopping at Sears for quite some time!  I've 
often wondered if anyone ever looked at that tape, and what they would have 
thought of seeing a fourteen-year-old boy whacking one off.
	The first time I ever do it in the restroom at the mall is right around the 
same time.  I am walking around with a friend like usual and we go to the 
food court where I see some really cute people.  Well, I work myself up 
watching them and daydreaming about getting it one with them, and I finally 
excuse myself with the pretense I have to use the restroom.  I do, but not 
for what it is intended!  It only takes a few minutes in one of the stalls 
and I come back out like nothing had happened.
	It is around this time that I start keeping a list of all of the people I 
have seen either in the bathroom, change room, or played around with.  I 
develop a letter code that I put next to the
person's name that says what I have either seen or done with the person.  
The codes are:  L-Limp, E-Erect, C-Cheeks, H-Hole, B-Balls, T-Touched, 
P-Pissing, R-Rimmed, M-Masturbated, GM-Got Masturbated, S-Sucked, GS-Got 
Sucked, F-Fucked, and GF-Got Fucked.  Each person is numbered and sometimes 
I cut up scraps of paper and write the numbers on the paper and have a 
drawing to see who I will think about while masturbating.  I then take the 
number out of the drawing and go through all of them until I have 
masturbated thinking about everyone on the list and then I start over again. 
  It is also around that time that I begin smoking, not often, but the 
occasional one.  It is a cool thing to do.
	Another major event in my eighth year is that one day after gym class I 
pass out.  One moment I am standing there and the next moment I'm flat on my 
back out cold.  When I get home and tell my mom she takes me to the doctor 
immediately and he orders a full checkup.  So, I go to see the cardiologist 
and have to wear this twenty-four-hour halter and I get a battery of EKG's 
and Cat Scans, the whole bit, but they never find out why I'd passed out, 
just like after eight years they haven't been able to find out why I've been 
having bowel problems off and on ever since I was six either.

	It is around this time that I start talking to a girl named Kay whom I have 
had a bit of a crush on since I was in third grade.  Kay is about 5'8" and 
probably 145 pounds.  She has a very nice figure until you reach her ass.  
Simply put, it is rather large.  Talk about a pear shape, well she has it.  
I mean her ass is about to take orbit around the Earth!  This thing is. . . 
.  Sorry I got off on a bit of a tangent there.  I just want it to be clear 
that she has a large ass.  Like I said before, she has a great figure 
though, large but not too large of a chest, her breasts just over a handful, 
small waist, somewhat pretty face, and an ass that just won't quit.  I've 
already mentioned that I love looking at guys' asses, and girls are no 
different, as I guess you can tell.  I am very much an ass and leg man.
	Alisa and Kay are in the same grade and pretty good friends up to this 
point and she and I start talking because of Alisa.  I actually go to Kay's 
house one day in December during a snow storm when school is canceled and 
while I am there Alisa calls to talk to Kay.  Kay of course knows we are 
seeing each other so I have to be quiet so Alisa wouldn't know I am there.  
She finds out later and she is pissed.  I also got into trouble because I 
didn't tell my parents where I was going.  And on top of all that, I rode my 
bike over to see Kay and didn't wear gloves, resulting in the tips of my 
fingers getting really frostbitten.  It wasn't that bad and only burned for 
a while, but as a result I've lost the sensitivity in the tips of my 
fingers, especially to hot and cold.
	Well, I tell Kay one night in January that I have had this crush on her for 
such a long time and she says she thought I was cute and that she would like 
to get to know me better.  She is allowed on the phone until past eleven 
p.m. and so am I so we start talking after Alisa and I hang up.  She starts 
telling me that she likes me a lot.  I, being young and foolish, start 
getting my head turned by this girl and I finally break up with Alisa at the 
end of January over the phone a day before a band competition.  I call Kay 
that night right after I hang up with Alisa and tell her that I had done it. 
  We talk for a while and I say something about losing my first girlfriend 
and getting my second in the same night.  She asks who my second is and I 
say it is her, then realize I hadn't asked her yet.  I ask her if she will 
be my date and she said let me think about it  . . .  sure.  The next day 
Alisa talks to me at the contest, but I can tell she is really crushed.
	Then in home room in front of at least fifteen other people Kay tells her 
that we are together.  Needless to say Alisa is totally embarrassed, and 
everyone in home room begins to hate me.  Of course I know why Kay did it.  
The bitch never was anywhere near as popular as she liked to think she was 
and it was her way of showing Alisa and the others just how hot she was.  
She even had the nerve to tell me the second time we went out together that 
going out with me lowered her on the social ladder.  The next time I see 
Alisa she comes storming down the hall toward me and from the look on her 
face and the way she is moving I'm scared shitless.  She just pushes past 
me, grabs the papers she has to pick up, and storms off.  We try to be 
friends after that, but it doesn't really go all that well.
	Kay comes to my house one day after school, a few days after we start going 
out together and doesn't tell her parents and so she gets grounded.  We 
aren't allowed to talk on the phone for thirty days, and she has to come 
straight home every day after school.  She calls me a few nights later while 
her parents are out shopping and tells me she has a few minutes to talk.  We 
have a pretty good talk, but her parents try to call while we are on the 
phone and she gets caught, which does not please them at all.  On Valentines 
Day I send her a carnation through the school.  We walk home that day and 
stop to talk for a few minutes outside of my house.  I would walk from the 
school with her to my house since mine was on  the way to her house and then 
she would walk the extra few blocks to her house.  The next day she calls to 
break up with me, that fucking bitch, after telling me how much she liked me 
and being responsible for me breaking up with Alisa.  I think she was going 
to do it on V-day, but lost the nerve.  I find out a few days later that she 
started seeing a guy that same night she broke it off with me and that he'd 
just broke up with another friend of mine, Nicole.
	I am devastated, but I guess what comes around goes around and karma came 
back and bit me hard on the ass.  I am also very pissed and this is the 
first time I ever plotted revenge, but not the last.  I come up with a plan 
over the next few months where I would get her to go out with me again and 
destroy her like she did to me.  There is a saying that hell knows no fury 
like a woman scorned.  Well, the same could be said about a teenage boy.

	Meanwhile James and I continue playing around, watching porn videos and 
jacking off in front of each other, him still always under the blanket, and 
things are slowly progressing.  Once, we are joking around and I tell him to 
suck my dick.  He closes his eyes and opens his mouth and I slip my dick in 
really quick. He goes down and up one time and then pulls off.  That is the 
one and only time I ever put my dick in his mouth.  James and I watch the 
"Hellraiser" movies all the time.  One day we are watching the first movie 
on my bed and I fall asleep right next to him.  It feels really good being 
close to him.  His clothes always have this great smell.  I'm not sure what 
kind of detergent his mother uses but every time I smell someone who uses 
it, I think of James.
	Another day, we are laying on my bed and I start acting like I am humping 
him through his clothes and start to take his pants down. He resists but I 
persist and finally get them down, but only in the back which is fine with 
me.  I do love to look at asses.  I spread his checks and see his beautiful 
hole.  I love it.  I start rubbing my dick up and down his crack and then 
slip it between his legs and poke his balls.  He freaks out a bit, but 
doesn't resist.  I keep poking his balls with my dick until he pulls away.  
I finish myself by jacking off and come all over my stomach. We do this 
several times for a few weeks after and I love seeing his balls between his 
legs.
	Then things start turning sour between us.  He begins having the standard 
guilt issues about what we are doing.  It is fun while it lasts but as soon 
as we are done he says he will never do it again.  We eventually have a 
fight over it.  It begins as a typical day.  We get together and do our 
usual thing and then go out and sit on the trampoline and talk.  Our class 
trip to Washington, D.C. is coming up and as James went the year before, he 
tells me about some of the things that we'll be seeing.  Then as usual all 
the guilt issues instilled in him as a child by his religion come to the 
surface and James begins to say how we really shouldn't be doing what we are 
doing and that he doesn't know why he keeps doing it and is his usually 
guilty, whining self.
	"If you don't like it, then why don't you just get the hell out?" I finally 
explode, having enough of his guilt trip.  Leaping off the trampoline, I 
grab my bike and take off for Chris's house.  The two of us go for a bike 
ride and as we're coming back home up the alley next to Kyle's house, James 
steps up and blocks us.  His eyes are blazing and he's scowling with anger.  
He reaches out and grabs my bike and it is so unexpected I go flying.  Well, 
I get up and start to chase him, just as angry as he is, but he gets away.  
That is the beginning of a block war with me, Chris, Dawn, Mike and a few of 
their friends totally against James, David, Derek, Kurt and a few others.  
It goes on for a few weeks and gets progressively worse.  It ends when Chris 
chases James down, picks him up off his bike and slams him down onto the 
gravel in the alley.  James tries to get up and Chris grabs him by the belt 
and wails on his kidneys then trips him down a small hill next to the alley. 
We all get to see it and we make fun of him for quite some time afterward.  
Myself I love seeing James get his ass kicked.  It feels good, and is the 
first inkling I have that sex ruins everything, even between the best of 
buddies.

	Toward the end of my eighth grade year, I start falling for another girl in 
my class named Christine, with whom I have a real love-hate (more hate 
actually) relationship.  We are the only two baritone sax players in the 
seventh and eighth grade and so have known each other for a while.  Our 
class goes to Washington, D.C. in May, about a month after James and I have 
our big fight and quit talking to each other.  It is a four-day trip and we 
get to see the inside of the Capitol and the monuments and we travel to 
Gettysburg, which sparks an interest in me for the Civil War. Christine and 
I hang out with each other while we are there and really form a friendship.  
When we get back home, we keep talking at school and eventually start 
hanging out for the rest of the school year and over the summer, going on 
bike rides to the park and just sitting around at the playground and talking 
and stuff like good friends do.

	Over the summer they add some rooms to each of the schools, moving the 
grade five classes to the three elementary schools and the grade seven and 
eight classes to the building by the city park where we have band practice 
and where I'd taken grades five and six.  That August, the beginning of my 
Freshman year, we start marching band again.  I march Tenor Sax and as luck 
will have it, Kay is in the spot directly behind me.  Last year she'd talked 
me into taking French since that was what she was taking, so I tell her that 
I'm having problems and ask if she might help me sometime.  The trick works 
and we start talking and she says she is sorry about breaking it off with me 
and I say it is okay and that I don't hold any grudges.  Huh, if she only 
knew!  I start turning on my charm and acting like I still care about her so 
much and I ask if we could get together some time and tell her to call me.  
She does a few days later and we start talking on the phone again.  This 
goes on for a few weeks and we start going out again in late September or 
maybe October.  That fall Christine begins to go out with a guy by the name 
of George who is in the class ahead of us, and Mike and I continue to get 
together a couple times a month to satisfy our sexual needs.

	Kay and I start doing things together again, going to different school 
functions, going to dances, sitting together on band trips, and that sort of 
thing that teenagers supposedly in love do.  I also start going over to her 
house where we go to a room in the basement that is her room to hang out in 
with friends.  We have been together for a few weeks and are sitting on her 
front porch on the swing talking and she suddenly asks me if I ever kissed 
anyone before and my heart skips a beat.  I know this is finally it, I am 
going to get to kiss someone, even if it is this bitch that I am seeing just 
to get even with.  We end the night with a very nice kiss, nothing strong 
and passionate, but gentle and loving, followed by a second kiss.  I float 
the whole way home.  When I get in, my parents can tell something is up but 
they don't know what, except I am all starry eyed and happy, totally not 
myself.  Of course they know I've been over seeing Kay and they know what it 
is like to be fifteen, so I suspect they have a pretty good idea what is 
causing my mood.
	I realize that I am starting to have feelings for Kay again, and I realize 
I cannot let myself let these feelings get in the way.  My suck, fuck and 
jack off sessions with Mike help me keep perspective, and Christine helps 
too.  While I'm going out with Kay and sneaking the rents' condoms and 
humping with Mike after we suck each other's dick a while, Christine and I 
are getting closer even though she is going out with George.  When you are a 
teenager life can be complicated.

	My hair is slowly turning from a light brown to a darker brown and it is in 
my Freshman year that I decide to let it grow out.  Right now it is just 
past my collar and hangs down into my eyes.  The teachers are always 
bitching because I wear it down in my face covering my eyes.  This is a 
horrible transition phase, too long to keep it neat, too short to pull it 
back into a tail.  It is a real bitch with the band hat because we aren't 
allowed to have our hair hanging out.  I have to moose it and spray it, pull 
it up into these three little tails and stuff it up into the hat. God forbid 
if it ever falls off!
	It is also during this time that Nicole and I start to form a very close 
friendship, a friendship that starts one day at a band section dinner.  
Until then we'd talked a bit in band, but nothing much.  Every year, the 
sections go out to dinner as a way of getting to know the new freshmen and 
letting them get to know the upper classmen.  We only have three people in 
our section and the trombones only have five so we decide to combine 
sections for the dinner.  Alisa isn't allowed to go because of her dad being 
so strict, and the other guy in my section had to work that night so it was 
me, Nicole, Pete, and two girls in my grade that play trombone.  Nicole is 
the only one that has her licence, so she picks us all up and drops us off 
after.  She picks me up first even though Pete lives closer to her.  I find 
out that she wanted to spend as much time with me as possible.
	We go to Damon's for the dinner and then decide to go out to some other 
places, but Pete has to stop at home and ask his mom if he can go.  It is 
all part of Nicole's plan to get rid of him because nobody likes him.  Well, 
he isn't allowed to go with us so it is me and the three girls and we go to 
Friendly's for ice cream and then to McDonald's for cookies and to play on 
the kids toys.  We drop the other two off and Nicole and I go for a drive 
and talk  about everything, band, relationships, school, whatever comes up.  
I haven't been with anyone since Kay, and Nicole knows Kay and how she broke 
up with me the same time Nicole's ex broke up with her and then those two 
were together the next day, so we do have common ground between us.  Like I 
said, when you are a teenager life can be complicated.
	After the section dinner, we start talking quite a bit.  Actually we talk 
on the phone for hours, some times all night.  She seems very nice and we 
hit it off great.  One time we both fall asleep and I wake up around four 
a.m. and hear this God awful snoring.  The next day I start making fun of 
her about it and she says she dropped the phone on the floor and it was the 
dog snoring.  I still bring it up every now and then just to get a rise out 
of her.  Another time, it is probably three a.m., I think a Friday night, I 
fall asleep just as she starts opening up her soul to me, saying how she 
really cared about me and loved me.  I wake up when she asks me what I think 
about what she had just said.  I confess that I had fallen asleep and didn't 
hear what she said and beg her to repeat what she said.  She won't.  I 
wonder what would have happened if I had been able to stay awake.
	She is a very strong Methodist and I start going to church with her, the 
same church Kay goes to, because of this contest they are having trying to 
get youth involved.  If they are able to get thirty youth to attend for 
three weeks in a row, they get to throw a pie in the face of the youth 
advisors.  Once the contest is over, I continue going with Nicole. That is 
how I get involved with the church and start doing the whole church thing 
once again.
	That October Nicole is in a very bad car wreck on the way home from school. 
  A friend is driving, I think with seven people in the car, and the car 
stalls crossing one of the main streets in town.  Another car slams into 
their car and spins it around up into the grass across the street. They need 
the jaws of life to get them out and they are all hurt very badly.  It takes 
Nicole a very long time to be able to walk again and she has to have many 
surgeries to correct the problems.
	Well, one day in February Nicole and I go to a church meeting for a youth 
trip we are going on in April.  Nicole drops me off at my house around nine 
o'clock and we sit in her car for a while talking.  Our conversation gets 
around to the topic of relationships and kissing and love and that sort of 
thing.
	I lean over and get right in her face, inches away from her mouth and say, 
"what would you do if I weren't with Kay?  Let's just pretend I'm not for 
right now."
	Well, Nicole kisses me, with a lot of tongue, something new for me.  She is 
very forceful and it kind of freaks me out.  It is just that one kiss, but I 
know right then and there I will have to tell Kay about it.  A few days pass 
and Nicole and I talk about me having to tell Kay what we'd done and despite 
my plans for revenge I am a little hesitant.  Despite all my efforts, I 
can't help having feelings for her.  I finally go to her house and tell her 
I have something important to talk to her about and that it might upset her. 
  She is sitting on the couch with her legs pulled up and she hugs her legs 
in front of her as I tell her about the kiss.  She puts her head down on her 
knees and starts crying and despite my original plans for her I feel like 
shit.  She says she will forgive me for this time, and tells me I have three 
strikes and I have just used one of them.  Now if that isn't just giving a 
guy a license to cheat!
	Over the five or six months we are together, Kay and I become more and more 
intimate.  I go over to her house as often as I can and we talk on the swing 
on the porch, or in her living room, or in her room downstairs.  Sometimes I 
just sit while she plays the piano in the entry room.  She thinks she is 
this God of piano, and while she's better than I am, she's not really all 
that great.  When her parents are out, we make out a lot of times on the 
wraparound sectional couch in the living room.  We are caught a few times 
doing stuff.  One night we are in the basement room on the floor in front of 
the couch dry humping, which is what we call having sex while fully clothed. 
  I am on the bottom and she is rocking back and forth on top of me, and she 
is moaning rather loudly.  Actually, she sounds like a damn porn star the 
way she is going, and I'm finding it rather irritating.  Anyway, her dad 
comes down the steps and sees us and just clears his throat and goes back up 
the steps.  I almost die!  When I leave that night, I just quickly go 
through the living room, say goodbye to her parents, and take off out to my 
bike.  I am very uncomfortable around them for a while after that.
	Another time, we are in the basement and she is sucking on my chest and 
gives me a hickey.  I don't think anything of it, until I have to go and 
have an Echocardiogram.  Ever since that blacking out episode in grade 
eight, I've been seeing doctors regularly.  Well the nurse asks what 
happened, and thankfully Mom is out of the room at the time.  It is 
embarrassing enough for a fifteen-year-old boy to explain that to a nurse in 
private!  Anyway, I go back over to Kay's house after and the shirt I am 
wearing has a very loose collar.  I had worn it to Chris's house earlier and 
his mom was watching the TV guide channel and waiting for a channel to come 
up.  When it did, I jumped in front of the TV to block it, horsing around 
like teenage boys do, and she grabbed at my shirt to try to get me out of  
the way and stretched the shirt out beyond belief.  The shirt has the 
Tasmanian Devil on it and I know Kay's dad loves Tazz so I wore it that day. 
  I don't realize it is so low and when he asks me what I did to my chest I 
look down, having no idea what he is talking about, and when I do, I have no 
idea what to say.  Before I can come up with a response, Kay grabs me and 
pulls me to the basement, like that isn't an obvious answer.  Same thing 
that night, when I leave I just kind of put my head down and shuffle out the 
door.  Looking back now it is all kind of funny though at the time I am 
embarrassed as hell.
	Anyway as the days go by, I start thinking that I still have two strikes to 
use so I might as well get using them.  When the weather is nice enough, 
Christine and I go the dugouts at the park and make out.  While her friend 
keeps a lookout for George, who lives only a mile away, or for anyone else, 
Christine and I lie on the bench of the dugout and grind and rub against 
each other.  We usually just go at it, with very little kissing or any other 
type of playing around, making ourselves feel good being our prime 
objective.
	Finally in March, I decide it is time to drop Kay on her big fat ass.  I 
have lead her on for almost six months and have her eating out of my hand.  
It is so bad, at that point she probably would have forgiven me if she would 
have walked in on me fucking someone in her own bed.  I have her thinking I 
love her with all my heart and would never hurt her, so I know the time has 
come.  Christine and I have been talking about us breaking up with our 
others and starting to date each other, giving me added incentive.  So, I 
finally call Kay up shortly after her birthday, which seems fitting after 
what she'd done to me, and tell her that things are over between us and that 
I can't go on being with her.  She is plenty upset and starts to cry and I 
hang up.

	April 2 is the big Wrestlemania XI event with Diesel defending his world 
title against Shawn Michaels, and of course being a big wrestling fan, I 
watch the match on TV.  An added attraction is Pamela Anderson, a former 
Playmate and current star on Baywatch, accompanying Diesel to the ring, and 
Jenny McCarthy, another former Playmate, accompanying Michaels.  My eyes 
though are not on the two former Playmates, but on the honorary time keeper, 
Jonathan Taylor Thomas, who plays the role of Randy, the middle son on Home 
Improvement, and the first celebrity I've ever had the hots for.  I love 
Home Improvement and am particularly drawn to him, being such a hottie, 
especially this season with his hair grown out, and being just two years 
younger than I am.  This night he looks so damn sexy in his tux.  It makes 
for a great evening and a great jerk off fantasy!

	Christine breaks up with George shortly after I break off with Kay and her 
and I start officially dating around two weeks later.  It is a real 
whirlwind relationship and we get into it hot and heavy.  One day I take 
Christine out to church for one of the youth events, as a friend as far as 
my parents think.  The rents pick us up about nine and Christine and I sit 
in the middle seat of the van since the back is full of groceries.  It is a 
four-mile trip home from the church and we reach over and hold hands.  Mom 
happens to turn around as we pass under a street lamp, and thinking she saw 
us holding hands, she turns to have a good look.  We have just enough time 
to let go and just leave our hands beside each other so as not to look 
suspicious.
	"I thought I saw you two holding hands," she says with a smile.  "You 
already have a girlfriend, Jason."
	Whenever I break up with a girl I don't know why but my parents have to 
stick their noses into it and there is always a big fight so I have no 
desire to let Mom know I'd broken up with Kay at the moment and was ready to 
let the girlfriend comment ride, but Christine pipes up and replies, "Jason 
doesn't have a girlfriend anymore."
	Well, we drop Christine off at her house eight blocks away from ours and I 
swear WW3 breaks loose.   Mom tells me that I can't just drop people I've 
made a commitment to just like that, and I reply, "hey, it's my life.  I 
have the option of who I date, and who I drop like a sack of potatoes!"  I'm 
helping bring in the groceries and just happen to be carrying the potatoes 
at the time, and drop the sack with a loud bang.  I'm fourteen and have a 
weird sense of humor and figure at the time it is pretty funny.  We get into 
a yelling match for close to two hours over it, and it continues for the 
next couple days.  Mom even phones Kay's parents and they tell her that Kay 
has been crying ever since, which really makes Mom pissed at me.  I feel bad 
about her being that upset, but you don't fuck with Jason Spencer.  I don't 
think to mention to Mom how the bitch had done the same thing to me a year 
earlier.  They just can't understand that it is my life and my decision.  
They still can't accept it and I am 26 years old now, but that is another 
issue.
	Well, after that event, as soon as Christine and I are alone from then on 
we are almost always all over each other.  One Sunday afternoon while we are 
talking on the phone, Christine starts talking dirty about what she wants to 
do to me, and she tells me to masturbate as she tells me what she is doing.  
Well, I push down my jeans and underwear and begin stroking as she tells me 
that she is kissing me, and then kissing her way down my chest, licking each 
of my nipples, working her way to my stomach and then slowly undoing my 
jeans button.  She tells me she pulls down the zipper with her teeth.  After 
a long, slow rub with her hand, she says she slowly pulls my underwear down. 
  As I pop out, she says she takes my dick in her hand and slowly strokes 
me, dragging her nail lightly down my shaft, and then plays with my balls.  
Well, I can't take any more and I begin gushing like Old Faithful.  That is 
the only time I've ever had phone sex.  My journey is becoming more and more 
interesting as the months go by, and is about to become even more so.

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