Introduction
That multiple sex affairs are on the rise is undeniable, as witness the many sex orgy clubs, the group wife-swappers, the collective sex orgies of the hippies and the college youths. In this book, we shall try to shed some light on the reasons for this upsurge of sexual license.
The best way to accomplish this is to "go to the horse's mouth," as it were, for our information. Through personal interviews and case histories taken from police files, casebooks of psychologists and psychiatrists, marriage counselors and sociologists, it is hoped that we can bare some of the urges and compulsions which goad a great segment of our population into having multiple sex experiences as a "normal" way of sex life.
As might be surmised, many of the persons who indulge in sex with more than one person at a time are, or become, what is termed "bisexual,"-that is, they indulge in sex with either gentler, almost at random, and without any distinct preference for either one.
There are, however, many who engage in plural sex orgies, who are strictly homosexual. Some of the areas of homosexual orgies are obvious: the military service; all-boy or all-girl schools; prisons-even work projects involving males who are cut off from women, such as workers in the foreign oilfields, lumberjacks, merchant seamen, and others.
Let us look first, then, at what we shall call:
A TRAINING GROUND FOR PLURAL SEX. Our first subject is Roy V. He was arrested in Chicago no less than twelve times-each time on the charge of soliciting or molesting males. By his own admission, Roy has been a confirmed homosexual since he was seven! He is now thirty-five, and has to date never indulged in complete sex with a female! More astonishing, to some, is the fact that only a particular kind of homosexual sex can satisfy Roy. He must have multiple sex within the homosexual sphere.
"We always had money," Roy began, "My old man was a big wheel in the furniture business in Chicago. I hardly remember being at home as a kid. I was 'farmed out' to a boys' boarding school when I was six. Now, don't get me wrong-I'm not blaming that school or my parents because I happened to like to suck cocks, and go for butt-fucking. I'd have been a homo, probably, no matter what had happened.
"But they didn't waste any time breaking me in. The first night I was there, I was screwed in the ass-hole-by two guys. Did I yell? Hell, they didn't give me a chance! While one guy was putting his cock up my ass-hole, the other one was shoving his dick down my throat. Yeah, I was six-close to seven.
"You take a young kid like that, and yank him out of his home, away from his family-crummy and cold as they may be-and you can do anything to him, as long as you accept him. And I belonged. When the word got out that I was 'OK', most of the guys were nice to me-even the bigger ones.
"We had no problems with the teachers; they were all gay, and inside of six months, I'd sucked them all and had been stuck by all of them. I guess by the time I left there-I was nine, then-I knew every trick in the book about sex. I used to have one steady boyfriend, a guy named Richie, and we had the same room, along with two other kids. We used to have some wild times. We'd have four-way bangs lots of times, but most of the time it was Richie and me.
"I used to like the 'party' kind of sex, but Richie used to get mad when I'd get carried away blowing one of the other guys. I liked to blow this one kid while he was down on me-you know-the old 'sixty-nine.' This kid had the softest mouth, and my dick was small enough then that he could almost swallow it. Sometimes, while we were doing each other that way, Richie and the other kid in the room would fuck us from the back. Other times, Richie would stick me in the ass while he was jerking me off. I liked it that way, and also from the front, because then we could kiss while we were fucking.
"You surprised that a homo would like to tongue-kiss, and all that? Why not? I belonged. The only love or attention I ever got, I got there. It always came from guys. Why shouldn't we love and make over each other, just like anyone else?
"And after that, I went to a 'prep school.' It was a Catholic school, and the teachers were all men. Can you figure a guy sucking a priest's prick two or three times a week, then going into a confessional and telling all about it and asking forgiveness? That's a laugh, all that religious horseshit. Celibacy-hah! No man is going to be a celibate-not as long as he's got a hand to play with his prick with, and a mind to fantasize with.
"I could tell you things that would curl your hair, but that's not my bag. I had fun at school. A good cock and nice tight ass-hole is the same delicious thing, whether the guy you're with has his collar on backwards or whether he believes in the devil. What's the difference, as long as he's there, and he's willing?
"But there was one bad thing about that school: only a small handful of the guys were gay. The rest made it tough. They would often beat the hell out of one of us, if we made a pass and they were 'straight.' Then some of the teachers would give it to us good-with whips and belts-if they caught us at it. I can still feel that cane that old Father Dom used to use on the homos ... the dirty old sonofabitch!
"We caught him one time, watching three of the guys having a gang bang, and he's sitting there with his cock in his hand, pumping away until he juiced! And then he caned us! I can imagine what the old bastard was thinking while he was watching a three-way gay ball!
"We used to call him 'Jerky' after that, right to his face. He beat the hell out of me once, when I wouldn't go to confession. I told him he needed it more than any of us guys did.
"I finished prep school, but I never did want to go to college. I couldn't have anyhow, because I was drafted. The Korean thing was going on then, and they weren't too fussy about who they dragged into the army. I mean-now, they give you all these psychiatric tests that are supposed to weed out the homosexuals and the misfits.
"I never did get to Korea, though. I ended up in the stockade after they caught me for the third time, going down on a guy.
"I was one of those that marched in front of the White House in Washington, protesting that homosexuals had the right to wear the uniform, and were entitled to an honorable discharge. After all, where the hell are those poor bastards going to get any sex, in a place like Korea-or in any battle area? You'd think we were poison, or something. Man-from the stories the regulars used to tell, and from the way they corn-holed a bunch of the guys-they don't do without fucking and sucking, no matter where they are.
"I didn't want to go back to Chicago, but my father was sick and wanted me to try my hand at learning the furniture business. He owned his own company, and he knew all about my being a homosexual. What he didn't know was, that I liked my lovers young-and I liked 'em by the dozen.
"So you're writing about multiple sex? Well, you came to the right guy, but I don't know if I can really tell you why I like it. I can sure tell you how I like my gang banging, but maybe not why.
"I guess it could be because that's all I've ever known. From that first night in boarding school, I've always had it with two or three guys-sometimes more.
"I tried a woman-just once. I wanted to see what it was like, just like a lot of straight guys I know have tried it with a homosexual-to see for themselves if they're missing anything. This was with a prostitute. She lived in the apartment building where I did, and she knew all about me being gay. I guess it was sort of a challenge to her-or a game; but she was the one that suggested we try it. I went along with it out of curiosity.
"We both stripped, and she lay there on the bed with her legs spread wide, rubbing her hands over that ugly, red, wet slit of hers. She acted like she was giving me a big treat, or as if I didn't know what a cunt looked like! It kind of shook her up, and she poured us some scotch, but that didn't help me. I couldn't get a hard on in a month, looking at a woman's cunt. She even tried sucking my cock, but that didn't work, either. I got a partial stiff, then when I'd look down and see that it was a woman doing it, my dick went soft again.
"Finally, she got up on her hands and knees, facing away from me, showing me one of the prettiest ass-holes I'd ever seen, and coaxing me to try it from the back. I thought she meant for me to stick my prick in her ass-hole, and I was beginning to get a nice stiff hard on, when she got the idea of what I was going to do. She got up and slapped me on the cock! Can you imagine that? She belted me a good one, right on the prick-and believe me, that will make a guy go soft in two seconds.
"Later, we got to be pretty good friends, but we never tried sex again, and I never tried it with another woman.
"But, to get back to this Chicago thing-I couldn't make it in the old man's shoes. When he died, the business was sold. It left me in good shape, financially. I can buy all the boys I need, but it's a funny thing-it's better when you can get them on your own, with your own looks and personality and sex appeal. Maybe you straight guys feel that way about prostitutes. More fun when you can get a gal in bed without money.
"So, I bought an interest in a bar-a pretty nice place. But my partner and I began to argue from the first time some of my gay friends began to come there. He wanted to throw them out, and I wouldn't allow it. I had a four room apartment upstairs that I used a sort of a club for my friends. Finally, my partner sold out to me and I let one of my best friends manage the place.
"We had some real balls upstairs. We were near a big high school, and a few of the kids from school used to get in on the parties. That was where I first got the cops on my neckthey saw all these fifteen-and-sixteen-year-olds coming into the bar. But I was hooked on the young ones by then. I had to have sex, with at least three guys every day, and the more in the group, the better it was.
"Then a fourteen-year-old favorite of mine got VD, and when his cock got sore and drippy, he ran squealing to his parents and they sent cops, the Health Department-everybody but the FBI, I guess. Anyhow, they padlocked my place and I spent six months in jail, after this kooky kid testified that I had paid him to perform sex acts with me.
"Like I said, I had the money, and by that time I was so hung-up on young kids that I began hanging around a junior high school trying to get acquainted with some of the tender stuff. And it isn't as hard as you might think. These kids were wise, and by thirteen or so, they've tried all kinds of sex-male and female.
"The one trouble with the young ones is-they panic if things get fucked up. Almost every time I've been arrested, it was because some kid got scared, or got mad when I wouldn't pay the higher prices they stick you with, and finked. And don't think they aren't little blackmailers and thieves.
"A lot of those young ones go both ways. They tell me they like cunts as well as cocks and ass-holes, One told me that he loved to put his cock in my mouth, even better than fucking his girl! He was a sweet kid. He used to talk so sexy while I was sucking him. He'd put the head of his lovely prick inside my mouth and murmur, 'Your, lips are so soft and sweet, Roy, baby-take my cock inside your soft, sweet mouth and sucksuck and lick it so sweet.'
"He was something else, but he was a blackmailing bastard. He knew how badly I was hooked, and he was a ringleader in a gang that used to come up to my place a couple of times a week for a good bang. He kept upping the price, and when I rebelled, he just called off the whole bunch. Naturally, I gave in. What's money for, except to enjoy life with?
"Right now, I don't have any problems getting young guys, as many as I want at one time, but not as young as I like them. Take these hippies-most of them go both ways, and I usually have a bunch of them around my place. You have to understand, though, I get bugged at them because they want the chicks around ... although, when I'm paying a kid for some fucking, the girls seem to enjoy just sitting and watching. But I like the boys younger than these hippies. Besides, some of those guys are dirty-I mean actually filthy, and when I want a nice prick in my mouth, I want it clean and sweet. And their ass-holes--well, you can imagine....
"I had a thing worked out for a time, with a couple of teachers who were gay. They talked it up at school-they both teach junior high-and I rigged up an old store building as a clubhouse. It worked out fine. A lot of the kids came down almost every day but we didn't bother the ones who weren't going for the homo bit. We would work it out with the others and then we had a real ball. I finally had a group of five of them who came in together, twice a week.
"Then one of the teachers got hot one day at school and when a boy didn't want to take a chance with him in the toilet, they got in a fight. The kid got mad and blew the whistle, and then the whole thing came out. Guess who took the rap? The teachers only got fired, but the juvenile authorities sent me up for nine months. It's tough on me, because I still like sex balls ... what you call 'gang bangs.' I can't take any chances now, so I just have to take what I can get. Oh, I can work up a party at one of the gay bars, but there are a lot of older guys there, like myself, and I don't get much kick out of it. Also, you never find any 'cherries' in a bar, and, just like for you straight guys, it's good to break a kid's cherry-you know, give him his first ass-fuck and suck his cock for the first time, or let him put his cock in a guy's ass-hole for the first time for him.
"I tried it back home, in Chicago, after Illinois passed that law that makes homosexuality legal-but, there's a big gimmick in the law for me. You see, it reads 'as long as the act takes place in private between consenting adults.' With me liking kids, that's about as good as no protection at all. Oh, you can get enough kids, all right, but if they get greedy or get mad at you, they can always blow the whistle, and for anybody who really stubs his toe, in Illinois, the law is really rough."
Roy recently discovered a new gimmick-the "sex ads" that appear in many of the way-out, hippie, and college protest papers. It seemed to be the answer for him. He was independently well-off, and could answer ads from persons in any part of the country, because he could afford to travel. He had an ad in almost all of the papers, in which he blatantly offered himself for sexual fun with all-male groups or individuals. He made it clear that he did not want anything to do with women, and he usually received plenty of answers to his ad.