Chapter Six: The Crabapple Tree

For me, music and sex has always been a part of my life as long as I can remember.

Mom, told me once, that when I was 2, whenever Nancy Sinatra's Boots Are Made For Walking would come on the radio, I would run to it, and start dancing. And I have never stopped dancing since. And that song helped set up the long road music and I would travel together.

I was born in Redwood City, California and moved to Troutdale, Oregon when I was 4. My father got a transfer from Open Road, a motor home manufacturing company he worked for up to Oregon.

I was born to Thomas and Barbara, and am the oldest of three siblings. I have two sisters, no brothers. The middle child's name is Becky and the baby of the family is named Cinnamon. To this day, mom and dad, have not told us why they named her that, but they did.

The house in Troutdale we moved into had neighbors. The neighbors were Judy And Bob, and they had two girls and two boys. The girls were, Wanda And Linda and the boys were Wesley And Bill and we would come to be good friends with entire family. Since Bill and I was in the same class, we rode the school bus, catching it, at the same stop. And got to be good friends. We stayed in that house for a few years. Then once when I was 10, I had my first sexual experience and it was with Bill.

In the front yard of our house was a huge climbable Crabapple Tree, and me and Bill would climb it all the time, and once when we were in it, I saw slip out of his shorts, his boyhood. And as it did, I couldn't stop myself from reaching over and touching it. And he didn't stop me. We both stared at each other, and then I put my fingers in my mouth. And then I reached down again and touched the head of his cock and put my fingers in his mouth.

Then he put his fingers down my pants and felt me and especially my testicles and put his fingers around my balls and felt them. And then put his fingers up to his mouth and licked them. Then I grabbed his fingers and put them down his own pants and had him grab his own nuts and rub them.

As he did this, I reached down with hands and felt his balls as he felt his own. Soon we were hard as rocks.

But then, just as things were about to get harder and wetter, I hear my mom call, "Thomas Richard. clean your room right this instant". But before I got down from the tree, I did reach in his shorts one more time and gave his penis a nice grasp, and told Billy I would see him later. He said, "OK", and both got down and went into our own houses and before we shut the doors, we glanced at each other one more time and smiled.