Big Men Novels & Stories

After a moment, the Great Father himself strode through. The Great Father was a large man, tall and wide and built like a linebacker. He was older than Billie's daddy, probably in his fifties, and he held himself like the son of God that he was. Unlike the other men of the compound, the Great Father wore all black, it set him apart and reminded everyone that he was their connection to the almighty, he was the reason they all lived together in harmony, why they'd devoted themselves to Father's Pride. He stood before them with his hands on his hips. "Girls, you have no idea how proud I am to finally have you all before me."

“Everything went wrong for our family the moment my father allowed that bastard to settle on the island.” “This time tomorrow, he’ll be settling in Hell,” I said. “Is that so?” boomed a voice from deep within the wood, making us both jump part. I whirled around. “Who’s there?” A gang of huge men strolled out from behind the trees. The biggest of them was six and a half feet tall and nearly as broad as Dad. He stood out among the others, not just because he was larger and that he was shirtless, but because of the stark contrast between his pale skin and the wiry black hair that carpeted his muscular torso.

Big tom interjects abruptly, leaving me questioning and replaying every of his words. Don Joe must have found out by now that I was the culprit and if he hasn't it won't be long, especially with the coming marriage. Maybe that's what I really need, a stronger force to face whatever enemy ahead. Another car pulls over beside me. All cars forming a sort of circle around the Big Tom. “He’s one of my best men,” Big Tom brags as he shakes hand with a man, who steps out of the car. Average height. It is difficult to tell if he's just tanned or he has some costume going on, but his face as a clearly distinct tone from his neck.

Tyler and Sarah look at the large man with me and hide behind my legs. "Mommy, who is that?" Tyler asks softly. Bobby doesn't seem mean or intimidating, but he's a giant compared to my two little ones. Before I can reply, the man himself squats down next to us. He's definitely ex-military with his super short brown hair and muscular physique. I'll admit I feel a lot safer with him around.

Monica threw the useless thought, and thought about the gamble, after all, he knew that he had won, especially the math that he would watch would be the first match of the main protagonist. "Tomari-san, can I ask?" Monica asked. "What's wrong?" Togo asked, wondering what Monica wanted to ask. "Who are these three people?" Monica cast his glance at the huge man with two-meter heights, a man with interesting muscles, and an elderly man that was surrounded by three strong men. The huge man with two-meter heights and the man with an interesting muscle might interest him, but Monica was more curious about the elderly man that was surrounded by three strong men since their eyes were quite unique s

And the other was Jane, who also frequently gossiped with Cindy about that mysterious Millero man. As usual I couldn't help but laugh about the reality they might face later if they met him. Dexter nodded his head, "Big Man told the Deputy Director himself. I happened to be eavesdropping after yesterday's meeting." Big Man—our nickname for the Big Boss, Renald Barend. A man in his fifties who is still fit and strong running the company. The reason we call him Big Man is because he is the Big Boss of our company and also he has a big body like Dwayne Johnson.

Directly next to the G Wagon was a rusty red, dilapidated, slammed, 2022 Honda Civic. Standing in front of both vehicles was Ben, a middle aged man whose cologne severely overpowered the stench of the garbage nearby. He was wearing an Adidas track suit, a well worn pair of Gucci loafers, entirely too much gold spanning from his fingers to his neck, and a pair of Versace sunglasses. He had pepper grey hair that seemed as though it were permed and then slicked back. “Come on, come on. Time is money now, I got the keys.” Ben exclaimed as he grabbed Lucas by the arm and wrapped his other arm around him for a quick greeting.

-I don't think you'll need to look for it," he says, looking behind me. -Why not? He pointed to the ring. I turned to look: there came Colton climbing in the same black shorts down to his knees, barefoot and shirtless. On his knuckles he now had a kind of white strip to protect them. And apparently today they didn't have a horn to announce them. Maybe because this place was new. Another guy appeared on another corner, he was tall, stout, thick, muscular, he was intimidating. He had the face of an ogre. I thought he looked very strong on par with Colton. Very old. I was scared for him. Now a judge, or whatever you call it, appeared between the two of them with a microphone.

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

All the anger and frustration I earlier experienced had disappeared into thin air. “I’m Big-T, by the way,” he said, stretching his massive hand forward. “Ramona,” I replied, offering mine. It disappeared completely in his powerful grip. Damn, those big, strong hands. His features intrigued me. Almost 7 feet tall, deep dark skin, Broad chest and shoulders, big hands, an outrageous shoe size ,bold expressive eyes that stared into your soul, thick mustache I suddenly wanted to grind my dripping pussy all over. I imagined his cock being even bigger than my favorite toy JJ. Fuck! Fresh, hot pussy juice slid warmly down my inner thighs. I locked my legs tightly together. Pulling out my phone .