That Very First Time

I come from slightly different stock than most.  I was born in San Fran in the sixties to an 18 yo hippie mom and a 25 yo outlaw biker dad.  I grew up in and around Height-Ashbury, the epicenter of the counterculture movement back then, amongst black light posters and prodigious amounts of pot, while hanging out with other bi-products of the "free love" generation.  Flash forward to 1978 and my 17th birthday and based on my family history it should come as no surprise that my favorite uncle (a roadie for Jefferson Airplane in the 60's) had no trouble convincing my folks to let him take me out to celebrate that night.<p> <p> I was certain that the evening would include smoking some weed and drinking some beer but I had no idea that it would include naked women rubbing my dick and smothering my face in their ample breasts.  My uncle took me to his favorite strip club where we drank beer and smoked a doobie or two while watching the girls gyrate on the pulsating stage to the sounds of disco music.<p>  <p> It was a smokey and dimly lit club with a main stage that measured about 10 feet by 10 feet, situated about midway along the righthand wall and a 30 foot long solid wood bar immediately across from it.  A smaller stage was located in the back next to the dressing rooms and toilet, and that's where we were headed.  Both stages were equipped with metal "stripper" poles and the wall behind them was festooned with mirrored tiles to afford the patrons additional viewing angles of the attractive young ladies dancing before them.<p> <p>  He knew all of the dancers we passed and without exception they greeted him with warm hugs and wet kisses which didn't surprise me because he has always been a player in the truest since of the word.  The girls were nice to me as well and even though the local law didn't allow for lap dances per se, I got plenty of mileage from the affectionate dancers throughout the night.  I was pretty shit faced as the clock struck 2am and the club bouncer bellowed for everyone to split.  I remember thinking that this had been one very fucking cool birthday but little did I realize that it was only just beginning.<p> <p> My uncle and I left the joint with the rest of the drunken crowd and after a short pause, long enough for him to inhale a Camel, we proceeded to walk around to the back of the club.  As my uncle pounded on the back door I was surprised to see the burley bouncer open it just wide enough to expose his massive frame.<p> <p> "Welcome gentlemen" he said with a toothy grin and my uncle just nodded and forked over a couple of Franklin's.  The bouncer stepped aside to let us pass and as I passed him he gave me a slap on the back with one of his huge mitts that nearly knocked the wind out of me and wished me a happy birthday.<p> <p> What happened next is a blur of intoxicating aromas, breathless moans, tangy-sweet flavors and hot entangled limbs, shrouded in steamy shadows. It was epic and let it suffice to say that it will never be forgotten.  My experiences that night became the genesis of my love of strip clubs and the dancers that inhabit them. A love that persists to this very day and whenever I visit a new club I try to reinstill the excitement and the wondrous sense of adventure that I felt that very first time.<p>