Average Looking Male Novels & Stories

Dhruti's POV The sight made my jaw drop. The man is sinfully handsome. In a blue checked suit jacket with a white t-shirt and black pants he looked like a magazine model. His height is 6 ft or 6'1". His sharp nose, messy hair,sharp jawline made him look gorgeous. His perfectly trimmed beard makes him look more sexy. He was no doubt muscular ... his biceps and veins of forearms were making appearance and it was terribly hot.The way he was walking screams his strong personality and his appearance and attitude oozes power.

I had made no preferences about the men but he does know what they are so I know he'll choose wisely. They are a spread of ages, physiques and cock sizes. The youngest looking was about mid 20s, eldest 40s, one is tattooed heavily, two are bald, three average size cock's one considerably larger one still had his shorts on. But they all definitely looked like they knew the true meaning of gym work.

The figure is male, tall. And familiar.

It’s a happy atmosphere, full of fun, jocularity, and laughter but one form stands out among the others despite all being similar in age, build and fashion sense. He has his back to me with strong wide shoulders, tall, dark haired and muscular. AT this distance he seems to have the perfect male physique of a man in his late twenties, maybe early thirties and so very familiar despite seeing only his back. His short, styled hair is current trend for men, and he has tanned skin on show from wearing only a t-shirt over jeans. Deep sallow skin as though he’s mixed race or maybe Latino or Asian.

Everything else is done behind closed doors, behind a computer screen or by phone. He's dressed impeccably, his dark hair styled neatly and he fits in very well with all the other attendees yet stands out so much with his broad shoulders, large stature, chiseled face with a light littering of black stubble over his strong jaw, leaking masculinity while also looking like a fine gentleman, he is almost too good looking in a sea of normal men. Even the men can’t help but take a second look and their partners are taking every excuse to glance a third or fourth time. It is nothing seedy, just pure appreciation of beauty.

Angelo is not ugly, at least from what I remember and see on the news, no matter how much I don't like him I can't lie about this thing. Not that I can judge much by some fucking photos, but he looks like an attractive man. A sculpted face with a perfect jawline, eyes a dark shade of brown and his hair was black and neatly gelled back. He has a beautiful smile, I admit, although he rarely smiles in photos. He is tall with a well-shaped body from what I can see from the suits he is always wearing. I can't say that he is big, but he has enough muscles on him.

he gruffly responded. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy by any means. He looked to be in his early to mid-thirties, and he stood a good six inches over my 5′3 frame. He had the bluest eyes with a head full of brunette hair and copper facial hair. He had thin pink lips, but you could still grab onto them. I could tell he had an athletic build underneath his form-fitting dress shirt, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see more.

He looks to be 6” 2 tall now. I admired him for a second, not caring if he saw me do it. His light green eyes look like they’re piercing into your soul, and he has broad shoulders that look like he has been working out, thick eyebrows and a perfectly trimmed moustache. He was definitely the ladies’ man.

Or maybe it's his height as a person on the shorter side; she was always wary of people who towered her. It might have something to do with how good-looking he is, like "feature on the cover of magazine" good-looking. The good-looking that seems designed to make people angry comes off as a kind of challenge to the more ordinary people of the world. Square face. Straight, well-formed nose. The type of fullish lips that are unmistakably masculine. A+ jawline. Very nice hair, in lovely golden brown colour. All although, he looked neat, like one of those OCD people who had a fit whenever something got moved out of its place. Smiling to herself, she could help but imagine doing something to piss

Turning my head to the driver, I found a man dressed in a crisp white shirt, and black slacks. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, large, and tall build. His face was that I had seen male models have, all angles and square from his forehead to the jawline. He looked like the men who always stood out in the crowd for looking like the rich- handsome perfection. But his eyes… they were so cold that it sent a shiver down my spine when he glanced at me. I was frozen for a moment, thinking ‘Why does he look so familiar?’