Chapter 3: Adolescense (Pre-Sex)

My last contact with Chuck Prue (stepdad #1) was in about 1986, when I was 11. That was a big year for me. I was transferred to a new school for 6th grade because they had the GATE program (Giften And Talented Education) for little smarties. I touched my first naked boy when I talked my best friend into getting naked during the love scene in Top Gun and rubbing our penises on the TV. And it was the year that I discovered I was a nerd.

Social status had somehow eluded me before 6th grade, but when I got to Flying Hills, it started to matter. I had never been aware of the popular kids before, but at Flying Hills in 1986 there was a hierarchy. Tiffany was the most popular girl, followed closely by Heather; Jason and David were the most popular boys and best friends, so it was hard to tell who ranked highest. I can't remember the rest of the hierarchy, but I do remember that I wanted to be part of it, so I did what every aspiring kid does and I asked the most popular girl, Tiffany, to be my girlfriend. Denied. Then I asked Heather. Nope. I went down the list until I got somewhere around the 33rd percentile (from the bottom). Oh Rachel darling, how our love did last for a week or two until our dramatic breakup during recess.

The following summer of 1987 was the year my dad made a guest appearance in my life. In August, just before the 7th grade, my mom called me at home one day to tell me that my dad was in town, and she had just given him directions to come to our house. I hadn't heard from Dad since my brain had formed the ability to store memories, so you can imagine this was a suprise. I took a shower, because of course I wanted to look my best, and 30 minutes later a black van parked in front of our apartment. I walked to the van and out of the driver's side stepped an older version of me. That was Dad. I think we shook hands. Out of the passenger side stepped a tall skinny 19yo young man. I introduced myself. He told me his name was Jason, my older brother. Dad looked at my face for some hint of recognition, but there was nothing but shock. Mom had never told me I had an older brother.

Dad and Jason moved into our house for two weeks. It was overwhelming to say the least, mostly because we didn't exactly have a big apartment. My sister and I each had our own small rooms and Mom's bed was in the living room. Dad slept in Mom's bed, and Jason slept in mine. Within two weeks I think everyone was being turned upside down. Mom was back in love with Dad and Jason and I had fooled around in my bed, which resulted in enough shame from him that he couldn't even look at me for the next few months, so you can imagine how awkward it was to still have him sleeping in my room those next few days. After two weeks I went back to Albuquerque with Dad and Jason to get their things and Dad's two younger sons, David and Chris. I had not known about them either.

From the minute I met Dad he tried to relate to me as a friend instead of a father. One interesting example is that Dad had talked to me about porn sometime in the first couple weeks that we knew each other, and by the time we got to Albuquerque I felt comfortable asking him to rent some. Remember, I was 12, but Dad wanted to be the cool guy and he rented two hardcore videos, one of which I remember to be Taboo. We went home and later when David and Chris were gone, we put them on. The couch was facing the TV. Dad sat on the left side of the couch, Jason sat on the right side, and I sat on the floor leaning against the middle of the couch. We watched both movies back to back without fast forwarding. No one talked. No one touched themself. We just watched for 4 hours. I had never been so aroused, and I had never been so uncomfortable.

We packed up his house and made it back to San Diego in time for me to start 7th grade. Dad found an apartment two blocks away and lived there with all my new brothers.

In 1987 I started 7th grade at Emerald Junior High School, and my social standing slipped even more. Those were the years that I started hanging out with the slutty girls with stringy hair and rocker guys who already had a pharmacist's knowledge of pills.

In the first month of 8th grade in 1988, 14 months after he arrived, Dad came over to the house one day and said that he couldn't afford to pay his rent. He said he was going to pack up and leave in the middle of the night. My sister and I went into our Abadonment Rage. We thought our emotional outburst would make him too guilty to leave, but when we went to his apartment the next morning, he was gone. I didn't talk to him again until I was an adult.

Eighth grade wore on forgettably. The next year, my first day at El Cajon Valley High School was one of the loneliest days of my life. But it didn't take me long to learn how to make school interesting. I made a new best friend, and started having a lot of sleepovers at his house. We started talking about jacking off one night when we were wandering the streets, and when we got back to his house we decided to give it a shot. That started a 2-3 month friendship that was my first crush and probably just very weird for him. We got drunk by stealing his father's beer a lot, and had lots of contests to see who could cum first or the farthest. After a while he rightfully got weirded out by my aggressiveness, and we rapidly transitioned to sworn enemies for the rest of our high school days. He was our valedictorian, and later went to West Point military academy. I always wondered what happened to him.

I didn't let our little fight hold me down though. No sir. Now that I had discovered I could manipulate my friends into being sexual with me, I leapt at every opportunity I got through the 10th grade. Jackie and Jason were a brother and sister that lived in my apartment building in the end of ninth grade. Jackie and I dated, though we never had sex. She was a lovely girl. But I really had a crush on Jason. He was a year older than me, and he and I would hang out quite a bit. He always knew when my Mom was home by looking at her parking space. One day he saw that the space was empty and walked into our apartment without knocking. He went back to my bedroom and opened the door. I was naked on my bed, masturbating, and a little suprised to be caught for the first time. He played it very cool though. He didn't say a word, and closed my door. He walked beside the bed and grabbed my desk chair, turned it around, straddled it, and leaned forward so it was against the bed. His body was now within 3 feet of mine. And then he just watched. So I kept going. When I finished, he put the chair back at the desk and left.

That night he asked if I wanted to spend the night at his house. Uh, hell yes! I found out he was just a voyeur though. He asked me to jack off for him again, and I did with no covers and no shame. He, however, pulled his blanket up to his neck so that all I could see was a furious rustling in the lower region while he stared at my crotch. When we finished we went to bed, and we never talked about it again. They moved out of the complex shortly after.

I know this chapter is getting long, but I wouldn't do the story justice if I didn't also mention the girl action I was getting. Elizabeth was the mother of two young children who lived in our apartment building with her husband and kids. She was 18 in the summer of 1990, and I was 14, and she was all over me. She always tried to have sex with me, but her aggressiveness scared me a bit. She was always grabbing my cock or putting my hands on her tits. They were nice tits I guess. She let me suck them a couple times, but I couldn't really get over my fear of her.

Elizabeth, however, did give me the confidence to date another girl that summer though who was between 8th and 9th grade, and whose name I can't remember anymore. I remember going swimming at her house one day, and that I kept pulling my trunks down and making her feel my goodies. Then when we went inside to dry off, I laid on her bed and she became the first person to give me a bj. It lasted about 20 seconds before her mom knocked and then immediately walked in. You have never seen two people jump up so quick. At the time we thought we got away with it, but now I just think her mother was too shocked to react. Thank goodness.

After this came 11th grade and the joys of actual sex with both girls and boys. I'll save that for another chapter (though it could be a book all on its own ;-)