Cabello Medio Largo Hombre Novels & Stories

I whispered through my teeth, squeezing his hand in my fist. "Chill babe, I've got this" he shushed me. We approached the counter, my eyes glared at the mid-aged bald man, accessing him. He was fair in complexion, approximately six feet tall with big belly protruding on the counter. He wore a grey moustache, matching his grey scanty hair at both sides of his head. He quickly picked up his black baseball cap on the counter and fixed it on his head, flaunting the little hair he had, out of the cap.

My hand reached for the doorknob and twisted it open before sliding in, shutting the door behind me. I halted at the sight of the handsome, dark-haired, shoulder-length-haired guy with a height of about 6’4 ft. His face was sweaty and his hair glued to his face, making him hot, but that wasn't what I was viewing. His huge, erect, and veiny member was in his hand.

I reached out and took hold of his cock, and started working the two at the same time. I looked up at him, taking him in a while, keeping my rhythm. He was probably mid 40's, 6' or a little taller, with brown hair, almost no body hair, a thin build, with a nice 7.5" cut cock that was a little thicker than average.

This mysterious man had black hair, dark like obsidian. It was semi short and neatly kept. He had light stubble which accentuated his strong jawline and tanned olive skin. He was taller than me, so I assumed about 6 feet, if not taller, with rippling muscles cascading down his arms. He was absolutely breathtaking in every way. In fact, he was too gorgeous… almost ethereal.

The bulge suggested that he was well-hung. Third was an olive-skinned man of average height, dark hair with a matching goatee. He had a good build, you might call it a swimmer's body, with a hairy chest, arms and legs. Not as hairy as Wilson, but hairier than most men Tim had seen. Next was a short Latino man, well-built, with short hair and a bushy moustache, modestly hairy body, and a huge bulge in his jockstrap. Finally, there was another well-built white guy, taller than the other four, buzz cut, stubbly face, average body hair.

He asks, leaning his ass against my wooden dining table. “Aged fifties or sixties. Mid-length wavey light brown hair. Mildly tanned skin, greying facial hair. Was about 6’4” with a military posture and a Spanish accent. What about you and this Miarganda character?” I ask, leaning against the table beside him. “I’d put mine at about late thirties, early forties. Long dark blonde hair, 6’6” and pretty svelte looking. Not tanned, but more glowing skin and an Italian accent. Doesn’t sound like they’re the same guy at all.”

"He is super cute…" My voice left me, as I stared at the man standing close to me. 5' 7'' inches, broad shoulders, Viking gold hair, bristly eyebrows, a hawkish nose, firm long legs, alluring eyes, and sensual lips. 'God the man was sexy!!'

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

They were a deep shade of brown, warm and inviting, and they seemed to sparkle with intelligence and wit. His hair was long and flowing, falling in loose waves around his face and down his back. It was a rich shade of chestnut brown, with subtle highlights that caught the light and gave it an almost ethereal glow. He wore it loose, with a few strands artfully arranged around his face to frame his features.

His skin was fair but not raw bread-like; he had an olive tone that matched his brows and hair. Lush Miguel’s hair was medium-length, slightly wavy, perfectly combed but not the typical clean or military cut. It had its own style, a style that was captivating. She sat and remembered every detail from that brief glance earlier. She had an unusual feeling for that man. He was handsome, and it was normal not to forget his face, especially when there was no one else like him in the world. That man seemed blessed with everything—looks, intelligence, and most importantly, wealth.