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  • Steve's Story - Steve tells the story of his first sexual encounter at eighteen. A balding bearded man read his poems. I remember leaning against a brick wall, smoking hashish, and feeling totally hip and very adult.

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    These were beatniks! He was kind of sweet and wasn’t aggressive. 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.”

    Every Friday afternoon, after class, Steven brought over dark, tough-guy Brooklyn-Italian, thirteen-year-old boys, to fellate.

    He asked me to reciprocate. I liked them a lot. After we were high, he dosed me with LSD and screwed me in the butt. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was lucky to be in this last vestigial remnant of the Beatnik culture that was fast being swept away. Though newly into guy-sex, I still thought about big tits.

    When he put me into his mouth, stars exploded and my senses reeled. I was a runaway living here and there, hooking up with daddies who wanted sex with a sweet-looking, hot, street boy. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. He was smart and handsome, in his late thirties, and lived on the Lower East Side. I was a wild child, filled with a bursting curiosity about the world out there I wanted to explore.

    Wow, I remember thinking, Bridget has crazy, gigantic, epic tits. Some did. I didn’t know what was happening.

    When I was thirteen, all the daddy types wanted to bugger me.

    • Phil Tarley is the only fellow of the American Film Institute ever inducted into the Gay Porn Hall of Fame for producing and directing art porn, as Phil St.

    John. I was under his thumb, scared, ashamed, and aroused.

    In 1964, I turned thirteen. I liked Henrik Ibsen’s plays, which were so dramatic; and Upton Sinclair made me socially conscious. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him.

    We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn.