Good Looking Guys Novels & Stories

That's when they spotted her. A group of three men lounging on a massive sofa in the corner turned their heads almost in unison. They were tall and athletic, with bodies honed like athletes or models, rippling abs, strong thighs, and cocks that were already rigid and dripping pre-cum from watching the room's antics. One had dark hair and a tattoo snaking up his arm; another was blond with a trimmed beard; the third, olive-skinned with piercing eyes. They exchanged grins, predatory and inviting, before calling her over with crooked fingers and low chuckles. "Come here, gorgeous," the dark-haired one called, his voice cutting through the moans. "You look like you need more."

Each of those two men had their entire bodies drenched in sweat while they had a specific smile on their faces. "That prey was easy to hunt down. Find something tougher next time." One of them spoke who had dazzling golden orbs and jet black hair. He was walking in his almost naked glory with an attitude of pride. "Done. But in the end, you would say it is easy. I know you." The other man spoke who looked a little younger than the previous one and had dark brown orbs and brown hair. Both were in their mid-twenties with sculptured masculine figures and an aura of dominance. Their eyes held a smoldering gaze and their features had anything but harshness.

They need to improve their standards or something. Sure, the guys are gorgeous—but they know it, and I’ve never been able to deal with that sort of guy. Immediately, even the most impossibly handsome male loses his appeal once it’s obvious that he thinks he’s God’s gift. And these two obviously do, sons of the alpha and all that.

I greeted offering them a smile. The two young men immediately both turned to look at me,I felt my courage disappearing as I knew the pair,they came in at least twice or once a week,and they were handsome to the end.At this point I was used to handome and beautiful women coming to this resturant but these men were different and the feelings never went away,these two were on top.Tonight they were both wearing black suits,one was on black tie and the other on wine colour tie,they really made a great duo as friends. It made me mad though,what is with all this filty rich people being so attractive?wasn't it enough that they had money?they have to steal the good looks too?It is so unfair or maybe

Tasha’s POV What the actual fuck? My heart pounded like I’d just run a marathon as I peeked into the room. Three fucking naked guys with huge cocks!!! Scratch that—three. Two more were chilling on the balcony, their silhouettes just as intimidating. These dudes looked like they’d gone through dick enlargement or something. Each one looked like they’d been sculpted for sin, their dicks thick, veiny, huge….literally way out of the world. “This is too much”.

"Excuse me, Miss. Can we buy you a drink?" Suddenly, two guys appeared in front of me. One was named John, the other Smith. Both were dressed in expensive-looking clothes, with the most noticeable thing being that neither had buttoned the last two buttons of their shirts. Their well-defined chests were almost about to burst out of their shirts, and from the gap between the buttons, I could even see the outline of their impressive abs. Wow, I knew some people had natural advantages when it came to physique, but I didn't expect them to be this well-built.

I walked past them, finding myself standing in front of nearly the entire school, all of whom were staring at two incredibly attractive boys. One of them was glaring at the other. He was approximately 6 feet 1 inch tall, with dark brown shoulder-length hair tied in a small ponytail, cold gray eyes, and full pink lips curled into a cold smirk. He hadn't buttoned up his shirt, revealing his muscular and toned abs. The other boy stood at about 6 feet 2 inches, with short black hair, smooth creamy skin, thick eyebrows, piercing green eyes, and heart-shaped lips. He seemed bored or disinterested.

I didn't pay close attention to who it was, assuming it was Sky or that bodyguard. "Honey, I'm home!" A male voice yelled as the door slid shut, and there was laughter. Turning to the intruders, I'm immediately amazed by the two men that walk – no, strut – in, wearing an all-black suit. They both look Asian – Korean, to be specific – and they have an unfathomable appeal about them. Whether it was because of their looks or it was how they were, I couldn't say. They looked like models fresh out of the runways. Fucking hell, they look like K-Pop idols. One of them catches my eye, and he smiles. I stare for a moment too long before looking away awkwardly. His eyes were as black as night, and yet

Two men stood before me, their identical features both intriguing and perplexing. My eyes roamed over their forms, taking in the strong and seductive lines of their bodies. They were handsome, there was no denying that, and the aura they exuded was undeniably alluring. I felt a surge of excitement as I took in their handsome faces and well-defined muscles. They were exactly my type, and the unexpectedness of the encounter only added to the thrill.

I started wondering if they were gay. They had really nice furnishings and both of the guys were very well built. One was Caucasian, about 6 foot 2 and looked like he worked out a lot. The other was black, bald, and stood about 6 foot 5. He wasn't as built as the other guy, but his muscles stretched his shirt out very nicely. I wanted to go over an introduce myself, but figured I would wait until they were all moved in.