Cabello Medio Largo Hombre Novels & Stories

This signaled the bartender to look in our direction. I gasped when his eyes met mine. He looked like a guy in his early twenties, and good-looking too. Like Peter, he had shoulder-length hair. The only difference was that he had auburn hair. Another thing I noticed was that his hair was tied in a ponytail. It was very unusual for a man to have such hair color, but that didn’t make him any less beautiful. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that made his muscles visible to everyone and a bandana on his head. He looked like a member of a motorcycle gang, if you were to ask.

Less than two minutes later, the door swung open. The first person through was a man Conner didn’t recognize. He was short, perhaps five-nine, with a chunky build. By his face, Conner judged him to be in his early thirties, though his balding head made him look older. The top of his skull was nearly completely bald, with only a few wisps of dark brown hair lying flat against his white skin. To compensate, he’d grown the hair on the sides and back long, and gathered it into a short ponytail in the back.

a middle-aged man from the tribe said to a bald, burly man furiously. The bald man was over two meters in height and held a steel rod in his hand, as thick as a grown man’s thigh. The sight of him was extremely shocking. Moreover, every part of his body was encased in bulky muscles.

My tentative speculation and blissful hopes are interrupted by the sound of a man yelling. “How can they give such an order?!” The screaming man is young and handsome, quite like a fox. He’s probably in his twenties or early thirties. He’s tall and lean, with an elegant and remarkably muscular build. He has an unshaven beard on his chin as well as kind eyes. He holds his head high while another flustered fellow trips over himself to hold him back.

Identical twins, and handsome as hell. Both of them have long hair with blended shades of brown and blonde. One of them has his in a ponytail, tightly fastened at the top of his head. Their divine toned bodies are on full display before our eyes, my mouth waters as my gaze fixates upon their bulging manhood.

A tall person stood there, unmistakably human. Catalina said, “I've spotted you, so you should just emerge.” The person came out from behind the tree a minute later. Approaching, Catalina identified the individual as a pale-skinned man, around 6'5", with long, black hair featuring blonde highlights, pulled back in a ponytail. His attire consisted of black dress pants, dress shoes, and a short-sleeved white dress shirt that showcased his bulging, muscular arms, indicating he was very fit. His eyes, a light grey with white orbs, were what Catalina found most mesmerizing.

He cuts me off annoyed “Would you stop counting and just sit down already.” He sits on a stool, lifts an eyebrow, and pulls off his hood revealing his perfect face and hair. His hair is a medium brown color, short on the sides and longer on top by a few inches, it’s parted on one side and styled back. The hood made it a bit messy so he takes a tattooed hand through it and brushes it back with his fingers.

He is gorgeous and really does look heaven sent. He’s probably around six foot one and has short dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He is wearing dark jeans and a black long sleeve shirt but you can tell his body was probably hand chiseled by the Goddess herself and equally tattooed. He makes Colin look like a little boy. I relax my stance and fumble with my fingers suddenly very nervous around him not knowing what he is thinking.

But, handsome didn’t even begin to describe the man. Jack was tall, about six foot three inches. He had dark brown hair that curled up at the edge of his collar. His eyes were a rich, deep brown, almost mahogany, and his face had chiseled features with a strong jaw. There wasn’t a damn thing about the man that didn’t sizzle.

"How did I lose him? I thought I was paying attention to all his moves!" The man is well built, with a height of about 5'2 feet tall. He has short curly, brown hair which adds gentleness to his face. He's fair, with lots of muscles on his chest. The white shirt he was putting on, look so tight on him and shows some of his abs. After venting out his anger, he hopped down from his jeep and brought out his phone from his pocket. He dialled a number and waited patiently for the person to pick up the call.