Jerry and Jim
Jerry and Jim
Guild Press
Guy Dandridge
$1.95
Excerpt
It was in one of those same halls, after an algebra class when Jerry was 16, that Bill Parker had suddenly darted up behind Jerry and nudged him suggestively— a sensation Jerry never forgot. Bill was grouped together with Jim in his mind: it was only that memorable nudge that had set fire to Jerry’s longing for masculine seduction. That it was both physical and emotional confused Jerry and convinced him that he was somehow abnormal. He had wished for a kiss from many boys, but no one knew this.
Graduation would call a halt to those afternoons spent watching the wrestling team work out on the mats in the gym. The salty, acrid smell of young men pierced Jerry’s nostrils in a sweet, nostalgic way as he recalled it.
There was always the terror of having to go through the calisthenics and the humiliation of taking showers with boys who examined each other like slabs of meat hanging in an abattoir. Jerry nevertheless felt that he had to look at the amazing, beautiful bodies the wrestlers had; they preened like peacocks and strutted about like cocks of the walk, as if they were contemporary Spartans. Lying in his bed, Jerry remembered the day when, as a freshman, he had come into the locker room after a strenuous game of soccer, which he loathed. A bully of a boy, respected and feared by every freshman, had been playing around with a smaller lad and suddenly the two converged into one. The other students in physical education were used to seeing such horseplay, but to Jerry they were occasions of erotic significance. He watched the two; laughing and embarrassed squeals lit the air with a vibrancy Jerry could feel like strong electric current. The bully was feeling the well-shaped buttocks of the smaller boy with obvious relish as he pretended to be mocking the “queers” who the town fathers of Silverville feared were giving rides to high schoolers after classes.
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