Chris Sturniolo Funny Novels & Stories

“You think he’s better looking than me?” I wiggle my hand in front of him and make a face. “Eh, you two are pretty close.” I’m only kidding, but seeing the way he’s reacting is far too funny. “I’d kiss him if given the chance.” Lucifer knits his brows together and narrows his eyes at me. “Maybe even grab ahold of that nice butt of his. I mean, you’ve seen him in jeans right?” By the look on Lucifer’s face, he’s probably contemplating the murder of the Australian actor right now, and I can’t allow that. Chris is too good of a piece of eye candy for all the girls forced to watch Marvel movies with their boyfriends. “I’m joking.”

That may also be why Chris seemed surprised. Leonel paid close attention to the expression on Chris's face, although he couldn't see what appeared on Chris's phone screen. Initially, Chris's face was as neutral as usual. He was stiff and rarely smiling, except when he made awkward and forced jokes. But it was comforting enough for Leonel because he needed extra comfort. Especially now, when many things were weighing on Leonel. Sometimes, Leonel wished he could escape from all the pressures, but when he thought about it, everything was caused by himself.

Neil covered his face with one hand while the other rested on the table. Chris put on a flat face, exchanging glances with Annaliese, and said, “They’re the worst actors. Wouldn't spend a penny even if they made it to Hollywood.” The so-called bad actors burst into laughter. They seemed to enjoy being silly in front of Chris. This was an entertaining show to see for Annaliese. Someone’s phone rang, interrupting the funny moment. It was from William’s mobile. He left the table and went to his bedroom to get it.

At this point, we both burst into laughter as I saw an image of a very large man that had soiled his pants and continuously polluted the air due to a stomach upset that he could have avoided. “You laughed so hard, you fell off?” I managed to ask between laughs. “Lion is so silly! He didn’t quit giving out commands!” Chris added as the sound of our laughter echoed in the room. “So each command was followed by a corresponding fart!” We laughed so loud, if anyone passed through the corridors, the sound would accompany them like a musical. “I should have been used to his behavior by now but I just can’t. Every day is a new drama!” Chris added still laughing.

Chris’s eyes widened slightly, and he covered his mouth in mock horror. “Oh my. I almost forgot about that. Thankfully, you reminded me,” he said sarcastically before rolling his eyes. Aby and I burst out laughing. “Whatever you say, Aby. I will still eat a lot. So, bitches, find us a table now, and I’ll go ahead,” he said, already turning around. Before he could leave, he flipped his imaginary long hair like a dramatic movie star. I shook my head while smiling. Chris was honestly funny and completely unhinged in the best way.

she said dryly, sipping from her glass. Laughter rippled through the room. Damian squeezed my hand. His thumb brushed over my knuckles like he was reassuring himself this wasn’t a dream. I looked around and saw expressions I didn’t expect—joy, yes, but also something more complicated. Thoughtfulness. Maybe even awe. Chris kept the jokes going all night. It was his specialty. His coping mechanism. His charm. “Can I wear white too? Or is that just tacky?” he asked, flopping into a chair and tossing a grape into his mouth like a child at a summer picnic.

Chris strode into his modern apartment, a satisfied smirk playing on his chiseled face. The day had been long, but the night was just beginning. As an attractive, fit 34-year-old with piercing blue eyes and an impressive package, Chris knew how to make the most of his free time. And tonight, he had plans with Joko, a tall, skinny twink with a penchant for big cocks and even bigger balls.