MIDNIGHT SCHOOLBOY PT. 1 DREXEL HILL

I had been forced into adulthood by an act I was ashamed of and just the same turned on by. I found myself now focusing on  men more and finding myself aroused by the slightest thing. I watched my schoolmates in their tight gray polyester school pants and how they took shape to their perfect buttocks. I remember watching ABC's Battle of the Network Stars and the speedos of Erik Estrada,Robert Conrad,Robert Hegyes (Sweathog LUST), and LEE MAJORS. I remember Kenny Kerrs brother teaching my swim class in a lavender and white speedo and his perfect abs with the freckles and soft downy hair trail from his chest to the top of those swim trunks. I had had a savage act performed on me and it seemed to force me at such a speed out of the closet and looking to quench this strong lust. 

I found myself going on walks more in hoping to come across another stranger. It seems really fucked up to say this but I thought the act was an act of care and love towards me. I was taught in school the act of lovemaking was a showing of love to the 2 individuals concerned . I felt alone now and no one could help me except for a strangers so called act of love. I used to go visit my Mother when she went back to work for the township and her office was just a few blocks from my savior's apartment. I would walk past his apartment a few times and would hold my breath every time I would see that red Grand Prix . The area was around the 69th street shopping district with such Department stores as Gimbel's , Sears , and Jc Penny's . I would stop by the huge record store the Balcony and check out the hot employee's.  I was 12 about this time and I would travel the streets around the area and by chance one day a white painter's  van had pulled up and asked for directions and when I looked in the truck the driver had his penis out and was cupping his balls in his hand. I was taken back a bit and without thought I jumped into the van. The driver had that Robert Conrad thing going with the tough guy look and the Marine cut with his salt/pepper hair and a cock that was huge. He drove into the Gimbel's parking garage and parked on the lower level and we both got back into the van and he put up a blanket behind the driver''s seat and we laid down and this really tough looking guy stroked my hair like I was his child and unzipped my pants and started to go down on me. I was shocked and completely turned on at the same time and I think I came within seconds and he came up to my face and smiled as he kissed my cheeks. I could not take my eye off his cock and he placed my hand over it as he too came and a smile came to his face. I was pulled close to this man and he held me for quite some time and I felt as if someone knew the pain  of loneliness I felt. I ran into this man a half dozen of times over the next year and a half and never knew his name nor he knew mine ; it was a meeting of two lonely souls in the passing of time one old soul an another a young forgotten soul.

The Philadelphia area in the 70's had many large Department Stores and 69th Street had 3 of the largest at the time and the 4th store Lit Brother's had just closed. It was in these stores that I happened upon the phenomena of the tea rooms.  I never knew the term until a year or so later when I read a John Rechy novel and all became clear. Tea rooms was a name used in the gay community for public restrooms which had been meeting places for men prior to the Stonewall Riots in "69". It was in one of these restrooms in the JC Penny's that my journey of the underbelly began. I remember this room as if it was yesterday. The men's room was  done in brown and maroon tiling and had three stalls. I remember it was in the carpet department along the back wall and a salesman's desk was right outside the door. I remember two yellow light bulbs gave it a very seedy feel to an all ready sleazy situation. The urinals where right at the sinks so the voyeur could look while forever washing his hands. It was my first time in there during a fall recess from 6th grade and I remember inside the bathroom some men where outside the stalls and the 3 stalls must of been full. I remember how the men would huff and puff waiting for the stalls and when a stall opened up the men motioned for me to go in. I was in this cubicle that looked like a museum of phallic symbols and numbers. I was busy reading everything while I noticed fingers sticking through a hall and wiggling like some inch worms. I sat down on the rice paper thin toilet paper I had laid down and was surprised to see a good size hole in the wall with paper towels lining the jagged edges. I was curious as to what was on the other side of this phallic filled wall. I looked in to see a young man of about 19 who was crouched looking at another hole on the other side  when the young man stood and I could see him ass backwards as he pumped the stall wall. I thought for a moment that this was way better than English with Miss Faganni. I could hear the sounds of what sounded like a baby on his Mother's tit lunching down. I saw the man pull away an shower his semen onto the stall door. I heard some motion outside my door when I pulled up my jeans and came out as the young man did and noticed it was one of the sales guys at the record store. I got a very toothy smile and he gave me a card for the store Balcony and told me he would be seeing me again.


I was between JC Penny's and Gimbel's hitting each mens room when I had a chance and would start to see the regular and stereotypical old perverted men who would lick their lips like an iguana basking in the sunlight . I felt very alone at this time because  I felt I had no identity. I would sit in class and think of the seedy tea rooms of 69th street and sitting in the tea rooms I would wish for someone to lead me out into the sunlight and wrap their arms around me and tell me they loved me.


I remember seeing the guy from The Balcony and he waved me over to the Terminal in 69th street and walked me into a wooden stairwell and he thrust his body onto mine and we kissed and like fumbling school kids pulled at each others clothes. I felt as if we had eyes watching us when a scruffy looking man in a fatigue jacket pulled out a badge and told the older kid to take a walk. I had my St. Bernadette school bag which he pulled from my hand. He was a Septa police officer watching the Terminal and he asked my age as he walked me down the stairs and out to the side of the Terminal and told me to go home and not come back. I took off like a wild stallion and made my way into the record store The Balcony  to my frightened lover and he pulled me aside and told me to come meet him that Saturday for a trip into the city to meet some of his cooler buddies who would really get a kick out of me. I was about to enter the world of hustling without even knowing what I was doing. I was about to turn thirteen and had no idea my descent into depravity was just about to begin.