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JASON'S JOURNEY

This is a story about the growing up and coming of age of a typical Ohio boy 
by the name of Jason as told to me through the exchange of a series of 
Email.  It is a true story detailing true events with only the names, 
including Jason's, having been changed to protect the 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.

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