Chapter 78 Boy's World (A Gay Story)

His name was Scott and he was the most unbelievably beautiful guy I had ever seen. And when I say beautiful, I mean extreme beauty. Sculptured perfectly and carved by his sculptor. At 18 he stood 5’10" and boasted 155 lbs of perfect teenage jock muscles. His long and shaggy blonde hair and eyes so brown they appeared black, a button nose and the most adorable dimples when he smiled had me enthralled since the day we first met. He was the star athlete and "cock-of-the-walk" in this small town, and he had his choice of girls. He was physically stunning and he knew it. This was a good thing, as he seemed to enjoy showing off his many attributes, including often going bare-chested under his signature faded jean jacket and wearing "spray on" jeans that left nothing to the imagination. I knew he was left-handed before I even knew his name. I have seen him play basketball and dribbling on the left, I have watched him score a spectacular goal with his left leg as well.