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.