Average Looking Male Novels & Stories

Now I realize how handsome he is. He doesn't look like an old man, but he's not young either. I would say his appearance is that of a mature man. His hair is black, his skin is tan, his muscles are... big. If I said they were average, I would be lying, but they're not overly exaggerated either.

How can it suddenly feel different after years of it feeling one way? I’ve always appreciated that he was an attractive male. He stands at a solid six foot two, his jet black hair is short on the sides but the top falls past his shoulders when its out. Today though, its pulled up into a bun. His jaw is chiselled and defined, coated in a light stubble. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen him clean shaven. He’s wearing a loose linen shirt, but his built form is still evident underneath it. His pants are tight, the ends tucked into his combat boots.

what the hell Esta are you seriously analyzing the creepy man? But our eyes have met so many times now that I just couldn't help but notice his well proportioned body, the suit was well tailored to frame his muscles perfectly packed at the right places, you could see a man with an attractive and healthy body If I am correct he stood roughly at six foot five or aix....I don't really know, all together and you get a perfect handsome hunk of a man built to perfection, his eyes made me weak in the knees and the realization only made me very uncomfortable.

I take a close look at all three of them. A man, who looks to be in his early thirties, is in the middle. He has icy blue eyes and a round face with fine lines, he has jet black hair complementing his dark trimmed beard. He is muscular and tall. To his right is a guy, seems in mid twenties, has dark brown curly hair which is really suiting his charming face and charming smile. His cheeks are sunken to an appropriate extent. He, too, has icy blue eyes and is muscular but not more than the middle one.

MADDIE POV I school my expression as I turn to look at the elderly male approaching me. He stands at exactly six feet, with white hair cropped short and a thick white moustache, emerald green eyes sparkle out from under equally thick and bushy white eyebrows. He’s wearing an expensive suit that does nothing to hide his beer gut and overall smarminess. His smile is smug, like he’s happy he finally won something.

Even if they weren't part of the Five, they definitely stood out because of their fancy looks. The male in a delicate suit exuded an air of sophistication and elegance. His dark hair and black pearly eyes made him look intimidating like a cold statue. The male walking next to him was on his phone, talking about something. His light blue eyes had this snake-like dangerous glint, and his chiseled jawline gave off a vibe of distance. Then there was this other male who wasn't wearing a suit but still looked trendy. He had a smug grin on his face.

I found an area to stand that was out of everyone’s way, and waited. Eventually a well built male, who looked to be in his mid-twenties walked in, and moved to the front of the room. He looked a bit like a body builder with his black tank top, and tight shorts. He was just under 6’ tall, with black hair, and gray eyes. He also had tanned skin like he spent a lot of time out in the sun. He was handsome, in his own way, but nobody beat Rowen when it came to looks. He looked at each of us in the eye before he spoke.

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.

He wasn’t what Ava expected. Not at all. He wasn’t older. Wasn’t intimidating in the obvious way. Wasn’t dressed like someone dangerous. He looked… normal. Mid-thirties, maybe. Dark hair. Clean-cut. Well-dressed, but not flashy. The kind of man you could pass on the street and never notice twice. And that, That was what made it worse. Because nothing about him screamed danger. But everything about him felt like it. His eyes moved past Ethan instantly. Landing on Ava.

My name is Amias. I am a pretty average guy. I have an average job with an average salary. An average home, and an average social life. I'm pretty tall, but not much more than average. A full adult life of being a contractor has left me with a muscled upper body and arms, but I admit I have a beer gut and a small spare tire to match. Not good-looking but not a troll either. Really just your average middle-aged guy. Up until 4 years ago, I would have said I had an average sex life. A few serious relationships but never married. A few one-night hook-ups but definitely not a male whore. I don't have any strange fetishes, or out of the norm attractions. My past has been all 1 man, 1 woman encoun