Chapter 2
Street Gang Sex
The history of "gang bangs" is really the history of street gangs. The locale of street gangs is almost always the slum areas, where little opportunity for the healthy outlets of youthful emotions is available. Street gangs are usually composed of "birds of a feather," that is, youths from the same economic background, and often, of the same racial and ethnic groups.
Any large industrial city offers hundreds of different case histories. Yet, running through each gang, and each case history, is a thread of sameness. Much like the stripper who pointed out that, as an integral part of "sexy show business," she was forced to seek her private thrills in sex; so it is with the youngsters of the street gangs. There are no organized youth activities in most slum areas. Where there are, the facilities are usually so limited that only a handful of the youngsters can participate. They are deprived of parks, gymnasiums, recreation centers and qualified counselors.
This lack actually prohibits the organizing of such fine activities as Little League Baseball, Pop Warner League football, basketball teams and boxing, since the only available space is the streets. And on street corners and in back alley clubhouses, there are only two choices of diversion : crime, in the form of petty theft, drug traffic, etc., or sex. With the heavy incidence of police in slum areas, most youths do not become criminals-instead they turn to sex. The national crime figures show that, although juveniles are by far the leaders in crime, only a minuscule three percent of the total juvenile population are responsible for the majority of youthful crimes.
Angelica V. is such a girl. She was born in the slums and anticipates that she will die there. She is a statistic-nothing more. She has little hope of ever being anything else, but like millions of others, she is going to have one hell of a time while she lasts. She heads a gang of girls who are listed on the police blotter of a large Eastern city as "Angel's Imps." Some of their activities stagger the imagination of the sedate, isolated, well-fed suburbanites, but here, in Angelica's own words, is part of the story of the street gangs and the gang bangs in their rawest sense.
"I don't know who my father was, and my seven brothers and sisters are also in doubt. My mother is Puerto Rican, and I guess my father was, too, although he may have been a nigger, because we are darker than most P.R.'s. Nobody ever called us Puerto Ricans, it was always 'spic' We stayed pretty much to ourselves, and when I was thirteen, I began to go with one of the boys in a gang called the 'Eagles.' His name was Ricardo, and he was about seventeen and as tough as they come. He'd been arrested several times and had spent six months in a reformatory upstate. But he was good to me. He always saw that I had money for food. Sometimes he would give me money to take home to the others. I was 'his girl,' and it was hands-off to the rest of the boys in the gang. Most of them had their own girl, but I was the youngest in the bunch. Naturally, I had sex with Ricky-almost every day. The one thing that bugged me was that I knew he was having any other girl in the gang that he wanted whenever he chose to. It was one of the rules of the gang-the leader does what he wants while his own girl is untouchable.
"I got a 'shiv'-switchblade knife-and I passed the word that if I caught or even heard of any girl in the gang screwing or blowing Ricky I'd fix her cunt so that she wouldn't be able to fuck anybody else. Ricky heard about it and just laughed. I especially hated a Dago girl that he was screwing a lot. Her name was Elsa, and she was a tough bitch. Her two older brothers were big time hoods-some said they belonged to the Mafia. She was always bugging me, and always after Ricky.
"One night I had the rag on and Ricky didn't want me to blow him because he was in the mood for a hot fuck. When I begged him to go ahead in spite of my monthly period he slapped me and left. I followed him, knowing that he was going to take on Elsa in the back of the store that we used for a hangout.
"When I got there, there was a real gang bang going on. Ricky was sucking Elsa's tit, while another girl was going down on him, and Elsa was being blown by another member of the gang. I just saw red, and grabbed the 'shiv,' heading for the pile of flesh in the middle of the floor. I wanted to cut Ricky's cock off and slit that Elsa from ear to ear-I was so mad!
"I got a slice at her stomach before two of the guys grabbed me. It was then that I learned who was boss. Ricky was furious and he beat me with his fists in my face and belly while the others held me. I was only half-conscious when he finished with me. I hadn't cut Elsa bad, and after Ricky calmed her down he told her to lay down on the couch. When she had spread her legs, he demanded that I eat her pussy and even placed me on my hands and knees over her. Then he ordered 'Frog,' a crippled kid who was as ugly as sin, to fuck me in the ass-hole. I'd never been screwed in the ass, and this creep didn't use any lubrication at all. He came twice and then Ricky fucked me in the ass. I was already bleeding after the first one, but Ricky didn't have any mercy. After Elsa had come, Ricky made me blow a homo who was known as 'Fat Lips' in the gang. I was forced to lay on my back while this slob fucked me in the mouth. He almost choked me. All the while, Ricky was fucking me in the ass. After they had finished, Ricky took my own knife and cut my breasts-not enough to send me to a hospital or a doctor, but deep enough to leave scars for good.
"You know, I remember every detail of that brawl, and one of the things I remember best was feeling that little slut come alive when I put my tongue inside her cunt. I had always liked my snatch sucked, but I'd never had it done by a girl. After that night, Elsa became Ricky's girl, and I was up for grabs. I made up my mind that I was going to have Elsa suck my snatch, and I tried to make friends with her. I went all out, telling her that I had really been turned on with her and I wanted to do it again.
"I finally got her one night when the boys were out in a rumble uptown. We were supposed to wait for them at the hangout. Elsa was a pushover because Ricky was treating her the same way he had me-screwing anyone he wanted, While she was off-limits to the rest of the gang. She hadn't had any for almost a week, and I went after her good. I grabbed her breasts and kissed her on the mouth. I kept begging her to let me suck her off before any of the others got there, and she finally got so wet and hot that she couldn't say no. By the time I'd got my tongue inside her snatch, and worked her ass-hole with my finger, she was putty in my hands. I just switched around so that we could suck each others' cunts, and she was wild to make me come. In fact, we came together, and when the other girls arrived we were still at it. They were a bunch of mice, and didn't say a word. I found out later that two of them were already lesbians but they hadn't let the guys know it.
"It was after that that I decided I was going to run things. I got four other girls-Elsa was one of them-to go along with me. The first thing I did was to send word to Julio, head of another gang, that we wanted to join up with them. He had tried to get into Rick's gang, but couldn't, and he had started his own outfit. The reason I picked him was that they had a pretty good shoplifting racket going, and the girls were always better at that than the guys.
"The night we got together was a sex brawl like you've never dreamed of. I was fucked by five of the guys in the gang, and sucked off by two of the girls. From that night on, as far as leadership went, I ran the girls and Julio commanded the guys.
"A couple of weeks later, three of us girls got caught and I was sent to reform school. I was only there a day or so before I showed them who was boss. That was a ball, because most of the girls there were lesbians. The ones who weren't were hooked on dope, and we could get anything we wanted by fucking the guards. If I felt like I needed a prick, I had one inside of ten minutes. Most of the time, I went for the girls. I've always liked my snatch kissed and sucked, and girls do it differently than guys-maybe better. I used the guards to get me the things I wanted, and used the loot to lord it over the girls in the school.
"When I got out, I thought I would go right back to running my half of the gang, but it had been busted. The cops got some of the members, and Ricky's older brothers had chased Julio and the other guys into hiding. But the big surprise was when Elsa met me-with one of her brothers. He just stood there and looked me up and down, then he nodded, saying, 'Might be able to get twenty or so for her.' I guessed that he was talking about prostitution, and I was right. Elsa was heading a call girl deal for her brothers and I decided to join up. We worked out of a cheap flophouse, but we were pretty classy. The girls specialized in gang bangs-where three or four of us girls would meet with five or six guys and do whatever they wanted. It was usually at some guy's hotel room, and we were never bothered.
"I kept thirty percent of all I took in, but a lot of that went for clothes and my share of the apartment I lived in with three other whores. We never had guys there, but between ourselves we used to have some of the best sex parties I've ever been to.
"No, I wouldn't call myself a lesbian. I like guys-when I can pick them and it's not for money. But women are more fun. They're more gentle than men. I've never been with a man who I thought really felt anything for me, but I've had a lot of girls go down on me and they really seemed to care about whether or not I came good. Besides, I've had a lot of men beat and burn meand also cut and whip me-but I've never known a girl who wanted to do that to me."
Angelica's case is just one more in the annals of sociologists and penologists. It is significant that this nineteen-year-old girl is now in the hospital section of a woman's reformatory where she is undergoing treatment for syphilis. She is like a cornered animal, and refuses to obey rules or take part in group therapy and at times she refuses to eat or participate in the recreational periods. She was willing to talk to a young intern of Puerto Rican descent. However, when she did it seemed as if she resented seeing a member of her own race achieve the respectability and security which had eluded her.
The records of city police departments reveal an alarming increase in the female membership of street gangs. However, few such girls ever band together as an auxiliary arm of a major gang, except for purposes of prostitution. Then they seldom operate on their own for it is not long before they are syndicated by gangsters and pimps.
Another side of this picture was provided by Mario D., an American-born Italian from an average-size Southern city. Mario is a sociologist's prototype of the misfit. Born in the New York slums, where he was a member of a minority group, he was transplanted at a crucial age to a town where no white person was ever in the minority-that group was composed solely of Negroes.
When his father got a job in a mill, Mario, for the first time in his life, did not have to live in the slum section, although his home was substandard and located in a neighborhood which bordered the Negro ghetto. Mario, the newcomer, suddenly found himself the admired leader of a gang of young drop-outs, merely because he had more experience in street fighting, theft and other rebellious acts.
Most important to Mario, he now had a target for his own hostilities, and there were few who would attempt to stop him and his gang from venting their spleen on the hapless and less fortunate Negroes. Mario's favorite victims were young Negresses. Any black girl was fair game. And once she was trapped by the gang, there was little she could do if she valued her life.
"I'd been in on the gang bangs for as long as I can remember," relates Mario, "I must have been about nine when I had my first one, but it wasn't with girls. A bunch of guys used to have this clubhouse that we made out of old hunks of tin and cardboard in the back of a junkyard. We used to have jack-off contests to see who could shoot the quickest and the farthest. Then we used to jack each other off. We had a couple of young kids in the gang, and if they wanted to stay in they had to do anything we said. One was a 'chink,' and the other a 'nigger.' First, we used to just make them jack us off, but then we made them suck us off. That's about all I had until I was eleven. We were always letting younger guys in, and they always had to jack us off and suck our cocks as part of their initiation. There was this one guy, Mike, who wanted to corn-hole a kid-you know, stick it up his ass. That started everybody doing it, and before you knew it, all of the smaller guys were being fucked in the ass by the bigger guys. It wasn't too bad, because there were always some dumb new kids in the gang that we could do it to.
"Some of the guys fooled around with girls, and the girls would always want to come and see what the clubhouse was like. I had one that lived in the same building that I did, and I told her once that if she'd suck my cock or let me put it in her cunt, I'd take her to the place. She said, 'Prove it and then I'll do it,' so I took her to the place this one afternoon. She was eleven, the same age as I was, and all the kids liked playing grab-ass with her. I think she'd been fucked before because she was awfully quick about dropping her panties when I told her to keep her promise.
"It was my first time, but I'd heard the big guys talking about how they slid it into a girl's pussy, so I told her to lay down on an old car seat that we had in one corner of the clubhouse. She did, and spread her legs wide. I was surprised, I guess at how much hair she had around her cunt, but I didn't let on. I just climbed on top of her and put it in. I don't know if she was putting me on or not, but she kept saying something about what a big, good cock I had, and she started squeezing her legs around me and hugging me, while she shoved her tongue into my mouth.
"I didn't think it was any better than sticking it in a guy's ass, and I liked having my cock sucked a hell of a lot better. Later on, I got to like fucking better.
"Anyhow, we were starting on a second round-I came real quick, and she wanted me to keep on going so she'd come-when in walked the big guys-Mike and Sal and Lefty. They were all about sixteen, and you should have seen their mouths drop open when they saw me working on this kid. They started hollering, 'Me next!' and 'I'll take sloppy seconds!'-things like that. It bothered me, and I pulled my cock out, but the girl, I think her name was Marie, didn't seem to mind.
"She just laid there, grinning at the guys, with her legs spread apart so you could see inside those wet, red lips of her cunt. Sal was the biggest cunt-chaser in the gang, and he yanked out his prick and walked over to her, jerking away at it. He got it hard in a few seconds and he went at her like he was dying for it. And man, did she go for it! While Sal was fucking this kid, Lefty got the idea that it was a waste of time taking turns. He went over and pushed Sal's head out of the way, while he knelt over Marie's face and began to make her suck him off. She didn't like it at first, but when Lefty slapped her a couple of times she got the message and really went after his pecker with her lips, tongue and throat.
'We all had a crack at her, but nobody fucked her in the ass that first time. Later, though, this Marie got so she could take on three guys at the same time! One would lay flat on his back on the floor, while she lowered her snatch down on his cock. Then the second guy would straddle her ass and shove it up her ass-hole. Another guy would lie down near the head of the first guy, and Marie would suck his cock. A couple of times, just to show off, she also jerked a fourth guy. Four guys at one time! Ever hear of that before?
"Later on, a couple of Marie's friends joined up. We had all the ass we wanted. We used to make the girls suck each other off, or use their fingers, hot dogs, bananas, even broom handles, to fuck themselves while we'd watch. Or we'd have somebody suck us off while they were putting on a show.
"Then my old man got this job down South, and we moved. Those cornpone jerks didn't know anything. I found out that the only fucking they ever got was some scared nigger kids who were afraid to say anything because the niggers down there are treated like dogs-if they snap back at you, you just kick them to death. Those dummies-the guys, I mean-they didn't even have a knife. All they ever used in the gang fights were clubs or chains or their fists. At first, they didn't let me hang around, but when one of them called me a 'dago,' I cut him up before he could even get a punch in, and from then on when I talked, they jumped. I had a zip gun, too, and I showed them how to make one.
"I had kind of grown to like having my cock sucked-by guys as well as by girls-and most of the guys in the gang were straight. There was one cocksucker that they let hang around and run errands-a real flunky. The others would make this guy suck them off every once in a while, but none of them had ever fucked him in the ass. I showed them how it was done. You know something? Inside three months every guy in that gang had sucked every other guy's cock and most of them were ass-fucking, too.
"One night I caught this little nigger kid. She was about ten, I guess, and she was a real teaser. She had little titties, but no hair on her body at all. I gave her a dime to let me take her for a ride in my old man's car. When we got to this place in the woods, I made her strip. She had a nice little box, and she didn't mind my sticking my fingers up inside it. I made her play with my cock, but she didn't want to put it in her mouth. I wanted to look down and see that white prick of mine sucked deep into a black mouth, and I got pretty mad when she wouldn't do it. I beat the hell out of her until she finally opened her mouth. When I shoved it in, the little bastard bit it! Hard!
"I belted her a good one and knocked her out. While she was groggy, I fucked her good. She bled some, but it only helped to make her juicy. Then I rolled her over and gave it to her in the ass-hole. It was tough. I almost got blisters on my cock, she was so tight and dry. But it was good, looking down and watching my cock go into that black cunt and up her ass. When she came to, she was blubbering all over the place, and I told her I'd give her some more if she didn't suck my cock, and this time, no biting. She went to work on my prick and she didn't fool around this time at all. She just sucked and sucked until I came in her mouth. I held her head down on my prick when I came so she had to swallow the jism. When I took her back to where she lived, I told her that if she said anything to anybody, the gang would burn her house down, and beat the hell out of her family. I told her to meet me the next day, and she did!
"I told the gang about her, and this time, I took her to where we used to meet, in the garage of one of the guys. She was scared as hell, but we made her fuck and suck until she was about to pass out. We were all pooped out by then, and one of the kids made her shove a broomstick up her cunt. He wanted to measure just how far a guy could get a cock into a little cunt like hers!
"When we let her go, she was a mess. We didn't know that she'd tell on us, but she went bawling to her mother. She didn't have any father, but she had two older brothers, about fourteen and fifteen. Those crazy niggers came after us! She showed them where the garage was, and they came the next night. You know what they had? Gasoline! They poured it all over the outside of the garage and then threw a match. We were inside playing cards, and you never saw such a scramble!
"We ran out, just in time to see the two guys running away. We didn't even stop to try to put out the fire. We couldn't have, anyhow, it was burning like crazy. We just went after those two black bastards. We caught up with them a block away, and man, you should have seen their faces. I think they turned white, they were that scared. We took them to an old, empty shed on the edge of niggertown, and we stripped them naked and tied their hands. Then we sent one of the guys to get this little nigger kid that had started the whole thing. While he was gone, we burned the two brothers' cocks and balls with cigarettes. One of the guys got the idea to piss in their mouths, and while a couple of the guys forced their mouths open, the rest of us pissed on their faces and in their mouths. One of the guys even took a shit in one nigger's mouth and made him swallow some of it!
"Then I got to wondering how they would be as an ass-fuck, and we burned them good until they were glad to get up on their knees and be fucked in the ass. I took a crack at the first one, and he wasn't bad at all. The other one was too scared to be any good. He actually fainted a couple of times, but three of us ass-fucked the first one.
"When they brought the girl back, we made these guys sit there and watch, while we shoved cocks into her cunt, her ass-hole and down her throat. You never saw three more scared people in your life. The youngest boy-the one that kept fainting-kept pissing all over himself, he was that scared.
"After we all had some fucking and sucking from the kid, we made her suck her brother off while we made the other brother lick her cunt. Before we let them go, we cut the boys up a little-not enough to make them bleed to death-just some nicks on their faces and chests, and a couple of good slices on their pricks.
"We did that to a lot of niggers, after that, but most of the guys got tired of black fucks. We started after some of the white girls in the school. Man, you'd be surprised how some of those thirteen and fourteen-year-old cunts like their fucking. We had about five of them that really kept us busy. Then one of the dumb bitches got pregnant. We couldn't raise any money for a doctor, and we wouldn't have known where to get one, anyhow. So we decided to 'fix' her ourselves. We got some whiskey-one of the guys stole it from his father-and we made her drink the whole damned quart. When she passed out, we stuck an ice pick up her snatch, poking around until we were sure, from the blood that came out, that we had fixed her good.
"When she woke up, she was still too drunk to stand, so we took her over to one of the nigger kids' houses, and told them to take care of her. We told them that if they said we'd brought her there, we'd cut off their balls and tits, and they knew we meant it.
"Then the damn dumb bitch died! The nigger woman at the house had tried to stop the bleeding with some home remedies. I think she fucked things up, but anyhow, the cops arrested four of us guys. I don't know what will happen now. That damn dumb little bitch, getting pregnant like that! She really fucked things up for us guys!"
Of the four youths arrested, three were sentenced to indeterminate sentences in reformatories. Mario, the principal agent in this vicious murder, was judged mentally incapable of being tried, and was committed to a mental institution for the criminally insane. The defense attorneys for the other three youths continued to try to get a new trial for them on the premise that it was the Negro woman's ministrations to the dying girl that caused her death. All appeals were denied. Mario's account was given while he was awaiting the court's decision as to his mental competence. If he is declared legally sane, he can be tried on several charges, including involuntary manslaughter-the same charge which sent his three savage companions to the reformatory.
It may be reasonable to conclude that economic deprivations, when combined with the inherent feelings of group cohesiveness in underprivileged areas, can be responsible for the youth's initiation into gang sex and the brutal acts of violence which often follow. The following case clearly illustrates that, depending on the youth himself, the results need not be disastrous.
Manuel R, a Mexican-American, was led into this same sex trap. He is one of nine children born and raised in the slums of a large Western city. Fortunately for Manuel, there is a chance for him to straighten out his sex life and become a healthy, normal individual. He is an alert, intelligent fellow, and talks freely of his experiences in an effort to help others of similar circumstances avoid the pitfalls he has known. Here, in Manuel's own words, is his story:
"Life isn't easy in a Mexican slum, and the one thing that we could always get for free was sex. I guess I lost my cherry when I was about thirteen-maybe younger. And there are a lot of other things that people assume, that just aren't true. One thing is about the Mexicans and the colored guys. You might think that we get along, just because we're sort of 'in the same boat,' being the two minority groups in the city. But some of the wildest gang fights I was ever in were between Negroes and Mexicans. And it was always them that came to our neighborhood, looking for trouble. They came looking for girls and that meant trouble.
"It's a funny thing, but the white guys as well as the Negroes seem to think that all Mexican girls are sexpots, and that all they have to do is whistle, and the dames will flop over on their backs. Maybe that's true of some of them. They like their loving pretty hot, but they want to keep it in the neighborhood, too.
"My oldest brother is on the police force, and if it hadn't been for him, maybe I wouldn't be doing so good today. A lot of the gang that I ran with are now in jail, or else they're in all kinds of trouble all the time.
"My first trouble with the law was over a gang bang, and I mean a real street gang bang. The gang was in front of a taco stand that we used to hang around a lot, when these colored chicks-five of them-came cruising by in a jalopy. Naturally, we started whistling and hollering, and right at that time their car conked out.
They had been pretty brave and smart-alecky while they were moving, but when they became sitting ducks for us, they got pretty scared. They were about seventeen, maybe a little older, and they had come into our neighborhood on a dare. And now we had them where they couldn't get out.
"We pushed the car into an alley and told them we'd get it fixed, but first we were going to have a little 'black-ass.' The two oldest ones took it as a joke. I guess they had been fucking around in their own neighborhood a lot, because one laughed and said that we couldn't afford their prices. Then one of our guys told them that they couldn't afford not to give us some ass, and he showed them a switchblade knife that he carried.
"We took them into the back yard of an auto salvage place where there were a lot of seat cushions, and we went to work. It was my first piece of black ass, and I was a little nervous-mostly because my brother told me that if he ever caught me not toeing the mark, he'd wrap me up good, and he could do it, too. He'd been a pretty good boxer before he joined the police force and I was more afraid of him than of anybody in the world-even the boyfriends of these colored gals. One gal kept telling us that her boyfriend was following in another car, and I was glad we had pushed their heap into an alley, where it-would be hard to spot.
"Once those gals got warmed up, they really went the route. This cute little chick that I grabbed wasn't as dumb as she made out. First she said that she had the rag on, so I told her that she'd just have to suck cock. She surprised the hell out of me by acting real happy about it. So, I took it out. It was already pretty hard by then after me feeling her tits and ass through her dress.
"She never batted an eyelash. She just got on her knees in front of me and began skinning back the foreskin, sort of half-jerking me off, while she kept touching the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue. When she started to really work her lips and tongue on my dick, man, she made me come inside a couple of minutes. Then Big Al came over and flopped her on a car seat and yanked off her panties. It made no difference to him that she had the curse. He just shoved his dick in. Then another guy came over, pushed me aside and began to fuck the chick in the mouth!
"There were nine of us and five girls and before it was over, I'd had every girl at least one way, and I think all the other guys had, too. We didn't even bother taking turns. If there was an open hole in sight, one of us filled it with his prick. Big Al fucked one girl in the ass-hole while another guy was trying to screw her in the pussy. I don't know how they liked it, but I do know that all five of those girls dragged themselves out of there that night with at least nine different cocks having been shoved up their pussy, their ass-holes and in their mouths.
"We thought it was a gas then, but the next night, three cars loaded with Negro guys pulled up in front of the taco shack. They tossed a fire bomb inside, then headed for the other parts of the neighborhood. One of the Mexican girls they got was my sister, Linda, and they more than made up for what we'd given to their girls. Here's what Linda told us later.
" 'I was with Sophie, my girlfriend, coming home from the library, when this carload of colored boys pulled up. We just kept walking, pretending we didn't see them but they came right at us. They grabbed me but Sophie ran into a house, and they didn't chase her inside. They put me in the car, one of them holding my mouth with his big, black hand. The others in the back seat tore off my panties and my dress, and they began to shove their fingers inside my pussy, while another one kept biting the nipple of one of my breasts.'
" "They took me to a field, about ten blocks from my house, and then they just took turns with me-two at a time. One would screw me, while the another would make me suck his cock. I think I fainted once or twice, but they kept me there for over two hours. There were six of them and I know that I was screwed at least ten times, and every one had at least one turn at putting his cock in my mouth. Two of them also shoved their dicks up my ass-hole, and I cried and tried to holler for help. When I did, one of them began to punch me in the stomach and hit me hard between the legs with his fist. After that, I tried to keep from screaming while they went ahead and had ass-screwing.'
"When my sister made it home, she was hysterical and she called my brother at his house. He's married and he was at home, so he came over and called the closest police precinct. He made my sister give a full description and all the details she could remember.
"After that, it turned into a sex war. We got two little colored girls the next night, and we really beat the hell out of them, and then we all fucked them good and made them suck us off. I think the girls were about eleven, maybe a little younger, because neither had any titties and they didn't have any hair on their slits. When I shoved my cock into the mouth of the youngest one, she bit me, so I slapped the living daylights out of her. I reached a finger up inside her pussy and put another finger in her tight little ass-hole, and I squeezed and twisted until she screamed in pain; then one of the guys shut her up by shoving his cock down her throat until she gagged on it. But he didn't let up. Those two were just the start. It got even worse. We caught a couple of young male Negroes and we had a real gang bang with them. We corn-holed both of them, and we made them suck us off, two or three times, and we'd hold their mouths shut and make them swallow the come. Mike cut both of them pretty deep, right on their cheeks.
"We got on a violence kick, I guess you'd call it, and we grabbed anything that moved and was black. We got one woman and her two daughters, about eight and ten years old, and the seven of us fucked and sucked and corn-holed them until they passed out.
"That was the end of me on that kick. The woman knew my brother, and although she wasn't positive in her identification, she didn't have to be. My brother came over and beat the living hell out of me. I mean he would have killed me with his bare fists if I hadn't admitted that I'd been running with that gang that had been pulling all the sex bangs. He told me that if he ever heard of me being with any of the gang again, he'd send me up. He would have, too.
"I began to concentrate on football and my school work, and I made the team and did real well. Then I got a scholarship to the university and took up psychology. From what I know now, I can see why that sex kick stayed with me. I liked the violent parts-the cutting up of those kids, the burning with cigarettes and matches.
And, when I started to go steady with a girl, I found that I enjoyed hurting her, too. I used to pinch the nipples of her breast until she cried out or slapped me. When I had intercourse, I found that I liked to shove my finger hard and deep into her ass-hole. Finally, I started going to a cathouse, and having two or three girls work on me at the same time. I noticed also that in football I really enjoyed the body contact-the physical part of the game. I knew I needed help, so I went to my brother and he enrolled me in group therapy. Now that I'm majoring in psychology, I may eventually be able to help other kids like myself. I've got a long way to go, but I've already learned a lot about myself.
"I don't blame the neighborhood and the slums, because I now know that this kind of stuff also takes place in the better neighborhoods; We've got kids on campus who are wealthy and they still go in for the sex brawls and the violence, in spite of all their beliefs in non-violence.
"I'm going to make it, and when I do, I want to work with young kids who think it's smart to screw around and to try drugs. I know better now. Those kind of kicks only lead up a one-way street. I found my way back and I'm going to devote my life to keeping other kids off that road to hell."