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.
• He was a player, both on the basketball court and football pitch. Super and multi talented