Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 00:45:23 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Jason's Journey - Chapter 8" (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 travelers we meet
along the way.  We pick up where we left off in Chapter 7 with Jason now
nineteen and heading off to University in search of new friends and new
adventures and just plain having fun with a new confidence and acceptance.
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 EIGHT: HIGH HOPES, HOMESICKNESS AND HORNINESS

     So that fall I head off for college like thousands of other high
school grads and enter the U of Akron as a music major, looking forward to
making new friends and being off on my own.  The college is less than an
hour away so I will still be going home for weekends so it isn't as if I'm
going to be making a total break.  I move into the dorms the week before
classes start because of band camp.  Then this one time at band camp. . . .
Sorry, had to add that.  My roommate, Sam, is also in the band and he moves
in the day after I do.  We do not get along at all, practically from day
one, and it isn't long before I'm leaving right after classes on Friday and
returning to the dorms Sunday evening just to be away from him.  I am a
very private person and don't want people bothering me.  I've had my own
bedroom ever since I was born, and ever since my older brother left home
back the summer I turned nine, I've actually had my whole house to myself.
Sam on the other hand doesn't mind people all around him and wants to make
friends and to party.
     Sam is short and fat, 5'5" and over 200 pounds, and has short, brown,
nappy hair and glasses.  He has a very small dick.  I see it one day when
he is getting ready for a shower, and the sight makes me sick actually.  I
catch him jacking off several times when he doesn't think I am going to be
home.  I am a very quiet person in most everything I do.  I am not sneaky.
I just tread very lightly, and so I am always scaring people who don't know
I am there.  The first time I come in he has his pants around his legs and
is lying on his bunk and almost falls off trying to cover himself with his
sheet.  I drop some stuff off and tell him I am going for a walk and will
be back in about twenty, unless he wants more time.  He doesn't answer and
I just leave.
     Another time, after I go to bed, he is watching the movie "Breast Man"
with David Schwimmer.  It is a stupid movie and if you haven't seen it
don't waste your time.  It is about the guy who invented the breast implant
and there are a lot of useless boob shots.  I have been laying there for
some time trying to get to sleep and I am just about to drop off, probably
around one a.m., when I hear his sheets rustling.  I crack my eyes open and
see him going at it while they are showing some of the boob jobs on the
movie.  In that I'm not turned on and make no attempt to join him shows the
extent of my dislike for him.
     I had been hoping I would get a cool roommate that would be into some
of the same stuff I am and I am disappointed, and, being my first time away
from family and friends, I get feeling pretty homesick and depressed.  I
still have my lottery sheet of people I've seen and done stuff with, and my
matching chart from the dream I had, and use them for my jerk off
fantasies, but with access now to high speed Internet, a huge change from
Webtv, I gradually put them aside and wind up jacking every night at my
computer either to pictures or stories.  That is when I really start
reading Internet porn.  It is on a Home Improvement story that I read the
term "hiney hole" and I've loved the term ever since.  I start out thinking
that everything you read is true and when I read a story called "Teen Idols
Cum Together" by Teen Luver I can't believe it.  It has JTT, Zach Bryan,
and Devon Sawa at an autograph signing and getting it on together and it
totally blows me away.  Actually, reading stories about guys in similar
circumstances to myself helps me embrace who I am and realize that being bi
is okay, which really helps me because of how open people are on the
campus.  That is especially true of the stories by Comicality, one of the
first set of stories I read.  His stories really touch me and help me
through a lot of stuff that is going on in my head.  It is through
Comicality that I learn about Nifty.  I'd never thought about stories like
that being on the net.  One of first stories I read at Nifty is about the
Hanson brothers, "The Hanson Brother Orgy," by the Dream Spinner,
J.O. Dickingson, which I find particularly hot considering my earlier
misunderstanding about their sexual identify, and which brings me hours of
delightful fantasizing and jerking off.
     Having read some really good stories at Nifty and on Comicality's and
Jax Finn's sites, I figure I can write just as well.  I have a lot of
experiences after all, and a wild imagination filled with fantasies and
great ideas.  So I sit down at the computer and lay out a story and begin
to write, but I just can't get it to sound right.  Everything is too cliche
or just sounds dumb.  One of the stories I start writing is based loosely
on the song "In My Dreams" by REO Speedwagon and how I felt about Jessica.
I base it on some of the events in my senior year.  As I mentioned, I was
in the show choir pit.  One day we had a performance in Indiana, a
five-hour drive by bus, and we sucked big time, ending second to last.  In
my story Jess, who is in the regular choir in real life, asks the director
if she can come along with us.  She and I end up alone in the room and
start talking and one thing leads to another but that is as far as I get,
up to the sex, which I find I just cannot write.  All of my stories end
with "insert sex scene here" and I can't go any further.
     Sam and I begin getting into fights all the time.  I have a computer,
a $1000 Acer with a huge six Gb hard drive and 64Mb of Ram, right up to the
minute.  Besides that I have more than $500 worth of CD's, more than $600
worth of text books, a TV, VCR, Boombox and a $3500 saxophone in the room.
I come back to the dorm one day and he has the room wide open and he isn't
even on the same floor.  I know he doesn't have his keys with him so I lock
the door and take off to Canton to do some shopping.  When I come back
about an hour later, he is still trying to figure out how he can get in.
That is our first major blowup.
     My first class of the day is at 7:45 so I try to get to sleep by
midnight.  He and his friends think nothing of coming back to the room at
3:30 in the morning and talk and laugh and wake me up.  I finally tell them
to shut the hell up and get out of the room and that I need to be up in
three hours because I actually care about my classes.  They leave and the
next day we have it out again.  We finally get together with the Residence
Adviser and make up a list of room rules that we have to abide by.

     On the way home each weekend, I get off the highway a few exits before
my stop and drive through a very secluded part of the county that I love
driving through.  There are probably fifteen houses on that ten-mile
stretch of road.  I always have a sock with me and I whip it out and jack
off while driving through the woods and shoot in the sock.  When I get
home, I just put it with the rest of my dirty clothes and go on my way.  It
gets to be a regular habit.  I find it really exciting to do it in public
like that.  I don't know if it is because it's daring, because I'm an
extrovert when it comes to sex, or if I'm just a free spirit.  Maybe it is
a bit of all three.  One time a guy walking along the side of the road
flags me down to ask where the road goes.  I almost have a heart attack as
he waves me over.  Luckily I just have my fly open instead of having my
pants down to my knees like I sometimes do.  I have just enough time to
pull my shirt over my dick so he won't see anything.  As he comes over to
the car and I roll down the window I am sweating and squirming, afraid I
might make a wrong move and reveal myself, and I keep thinking of my stiff
dick sticking out of my pants during our conversation.  I am worried, but I
have to admit it is rather exciting too.

     Kenny stops over one night when I am home for the weekend.  We go up
to my room and watch one of the porn movies I had taped off the old
satellite dish.  It is a straight movie, but he is getting off looking at
the guys.  Kenny tells me he's had no sexual experience with anybody before
he and I got together.  He also tells me that the first person he told that
he is gay is his best friend from elementary school, who is a drummer in
the band and just plain fuckable.  This boy is a blond god, about my
height, built, 140 pounds, baby face, tight stomach, great ass, and nice
package from what I can tell through his clothes.  Oh my God if I could
just. . . .  I better stop here.  I'm drooling all over the keyboard.
Kenny tells me that he saw this boy in his underwear and that he had a nice
bulge but nothing ever happened between them.  Kenny told this boy that he
was attracted to him and it kind of freaked him out and they lost touch.
He did respect Kenny's privacy and secret though, which I thought was very
commendable.
     Well we are both feeling horny and push down our pants and underwear
and stroke each other for a few minutes but are then interrupted by a visit
from another of my friends.  I go down to talk with him and then tell him I
have to go.  When I get back to my room, Kenny already has his dick put
away and is getting ready to leave.  I am rather upset.  I had not been
gone that long and was looking forward to doing something with him.

     Thanksgiving is always a big time of year for our family and really
the only time aside from July 4th that we all get together.  That first
year at college I am especially looking forward to coming home for the
weekend and having dinner at Grandma's.  I have a cousin who has four kids,
three boys and a girl in that order, another couple looking for a certain
sex that couldn't get it right.  Their ages are sixteen, fourteen, twelve,
and ten.  I always thought the youngest boy, Jerry, a really thin boy with
light brown hair and an angelic face, was really cute.  The three boys, my
seven-year-old nephew Eric, and I are in the library looking at pictures.
  It is kind of a family tradition while the adults visit for the kids to
go into the library at Grandma's and look at the family pictures on the
wall and for the younger ones to ask who was who and for the older ones to
tell them.  I was always asking my older cousins and this year I am the
oldest cousin there and so I am answering the questions as best I can.
     Eventually we move on to looking through some of Grandma's books.
Jerry spots a book on the very top shelf called "Sex: The facts, the acts,
your feelings."  I have been through that book cover to cover by that time
and know everything that is in it.  I am the only one that can reach the
book so they all say they want me to get it down for them.  I tease them
and say that I don't think it is a book they would like, and then that it
is a book they probably shouldn't be looking at and that I shouldn't, but
of course I get it down for them eventually, recalling my first look at the
forbidden pictures in that library.  Guess that is another family
tradition.
     They flip through the book looking at the pictures and I start
laughing at them and how intent they are.  They come to a shot with a
teenage boy front and back, and the next page has a teenage girl front and
back.  I point to the girl and say that is probably what Jerry looks like.
He gets really defensive and points to the boy and says that is what he
has.  I teasingly say, "Oh yeah? Prove it."  He reaches for his zipper and
looks at me expecting me to stop him but I have no intention of doing so.
He pulls his zipper down and pulls his penis out through his fly for a
quick second, then puts it away.  I am a little shocked that he felt he had
to prove it and that he actually did it in front of all of us.  He had to
know I was only teasing.
     Jake, the oldest, is a large boy, 5'10 and a solid 170 pounds.  His
family lives on a farm and he is a strong, hard worker.  He has short,
light brown hair like his brother but a rounder face.  I ask him if he
wants to come to my house and we can watch some movies.  He says sure, gets
permission, and we take off for my place.  I love our family functions but
I always drive myself to them so I can get out at a sensible time.  So we
go to my house and go to my room.  I put on one of the movies I taped from
the dish that I'm certain will get Jake aroused.  The first scene is three
guys and three girls.  The one couple goes into a different room and begin
sucking and fucking.  The other four stay in the first room and do the
same.  The women start kissing each other as they are getting fucked and
there is some anal action going on as well.  The second scene is a huge
orgy by a pool.  There has to be at least forty people involved sucking and
fucking every which way possible.
     After a while, I suggest we take a drive to the Dairy Mart, an all
night convenience store, to get a few magazines.  Mom is home from
Grandma's and we tell her we are going to get a bit to eat at one of the
fast food places, knowing full well that they would all be closed in that
it was Thanksgiving.  By that time Jake's jeans are bulging and from what I
can tell he has a nice package that I would love to eat.  I pick up a
couple magazines, including "Barely Legal."  I actually get carded, which
totally pisses me off.  I haven't been carded at that store for a few
years.  It doesn't show any intercourse or even any dick but I figure Jake
will be more into a mag showing only chicks.  We come home and tell Mom the
places are all closed.  She says she hadn't thought of them being closed
until after we had left.  Lucky for us she hadn't.
     So we go back up to my room to look through the mags and finish
watching the tape.  Thinking about Jake, I am hard from the second we get
home and am ready to blow any minute.  He and I get talking about sex of
course and the topic of masturbation comes up.  I ask him if he had ever
caught his brothers masturbating, or if his brothers had ever caught him.
He says that he did walk in on his middle brother once while he was in the
bathtub and he pulled his hand away from his hardon and then covered
himself very quickly.  He says he also walked in on his youngest brother in
basically the same situation.  I wish I had a younger brother sometimes.
     I tell him that I need to get off and ask if he minds.  He says no and
to go ahead.  I get a towel, pull my dick out and go at it.  He glances
over at me every once in a while and sort of laughs as if he can't believe
I'm really doing it.  I tell him about how I usually eat my cum and that I
can self suck (which is always a good way to get the ball rolling) but to
my disappointment he makes no response to either comment.  I try everything
I can to get him to pull his out and stroke too, but he just wouldn't do
it.  I shoot off and put myself away and tell him I am ready for bed.
     I stretch out on the bed next to the wall and he is on the outside of
the bed with the VCR remote watching the movie again.  He rewinds it too
far and it turns out it is one of the tapes I used to tape myself.  I
notice what is on and cover his eyes really quickly.
  I don't mind of course, but I want him to think I do.  After that, I tell
him goodnight and to make sure he shuts the TV off before he goes to sleep.
I cover my face with my hair and close my eyes.  About ten minutes later I
sense that he is looking at me and kind of concentrating really hard.  I
crack my eye just a bit and see him looking at my face.  He moves a bit and
adjusts his dick in his pants.  I almost stop breathing when I see him
start to lower his zipper.  I can tell he is very nervous with me laying
there beside him supposedly asleep, but horniness wins out and he pulls his
dick out and starts stroking it.  After a few minutes he grabs the towel
that is on the stand next to the bed and blows all over it.  He cleans
himself off and tucks himself back in, shuts the TV off and goes to sleep.
We both sleep in our jeans and tee shirts.  I have never made a big deal
about changing for bed.  I love to sleep in the nude but figure that would
be a bit too much that night even for me.
     The next morning, I wake up around nine and Jake is just starting to
stir.  I stay silent hoping for a possible repeat of last night, but with
no luck.  He does turn the movie back on and I can see him rubbing himself
through his jeans.  I sit up and tell him I need to have a quick morning
wank and ask if he wants to join me this time.  He declines again and just
sits there watching the movie, and glancing over at me every once in a
while.  I talk to him while I wank in the hopes of getting him to relax and
join in but he still won't do it despite my persuasions although again he
sneaks the occasional glance in my direction.  Sadly I conclude he is
another religious asshole saddled with the shame that comes with his faith.
I go at it really quickly and shoot on the towel.  I take Jake back to his
house about eleven.  When I leave to go back home, Jake says he'll come
back and visit with me for New Years.  His family only lives five minutes
from Grandma's but from the frequency with which they find the time to
visit her it might as well be five thousand miles.

     After setting up the rules with the RA things finally start going
better between Sam and me, not so much because of that, but mainly because
he is often gone the whole night.  I pass him going to my first class as he
is coming home.  He sleeps all day and then I wake him up for band.  He
misses all his classes except for band.  He tells his mom and people in his
classes that I keep shutting his alarm off.  Actually, he sleeps right
through it and when I come back after class I yell at him to shut the damn
alarm off.
     During the last weeks of class, my mom calls his mom and tells her
everything that is going on and how he is missing classes and blaming me.
She tells my mom that her son tells her everything and she knows who is at
fault and the grade cards will tell the truth.  I am studying for a
listening test one night and we are working on Handel's Messiah.  I have my
headphones on and he is on the phone finally telling his mom what is going
on.  It comes to a pause in the music between songs and I hear him say "I
don't even know if I will be able to come back next semester because of my
grades."  At that point, the Hallelujah Chorus comes on as if on cue.
Funny shit.  I cannot help laughing.

     I pack up my stuff and go home for the Christmas holiday the day I am
done with my last final.  I get a Christmas card from Tara and she encloses
a note saying to give her a call if I want.  She had gotten the scholarship
her parents had dreamed about, but was unable to use it because of her
pregnancy.  She wound up going to the local branch of Kent College to begin
her nursing program and had her baby that fall.  I wait a few days and call
her and we talk just like we used to.  She says she doesn't really like it
at Kent, it being too much like high school as I had thought, but she
doesn't really have a choice having a daughter and what not.  Later that
week she brings her daughter to my house and we sit and talk for quite a
while more.  I learn the guy who knocked her up seldom comes to see his
daughter and isn't paying any support.  I want to tell her that I still
love her and want her back, but I am too proud and afraid what she might
reply besides and so I say nothing.  New Year's, Jake does not show up.
It's rather a pissy holiday in that regard, but it is still nice to be back
home with family and friends.

     When I go back to Akron, there is a new name on the door, Bruce, so I
know Sam is gone.  He wound up getting an Academic Dismissal after one
semester, almost unheard of.  Nicole comes with my parents to help move me
back in and she starts going through his stuff and scoping out what he is
like.  He has more hair products then she has, movies like "Steel
Magnolias" and "Pretty Woman," and various other things.  Nicole says right
off the bat that he is gay.  I say she doesn't know for sure.  I get all
moved in and they leave me to myself so I can get situated.
     I don't see Bruce that whole night and most of the next day.  When he
comes in, I know right off the bat that Nicole is right, and I think he is
pretty cute too.  Bruce has short blond hair and is 5'9 and about 140
pounds.  He always was observing that he was so fat.  He kind of reminds me
of the rock singer Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys.  We get along
beautifully, never fight about anything.  The only problem we ever have is
one weekend I go home and check my email from a pop account.  There is a
message from some guy named VViper saying how he is in Ohio all the time
and really looking forward to meeting me.  I check out the guy's profile
and he is into pissing, torture, scat, S&M, all kinds of shit like that.  I
almost have a heart attack.  I get back to school and ask Bruce if he had
used my computer.  He said that he had and that he'd sent an email to a
personal ad.  It turns out that on the school computers, when you log in
any email that comes from the computer is sent from your account.  When it
is a personal computer like I have, it comes from the account set on the
computer.  Bruce is really embarrassed about what happened when I explain
why I'd asked.
     "Hey, don't worry about it."
     "Well, you can probably tell I'm gay," he says after a moment.
     "Well yeah, I kind of figured."
     "That bother you?"
     "No, I am bi after all."
     He is a little surprised.  It turns out that his last roommate and he
didn't get along because he is gay.  He only stays around six weeks.
Something happens with his tuition and he has to leave.
     I am finally by myself in the dorms.  It is wonderful.  I can sit
around naked all day long, leave porn on my computer, and jack off whenever
I want to.  That is when I really start sleeping in the nude.  It is like
being in Heaven.  Well, my idea of Heaven.  I have twice the furniture,
twice the room, and twice the masturbating.  University life is finally
looking up!
     That all comes to an end one day when I am sitting at my computer,
nude, and there is a knock at the door.  I put on some clothes and answer
the door.  There is a guy standing there and he says that he has been
kicked out of the other dorms for partying and he is being moved into my
room.  I am pissed at first, but he is cute so I really am not that upset.
I hope that for my trouble I will get to see him nude or semi nude.  His
name is Roger and he is 5'9, about 150 pounds, very well built, and has
brown hair and greenish eyes.  He has his initials tattooed in Old English
script on his biceps.
     He moves in and we get along pretty well.  I make quite a bit of money
off him by driving him to community service, which was the result of him
having gotten into trouble with the law.  I don't know what he did.  He is
a nice guy, but kind of wild.  His dad is a cop so he had kind of figured
he could get away with stuff and of course found out otherwise.  I also
make money off him by entering his reports into my computer.  He writes
them out on a notepad and I type the report on the computer and format it
for him so he can turn it in.  I really don't do much of anything, but he
usually gives me $10 for each report I do for him.  I never do get to see
him without clothes on, but I do use his boxers to jack off with a few
times, rubbing myself with them and smelling the crotch.  I never come in
them.  I've never done anything like that before or since.  I do wish now I
had swiped a pair from him.  The end of the year comes and I shake his hand
and wish him well as I leave my first year of college behind me, quite a
few new experiences, some new friends, and a desire to never enter the city
of Akron again.