Average Looking Male Novels & Stories

It seems his mood would be worse if he had. In the growing light of the spacious workspace, the man's sharp features become more noticeable. He is in his mid-thirties, clean-shaven, with piercing eyes, and stands several inches over six feet tall. He is impeccably groomed, wearing a crisp white button-down shirt with a high collar, a neat blood-red Jacquard puff tie, and a charcoal gray tweed single-breasted vest, exuding an aura of old-money style. A silver chain from a pocket watch glints in his front right pocket.

Up close, she was scary looking with a straight, unreadable face. “Whatever it is. I don't care, let's get this over with” another male said. This one had short hair with a scar on his forehead. Well-built with toned muscles everywhere. He was wearing the same clothes as Jordan. Both men had their distinct traits. Jordan looked a little more intimidating than.

He let out a breath but didn’t say anything. I will admit, Grey is a really good-looking man. He stands around 6’ 4 with short light brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. He has a strong rounded jaw. Cute as hell dimples when he smiles. He’s very strong but with lean muscles. Not lanky but not bulky. He’s the perfect build. “Grey, I got a question.” I said as I took my hand off his hair and sat down in front of him. I grabbed the blanket I brought with me and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I narrow my eyes to observe them, scanning them from head to toe. The man in front appears slightly older than me, with highly expressive and dramatic features. His hair is straight, styled with gel, and barely an inch long. The aura of an older man is distinct. My lips twitches into a smug. At least he’s not cheap. I roll my eyes as the thought comes into my mind. He’s dressed in a white tee and blue denim, or so it seems, because I can’t see what he’s wearing underneath. His eyebrows are thick, and he has a light, well-maintained beard and a sharp nose. His jawline could cut through anyone’s heart effortlessly. Broad shoulders, a toned chest, big pecs, and a well-built physique.

To avoid seeming too eager, I count to thirty in my head, using the time to study his features now that he’s closer. Of course the first thing I notice about him is he’s good looking. He has a broad brow, strong, hairless jaw, good complexion and a gorgeous head of straight black hair that sticks up in wild spikes that look, adorably, like cowlicks. Beneath defined black brows, his eyes are almond shaped, thin, with tiny folds at the corners, and he looks young—younger than someone who’d spent eight years in the Army immediately after high school. He’s average height for a man, which is a head taller than me, and though spare, he’s broad-shouldered and clearly strong. Except for the longish

“How are you so calm?” “No wife, no fiancé.” And then he stood up ever so casually, completely, wonderfully naked. He looked to be in his late thirties so I did not expect his body to be so . . . perfect. I've seen Max in his underwear and he didn't look anywhere near this good. I guess it's true men peak in their thirties. “A few more seconds and I'll have to charge you.” He winked before disappearing into the bathroom, recognizing those words my face turned what I was willing to bet was beet red.

Even with the smirk on his face, he looked handsome. The other one was only a little bit shorter than the first, standing at 6'0, his long curly blond hair bounced on his head as he walked beside the taller male. His skin looked golden and soft under the direct sunlight of the early afternoon. Both of them have a slim but muscled build and are insanely handsome.

“Well, I hope it’s curable.” I looked at him disbelievingly. “It’s not a disease!” I turned back to the other guy. “What did he look like?” He thought for a moment. “Caucasian. Tall. Good-looking fella.” I stared at him, waiting for him to say more. He shook his head. “I really can’t remember any more distinctive features.” “You just described at least thirty percent of the male population of South Carolina. And I’m not even sure what you consider good-looking for a guy!”

Nodding, we move to return our focus back towards the front. A male. Possibly no older than 19 now stands before us in only a pair of silk boxers. My eyes carefully roaming along his perfectly tall and lean body. His torso perfectly defined with developing muscles as well as around his arms and legs. The thought of what he could possibly offer now endless.