I grew up in the 70's in a little town in California. My dad was a pimp and a hustler. I didn't fully understand what that meant back then. All I knew was that he dressed in the finest threads, drove a big new car and most everybody in our neighborhood feared and respected him.
My mother was just one of countless women my father could have on any given night, although he generally treated mama better than the others. Probably because she was the only one that had given him a son. He always referred to me as his "crown prince and heir to my kingdom".
Dad spent a lot of time at a place we all called the Hole In The Wall. It was a big run down 2-story building on a little hill called Jericho Hill. It was run by an old black man named "Coots". He kept a sawed off shotgun beneath the bar. Inside you had pool tables, a juke box and drinks. Upstairs you had small apartments and each one had a whore in it turning tricks. Outside in a special area screened off from prying eyes you had gambling. Men shooting dice mostly. My dad loved shooting dice. And most every night somebody got cut up or shot or beaten to a bloody pulp over the outcome of a game.
My dad never thought twice about bringing me into that environment because he knew people would look out for me simply out of respect for him.
That saved my life on at least one occasion when I thought I was slick and snuck upstairs to peek through keyholes to watch the whores. There was a certain dude around that everybody knew had a thing for children sexually. And he'd seen me sneak off. He came creeping up the stairs after me, smiling from ear to ear.
"Hey little man," he said. "Don't you know you ain't spose to be up here?? Folks only come up here if they wants to be fucked. You wants to be fucked??"
Just as he slipped his hand down to his fly, a huge shadow popped up behind him and lifted him two feet in the air.
"Mother fucker what the hell you sayin to my nephew??"
It was my dad's best friend Shuga. He stood around 6'6'' and weighed at least 300 pounds. Like my father, he too was something of a pimp and a hustler.
Shuga pitched the would be rapist headfirst down the stairs. Then turned to me "Boy get your ass back down those damn stairs and I bet' not ever catch you up here again!"
He didn't have to tell me twice.

Most days I just hung out with Coots. He kept a case of Sarsaparilla just for me. He'd take one of the brown bottles, snap off the top and slide it down to me as if it were a beer. It made me feel grown and it tickled him.
Old Pops, a constant figure in the bar-pool hall area would call me over for checkers. He was even older than Coots and would cheat his ass off, but everyone always told me to just act as if I didn't know that and let him win. So I would. He'd win every game and slap his knee and laugh. Always telling me huge lies about all his heroic feats during the first big war fighting the Germans.

But I just couldn't get the allure of those upstairs rooms out of my mind. And the older I got and the more puberty kicked in, the more I needed to get up there. So disregarding the time I nearly got raped, I'd sneak back up whenever I had a chance, squatting down and peeking through keyholes.
The first time I ever saw a woman suck a man's dick, it was my mother sucking off a total stranger. I wasn't shocked because I knew more about my dad's business now and how mom played a role in it. But I still felt a surge of anger towards the man and even a little jealousy. At home it was nearly always just mama and me. Dad only came around sometimes. So she felt like mine. She shouldn't be doing that nasty stuff with a strange white man.
Still, I hunkered down there and watched until the man blew his load on her upturned face. His cum was everywhere, in her hair on her nose, dripping off her chin. I resisted an impulse to push the door in and fight him. Instead I went and squatted down in front of another door.
I saw my favorite girl in this one. She was Asian. I never knew what specific ethnicity. But she was one of my dad's girls. Her name was Penny. She was short and cute and always dressed in beautiful silky clothes with flowers and birds and stuff on them. Whenever she'd see me she'd pinch my cheeks and tell me what a cute little boy I was.
As I watched Penny, was squatted over a fat man lying on the floor (like most of the men who came upstairs, he was white). I watched him open his mouth and then she started pissing. What the fuck?? I gaped. Is that motherfucker really letting her pee in his mouth?? Damn, I thought. There were some strange people in the world.
I heard a door open and then a slight chuckle, it was the man my mom had been with. He was staring at me.
"Aha I spy a little peeping thomas," he said, grinning.
"Man," I said. "Go fuck yourself."
He frowned and put his hat on, then turned and left without another word.
Disgusted by what I saw in Penny's room I moved on and saw Big Wilma. She was the fattest hoe in the place and was Coots woman. She was sitting buck naked on the edge of a bed with an old red faced man turned over her knees like a little kid about to get a whuppin. And sure enough, she was smacking him on the ass with a ping pong paddle. In between he'd say "I'm sorry mommy I'll never do it again!"
I couldn't help it, I busted out laughing throwing a hand over my mouth too late.
The man's head jerked up and Wilma bellowed "Who da fuck outside my doe??"
I split.

I didn't go upstairs again until my twelth birthday.
Earlier in the day my dad and I had been to a picture show. We'd seen Truck Turner. Afterwards we just walked around a little bit talking.
"You got a girlfriend yet??" He asked me.
"Yeah, kind of," I said.
"Well," he prodded, smiling. "What's her name?? What she look like??"
"Her name is Fawn, but she don't spell it that way. She spells it Phone like a telephone," I said. "She's from over where they fighting at."
"Vietnamese," he nodded. "You can't go wrong with an Asian girl. Those hoes know how to treat a man. They ain't into all this women's lib shit."
"We together at school," I said. "But I can't walk her home or anything. Her family don't like black people."
"Yeah," he nodded. "They like that. Still, if you got my blood in you you'll find a way to get around all that shit. You eat her little fruit cup yet??"
I felt warmth flush into my face and dad laughed. "Naw," I said. "We ain't done nothing like that."
"It'll happen," he said. "You got my genes. It'll happen. She get you hard yet??"
I shrugged, suddenly feeling very awkward with the chat.
My dad stared at me, then stopped me. "You do get hard right?? You old enough. Hell, I was nuttin on chicks when I was ten."
"Yeah," I admitted. "When I think about her sometimes."
"Good," he nodded and we started walking again.
"You know what I'm gonna get you for your birthday this year," he asked. I felt excited then, thinking about the new bike I'd been wanting. "I'm gonna get you laid. You need to lose that cherry."
I frowned, I didn't understand what he meant. Then he explained it.
"I'm gonna let Penny have you," he smiled. "Since you got that Hong Kong Fever. My little man gonna walk in a virgin and come out a chip off the ol' block."
We headed to the Hole In The Wall.

We walked in and the place was mostly deserted, it was early yet. Coot grabbed a beer and a Sarsaparilla, my dad waved it off. "Naw we good. I'm about to throw my young Chrsitian here to the Lions. I'm giving my boy to Penny. Gonna lose that cherry."
Coots burst out laughing and waved the Sarsaparilla bottle at me. "Good luck Junior. I'll save this here for ya if you come out alive."
My dad walked right to Penny's room and pushed the door open. "Knock knock motherfucker, your time is up."
The man in the room was in the middle of eating Penny's pussy. He jumped up. "What the hell is this??"
My dad threw some money in his face. "This is me refunding your money and giving you about a minute to get dressed and get the fuck out this room. Thats what this is."
When the man saw my dad pull his coat back and reveal the handle of a pistol wedged in his waistband he didn't argue. He grabbed the money and his clothes and without bothering to pick up his shoes, left the room.
Penny looked at us confused. "Whats.... going on??"
My dad pointed at me. "It's little man's birthday. I want you to take his cherry. I'm leaving him here a boy, you send him back down to me a man. Got that baby girl??"
She laughed. "Oh, yeah ok."
My dad slapped my back. "Now don't you embarrass me, bruh. You dive right in to the deep end and swim."
He held his fist out. I made one of my own and dropped it on his, he hit mine back and winked at me. Then he was gone, pulling the door shut behind him.
Penny kept laying on the bed, naked.
"I bet your nervous," she said.
I lied.
"It's ok," she said. "Everybody is their first time. We don't even have to do anything if you don't want to. I'll tell your dad we did."
I considered it briefly. My dick decided against that plan of action.
"Ok then," she sat up. "Take your clothes off."
I turned around, so she couldn't see and undressed. When I was done she came up behind me and put her arms around me, laying her head on my shoulder.
"You like to watch me don't you??" She asked. I could feel her breath in my ear.
"It's all right," she said, slowly running her hands across my chest and belly. "I don't mind you watching."
My dick hardened straight and true like a rocket ready for lift off.
She turned me around and caressed my face. "Do you know how to kiss?? A real kiss, not the kind your mom gives you before bed."
I shook my head.
She leaned forward and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I probably would have gagged if I'd thought about it, but she had most likely just given her trick head. I'm glad my mind was a million miles away from that thought.
When we finished kissing she took my hand and led me over to the bed where she instructed me through my first ever sex. We did just about everything she could think of. I was up in that little room an hour. Before I got dressed my dick had been in her ass, her pussy and her mouth (not necessarily in that order) with my tongue and lips going back over the same territory just for good measure.
She lied, assuring me I was the best lay she'd ever had. And I ate it up. Beaming, I dressed and walked back downstairs with a lipstick stain on my shirt's butterfly collar.
"Hey!" Coots and my dad raised their beers.
"There's the man," my father hugged me. "Young blood ain't no virgin no more. How's it feel to be a man??"
"Good," I said, smiling.
Coots reached for a Sarsaparilla.
"No no," My dad shook his head. "That shit's for babies. This here's a man. Give him a beer."
Coots nodded and handed me a beer. I clinked my bottle with my dad's and drank deep.