Chapter 5

BROTHERS UNDER THE BLANKET

Homosexual incest is a rarity, yet, late studies of homosexuals tend to leave us with the feeling that brotherly incest is not as rare as we would have it-only that it seldom comes to light.

Homosexuals, by and large, in the past two decades, have become more open, more militant, less reticent to talk about themselves. Several homosexual organizations have sprung up, lending credence to the adage that, "In unity, there is strength."

The problem in investigating homosexuality is that one must take the statements of homosexuals at face value, for few wish to change, and therefore, few seek any help. However, many have become candid in their effort to get the homosexual viewpoint across, and in their publications, they state very clearly their aims, appetites and methods. Two such publications offer much to the interested observer. They are Drum and One. Drum, interestingly enough, takes its name from a famed quotation: "He who seems out of step with the other marchers, perhaps walks to the sound of a different drum." (Italics mine.)

Much of the following is gleaned from the many issues of these two publications made available to the author. Other portions are actual word-of-mouth and face-to-face talks with homosexuals. It has been condensed and put into a more readable form, after much painstaking effort.

AUTHOR'S ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: We are indebted to the famed Los Angeles policewoman, Mary Ross, who now conducts her own private detective agency in that city. Mrs. Ross has been honored for her efforts in juvenile rehabilitation and police work, by newsmen, and by police officials and departments all across America. We are fortunate to count this gracious lady among our close friends, and we are happy to make note of her help in this particular chapter, as well as with segments of others.

Jack and Ed W. ran afoul of the law in Los Angeles, at the age of 17 and 16, respectively. They were picked up by vice squad detectives, and were fortunate enough to be turned over to an understanding woman detective-a woman who, at that time, had a son exactly the same age as Jack, the older of the brothers. They had been picked up in a notorious "gay" bar in West L.A., for "soliciting."

Unfortunately, we were unable to gain personal interviews with these two brothers, but we have a fairly complete record of their activities.

Mary Ross is, first of all, a mother. Second, she is devoutly religious, counting on, asking, and thanking her God for everything.

Mrs. Ross has a special soft spot in her heart for young boys, because she struggled to raise one-a youth with all the wild tendencies that any boy would have who has been deserted by his father, yet who has a mother who is a saint.

Police work is rough. You get to know the con-artists, the whiners, the liars, the dope addicts-the whole bit, and Mary knew them all when this pair of brothers were brought in. At that time, she was in charge of the juvenile hall, and she was like a fretful mother hen; seeing that habitual criminals'were not tossed in with green kids.

But Mary guessed wrong this once. These two boys were confirmed, hardened homosexuals. And, they had originally become homosexuals with incestuous relationships!

Looking at their faces, Mary pulled a "switcheroo". She refused to allow the boys to be booked, and instead, offered to take them home to her place (a lovely apartment in the heart of Hollywood, decorated with scores of honors and police work mementoes.)

When she took them home, it was about nine o'clock, and the boys were hungry. Mary fixed a nice meal, and, having but one bedroom with twin beds, she asked them if they would like to share the bedroom, while she slept on the luxurious couch. Of course, being perfect gentlemen, the boys refused. Mary then rigged up a very comfortable bed on the floor for one, while the other slept on the couch.

While she loves and believes in people, this woman is no dummy. If she were, she wouldn't have hung up all the honors she did; not just police-wise, but in the hearts of so many people. She detected the sounds of what she was sure was sex activity, and-not sneaking, but boldly advancing into the room-she surprised the brothers in the act of mutual fellatio. It shocked Mary, of course, but she is a practical, hardheaded woman, and she knew that the only hope for these boys-one 16, the other 17-was for they themselves to want to be helped and make an honest effort to cooperate. She made them stop; made coffee, and they talked into the wee small hours. This is their story, for which we cannot vouchsafe, because it was never verified officially. However, in light of the weird sex lives of these youngsters, it seems it must be at least true in the main.

Jack and Ed were born in Chicago, in a cheap slum area. They were brought up by their mother who worked ostensibly as a waitress in a low cocktail dive, but who made her major earnings as a prostitute. Both boys, even at their tender ages, hated women-all women-because they hated their mother and her cohorts with a deadly passion. (This in itself, experts agree, can be a springboard to homosexuality).

And, they had good reason. When these boys were less than 10 their mother permitted (or at least sought no punishment for the man who accomplished the act) homosexual rape! The man was a pervert who lives with her, off and on, and off her earnings-even acting as a pimp on occasion, collecting in advance and keeping the money. He was a dope addict, and the boys are not certain, but they believe that their mother may have been an addict also.

I was eight and Jack was nine, Ed related. We didn't have much at home, except each other, and we hung around the streets a lot. We'd shine shoes, steal, rack pool and run errands for people. There wasn't much to eat around the joint most of the time. Guys would bring booze, but never anything to eat. Once in awhile a guy would give us a quarter or a half-dollar to get out while he was screwing the old lady, but usually, all we got was a boot in the ass.

One night, the guy is there, hot-assed, but the old lady is passed out, stoned. He was half loaded too, and he got mad when he couldn't get into her. Me and Jack slept in the living room on a "daybed"-a couch that opened into a bed. He comes out of the bedroom, stark naked. I was awake, but Jack was asleep. I pretended to be asleep too, and he comes over and stands beside the bed. Neither of us is wearing anything and it was hot and the sheet-blanket is at the foot of the bed. He begins to play with my dick, and it began to stand up. With his other hand, he's jerking his own. Then he got on his knees and took mine into his mouth, sucking hard and running it in and out. All the time, he's feeling around my ass with his finger, and when he rammed it inside me, it hurt like hell for a minute. Then I sort of forgot it while he was sucking my. dick so good, and pretty soon, I boomed hot all over.

I couldn't come yet, but I sure got the feeling. He kept on, with his finger working my ass and his mouth on my dick, until it happened again. Then he got up, straddled my face and worked my mouth open. I guess by then I was wondering what was so good about taking a dick in the mouth, and I didn't fight much. I just let him put it in, and I began sucking it. It was big, but it wasn't bad except at the end. He shot a whole load into my mouth and shoved his dick almost past my tonsils. All I could do was swallow it. He kept on, and by then, I was afraid to stop, so I sucked it and licked it until it got hard again. But all of a sudden, he got up, rolled me over and spread my legs. He knelt between them and began working the head of his dick into my ass-hole. It hurt a lot, but I was scared. He kept saying, "You're a better fuck than your old lady." He came inside my ass, and then he went down on me again. And while he's sucking my dick, he reaches over and plays with Jack's cock. After I boomed again, he got down on Jack, who was wide awake by then.

I was scared at first, Jack picked up the account. But when I saw that Eddie was there, and all right, I just laid there and let him suck me. That's all he did to me. He went into the bedroom after that, and came out all dressed later. He gave us two bucks, and told us he'd beat the hell out of us if we told anybody.

When he was gone, me and Eddie talked about it. I asked him if he'd liked it, and he said he did. He asked me if I'd like him to suck mine, and he did. Then I did it to him. That's all we did, just jerk off each other and suck each other, until we were about 14.

That guy used to come around a lot after that, and he'd suck us off, then he would bugger us, but Ed and I never tried it on each other, until this one night. We'd been at a Youth Rally or something like that, and I got fooling with this girl in a back room, and had her panties down. I was hot to do something to her, but I honestly didn't know just what. Oh, I knew she had a nice slit, and all, but I wanted her to put my dick in her mouth, and she wouldn't. I did make her masturbate me, and was just getting ready to put my dick in her slit, when we almost got caught and she ran one way and I ran the other.

I told Ed about it when we got home and I asked him if that was what it was like to stick a dick up somebody's ass. I was still all hot from that girl, and Ed said he'd be willing to try. I buggered him first, then he got into me. It was terrific! For the next few months, we didn't need or want anything or anybody. In fact, I never even had a girl-how about that!

Know what the old lady did when she caught us letting her boyfriend bugger us? Ed put in. She made the sonofabitch pay her for screwing us!

Subsequently, the boys took to homosexualism on a commercial basis. Arrested by juvenile authorities, they were sentenced to a term in reform school, and there, they were in constant trouble with their homosexual activities. Released, they simply "blew town" as Ed put it, and headed for California.

In a notorious "gay" bar, they were picked up by vice officers for soliciting. They related several more escapades of a sexual nature and agreed to appear next morning and ask for psychiatric help. Mrs. Ross talked with the court, mentioning some of the contributing factors, and the boys were sent to an honor farm, where they did receive treatment and therapy.

What became of them is unknown, for upon their release, they left the state.

Many psychiatrists and psychologists believe that homosexual acts take place to a high degree among very young boys, such as their pair were when they had their first experience. Normally, it lasts briefly and is thrown off as the boys mature and discover the joys of heterosexual society. Many psychiatrists agree that, if homosexual preference lasts beyond the very early teens, it is almost hopeless to change the pattern. Police and medical experts also feel that, once any form of sex is entered into on a commercial basis, the chances are that the person will continue to use sex as a means of income.

A rarity among homosexuals is incestuous homosexuality between father and son. Psychiatry has long studied and argued the question: Can homosexual tendencies be inherited? This next case history offers considerable grist for argument of this question, but from the viewpoint of both sides-environment and background, as opposed to heredity. It should be pointed out, however, that the genealogists and psychiatrists who believe that heredity is a possibility in instances of homosexuality, are in the minority.

In many ways, this is a classic case, for it reveals many contributory factors recognized by psychiatrists as leading to homosexual practices. This then, is the story of Doug and his son, Rick.

Doug grew up in the depression. As he reached manhood, he enlisted for WW II duty and served in the Navy. He says:

Prior to the Navy, I had one or two homosexual affairs. I say 'affairs' because they were more than just the experimental kid stuff. The first time I ever sucked a cock was when I was nine, but that was almost like a dare. Five of us guys were jerking off in the shack we called our clubhouse. One thing led to another, we started playing with each other's cocks, and the first thing we knew, we were blowing each other. I did it with this one kid a couple of other times after that, but then I didn't have any until I was in high school. The funny thing was, it wasn't with another high school kid. It was a kid that lived next door to us. I was 15 and he was 12. He was a model airplane nut, and had a lot of space in his dad's garage to fool with his airplane gadgets.

I walked in one afternoon, and there he is, jerking off and looking at a dirty picture book he'd copped from his father's closet. It was one of those Maggie and Jiggs books, I remember it clearly. He was embarrassed, at first. He had a shit-eating grin, but he was a nervy little bugger. He just kept on pulling his dick and he hands me the book. I got a hard on real quick, not so much from the book as from watching him jerk off. I took my cock out and sat down on the old car seat beside him, and I put his hand on my dick and I took his, and we jerked each other a little. He had a nice cock-he wasn't circumcised, and when the foreskin peeled back and that wet, red tip came out, I just wanted to suck it. I got down between his knees, and he knew what I was going to do, because he laid back and even guided his gong into my mouth. I tickled it with my tongue, running my lips and tongue up and down it, kissing his balls and nibbling a little with my teeth, until he really went wild. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock deep into my mouth. It wasn't very big. I could take it all, without gagging, and I really enjoyed it. I was a little surprised that he could shoot such a big load into my mouth, because he had a real baby face and only a little pubic fuzz-but when he did, I just kept on sucking and drained him of every drop. I kept on sucking, but he pushed me away, and grabbed for my cock, which was hard as an iron rod by then. He was wild for it, sucking hard and making grunting moans of pleasure when I came in his mouth.

We sucked each other off a couple or three times a week after that. It was Arnold that got me into the buggering bit. He got this other dirty book, about two guys and a girl and we began to wonder what it would be like to stick it in the ass.

"You want to try it on me?" he asked one day. I had wanted to, for a long time, but didn't know how to ask him to let me. Besides, I've always been that way-I have to know that the other guy really wants me, or it's no good.

He took off his pants and got on his hands and knees. I spread his ass cheeks and looked at his brown hole. Sometimes when I'd sucked his cock, I would run the tip of my finger around and into his ass-hole, but it never excited me like this. But when I tried to push it in, it hurt him, and to be honest, it hurt me a little. Arnie went and got some of his mother's cold cream and I covered my cock with it and put some on his brown. It went in easy, and I hit the ceiling with excitement. I leaned back, so I could see my cock going in and out of his ass-hole, and in a dozen strokes, I shot a load right into him. Sucking was good, but this was a thousand times better. His anal muscles were so tight, and the friction was so complete-my whole cock was getting the benefit-that sucking was just the preliminary to the main bout, after that.

Arnie and I had sex balls for almost two years. I never even thought about a girl. I worked after school in a store, I delivering groceries, sacking potatoes, stocking shelves, things like that. I never thought much about having sex with any other guy. Arnie was all I wanted or needed. I even enjoyed it when he would fuck me in the ass, and we worked out a way that the one who was doing the jabbing would reach around and jerk the other guy off. Most of the time, we could even time it so we came together!

The guy that owned the store was about 40, I guess, and he was a widower. One night, after the store was closed, we were stocking some canned goods that came in late. Mr. J called me in the back room. When I went in, he asked me if I had a girl. I told him no. He asked me then if I knew what it felt like to be fucked, and I told him I'd never screwed a girl. He told me he'd been going nuts since his wife died three years ago, and said he wondered if I knew any girl who would fuck him, if he paid her. I knew by then he was full of shit. He wanted his cock sucked. I could see it in his eyes, and besides, his hard on was showing through his pants. I wondered what it looked like. I wondered how it would taste in my mouth. I guess I surprised him a little when I came right out with it. "I'll suck you off and let you corn-hole me, if you want to pay me."

He surprised me when he jumped up and grabbed me and began to kiss me, shoving his tongue in my mouth, feeling my cock, which was also hard by then. He unzipped my pants and got down on his knees in a flash. When he got my cock out and started sucking it, he began to make the same kind of noises Arnie always did when he was real hot and enjoying it. After I came twice, he had me suck him off good, then he put it in my ass-hole and came twice that way. Man, he was an animal. He never could get enough, either way.

Later on, he found out I was fucking and sucking Arnie, and he got Arnie to do it for him. A couple of times, at his house, we even tried a three-way deal; there were lots of combinations. For instance, I would suck Arnie while he was sucking Mr. J and Mr. J would be sucking me. Or, I'd sixty-nine with Mr. J while Arnie would fuck me or him in the ass.

I kept working for Mr. J until I graduated from school. Then I went to work in a steel mill as a weighmaster. I was only there a few months when the draft came up, and I enlisted in the Navy, so I wouldn't have to go into the Army. I'd always thought the Navy would be a good life. I had a ball for the first year. I hooked up with three other guys who were as gay as I was. I was put aboard a carrier, and one of the guys I'd been in training with, went with me. A carrier is like a small city, and we gradually found quite a few guys that, if they weren't completely gay themselves, at least liked their cock sucked and liked some ass-fucking once in awhile.

Eventually, we got caught. They court-martialed me, then sent me for psychiatric checkup. After a couple of months, the doctors recommended that I be given my discharge. Privately, the head psychiatrist told me that I ought to make an effort to try a woman. I'd never even felt a girl's breast, believe it or not.

I went back to work in the steel mill. I told everybody I had gotten a medical discharge, and it worked out fine. In fact, I was a sort of a hero, back from the big war. And I did take the doc's advice. I met Carol. She was a clerk in the plant. She was clever, devil-may-care-different from most of the moaners and groaners, or the cock-hungry women during the war. Nothing bothered her, and we had a couple of dates, dancing, movies, nightclubs. On the third date, we went to her apartment and she got half crocked before she finally got it off her chest.

"What in hell's the matter with me?" she blurted out. "You've never even kissed me or copped a feel. Or are you some kind of a fruit?"

It hit me like a bullet. Fruit! Queer! Homo! I began to shake and then started to bawl, just like a baby! She saw that she'd hurt me terribly and she began to apologize. She came over and sat beside me and began kissing me and holding me, saying she didn't mean what she'd said. She began to rub my cock, through my pants, and I got a hard on, in spite of the fact that I didn't feel anything for her. I was feeling sorry for myself, more than anything. Then she unzipped my pants and began to rub my naked prick. She took it out, and before I knew what she intended, she went down on me! I'd been so damned long without any that I went wild. I laid her down on the couch and knelt over her face, and I fucked her in the mouth. There's a difference, you know, in fucking somebody in the mouth and in having them suck you off. When I shot in her mouth, she gagged a little, but she swallowed it. I eased off on my side, and she sucked me easier, until I came again. She had worked her clothes off, and wanted me to stick it into her cunt, but I was soft. I tried, but I just couldn't stay hard, no matter how much she jerked me off or sucked me. So I told her it was because I'd had too much to drink.

We went out pretty steady after that, and then a funny thing happened-one of the things that make me think that fate really handles things. Carol got a real short haircut-a boyish bob. She had mannish features anyhow, and it made her look like a handsome boy!

The very night she got her hair cut that way, I got a hard on as soon as we got to her place. I let her suck me a little, then I told her I wanted to try it from the back. She agreed-by that time she was so hot for me that she'd have stood on her head. I guess, in the back of my mind, I wanted to shove it up her ass-hole, but I did get my cock into her pussy and began fucking her. But she was moist and eager, and I was not used to this lower position, and it kept slipping out. Meantime, I could see her ass-hole, and just anticipating shoving my cock in it kept me hard, I guess. Anyhow, it slipped out again, and I didn't care anymore. I had to get my cock into that lovely brown hole. I worked it in a little, watching the back of her neck. She reminded me of one of the guys I'd fucked a lot in the Navy, with that haircut. Carol didn't say anything until I rammed it up her hole as far as it would go. All she said was, "Oh, Doug, put your finger in my cunt and help me while you're doing it that way." I kept on shoving, and she had a wonderful ass-hole-tight, smooth, and she kept contracting her muscles so that it was as good an ass-fuck as I'd ever had. It was so good, in fact, that as quickly as I had come in her ass, I pulled it out and worked it into her cunt, and for the first time in my life, I came in a woman's pussy!

We went on like that for several weeks. I told her that it must be either a hang-up I had from the service, or else she wasn't shaped just right for me to enjoy it from the front. She accepted it, and we had sex every way except cunnilingus. She wanted me to suck and lick her cunt, but I kept putting her off.

Then we got married. Frankly, we had to. She'd gotten pregnant. I don't think I loved her, although she did give me perfect sexual satisfaction and we did enjoy doing things together. As more guys left the plant for the service, I kept moving up. By the time the war ended, I was a department supervisor. Rick was three years old then.

My sex life with Carol was becoming dissatisfying-except when she'd suck me off in the dark. She'd let her hair grow long again, and it wasn't the same when I fucked her in the ass. And-I began to suspect that she was getting some extra ass. She'd quit at the steel mill to have Rick, and never did go back to work. I watched one afternoon, sitting in my car, and saw the guy go into the house. He stayed two hours, and in that time, I guess I went right back to being a complete homo. I'd been kidding myself by telling myself that "a mouth is a mouth, and an ass-hole is an ass-hole, where a stiff cock is concerned."

I began to look for a homo hangout. I discovered one quickly enough, and from that night on, I visited the place for at least four nights a week. I bought it, or I just shacked up, with anything and everything in pants! I think I was making up for all those years with Carol. I had no feeling at all for her anymore-not even when she tried to suck my cock, and begged me to put it in her ass. And she was running pretty loose, too. When she started staying away weekends, I started taking guys home.

Then she just took off. She never did seem close to Rick. He was a quiet little kid, read a lot, bookish, not athletic. We used to have some good times together, playing games like Snap, Monopoly and I taught him to play cribbage-I'd learned it in the Navy. It worked out all right. He was 10, and a smart enough kid to take care of himself until I got home from work. I made good money, and he had plenty of money for lunches at school, and he had his own bike. The one thing I did feel a little disturbed about was him being there when I'd have a guy over. I'd send him to the movies a lot, but it got rough on weekends. I always did drink pretty heavy, and I was afraid that I'd get too drunk to be careful.

And, it happened just that way. Five guys and myself were playing poker. Four of them were from the plant, and straight characters. Bill Swas my steadiest fuck from the gay crowd. I should have known better, because Bill had begun to get serious-talked about moving in and getting married in the homosexual sense. Rick went to a movie, then watched the game a little while and went to bed. We always had booze and beer for our poker parties, and I lost heavily that night and drank more than I should have.

When the game busted up, I was pretty loaded. I wanted Bill to leave, and I laid down on the couch in the living room. But he kept nagging me, and he undressed me and he got undressed. He was sucking my cock, but it wouldn't get very hard-too much booze. He kept on begging me, getting louder and louder, to "get ready for a good fuck," and it must have awakened Rick. Bill finally got me good and hard and he was all hard also, and he mounted me in a sixty-nine position. My interest had picked up enough so that I let him shove his cock down my throat, and we were working away on each other good. He came, and I swallowed his load, like I always did, but I was having trouble coming. I told Bill to get on his knees on the floor, that I wanted his ass-hole. I was mounting him, and had just gotten my prick in his brown hole, when I looked up, and there was Rick standing in the doorway. I didn't know how long he'd been watching-the lights were on-but his little cock was stiff and hard!

He ducked back into the bedroom. It sobered me up in a flash, and I told Bill to get his clothes on and get the hell out and never come back! He left in a tizzy, but I didn't care. I was worried about Rick, and I didn't know how in hell I'd ever explain it to him. He was a smart kid for 10-almost ll, but not smart enough to be able to take the fact that his father was a cocksucker! At least, I didn't think so. I was so goddamned upset that I forgot to even put my clothes on. I went into his room, stark naked, my cock still standing up pretty good from unfulfilled sex, and Rick was lying on his bed, without the covers over him. He was naked also, and his hard on was still there! He surprised the hell out of me.

"Do you like that, too, Dad?" he said. It took a minute for it to dawn on me, what he meant by "too?" Was he telling me that he was a cocksucker also? I couldn't believe it; yet, I raced back in memory to my own youth-to Arnie. But Rick! He was only a boy-little more than a baby! Then I remembered my first sucking-off-at age nine!

"It ain't so bad, Dad," he said, "I've watched you before, but not with the lights on. I knew what you were doing. I've done it."

I guess I must have gasped. I know I felt weak and sat down on the bed, staring at him. I couldn't take my eyes off that fine, sturdy little cock. I've always preferred uncircumcised pricks, and Rick had never been circumcised. And I could almost feel Rick staring at my prick! We both must have realized at the same time that we wanted to suck each other's cock, because the movement was almost automatic-like trying to walk underwater-slow, steady, dreamy. When my lips closed over the wet, pink head of Rick's prick, and I felt the spasmodic jerking of his ass as I put my hands around it, I was in heaven. I knew I was a rotten sonofabitch, but I still felt wonderful. I never wanted to take my mouth off his cock, and I guess I wouldn't have, except he had "come"-without any juice, a couple of times. He pulled my mouth off his cock and pushed me over on my back. He never said a word. He began to stroke my prick, tickling the head with his tongue, running his tongue up and down the underside of it, over my balls until I hollered out in ecstasy: "Oh, Rick, suck it-suck it-please!"

If it was heaven to have his prick in my mouth, and feel the hot joy I brought to his body, it was even better when he took my cock in his mouth. He sucked, he toyed with his tongue, he massaged my balls gently. Every good thing I'd ever had from any other male-Rick gave me better. When I'd shot into his beautiful mouth, and he had swallowed it, he began kissing the head of my wet cock, saying over and over: "I love it, I love it!"

I sucked him off again, and afterwards, while I was masturbating him, I asked him if he'd ever had it in his ass-hole, or had ever put his in someone else's. He said he had put his in the ass-hole of a boy at school, but had never had it in his ass. I turned him over and spread his cheeks. I licked his ass-hole and shoved my tongue up inside. I knew by his jerking and moaning that he liked it, but I wondered if it would be too small, and would hurt him. I rolled him over on his back again, and, while I sucked and caressed his cock with my mouth, I ran my finger up inside his ass-hole, gradually going deeper, moving it around, feeling to see how much of my cock he would be able to take. He was wild with passion, and came twice while I was doing it. I got some vaseline, which I always kept handy for cornholing, and massaged his ass-hole with it, using my finger. I rubbed my own cock with it, leaving thick layers of it on the joy stick. I had him get up on his knees, so I could reach around and play with his cock, and went "to paradise."

He was tight, and it hurt a little, but I was gentle. I worked slowly, pushing a bit more of my cock in at a time, until I had about three-quarters of it in. He was so wonderfully tight and sleek, from the vaseline coating, that I could only stroke a dozen times before I came. I'd often heard guys in the Navy raving about how it was to have a young virgin, but this was like entering heaven itself. I just wanted to kiss his dear body all over-and most of all, I wanted him to know this bliss. I sucked him hard again, then greased his prick good. I got on my knees and it was too high for him, so I laid across the edge of the bed and he stood up and began putting it in. Only a homosexual could tell you the wonderful pleasure that sweeps over your body when a lover fucks you, and lets you know by every muscle in his body, that it is heaven for him too. The very motion, slight as it was, as Rick came in my ass, made me have a fine orgasm, right there on the bed!

I was glad I'd been associating with homosexuals at this bar, now, for I saw the truth that they preached. "Be yourself. You're a homosexual, face it, enjoy it, be it!" And now I had a dear, sweet lover that would learn that philosophy, and we could face life with each other, without fear or guilt. Rick and I never pretended after that. We knew we loved each other, and we knew we were homosexuals. Oddly enough, our biggest problem was jealousy-on my part, mostly. When he went into high school, he began fooling with one certain boyfriend, and I knew it. I made a damn fool move and went to talk to the boy. I threatened to tell his parents or the school authorities, unless he knocked it off-I was that jealous! He just laughed at me, and asked me what I thought would happen to Rick if I did that. I even offered him money if he'd not have anything more to do with Rick, but that didn't work.

The night that Rick brought him home to stay overnight, I knew the other boy was a homosexual like we were; that he wasn't just getting his kicks with Rick. I lay in bed, miserable with wonder and jealousy. I didn't know that Rick was trying to convince the boy that I was a "nice guy" and a good dad, and that I would understand. After about three hours, I was still awake, listening to the sounds coming from Rick's bedroom, when the boy appeared in the doorway. In the dimness, I could see that he had a beautiful hard on, and also that he had a shape like a girl-soft, curvy ass, slim hips, nice legs. I knew what he wanted. I just opened my arms and he came to me. He began kissing my mouth, shoving his tongue in and out, while he stroked my cock. He moved down, kissing my nipples, my stomach, all the while jerking me off in a smooth, pleasing manner. By the time he plunged my prick into his soft, warm mouth, I didn't even care that I was aware that Rick was standing in the doorway, watching.

There were others-lots of others, but I was finished with the older homosexuals. I was only 35, but I couldn't bear to be with a man over 22 or 23. When Rick went to college, in the South, I thought I'd go crazy, for a while. Then I became a "sugar daddy." I laid it right on the line to a couple of teenage homosexuals-live with me, I pay all the bills and provide money for whatever they wanted.

That was how I ended up in a wheelchair, for life. This kid-he was 16, and a real wild lover-was living with me. One night, we were just sitting there, watching TV, when the shot came through the window. Of course, I never knew what happened. The bullet hit me low in the neck, almost severing my spinal cord. I was in the hospital for eighteen weeks. I won't ever walk again. It was the kid's brother. He'd come out of the Army and had spotted what his brother had become right away. He'd tried to talk him into coming home, but Larry wouldn't leave me. I guess, in a way, we loved each other-almost like Rick and I had. The brother is still in prison. He killed Larry with his second shot.

Rick tried, when he came home, but I don't have any sensation in my cock-nor any of the lower part of my body. We write, now and then, but we're not close. He's in New York, and although he doesn't say much about it, I know he's in with a real gay crowd. I even saw an article he wrote in one of the homosexual publications: "Drum." You know where they get that title? Some famous philosopher, I forget who it was, said: "Perhaps he who seems out of step, is marching to the sound of a different drum." Isn't that the most descriptive phrase you've ever heard to cover homosexuals like me? March to a different drum!

To try to conjecture what might have happened to this man, and to his son, had he taken an early detour from homosexuality, is just that: conjecture.

An important aspect of this case is this: Can homosexuality be inherited? The majority of the experts say "NO!" Lest the layman be too quick to pass judgment in this unusual case, let us in fairness point to some pertinent factors. This lad, Rick, was not raised in a homosexual atmosphere. As far as he knew, as an impressionable child, his father was normal; so was his mother. It is fruitless to conjecture that the child may have been aware of the unusual and very strained relationship between his parents, or that he was even vaguely aware of his father's extramarital homosexual wanderings. It is equally silly to presuppose that the boy knew of his mother's extra-marital sex activities, and was thus influenced into homosexuality by a mother-hatred.

It is fallacious, on the other hand, to ignore the neglected, empty life at home, during his early years. Unfortunately, we do not have access to his testimony. We cannot know what brought this sensitive (remember-"I love it, I love it") youth to a decision that would lead him to the affections of males, rather than seek out the company of females. It is evident that, at age 10, or at best, 11, Rick was ready-even eager, for homosexual satisfaction-even with his own father!

The utter lack of guilt on the part of the father and the son is significant. In a healthy, unfettered climate, such associations do arise. They are accepted by the community as natural, and thus we see many native tribes and communities which condone incest, in any form, simply because they do not think it unnatural. They have no religious or moral taboos against it.

That this has been a plague to the Christian world, is obvious to anyone who chooses to read the Apostle Paul's letter to the sinners at Corinth. Read I Corinthians in its entirety, and it is evident that there were much more than normal sex relations going on!

In the later questioning of Doug, it was determined that he had had no religious upbringing; nor had he imparted any to his son. We leave this to the reader to use as he chooses.

Again, unfortunately, we have no way of tracing down the ultimate life of Rick, the victim of an incestuous, homosexual father. This is one for the experts-if there is such an animal. They will choose their side and argue long and loud that they are right. We close this case history with one simple statement, made by Doug.

"I knew a long time ago that I was a homosexual. Homosexual means: you enjoy sex with only members of your own sex. So-my son's cock is sweeter to me than any other male's. I read a book, by Joseph Rosenfeld. One of the chapters had this sub head: 'Homosexuality is no advantage, but it is nothing to be ashamed of, no vice, no degradation; it cannot be classified as an illness; we consider it as a variation of the sexual function.' But-that wasn't Rosenfeld speaking; it was an expert-Sigmund Freud. So-who's to say just what is right and wrong in sex? God? Find it for me in the Bible, little as I know of that book. Find a law that says a man shouldn't love his own son beyond the pale of the things society recognizes!"

Science and medicine are nearly helpless against the hard core homosexual or lesbian, merely because we are not able to understand what we consider, at best, "perverted sex or love."

With the recent lessening of the stringency of the laws against homosexuality, police in the states affected say that nothing has really changed EXCEPT-and it is a big exception-homosexual crimes against juveniles, in those states with lenient attitudes, have shown a remarkable decline! We do not have time nor space to go into the various methods of police activities. Suffice it to say, without fear of successful contradiction, that sex appetites and desires are uncontrollable! We have many states whose books say that a man may have intercourse with his wife only in one position: with her supine, the male on top. Look closely into your own conscience. Chances are, in 99 out of every 100 cases, you too, are a sex deviate-perhaps even a sex criminal!