Freckled Guys Novels & Stories

I loved it. I spotted them near the edge of the crowd. Four guys, early twenties, passing a joint and laughing too loud. Shirtless, covered in dust and glow paint. Perfect. I walked straight up, hips rolling with the music. The silver paint over my pussy caught the lights. "Hey," I said, voice low but clear. "You boys looking for something fun?" The tallest one, messy brown hair and a shark tattoo on his ribs, looked me up and down slow. "The fuck? You lost or something?"

I sighed. "Yo! care if I join you guys?". I looked over and saw a couple of guys approaching us. Both were pretty cool, I guess? One fellow looked straight at me with a wry smile. However, the most eye-catching feature worth noticing is his spiky, fiery reddish-orange hair. Wow, that must be a very nasty paint job. The other guy was simple and plain, though a bit nervous and submissive-looking. He looked at me with a nervous smile. His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible.

Before knowing her personally, I had thought that maybe, she was an Orgy girl. "We gotta go, Soph," she said, and I leaped with Joy inwardly. "Where are you taking her to?" Frank asked. "Where does it look like we are taking her to big guy? Everest?" She said as she cocked her head to her side. Frank blushed at her sarcasm. Wait! hold up! FRANK BLUSHED!!! I look at the two, one at a time, from Jenny to Frank. Was there something I was missing? "Hey, I've been looking all over for you guys," Cam said, his flyer still open.

While, Scarlet cheered even louder. "And since we are all passing comments, let me pass one too, you look like someone who has a teensy weensy crusty lil dick, who haven't got some in years, cuz no girl or boy wants to get near let alone get fucked or fuck you cuz you’re so unlikable and pathetic like that. Also, you’re also a 27 year old freeloader who dropped out and then kicked out by his parents cuz they don’t want a dirty wet sock as their son, and your dad probably regrets not pulling out sooner and your mum wishes she was on birth control, and now you live off on your friends money or you probably do them favors and suck them off cuz apparently the only thing you’re actually good at i

I don’t know but I know for sure that he’s successfully wormed his way into my life and I love him and I want him to stay in it forever if possible. “Is it possible for my freckles not to show in painting?” I scrunched my nose together. Why in the hell would she not let his freckles show and why the hell does he not want his freckles to show. What is wrong with this boy? His freckles are one of his cutest features and I thought he knows this. “Your freckles is like an integral part of your facial structure, it has to be there, Kel.” He groans.

“Nothing at all. Fuck. Stay behind me, Nate.” “Won’t help much,” said a new voice, this one deep and clipped. “Since I’m also behind you.” Ian spun so fast he knocked me over, and I went right back into the same fucking bush. I landed on my back. There, a few feet away from where my very vulnerable ass had been, was a guy just as big as Ian. Just as tall, anyway, though where Ian was bulky, this guy was lean, like a fencer or a swimmer. The sword strapped to his back made up the difference, though. Black hair, black eyes, and a weird long split robe thing, also black. Apparently Freckles had a good, six-foot-plus and terrifying reason for not being scared by Ian’s claws and fangs.

He often joked about it and how if he had not been interested in naked sweaty men then he might have given them a shot. Derrick was a run-of-the-mill geek boy with short-cut dark hair that he kept long enough for bangs close to his forehead due to having insecurity about his forehead size, and he wore thithin-framedasses and liked to dress casually with a variety of solid-colored polo shirts that buttoned up at the collar and khaki pants in various shades of grey, beige, tan, and navy blue.

“Piercy, the other rogue is walking in with four guys.” “This is the girl we want. Spread out and look for her.” I watched as he passed around what looked like a picture. “Describe them.” Piercy said back. “One is darker skinned, long black hair with white shirt. Another has buzzed hair, tattoos all over his face, with skinny jeans. The rogue and then a very tall guy. Man bun, tones of pierces, and his entire face is a big ass spider.”

“Yeah, it’s been kinda quiet around here without you singing at the top of your lungs—the wrong lyrics to every song ever written.” “DEAN!” she laughed, swatting at him as the bar filled with laughter. Gemma looked at the picture and smiled, satisfied. She sent it to Freddy with the text: Made it home—told you, didn’t I? Freddy studied the photo of the three biker guys surrounding Gemma. They weren’t like the bikers from her city; sure, these guys had muscles, and tattoos but they looked more like they just worked out a lot. Other than what Gemma had told her, she wouldn’t have guessed their story.

Apparently, they had trained elsewhere. “Hey sweetheart, how bout we have some fun after all this is over?” one of them snickers, his dark brown eyes roaming me from head to toe. I take an instant dislike towards him. He is tall, lean and sports a shaved head, unlike the rest of the men here who wear their crowning glory with pride. There is also a tattoo of a serpent on his neck.