Hunky And Shorty Novels & Stories

he answered seriously, and I started laughing, I knew there was something there. "Then start doing more than standing there like you're working, because I'm taking my Shorty off the dance floor now!" I warned, gave him two pats on the back and headed toward Hannah. Music was playing, my crazy girl and Rubina were dancing very sensually, they were drawing the attention of many men there and several women too. Hannah had her back to Rubina, they were pressed together, with their arms up, laughing, it was sexy as hell. I approached, facing Hannah, and we started dancing, her body brushing against mine. Rubens didn't waste time and approached Rubina, said something in her ear and she laughed and

Not wanting to create scene they ignored. "Oh, yes, let's add more fun then" the another exclaimed in excitement. "Hey, shorty" the boy of 5'8 yelled pointing at their direction. They stopped, the same time, they heard 'shorty' and according to them , in their gang, only Naira has the short height. Though, her height 5'2 was exactly normal but being a 5'8 he called her shorty. They immediately snapped their eyes at the halted Naira who was steady at her spot. They sighed, knowing she is already riled up , and now this, must be made her furious.

Her friend Kylie was already waiting outside in her daddy's car and Carla happily made her way inside. Talking about the new guys in town, Kylie drove to her house were a raging party was already bursting. Music blaring, mingling people laughing and catting, bodies so close together it was hard to move around the house. Carla was very eager to get in and get it started. Carla and Kylie walked in with their heads held high and chests out, exposing most of their cleavage. Carla looked over the crowd and saw her target - a big, bulky guy with dirty blonde hair and big muscles.

*I got a rabbit,* Fanny said, proudly, then got bashful. *Oh that’s hot. So proud of you sexy. You’re amazing but I knew you would be,* a voice said, a little deeper and scruffier than Lenox’s. *I’m Fanny,* she said, rubbing her head across his side and sniffing him. *I’m Hank,* he said, playfully growling. Hank?? I forced Fanny to step back and cock her head to the side. Hank?? It wasn’t all that common of a name, smug little shit.

Kristin slid around on her stool, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor as she spotted the man who'd entered the pub. Talk about a hot man on the hoof. She guessed his height at about five ten, with neat, short brown hair, a muscular compact body accentuated by the T-shirt stretched across his shoulders and the jeans that emphasized his strong legs. Even in the low light of the bar, she could see he had about a three-day scruff decorating his jaw line, just enough to be sexy and send out a message to her misbehaving hormones.

Hoonie was looking at Sheena’s face, she was sweating. “Unggg~ Sheena.. Ah, ah, ah!” Hoonie moaned because Sheena was so tight, he liked that so much. “Ahhh, Hoonie, this is so good. Ah, ah, ah!” Sheena was moaning. Hoonie then thrusted faster. “Ah, ah, ah, Sheena! You are so tight! Ah! Ah! Ah! And you are so sexy! I am really horny for you! Ugh! Ugh! Ah! Ah!” Hoonie moaned. He dug deeper and faster. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Hoonie! Ah! Ah! Oh my! Faster! Ugh!” Sheena was about to cum again. Hoonie was about to cum too. “Ah! Ah! I will cum inside! Ah! Ah!” Hoonie made it faster. “Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!” They moaned in unison and cum at the same time. Hoonie collapsed on Sheena’s top. He kissed Sheena’s neck.

“We were just playing around at that point. I mean even I was laughing. What I didn’t realize at the time was that I had grown erect, and when she settled closer, she could feel my hard cock pressing against her through my shorts. Boom, baby!” I guffawed at the colorful description of Jordan’s own cock. “Oh puh-leease,” I giggled. “Don’t hate on me,” Jordan said, frowning. “Never mind, just finish the story.” “Well Lily laughs and shouts, ‘you've got a fucking boner!’” “People still use the word boner?” I questioned.

I hadn't cared then, and it hadn't changed now. There was a sparkle in Vincent's eyes. Before he could reply, someone called out to him. "Hey, Vinny!" It was the latest winner of the mud scuffle. He was abnormally tall and brutish looking. Like a Scottish Highlander with his wide-set shoulders, his long dark-red wild hair pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. His bright green eyes were in contrast to the mud smearing his face. His chest was bare and the tats across his torso were on full display. He was definitely a tall drink of water. "Stop being a f*cken prude and get your ass over here!"

for short. Then there's my younger brother, Vance, who's known for his stylish looks and charming demeanor. He had a head of sleek, flowing hair that seemed to be perpetually perfect, no matter what he did. I called him "V". My cousin, Brandon Sanchez, is a womanizer who took great pride in his physique. He had a tan, muscular build and a winning smile that made the ladies swoon. I called him "B". And last but not least, there's Kylie Park. She's the daughter of our Under Boss, Maverick Park, and my best friend. But our relationship went beyond friendship. She had blonde hair, and green eyes, and was about my age and height.

But the obsession is there. It’s not like I’m hard up for sex. My current girlfriend, Sandra sees to that. Sandy is that one in a million girl that every guy dreams about, but never meets. I’m not just talking about looks, which are beyond belief; Sandy defies description. She is short, petite, with dark brown eyes and jet-black hair. When I say short, I mean just about five-foot tall. Her skin is milk white, soft and clear. Her body is perfect with wide hips and breasts large enough to draw stares but proportionate and firm enough to need no supportive undergarment. You can tell that she will be that way until she’s old and gray. Unlike many women; gravity is her friend.