Average Looking Male Novels & Stories

He rubbed his tired eyes. Before Sloan could respond to Lindsay's comment, his gaze caught an individual weaving his way toward the bar. For a second, Sloan felt like he was in a movie. The man was beautiful, and he didn't use that word often. This guy's body was chiseled perfection with shoulder-length thick brown hair and a charming smile lightly hanging on his lips. Easily six-foot-five or taller, the new arrival had muscles and utterly gorgeous tan skin. Sloan didn't think men in magazines were real. They were photoshopped. But this guy? He was a real-life sex god.

Not only that, but I mentally laughed at my thought. The three of the guys started to walk closer to us and looked at each other. They are like rich customers looking for good quality women. I looked at the rest of the men, who seemed to have no intention of choosing. He boldly waits for his colleagues to choose. Based on his appearance, this one always has Chinese. He has narrow eyes, smooth complexion, sharp nose and black hair combed backwards. I can say he's a definition of a clean man when it comes to appearance. He turned to my behavior, so I suddenly took my eyes off him. He caught me staring.

Last time he did that I was already fifteen. .....Not creepy at all right? There were two other men. he looked in his late fifties. Dude reeked of raw power. If I thought Manuel looked intimidating this man owned it. His striking blue eyes looked ever so watchful. His black hair combed back showing a hint of graying at the side and his average built in an equally black suit.

“Four?” “Yes. Most have one. Rarely two. Never four. But since this pack has four Alphas, it would make sense that they would share a mate.” Great. Four men to keep happy. Ugh, sounds exhausting. I say, both serious and teasing. We laughed. I stopped on the porch and turned to look at them; four extremely god-like, handsome men. They were all easily over six feet with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. The first is tan with dark brown high-and-tight haircut. He has brown eyes on a tall face with a long nose and clean-shaven. He smelled like freshly cut grass.

“It’s an oh-my-fucking-god-look-at-you fuck. You’re amazing. I want to get out a magnifying glass and examine every inch of you.” “I’m hoping you won’t need it to look at the family jewels.” She giggles. “I didn’t mean that. The jewels are very notable without the need for magnification.” She looks at my crotch, then gives me an impish glance. “Go on,” I say. “Ask whatever question is burning inside you.” “I’ve read that the average size of a man’s erection is just over five inches.” “Sounds about right.” “Jesus, I’m the luckiest girl alive.”

We sat at the table when dad walks in. "Good morning Anna." He said, kissed mum and sat at the head of the table. "Good morning Michael, you are just in time." Mum says with a smile. He looks the same, but more Wrinkles. He is 45 years old and approximately 6"1'. What is with these men and heights? He is always dressed in formal which looked and smelled rich and power. His face is always neutral, I have never seen him genuinely smile. Ah, sad life.

He looked younger than most of the men here, early forties maybe. Black hair, effortlessly styled, framed a face sharp enough to be sculpted. High cheekbones. A jawline carved like a greek god, and that frame, tall, broad, and commanding made his tailored suit fall over him like liquid power. I didn’t mean to speak to him, but I felt his eyes on me. I turned to refill my glass, hoping the motion would ground me. It didn’t. The moment he stepped closer, I caught the scent, something masculine and expensive.

"You used to be. A pretty good one too, if I may say so myself." "Now I don't." Dad looks down at his coffee mug and swirls the contents before he takes a tentative sip. For a guy in his late forties, dad really looks great. There is no hint of grey in his brown mane of hair, and it's still a full head. His eyes are a muddy brown, complexion neither too pale nor too tan. No sign of wrinkles, except the laugh lines that can only be seen if he smiles. Dressed in his usual dark jeans and white shirt, he could pass for an average American dad, and that's what he aims for.

She truly was a spectacular beauty. Next to these charming fellows were three older men. One of these men was tall with a well-built figure. Even in the cold weather, he only wore a tank top which exposed his powerful arms that were filled with great strength. He had gorgeous black hair which complemented his dark complexion wonderfully. He was a handsome middle aged man with an aura that filled many with calm. The other two weren’t as eye-catching, for one was an old man hunched over on a wooden stick and the other a large potbellied man with a sly look on his face.