Mark, the coolest and most handsome guy in summer camp, told me where to buy a nickel bag of pot from a waitress called Bridget in Greenwich Village. After summer ended, I came into the city for the first time by myself and found “the Village” after a long search. His mouth unleashed the hungry monster caged up, deep inside me. But his flesh was salty, I didn’t like it and spit his piece out. When he put me into his mouth, stars exploded and my senses reeled. We spent most of the summer hiding in a secret treehouse, having sex above the forest. In my Catskill Mountains summer camp, just before my thirteenth birthday, Robert, who was twelve, looked over all the boys then he hit on me. Craving adventure like the feral, ferocious horn dog I would soon become, I was on fire for something more in my life. I was a wild child, filled with a bursting curiosity about the world out there I wanted to explore. I was under his thumb, scared, ashamed, and aroused. After he held my head down and forced me to swallow his spunk, he said: “You’re a faggot, and if you don’t blow all my friends, I’m gonna tell everybody at school.”Įvery Friday afternoon, after class, Steven brought over dark, tough-guy Brooklyn-Italian, thirteen-year-old boys, to fellate. Yes, he had-his junk was twice the size of mine. After we hit the books, I took out my piece and showed off: “Did you ever see anything as big and hard as this?” I sensed something different about him, so I asked him if he would like to come over to do homework together. Handsome and fair-skinned, he was a Neapolitan boy with curly blond hair. He was kind of sweet and wasn’t aggressive. I was the only white person there. Eric’s mom made tons of yummy fried chicken I passed out drunk on their living room floor and in the morning ate lots more chicken.
I went to their 1965 New Years Eve party, where they played Chubby Checker and I learned how to dance the twist. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough Italian boys in my class.īusing started, a few black kids filtered into school, and I made a new friend, Eric, who took me home to meet his mom in Bedford Stuyvesant, thought to be a dangerous black ghetto. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him. My younger brother and I were quickly dispatched to get the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. The butcher brought steaks the florist, flowers the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
We couldn’t understand why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and cry. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him.