He was indeed a 'beautiful boy'."You think I'm beautiful?" he asked, shocked.I stared into his eyes."Yes. Of course. I mean, I'm sorry if it offends...you, but I havealways thought that you were the loveliest, most beautiful boy I'd evermet. And you've grown into a beautiful young man. Seriously. Youare, Gabriel, you're lovely and beautiful. Those are the only wordsthat seem appropriate."I watched one solitary tear fall down his left cheek.His voice became a whisper."You're beautiful. ..Aufgew?hlt von Horror und Erregtheit versuchte ich anhand des Bodens, den ich neben den Schuhen von Octavia vorbeifliegen sah, festzustellen,wo sie hingeht. Das Zentrum meiner Sicht war in meinem und ihremSchritt und somit von ihrem Kleid so eingeengt, das ich nur nach untenentlang der von mir seidig umschlossenen Beine sehen konnte. Wie dasSpannen und L?sen ihrer Muskeln meine Sinne von meinem "K?rperinnern"her traktierten, war von aussen das Streicheln des Rocksaumes aufmeinen Maschen fast. Don's fingers brushed Brian's beautiful lips. Don let out a sigh, the boy was more then perfect. Don hoped he didn't have to be too rough, he didn't want the boy's masculine beauty marred.Brian was repulsed, he had one pervert hunching against his butt, another touching his face. Brian was very aware of his sexuality, he was aware that homosexuals desired him. He had always been disgusted by the very idea of same sex. He had once broke a boy's nose for staring at him in the wrong way.Brian knew. He was driven, almost to prove a point to me, or maybe to himself, that there was nothing wrong with our relationship. It was easy for me to believe that he was right, that I was being overly concerned, when I was in his arms, and he was making love to me. All seemed right with the world then, when he was buried deep inside my body, when he would make me come, licking my sensitive button, and lapping at the hot cum that would flow from my pussy. We would make love when we would go to.