Hot Mixed Guys Novels & Stories

“Imagine twenty-four guys and only five are hot. You get paid the same if you bang a hot guy or an ugly guy. All the girls would be going for the same guys.” I frown. “Hmm, true. I didn’t think of that, but I suppose they would be. They were all really hot, though. It wouldn’t be a hard choice.” “And what happens if you did the deed with one guy and liked him, and then next time some other chick wanted him.”

A couple minutes later, two guys, talking loudly about blowjobs and double penetration, wandered up from the bonfire. Brandt was out of the darkness, blocking them before either reached the door. “Hey, man.” A sunburned, shirtless blond guy waved a bottle of vodka in Brandt’s face. “You here to fuck that skinny chick too?” “I don’t wanna fuck her. I’m gonna ram my dick so far into her mouth she’ll feel my balls on her chin,” boasted the second guy, who sported an ape-like chest. Brandt crossed his arms over his chest. “We’ve got enough players, so take off.”

He groans and his brother chuckles. “ Her scent is so intoxicating,” Maximo murmurs and Santino hums. “ Leave me alone you fuckers!” I scream. Maximo’s impossible heat engulfs me when he steps closer only for santino’s chill to cool me down. I know Maximo is doing it deliberately. He bend and his hands touches my other thigh. Together they create this intense feeling on my body that it reacts to them. They are two impossibly hot men with a cold and a wild exterior they are both the best definition is toxic and my body craves for them at this moment.

Christine’s POV The hot guy took a step forward, both hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jeans. His cold, slate eyes fixed sharply on the trio of guys as his voice sounded cold. Then the tallest of the three guys snapped, thrown off by the question. He looked at the hot guy, then scoffed. “Who the hell are you supposed to be? Why’re you defending them?” The hot guy didn’t even twitch. He just tilted his head slightly, eyes still locked on the guy like a predator studying his prey. “That’s not important,” he replied smoothly.

Her luscious lips parted in a silent gasp as she pleasured herself with the pulsing water. Steve's hand slid inside his shorts, jerking his hard on, hardly able to believe what he was watching. His chest heaved with shaky breaths as he watched lovely Cassie's hips pumping as she leaned back against her car, her fingers having joined the water from the hose as she masturbated. He felt his cock twitching, knowing he was about to cum as she bit her lip and her hips surged forward, a small cry escaping from her throat as her body tensed, her face a mask of ecstasy. Steve cried out unabashedly as his own orgasm flooded his senses, his cum shooting against the inside of his shorts.

"I don't know what the problem is, but I think you're overreacting. Stories like that that use someone in the real world as a model are common. There are thousands of stories that use actors or singers as models, so there's no need to exaggerate!" "I don't want to be famous like that, if people end up texting me all the time." "That's a risk as a model. You've been living it for 6 years and you should be used to it. The predicate as the hottest man is because of your physical appearance that excites women, so enjoy it, Aiden!" "Hey Aiden, good afternoon?" Stacy who had just arrived went straight to Aiden and Chloe who were sitting on the sofa. Stacy's face is very radiant, after the incident

He shouted her name as he emptied himself into her, the hot jets of his semen pouring into the thin latex shield. At last they were spent. Gus reached up to unclench her fingers from the spindles, then leaned forward onto her, his heart pounding against her back and mingling with her own heartbeat. The only sound in the room was the harsh rasping of their breathing as they struggled to drag air into their lungs.

I didn’t have to say shit before punching him square in the face. I was sure I’d broken his nose and with the way his eyes rolled into his head, I knew he’d be unconscious. The other one screamed something in a language I was sure wasn’t English as the first guy dropped to the floor. I walked toward him as he shielded his junk with one hand while placing the other in front of him. He was hard, and that was what gave it away. They were a gay couple and were playing with themselves but decided to add a third party to it. Not out of consent.

The room felt like a freezer. He peeled off his wet jeans and grabbed the nearest pair of sweatpants, gritting his teeth as he yanked them on. Everything was cold. Clammy. Miserable. He climbed under the covers, teeth clenched. It was only a few minutes before he heard Ethan’s voice behind him. “You look like you’re dying.” Lucas didn’t answer. Then the bed dipped. Ethan had climbed in, still shirtless, body radiating heat like a furnace. Lucas turned sharply. “What are you doing?”

He goes so hard that I keep wondering if others couldn't hear us. “Jason hits so hard“. I can't help but compare him to Richard, because both friends are very good at handling a woman's body. “I guess Richard will have more to offer when he's not intoxicated.” Jason is clinging to me tightly, while he falls asleep, as soon as he climaxes. “Though I call him disgusting, he's super strong in handling a woman's body”. Jason and I are up from bed, when he receives a text from Richard, “I guess the sound of his phone pulls me out of my sleep”.