Fat Guy With Dreads Novels & Stories

I filled my plate and chose a seat in a corner by the window. I enjoyed my meal without minding being alone, finishing my plate quickly before going for a second round. That’s when I froze, because I saw a huge man there. He was big, bulky, and very tall, like a bear. Even though I hadn’t seen his face yet, he already seemed intimidating. He wore jeans that hugged his large legs, a denim jacket, a cowboy hat, and leather boots. His light brown hair was a bit long, reaching the back of his neck.

If I thought I was wrecked by this whole situation, I wasn’t! DAWN WAS HAGGARD. He was dressed in a small pair of shorts with a white t-shirt and some flip-flops. He had this weird beard mustache that covered his whole face, and his hairstyle was just a mess. The poised man who always commanded the air of confidence looked like someone who could be thrown into jail for the next 100 years and he was dreading the idea of living. “What are you doing here?” I called out in a cold tone staring down at him. He fidgeted slightly and took one step, waiting to see my reaction before proceeding to put one foot in front of the other, stalking toward me.

"Uh, yeah, pretty much. Think you could do it?" Larry stares, and stares, and stares some more. I almost slam my fist on his desk to stop him from blinking so slowly. Larry is your typical fat cat slumlord. He is a large man that only seems to own a dirty white tee and black slacks that he leaves unbuttoned.

I didn't want him to be angry. "Now! let the show begin." Hawk said, eyeing me. The guys begin to cheer me up mockingly. "Are you sure this is a good idea, just check out the shape of her body. isn't that fat I see." One of the guys said. I bowed my head, fat? I stared at my feet. I have been really eating a lot nowadays cause I get hungry a lot. "Yo dude! Malcolm is right, the freak is getting fat. Her arm is like twice of my own." Another guy said, the last statement made all the guys burst into laughter.

The uniformed chauffeur, his face etched with professionalism, escorted me down the pier towards a magnificent cabin cruiser, its polished hull gleaming under the afternoon sun. Awaiting me on the deck was the enigmatic Mr. Anderson. His attire was relaxed and informal—a pair of vibrant blue shorts and dark sunglasses shielded his eyes from the sun's glare. His body was a testament to countless hours spent under the sun, a deep, all-over tan that contrasted sharply with the thick mane of grey hair that adorned his chest. This sight stirred an undeniable attraction within me, a testament to my inexplicable fondness for men with such abundant hair.

KEVAH'S POV JULY 9TH, 2016 Let me tell you something about myself; I am fat, there I said it. I am a 300lbs, dark skin beauty. You don't have to remind me; you don't have to gawk at my huge ass or frown at my Pudge. It's just not nice. I know I'm motherfucking big, and guess what? I don't motherfucking care what a motherfucker has to say about me.

I say, watching as Gatheo runs his fingers through his hair. His hair looks somewhat matted but also greasy. He has bags under his eyes, and he's certainly lost weight or, at the least, muscle mass. "Can I get either of you anything to drink?" Gatheo asks, fidgeting with his hands. "No, thank you," I chuckle, "Man, you're not in any trouble, and hopefully, today, we can sort things out enough to where you can find some closure and pick yourself back up. You look awful, Gatheo," I say, brutally honest.

Zaire sat two booths away with his teammates, all in their stupid matching red and black varsity jackets, laughing so obnoxiously loud over something that probably wasn't even funny. My heart literally skipped a beat the second my eyes found him. He had a fresh fade, and his dreadlocks were braided into double-strand twists, which looked so fucking good on him. His jawline was sharp, high cheekbones, and I couldn't help my eyes that slowly drifted down to his full pink lips.

"Brother Zhou, don't ask too much. Let's go. He will hear us later..." Xiaoyu said to Zhou Tian nervously. In a hurry, she even pushed Zhou Tian to the side of the car and asked Zhou Tian to get in the car and leave as soon as possible. Zhou Tian was really puzzled. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, a short and fat man in his forties suddenly walked out of the supermarket. Although this man was short, he weighed more than two hundred kilograms. He was a fat man. His arm was covered with tattoos, and he looked fierce. There was a big golden chain as thick as a finger hanging on his neck, which made him look like a social man.

I said, a smile pulling at my mouth. Even as my inner bitch cringed, she shook her hair back and gave a little finger wave. The lead guy, his bald head shiny under the light, laughed. This guy had all of his teeth. The crop of closely trimmed salt and pepper hair outlined his mouth. Old tattoos looked like bleeding green snakes around his neck. "The suka has fire." His lean, beef jerky body, shook under his laughter. Baldy apparently had at least a passing sense of humor.