Beyond question, the pedophile is a major menace to children in the United States-if not the whole world. The homosexual pedophile is particularly dangerous, for the simple reason that he is more aggressive. And he is a poor candidate for a cure of his deviation.
Consider the following:
Last summer three small boys were walking along a street in one of our major cities, when a car drew up, and the driver, a well-dressed man in his late forties, beckoned to nine-year-old Jerry. The man held out a piece of paper with an address on it, asking for directions. Presently, in response to the man's offer of "I'll give you a dollar if you take me there," Jerry got into the front seat beside the man, who drove off. When Jerry's two companions got home, they told their parents, who immediately notified the authorities. And for good reason. The area, even though it was in a better section of the city, was rife with rumors of sexual acts being committed against girls and girls of tender years.
After the authorities reached the street and began asking people if they had seen the car, some high school boys with cars of their own decided to help trace it. The boys spotted the descripted car parked behind a highway billboard display sign. The driver attempted to get away in his car, but the boys forced him to the shoulder of the highway. The little boy-Jerry-was crying and, so was the driver.
"I didn't hurt him, I didn't hurt him," the driver kept repeating over and over, and he begged the high school boys not to harm him. "Don't beat me up," he pleaded.
The boys held the driver for the authorities who, arriving minutes later, recognized the man as a well known minister. The minister and his wife, including a two-year-old son, had moved into the city ten months before. Since the ministers transfer forty-nine sex offenses had been reported to the authorities in the area, and the majority of those complaints mentioned the type of: car the minister drove On at least three occasions he had been suspected but ruled out because they simply could not bring themselves to believe that a man of God could be guilty of such hideous offenses-sodomy, which covered fellatio and cunnilingus and anal intercourse. As it turned out, the minister had a long history of sex offenses that astonished even tough-skinned authorities.
A year after his ordainment, after whispered rumors that he was taking a strange interest in the little boys of his parish, the minister was transferred to a church in another city. Two months later he was arrested for masturbating a small three-year-old boy while visiting the child's house and while the boy's mother was preparing a pot of coffee for the good man. The bishop of the diocese managed to get the charge dropped after assuring the court that the man was emotionally ill and would seek qualified help. The minister was transferred to another parish. Two months later he was again arrested for abusing an eight-year-old boy-anal intercourse-in the church basement. Again his bishop intervened and had the charge dropped, thanking the authorities for sparing the church adverse publicity and for their delicate handling of the nasty case.
The bishop removed his pedophiliac pastor's police record from the diocesan files and, stripping him of all ecclesiastical functions, shipped him off to work as a janitor at another-church, where the disturbed pastor underwent mental treatment for a year, after which he was certified as cured. The bishop then restored him to his duties as a man of the cloth, and the minister was sent to his present church, where-so the authorities think-he committed over a hundred sex offenses against boys and girls.
After the minister's arrest, his wife collapsed in tears, telling the authorities how she would fearfully count the hours her husband would spend outside his home and church. "It was like living with a time bomb," the poor woman explained. "I never knew when he would grab some little boy or girl."
A meek character, the minister confessed readily to the authorities. From him they learned that he seldom varied his technique for luring boys and girls into his car. He would stop and ask for an address on a street that the child knew, offering the boy or girl a dollar to take him there. He always took off his clerical collar, replacing it afterward.
"After I got the girl in the car, I would then perform cunnilingus," the minister confessed, using the proper medical terms for the act, adding that the child was usually too frightened or startled to resist. "I'd force her to if she tried to resist. And I'd force her to fellate me, also. Of course, I always made them fellate me to ejaculation. I'd suck a little boy's penis and have him suck mine, or I would force him to anal intercourse. I liked anal intercourse better than having him fellate me, as I could derive better sensation from the former."
This man was eventually defrocked by his bishop.
The following case illustrates in detail the method of operation used by a homosexual pedophile-as told in the first person. The subject is a lawyer, age forty-one and unmarried. He stands high in his profession, and is a man of unimpeachable nature with a very realistic intelligent understanding of human and social problems. He maintains a large apartment, larger than he can afford on his normal income. He does, however, have some additional income from the estate of his deceased mother. While women never come to his apartment, it does fill a great need for him and is a very important part of his life. Those who do come to the place are usually young men in their teens or even as young as ten and twelve, and-in his own words:
"I practice fellatio and anal intercourse with these young boys. I have to pay some, but most of them enjoy the experience as much as I do. I also go to health clubs and turkish baths to find young men to fuck, even though I prefer boys around ten and twelve years old. But first I will tell you about the health clubs.
"My experiences in these places seldom varies, as there is only one procedure to follow. You go to the window and pay a small fee, lock up your valuables, after which you get a towel and a robe. The attendant takes you to the locker room and you undress. Next thing you do is take a shower and go to bed either in your own room or in a dormitory hall. It all depends on the fee you pay. Most of the occupants are there for the same reason, either to suck or get sucked or be fucked in the asshole.
"One can either rest on his bed or roam about the place. Either way, sooner or later, other men will begin looking you over. You will also notice that they have a hard-on. After a time, you will make a contact. Someone will sit down on your bed and begin playing with your cock, and you will do the same with him and all sorts of things will happen. The rooms are always dimly lighted, and I have seen as many as a dozen couples-of course, none but men are present-sucking and fucking each other. Why one night, I had five different men taking sexual liberties with me. I almost went out of my mind with the intense desire! One sucked my prick; one sucked my nipples and fucked me in the asshole. Another one licked me between my legs, while another man had his head between my legs from the rear, licking the cock of the man who was flicking me in the ass. I must have come two or three times.
"I remember one time when I met this young fellow about eighteen-in a Turkish bath. We were in the steam room and were naked, naturally. He had his glasses on and I asked him if the steam didn't bother him-fog up his glasses. He was not the least bit hairy but had a beautiful cock hanging there, really a gorgeous circumsized prick. He began playing with my cock and asked me if I'd like to play with his.
"I'll suck it and get it nice and hard for you, I told him. ‘Go ahead,' he replied, ‘but I want to come off. You suck me off and swallow the stuff when I come." I said I would and began sucking his prick, playing with his nice balls at the same time. His cock tasted good and he shot in a few minutes and I swallowed every drop of his come. I asked him then to suck me, but he wouldn't do it. He said he was tired and wanted to rest.
"I left the steam room and began cruising. At the end of one of the halls there was a young man sitting on a stool. He seemed to be in his late teens. I had a big hard-on from sucking the other fellow and after I stopped before him, he reached out and began playing with my cock, feeling the head and fingering my balls. I asked him if he wanted to come to my room, and he nodded. After we got to my room, we lay down on the bed and necked and french-kissed. Then I moved my head down to his cock, which by now was large and as hard as hell. I began. tasting his lovely prick and as I sucked I could feel him moving around for a sixty-nine. I crawled over his face and let my cock fall into his waiting mouth. He began sucking me real hard, at the same time running a finger into my asshole. While he sucked he flicked his finger into my asshole. We both came about the same time, and he swallowed my come and I took every drop of his.
"After the young fellow left, I decided to stay in my room, leave the door open, and wait for business. Several minutes later a man of about thirty passed. He looked me over, smiled and walked in. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he began playing with my prick. I responded and he started sucking me. He raised his head from my cock and asked me to pinch his nipples. I did so and he went back to sucking me, at the same time jacking his own cock off. I-kept pinching his nipples and finally shot my load into his mouth.
"Later, I walked around again, and saw this young man who didn't look over seventeen. He was lying on his back in his room, naked, and I wanted him the moment I saw his magnificent cock which, while rather small, was huge and erect and very well-formed. His balls were drawn up tight against his crotch. I went into his room and started to run my fingers over his pretty prick and hard balls. He turned over on his side, opened his eyes and smiled at me.
"I told him that I would like to suck him off. ‘Go ahead,' he said. ‘Do a good job on me. I'll let you do anything you want, if you let me fuck you in the mouth first. I just love it that way.'
"I asked him to show me the position he preferred, adding that I would comply with his wishes if he would permit me the privilege of fucking him in the asshole. The boy had a slim waist and a perfect ass for pederasty-almost as delicious as a ten-year-old ass. He said he'd let me, motioning for me to get on the bed and lie on my back.
"After I was in position, he crawled on top of me and began rubbing the head of his cock across my lips. Finally he shoved his prick full into my mouth, which he started a slow motion with his hips, working his stiff prick in and out of my lips, at times pushing it so deeply that the swollen head touched the back of my throat. He came off after five minutes or so and. gradually removed the wilting violet from my now dripping lips. ‘That was really good,' he breathed. ‘How do you want to corn-hole me?'
"I told him to get on his hands and knees and I'd do the rest, getting more excited as I ran my hands over his beautiful ass-cheeks. I got behind the boy and first worked the entrance of his asshole with my tongue, oiling it properly, preparing it for the entry of my prick. My performing analingus excited him greatly, forcing his cock to harden once again.
"I had mounted his ass-cheeks, shoving with not too much difficulty the head of my prick into his watered anus. An excellent fit-nice and tight and quite comfortable. I wasted no time, of course, riding the boy's fine ass with very satisfying motions, while he held the top of the bed, grunting and groaning every now and then.
"As I fucked him, a man of about fifty passed the room and asked if he could slide underneath the boy and suck his cock. Both I and the boy nodded, and quickly the man slid underneath the boy, taking his stiff and throbbing prick deeply into his mouth.
"I must explain that I use Turkish baths mainly because they offer me the best opportunities for contact with the least amount of effort and resistance. The truth is that I prefer adolescent boys, but of course they are not as easily obtained. There is always the element of danger and exposure. Because of this, I am extremely cautious in my efforts toward obtaining young boys as sex partners. But in all these years, not once have I been stopped or questioned by the authorities.
"One of my methods is to walk my dog in a park that has a playground. You see, I have found that a man walking his dog is never suspected of enticing children. However, one must have ultimate patience in using this method and wait for the proper moment. By this I mean that you must wait until a boy approaches you. Sooner or later, a boy will, usually to inquire about my dog.
"After you begin talking to the boy, it doesn't take long to ascertain his sexual knowledge and experience, if any, and the state of his morality. Boys around ten, eleven and twelve and older are not the sexless little bastards a lot of people think they are. Quite the contrary. Boys that age-and girls, too-have an intense curiosity about sexual matters; boys especially are more than willing to talk about sexual things once the ice is broken, so to speak. They enjoy bringing the subject out into the open, and often they are more than willing to experiment. I should say that two boys out of five will let you play with their little cocks. That has been my experience.
"After a boy and I begin a conversation-well-first I'll buy us some hot dogs or ice cream from a nearby stand. Many parks have these, you know. This gesture usually establishes a friendly raport between me and a boy, making it easier for me to entice him into my car. If the park does not have a food stand, I suggest he take a ride with me and have something to eat, after I have analyzed my chances to fuck him. Some boys refuse; most don't. Naturally, I never use force; that is out of the question…
"Once we get into my car, the rest is not too difficult. After we drive off and are parked in some isolated spot, away from prying eyes-I tell the boy the engine of the car is hot and that we have to park to let it cool off-I begin showing the boy some good fuck pictures, photographs of men and women sucking and fucking each other-not the little cartoon booklets, but actual 8X10 photographs where everything is nice and clear. I don't have to tell the result. The lad becomes very excited and interested over the display, intensely curious; and I keep him in such an emotional mood by commenting about the breasts of the women, their cunts and the large cocks of the men. All the while, as I'm talking, I feel his cock through his pants. As a rule, an eleven-year-old boy's cock gets rigid almost instantly, the minute he sees the pictures.
"And-I recall a boy I picked up in the park about two weeks ago. He was about twelve and quite a handsome lad with dark curly hair. Very mannerly, too, saying ‘Yes sir' and ‘no sir.' I bought him a hamburger and a couple of orange drinks, then we parked along a deserted section of the river. I brought out the pictures. I tell you his eyes almost popped out of his head, and his mouth fell open. ‘Gee! I ain't never seen anything like this!' he said. ‘Men and women doing it!'
"I asked him, ‘Haven't you ever played with a little girl, Eddie?' His face got red slightly. ‘Uh huh. A few times. A girl in my class. She plays with my thing and I put my finger in her hole. She puts my thing in her mouth… sometimes.' I looked at him, happy with this information. ‘And it feels good when she sucks on your thing, doesn't it?' I said.
"‘Uh huh. It feels real good. Finally it feels like my thing's got to bust, and sometimes it does.' He stated, staring at the pictures. ‘Gee!' he whispered. ‘Their things are so big! And them women's got things in their mouths!'
"I laid my hand on the boy's lap, started to fingering his little prick, which was, of course, quite hard. Startled, he looked at me but didn't say anything. As I unzipped his pants, and extracted his little cock, I said, ‘You have a nice thing, Eddie. It will be nice and big some day, just like in the pictures. Then you'll be able to have a lot of girls.'
"Slowly, I began to masturbate his circumsized prick with my left hand, while with my right I brought out my own throbbing cock, which was huge and hard. He made no effort to resist as I placed his hand around it. ‘Now you jack me,' I said. ‘Do you think it feels nice? Do it to me like you do it to yourself.'
"When the little boy began working his fist up and down my cock, I knew I had it made with him. Excited sexually, my cock about ready to squirt to the roof of the car, I jacked his smaller prick and he worked on mine, until finally fearing I would come off, I removed his hand. ‘Now I'll do something nice to you, Eddie,' I said.
"Bending low, I slipped his little, pretty prick into my mouth… began a hard sucking action, driving the kid wild, making him move his sweet ass-cheeks about in the seat. He enjoyed the action and I swear almost swooned as I scooted my tongue all around the tiny smoothness of his cock head. I also satisfied him with a gentle chewing motion, which most little boys enjoy.
"He shot off, even at that age. It was a thin watery stream, saying, ‘My thing's bustin' again.'
"I sat up, wiped my mouth and placed his hand around my cock again. ‘You do it to me now, Eddie,' I urged. ‘Take the big red head of my thing into your mouth and suck on it. You'll enjoy it.'
"The boy looked at me shyly. ‘No… I wouldn't. I don't want to do that.'
"At this point let me explain that I never attempt to force a boy's mouth around my cock. Such action might cause a child to panic-to scream or run. It is a matter of simple psychology. Either a child will suck your cock or he won't. ‘I'll show you something, Eddie,' I said, taking a box of rubbers out of the dash compartment. I unrolled one and slipped it over my prick, pleased that the boy was watching me with his mouth half open.
"‘How come you don't put it on tight?' he asked. ‘I mean you got it loose at the end.'
"That's to catch my come,' I explained. ‘If I put the rubber on tight, it could burst when I come off, especially if I had my cock in.a woman's cunt and was fucking her. Tell you what. You slip your pants down and sit on my lap and I'll put my thing between your legs. Will you do that for me?'
"‘I… I don't know… '
"‘Here… I'll give you fifty cents.'
"‘It won't hurt, will it? I mean, you ain't gonna shove that big thing in my butt-hole?'
"‘Of course not,' I said. ‘I just want to put it between your legs. The head of my thing will be sticking out in front of your own little cock.'
"‘Well… okay.' The boy let his pants down and moved to my lap. I slipped my cock between his legs holding them close together so that they enclosed my prick nicely-and began an up and down motion, as best as I could. In a few minutes I shot my load.
"Eddie also permitted the enjoyment of analingus, letting me work my tongue around his little asshole but not inside. He also let me suck him off once again. He was a nasty little boy, Eddie was. He enjoyed every minute of what I did to him, but he just wouldn't suck me off. In fact, he liked it so much, he even wanted to meet me again, but I never return to the same child. Children talk, tell their friends, and to return for a second time is far too dangerous.
"Little girls leave me absolutely cold and do not excite me in the least… and I can't stand to be as much as touched by an adult female. To me there is something hideously filthy about a man's putting his prick into the slimy pussy of a woman. The mere thought makes my flesh crawl. To me, to fuck a woman would be completely unnatural. Why, it would make me feel like some kind of pervert!"
Like a slowly-growing cancer, this man spreads perversion… silently and insidiously. It is a known fact that men-and women-who are now homosexual got that way because, as youngsters, they were introduced to abnormal sex practices by adults.