Unusual Days

I grew up with a neighbor boy. He lived on the street behind our home. One day, he asked me if I would like to see his "banana" and I said, "Okay." He pulled out his manhood and wanted to see mine. I obliged in the basement of our home. We used to give each other oral until he moved away. I often remember those unusual days. I'm a married man now, but often think about that.

— Walter, 74