Captain Underpants Harold Gay Novels & Stories

The sight before him scared the life out of him. AHHH!!! "Shit man. Couldn't you be a little bit less creepy! Gruelling gastritis! Look at my coffee now. Being gladly consumed by my lab coat and pants instead of me savouring the heavenly taste. What's wrong with you Harold?" Harold watched the young scientist in amusement. For the first time in a while, Harold broke into a hearty laughter. He laughed so hard his sides hurt. It took him a while to calm down a bit.

He walked towards the door then added a warning, “Don't you try anything funny, boy. I will find out and you will pay dearly.” Harold sighed for the third time that evening and it was due to both physical and mental exhaustion as his professor shut the door behind him. He should have know his professor wasn't going to help. But still, why had he sent him that letter? Harold's minds brooded over the question as he wiped the books upon books clean and rearranged them; Celine Dazzle's ‘A trip on Brooms’, Mitch Flibberton's ‘Wolfaholic’ and so on.

The alpha sat down slowly, as if in shock. "As I was saying, Harold was into some shady shit. You're about to watch videos that we obtained from his library. Harold worked with Carlson and other area alphas to sell orphans, misfits, and anyone else who wouldn't be missed. He fucked up, though, when he started selling humans, which caught the hunters' eye. That began their search for those taken, and it was how they found my crew and me at one of the many places Harold owned. He was profiting from p**n, snuff films, and the more sinister ones that featured children raped and murdered." I stepped back, leaning against the wall, close enough to be able to scent their guilt if they so much as re

printed on it, he looked like an old goat. “Hello, Miss Caily. Ah, I see that this guy looks like the general manager of Hana Corporation, so I want to ask you if he is really…” “Yes, he is Harold, general manager of Hana Corporation.” Caily proudly introduced. Leo's eyes were now like those of a rabid dog. After a few seconds, he quickly looked at Harold and bowed. He looked extremely polite even though he was much older than Harold. “Great, I didn't expect I would see you here.”

He shrieked loudly, “D*mn it, Harold, you just pooped your pants!” “What?!” Everyone turned toward Harold simultaneously. It was obvious! There was something disgusting leaking from Harold’s butt! Lady Wilson shouted angrily, “D*mn it, you b*stard, this sofa is imported from Italy!” Harold was equally dumbfounded. He blurted innocently, “I… I… I don’t know what happened! My stomach was hurting, and it hurt so bad, I wanted to fart, then…” Wendy asked in bewilderment, “Harold, did you breath in some of the powder when you ground the laxatives?”

I wasn't a virgin, and for that, I was a little thankful. And yes, did I forget to mention that by the time he got to my panties, I was already wet? "Good Heavens, you're coochie's more eager than I thought," he said with a chuckle as he slid the underwear off my legs. "Says the one with a tent in his pants. Kettle calling pot black," I rolled my eyes, but still sat on the table with my legs spread. Harold took out his dick and I saw it. Well, he was big, bigger than my stupid ex.

Wondering why we left the guys, Trishia brought me to the comfort room and talked to me. "Look Gav, can't you be a little nicer to Harold?" "Is that the guy you wanted me to meet? He's a lunatic pervert, Trish! I'm not being judgmental, but the way he looked at me… It's like he wanted to eat me alive! And my gosh, he was so forward and taking advantage of me!" I said irritably. "Harold's a nice guy. He's a millionaire's son; if you became his girlfriend, he'd shower you with expensive things. What are you thinking, Gav?" Trishia said as if expecting me to be surprised.

My eyes widened when I saw him take off his polo shirt and pants, he was only wearing boxer shorts. I swallowed. My god! Shutangina! Please just temptation! Get away from me! I am begging you at the first temptation to stay away! Sh*t I might rape this gay man! "Your eyes Trix, looking everywhere." "H-Ha? I wasn't looking anywhere." I refuse. This is as stubborn as my eyes! Wait, does the eye have a head? Chariz. Don't know how to listen to me! I just closed my eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Hubby's bathroom door open.

The moment he pulled up his pants, over a dozen people rushed in, holding sticks. They looked intimidating with tattoos inked on them. It was obvious they were gangsters and looked the part very much. Harold appeared next, wearing a menacing grin as he said, “Weren’t you the best? You could take four versus one, right? I have 14 people here for you. Let’s see if you’re really that good at fighting and if you can still be as arrogant!” Harold made a wave after that, and the 14 men rushed up, looking aggressive with their sticks. Harold himself left the washroom worried that he would accidentally get hurt and also because the public washroom reeked.

"I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this." "Do what? Be happy?" Oliver took a step closer. "Be gay!" Alexander shouted. The words echoed in the large room. "I'm not gay, Oliver. I can't be. My father... the team... they expect me to be a legend. Legends don't sleep with their male assistants." He looked panicked. He looked like a trapped animal. Oliver felt a pang of sympathy. He walked right up to Alexander. He didn't care that he was naked and Alexander was in a suit. He felt more powerful like this.