It was always, 'I hope I ain't got none on me dress', or 'you're a proper dirty bastard, aintcha'? I would have loved to have fucked 'em, but they alw...ys made some excuse or other, 'No fuckin' way, it's too big!' or the ole chestnut, 'Nah, cos I might get pregnant!', so a handjob it had always been. One girl did try to suck it, but she couldn't get me knob into 'er mouth an' I ended up spunkin' all over 'er face an' in 'er hair! She weren't best pleased, I can tell ya! Anyway, as per, the slimy. I was having a hard time convincing myself that it was a good idea to play tennis feeling the way I felt when I saw the perfect thing at my time of sorrow, a distraction. By distraction, I mean a stunningly beautiful 15 year old girl with brown hair, a slim and athletic body, a skin tight athletic top that showed off her perfect little titties, and a tiny skirt that barely came a few inches below her crotch. She smiled at me but when I tried to smile back, the sadness I was feeling came through. He wrapped the handle of the plastic bag containing his meager belongings around a wrist and plunged both hands into his pockets.He had no idea how long he had walked before he found an open convenience store. His time had been filled with self-recrimination and the struggle to understand what had happened to his son. He no longer sensed his Mr. Hyde self in his son's head, which was a relief but spawned more questions which demanded answers he did not have.His mind landed on Richie's last. "Sure, I'll be right back!" I responded, and running next door, stripped and pulled on my trunks. By the time I got back she was already in the pool in a skimpy little bikini, and we began splashing and laughing and playing tag and wrestling around as we always did. She was something to see! When she climbed out on the deck to dive back in, I couldn't help staring at her chiseled abs and lean, muscular legs -- and of course, those two areas of her wonderfully female body no boy my age could.