A lot of shouting ensued which consisted of us listening and dad doing the shouting. We were told to never, ever do that again. As so often happens wi...h parents, dad repeated several times that we were never to jump or dive from the tower again.Now the truth be told, I was scared shitless when I jumped the first time. I felt I was lucky to have made the dive and survived in one piece ... I was perfectly happy to end my diving career with just the one dive. The problem was now that I was. But good ole Dicky was our town’s biggest pervert. If Dicky liked you, he’d follow you, and smile at you and try to walk ahead of you so he could lure you somewhere. He never had a car so he’d just walk and follow and smile . . . ok the guy was a stalker. Ole Dicky liked young men and young women, he didn’t seem to have a preference at all. His main fetish was with feet and as the story goes, if he lured you somewhere, like an abandon car in a dark alley, he would suck your cock a little bit,. We have all night. You feel so good. Did I ever tell you how good you feel?"She whispered, "Yes. But tell me again."I told her as she helped me undress -- or, I attempted to. All that came to my mouth was brief whispers: "You feel so good," or You're so beautiful." I tried to say more, standing and caressing her lightly, running my fingers over her nipples and around her waist and along her hips and across her delightful, warm, flexing tush. But the real words, the hot, passionate, desperate. . I guess to make me feel at ease. We talked about many things. He told me I was cute and that if I dressed up I would look like a very beautiful girl. I didn't say anything about that, but I did think about it and it was exciting to think about it. Nothing else happened, but the seed was planted. Most boys begin to develop masculine features at about age sixteen. I was not one of them. I was about to graduate high school and still I was slender, small and rather fragile looking. Because of.