Famous Pederasts in History!

My BFF Jerr-Bear was one a long line of "coaches," what we pederasts like to call ourselves, who showed their proto-jays how PLAY BALL!

The first man on the list upon our return is legendary basketball coach John Wooden; in the picture above he is shown telling a knowing onlooker to keep his secret safe. Wooden served as head basketball coach of the UCLA mens basketball team from 1948 to 1975. Over the course of his long career he achieved unparalleled success, winning 10 championships (including 7 straight) and setting the record for consecutive wins with 88 in a row. Wooden is one of the most famous coaches in the history of sport, yet he might have gone unnoticed had it not been his passion for sultry young lads. He discovered the burning black ball of pederasty in his soul while vacationing in Southern California with his wife in the spring of 1935. A young bellhop came to deliver the couple’s bags, Coach Wooden invited him inside for an hour of heavily lubricated pleasure, and the rest is history. Years later, Mr. Wooden would reject an offer to coach at the University of Minnesota in favor of the same position at UCLA, presumably in order to pursue the titillation of that first encounter. Legend has it that his famous “Pyramid of Success” was inspired by an actual ‘boy pyramid,’ as Wooden called it, built of Peruvian migrant farm hands. One can safely presume that without John Wooden’s maddening desire to satisfy his deep-seated pederasty, the world would be deprived of one of the most ardently faithful, quietly brilliant, and unquestionably successful men who has ever lived.

Famous Pederasts in History returns with a beloved figure among men, women, and children: Fred Rogers. Known by his more formal title of “Mr.”, Fred Rogers spent his illustrious life making television programming that adults and children alike can enjoy. At the end of the day, however, Mr. Rogers had only one target audience: adolescent boys. Known in his neighborhood for his fondness of anal play and masked sex games, Mr. Rogers collected an astounding number of boy toys throughout his long and luminous life. As he wrote to one of his neighbors in 1985, “Hello there, neighbor…I need your help. There’s a young boy, perhaps about 13, who’s a neighbor of yours. I’d like to get to know him a little bit more than just as neighbors, if you know what I mean. If you could set up a meeting, I would be most grateful.” It’s safe to assume that without the inspiration he found from these illicit liaisons, Mr. Rogers would never have welcomed us into his home with such neighborly fervor or creative zeal.