The woman and her ragtag brood eventually ended up in Los Angeles where they lived in a cheap "welfare walk-up." It consisted on one bedroom, a combination kitchen-living room, and a bathroom with inadequate plumbing. Because of the cramped quarters and the low morality of the adults in the house, the children observed sexual relations and heard sexual conversations. They were, in other words, versed early in the facts of life. Little wonder that Jack knew "what a cock was" before he could talk plainly.
Asked about his childhood sexual activities, Jack said, "Hell, in that neighborhood everybody was pretty much alike, so we did the same things and it was what we wanted. When my brothers were eight and nine, I used to watch them taking the neighbor girls' pants down and stickin' their little dicks into them. I guess we tried just about everything. We used to jack each other off even before we could come, and fuck each other in the ass. We even screwed our own sisters. The thing was, nobody said anything I mean, nobody ever went crying to their old ladies or old men. If they did, they got the shit kicked out of them. Besides, their old ladies and old men were fuckin' around so much themselves they couldn't have said nothin'. It was the same at all the other kids' houses. You know, women with kids livin' with a guy awhile, then switchin' to another. You might call a guy 'daddy' for awhile, but you knew he wasn't going to stay around long just until he got tired of fuckin' your old lady and eatin' free grub drinkin' free beer and booze.
"Most of the guys that shacked with my old lady were pricks, anyway. All they wanted was steady screwing and the old lady support!n' them off her welfare money. The old ladies never looked at it that way, but they were really buyin' their meat."
Jackie went on:
"Like I told you, I had sex all around me when I was young, so I couldn't just put my finger on the first sex. But I do remember one of the first times. I was almost ten, and I was selling papers to try to get some money. Even then I just dreamed of gettin' away from there. There was this place like a rooming house, and an old guy that lived there. When I went in to sell him a paper, he invited me into his room. He bought a paper. Next night he invited me in again, and he said if I'd stay to talk a little while, he'd buy all my papers. What he meant was, he ended up by takin' my pants down and sucking my dick. From then on, I just went there. He'd pay me for my papers every day and then suck my cock.
"I didn't see anything wrong with it. If a guy wanted to suck my prick, it didn't hurt me none and I got the money. But I didn't do it to him. He used to jerk off though, and he'd shoot a big load of jism into his hand, then go into the bathroom and wash it off, I couldn't come yet, but I sure got a good feeling when he sucked mine. The old guy used to just suck my cock and work my little nuts around with his hand until he got tired. Then he'd jerk off. A couple of times, he offered me an extra half-dollar to jerk his cock, but I never did until he came."
The important part of this event to Jackie, was that he discovered that he could earn money by participating in a sexual affair. In his later life that was to have two meanings. It meant he could get money from a man and demand obedience or whatever he wanted from a woman. He had subconsciously been given the idea that his sex his penis was valuable. Fate was on his side by providing him with a good body, a handsome face, and a penis that was somewhat larger than average and therefore interesting to others.
But even more important is the fact that, because of the moral atmosphere in which he had been raised, he had been able to enter into a homosexual relationship with no hesitation nor did it seem important enough to mention it to any member of his family. He had been taught to view homosexuality as something quite normal and inoffensive. Had he been taught differently, he might have entered adulthood as a normally healthy heterosexual, for Jackie did have experiences with girls.
"I played with little girls even when I was a little kid I mean, I stuck my fingers up their twats. Then later, I'd pinch their titties and sometimes kiss 'em and bite the nipples. I guess I really had my cock in a little girl when I was about nine, but I couldn't come then. The first time I remember shooting a load into a girl was when I was thirteen but that was after I'd become almost totally queer for men. I guess I tried this girl because she made fun of me. She called me a cocksucker and a 'sissy-boy,' so I hit her a good one, got her on the grass, ripped off her pants, and shoved my cock into her cunt. I had to jerk it a little at first to get it good and stiff, but when I pushed it into her, I didn't get a lot of bangs out of it. I came, but it wasn't so hot.
"By that time, I found out that I could make money with my cock. I saved it up, and when I was twelve, I cut out. I hitchhiked my way to San Francisco by lettin' guys suck me off. It was then that I decided to really 'earn my way' as a cocksucker.
"My first shot at it came when this guy started fartin' around and rubbing my cock. He pulled his car off the road and took it out and jerked it some, then he went down on me. He acted like he was starved for it, and he kept moanin' about what a sweet, baby cock I had. I could shoot a good load by then, and this guy really got to me. He kept on suckin' until I'd come the second time. He begged me to go to a motel with him, and he gave me ten bucks! I'd never seen that much dough all at once. I'd have stayed a week with him for that, and done anything he wanted me to.
"We drove until we came to a cheap motel and we got a room. He was a silly bastard. He thought that I was a dum-dum, that I was 'cherry,' as far as ass-fucking and sucking went. Hell, I'd been doing it all since before I could really remember. This guy was a soft touch, in a way. He'd already crossed my palm, you know, but when we got inside the motel, he acted as if he was the one that was a kid, instead of me. He horsed around, making silly remarks like: 'It's pretty hot. You want to take a shower? I think I'll strip and shower. Why don't you get undressed and cool off?' Hell, he'd already settled it when he asked me if I'd go to a motel with him. I knew the score. But I learned a lot from him about a hot ass and a hot mouth, and I remembered it later, believe you me.
"And I played his game. Hell, I figured he had a fat wallet I'd seen it before and I might get another ten or so from him. So I undressed and watched him as he took his clothes off. He was shaking, he was so hot to gobble and ass-fuck. I walked over and pretended to be awed by his prick. I took it in my hand and fondled it a little, and he began to get a good hard on. To tease him some more, I bent and licked the head of it. He was circumcised, and I ran my tongue, then my lips, around the rim of the head of his cock. He tried to grab my neck and shove my mouth down farther, but I knew I had him now, so I closed my teeth, drew away and went into the shower and turned it on. I was all lathered up when he stepped in with me. To me, a shower is a big treat, even to this day, after that goddamned firetrap we lived in. It had a bathtub, but half the time it plugged up, and it always smelled like a shithouse and that's no joke.
"When this guy got into the shower with me, he grabbed the soap and lathered his hands good, then he began to lather my prick and my ass-crack, running his finger up my asshole every other pass or so. I got a pretty good hard-on, and he rinsed it off and went down on me. He sucked me until I came good, and then he turned me around and just lathered my asshole and his prick with slippery soap. He shut off the shower and told me to bend over. I'd had a couple of guys try to put their cocks up my asshole, but it hadn't worked. But they hadn't had anything to oil it up, like that soap did. I bent over and braced myself against the wall and the guy put his hands on my hips after he positioned the head of his prick into my asshole, and then he just began to slip it in. It didn't hurt at all just made me feel like I had to take a good shit and after a bit, it began to feel good.