Facts About Guys Novels & Stories

The Fuckboys Alex 19 5’11” Asian Muscular Joey 19 6’1” Brown hair Gray eyes Muscular build David 18 6’ Brown hair Brown eyes Muscular build Chad 19 6’2” Brown hair Brown eyes Muscular build Jason 18 5’11” Brown hair Bright blue eyes Slim muscular build The Schools Badboys (All are covered in tattoos) Dean 21 6’3” Light brown hair Gray eyes Muscular build Facial hair Gage 22 6’4” Dirty blonde hair - half shaved half long Green eyes Full thick beard Muscular build Sami’s boyfriend Bear 21 6’6” Brown hair Hazel eyes Facial hair Very muscular Frankie’s boyfriend Gunnar 21 6’3” Light brown hair Blue eyes Muscular Jax 22 6’0 Black hair mohawk Black eyes Lean muscular build Chase 22 6’2” Dirty blon

Inappropriate sexual jokes by male co-workers? Now imagine this: you work in an industry filled with guys with thick glasses who are still virgins at 27. They learned their social skills by playing Xbox with little headsets on. The only boobs they’ve seen outside of internet porn are… okay, they haven’t seen any boobs outside of internet porn. I’m being grossly unfair, I know. I do have some really great co-workers who have cool girlfriends, who are considerate, who are awesome human beings. And I shouldn’t bag on guys in Tech. I didn’t lose my v-card until I was a junior in college, and I haven’t had a date in the last six months.

That’s nastyyyyyyyyyy, even Anna would think that’s weird. “Don’t say it like that. Boys always have casual conversations and bring shit up like that because let’s be honest, boys love to brag about how many girls they’ve fucked, played and cheated on like it’s some sort of award-winning achievement because y’all are crazy sickos, so I’m sure it’s not gonna be hard to find that information.” He sighed, probably tired of my rubbish. I’m a lot to deal with anyway.

"Did you never read comic books or watch superhero movies, like ever?" "I tried," I protested, indignantly. "I know you did," he admitted. "You don't know all these because you never had a brother." I reached over the table to clank his forehead with my steel spoon. "That was totally sexist." I sat back down, watching him rub his forehead. "Hey, it's truth and you know it. Guys generally know these stuff than girls, it's science." "And guys are also dumb, that's scientifically proven too." He just rolled his eyes while I made the unconscious mistake of licking the back of the spoon that I had used to hit his head.

Ashton explained in detail. "Many students leave their hometowns just for their studies and some people for their Job. And many of them live alone in dorms and apartments. The gang is making use of that." Tristan said with his deep voice. "What will they do with them. I mean why only girls?" Ashton's voiced our his thoughts. "They sell them!" everyone in the room whipped their heads towards Tristan but Logan just shook his head sighing. "You all need to know more about that! Do you know how does the process go!? No right! Let me tell you!"

I never did though. The oddest candidate in my imaginary list were a group of four guys in their late twenties and thirties, who came into the pub both with their partners and sometimes just the four of them. They were youthful but not the prettiest guys I had ever seen. One in particular had tattoos on his arms, shaved hair, a broken nose and was muscularly stocky. His three mates were leaner and a small taller than him but all equally looked like ex-boxers.

Everyone started cheering ‘chug’ as the three guys smiled at everyone. I had been around my friends for quite a long time and I’d seen them shirtless and they had the same body. But, I liked it when they were older. I just thought that they seemed more mature and they could put up to my standard. I always liked guys older than me, not the ones who were my age or younger. I also think that guys who were in their late or early twenties were great at bed since they had the experience. I had proven it because Liam had justified my sexual fantasies. The two guys lifted the other one so he was standing upside down on the keg. All the people cheered ‘chug’ as they watched him finish up the whole ke

“We are, it’s true.” “No, not you. Well, maybe, I don’t know, I can’t think about you and sex in the same sentence.” She waves a hand. “But generally, you know, guys just want to get to the finish line. So it’s like, five minutes of foreplay max, which involves one erogenous zone, or two if you’re lucky, and speaking of which, why do guys think it’s a turn on to touch you as if they’re stuffing a chicken?” I give a short, humorless laugh. “Jesus.”

“Are you sure?” “I’m sure. I was there in the hospital when the doctor checked him over. He does have stitches on the side of his head, but not much else. But the thing is, guys are different than girls. Guys are bigger and stronger than we are. At the same time, when they get the least little scrape, or catch a cold, they turn into helpless babies. They need help with every little thing.” That got a round of smiles out of the girls.

He was a cutie, damn fine actually, but sweet and nervous, a nice kid and everything that Jeff wasn't. Most decent guys my age were taken and the rest either jerks like Jeff, married and on the make or unfortunately single for a reason with a ton of baggage and looking for a mom as much as a girlfriend. There were a few good guys out there, but at this point I didn't want serious so that left me with few options. A couple of my friends went out as cougars on the prowl from time to time and raved about sex with young men, not just the young hard bodies and stamina, but they were eager to please and acted like it was about the woman, not them.