Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 11:25:41 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: ST:  "Jason's Journey - Chapter Five" (bi, true)

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.