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Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. They brought me home, gave me hippie drugs and great clothes, and took care of me. Tyler, the popular jock with a gentle and friendly demeanor who never fails to brighten Miles' darkest days, helped Miles, the openly gay teenage kid who was the target of bullies and abuse, find comfort.

I was a runaway living here and there, hooking up with daddies who wanted sex with a sweet-looking, hot, street boy. Every Friday afternoon, after class, Steven brought over dark, tough-guy Brooklyn-Italian, thirteen-year-old boys, to fellate.

I learned to hate all religion and still do. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. Busing 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.

I sensed something different about him, so I asked him if he would like to come over to do homework together. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside.

Steven sometimes came over alone. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and cry. James' Story - James tells the short story of his first gay sexual encounter at fourteen, with his fifteen year old cousin. He sexually teased and tormented me.

Some did. Steven was in my history class. They came sometimes two or three times. Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. I was the only white person there. Dad died when I was six. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough Italian boys in my class.

The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Handsome and fair-skinned, he was a Neapolitan boy with curly blond hair. My brother was four.

She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. Yes, he had—his junk was twice the size of mine. series Steve's Story - Steve tells the story of his first sexual encounter at eighteen.