A Guy Like You Comic Novels & Stories

"Common sense should tell you to stay the fuck away from me but you have obviously lost the screws to your brain so your cells are floating around in your head without any purpose." The bastard did nothing else but laugh which made me so mad that I wanted to reach over and strangle him but I held back as the door to the restaurant opened and my unlikely savior walked in looking like he belonged on the cover of a GQ magazine. He was dressed in a white shirt that had the Clothes Over Bros logo on the sleeve of one hand and black jeans that did wonderful things to his muscular thighs then paired with black boots. If he were a chocolate bar, I'd savour him without any rush.

While, Scarlet cheered even louder. "And since we are all passing comments, let me pass one too, you look like someone who has a teensy weensy crusty lil dick, who haven't got some in years, cuz no girl or boy wants to get near let alone get fucked or fuck you cuz you’re so unlikable and pathetic like that. Also, you’re also a 27 year old freeloader who dropped out and then kicked out by his parents cuz they don’t want a dirty wet sock as their son, and your dad probably regrets not pulling out sooner and your mum wishes she was on birth control, and now you live off on your friends money or you probably do them favors and suck them off cuz apparently the only thing you’re actually good at i

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal. "Yeah, for a maniac guy who only knows to look at women's big bust and buttocks, I think it's pretty cool on your authentic old ass." He snicked and wear his shirt on. "Thanks a lot for your wonderful comment, I feel so blessed. I'll that as a compliment though." Stamp sarcastically muttered. "Everything nice?" Asked by Tool, their coolest friend, a tattoo artist with a hair of an addict and full of tattoo on his skin. "Yeah, love it." He answered to him and taps his chest.

Soon it was swollen and red and throbbing. ‘Now,’ said Bobby, ‘Do you think this is a small dick?’ The guy didn’t answer. ‘You’d better tell me,’ said Bobby. ‘You’d better tell me what you really think. Is this a little Asian dick? Tell me!’ ‘No’ said the guy. Even saying this single word, his voice shook. ‘You think I could work you over with it? ‘Yes.’ ‘It’s a beautiful dick, beautiful and strong, isn’t it?’ ‘Yes.’

“What’s gay supposed to look like?” My face burns. “I don’t know, man. I just meant… you seem really…” “Masculine?” He grins. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Newsflash: gay guys can be masculine too. I like hard cocks. I like fucking a hairy ass. Is that gay enough for you?” Jesus, this guy is direct. “Y-yeah, no, of course. Sorry.” The guy laughs, closes his locker, and then holds out his hand.

Luke I wasn’t the kind of guy who did drama. I didn’t say crap like ‘shaken to the core.’ I didn’t call a good cheeseburger ‘life-altering’ or refer to anyone as ‘the GOAT.’ I knew guys like that. I worked with some at the fire station. Men who liked to overstate, just to make a good story. I was more of a straightforward type. I would describe my encounter with Ryan as “He was complaining. I called him out on it. He got pissed off and punched me. The end.” No ranting and raving or whining about it. It was what it was.

“You go for girls who aren’t playing with a full deck?” I look at him and roll my eyes. “I’m so not in the mood for lesbian jokes today. ” “Huh. I thought it was pretty funny. ” He eats another gummy bear. “I thought you were finally loosening up with me last night, but looks like I need to work my magic a little harder. ”

I raise a brow at him, “Now you want to live vicariously through me.” He shrugs, “Might as well, I doubt I would be up for anything more than a fling. Her hair brained friend would have been a perfect ‘friend with benefit’ if she wasn’t so bat shit crazy,” he shivers, “She is like Harley Quinn, she would probably make your fantasy come true but you are scared she would bite of your dick along the way.” That has me laughing hard, especially at Gray’s horrified face, “What’s so funny?” I straighten up at Lydia’s voice. She is walking with Cassandra and Xavier.

“She did. There’s no way you can beat her with the kind of skill you have. You have a long way to go, buddy.” “Buddy?” he grumbles. “Now I’m buddy?” I turn off the console and turn to him. “What do you want to be?” “Something that rhymes with that.” I work my brain a little…what the fuck? I roll my eyes. “In your dreams.” He narrows his eyes. “You know, people who have a thing for bad boys have one thing in common.” “What’s that?” “They like it rough.” I can only stare at him.