Just Some Guy Novels & Stories

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

I turned around to be met by a young guy. He was average height, and he had an accent that reminded me of the American country side. He was wearing big tops and baggy pants. "Sorry, but I don't need company, all I need is solitude right now" He didn't say anything, he just walked up to my front, earning my full attention in the process. "You know, we all go through shits and regardless of what you are going through, I need you to understand that you will be fine" I gawked at him, like he had grown another head.

Martinez Clause" Jon said. "Who now?" now looking straight at Jon. "That's the guy you've been staring at,his a big fish, trust me,he's loaded big time,yeah,runs wall street all by himself." "No kidding" Tom said taking more interest. "Well not bad"Tom said pretending to lose interest. "see you around kiddo" Jon said retiring to the back.

With white hair he likes! Trying to catch up with the sentence structured in my head, I move my fingers swiftly and type them out. >HotGuy InTheBed: I am a hot guy. >HotGuy InTheBed: I have white hair, and I am not wearing any pants. >HotGuy InTheBed: In fact, as you should know, I don’t like to wear pants. White hair guy with no pants? What are you? Are you a- >HotGuy InTheBed: People call me real life Donald Duck.

🔮Kylie’s POV🔥 “Gosh! I don’t know that this is how good this guy was not until today, my friends who has tasted his joysticks usually gist me about it but now, I’m the one that’s gonna gist them.” Seriously, I so much love his d**k, it’s so big and long, it’s very good and perfect. I don’t even wish to stop sucking it but I have no choice cuz right now, I really need him to enter deep into me through this lovely joystick of his.

One after another, people jumped in to tear him apart. [Is breaking up really that hard? You'd rather scheme against a buddy who trusts you? Are you even human?] [Meeting someone like you is the worst kind of bad luck. I hope your buddy sees this post and realizes what you really are. Disgusting.] [Stop pushing this kind of garbage to me. I'm so mad I'm about to get a lump in my chest! Idiot!] But the poster wasn't affected in the slightest. He fired back at each comment.

Of feeling like it was okay to not be strong for a second. We went back to the couch. He leaned back and I rested my head against his shoulder, his arm around my waist. “I’ve been so scared,” he admitted quietly. “I’ve been looking for jobs everywhere. I go to interviews and every time I walk out, I feel like I’m not good enough. He paused. And then I think about you.About us. About how I’m supposed to be someone you can rely on, and I just feel like I’m failing.” “You’re not failing,” I said softly.“ You lost a job. That happens. It doesn’t define who you are."

“They can tear each other apart for all I care – tradition or not, Alpha or Family Honor. I've got my own battles – with bills and debts to pay. Not going to add hospital bills and new clothes for tonight. My wife will kill me.” "You've got a point there," another bystander added, his tone suggesting agreement. "Why don't you grab a beer from the truck if you're sticking around?" "What exactly are you up to?" someone asked a younger guy who was setting up his smartphone, ready to record the action. "Just trying to boost my YouTube channel. Need to hit 1,000 subscribers to start earning," he replied, focused on his phone. "And how far are you from that goal?" "Got only ten subscribers so far.

why i can't be just shut upp? ___

I give a half smile. he nods. "I don't need to knock anyone out, do I? I don't deal in this whole talk about boys thing, but if some punk needs a lesson taught, I'm your guy." He through a thumb to his chest, grinning. I shake my head. "No Luke. There's no boys." I giggle. He straightened out. "Good. Because I don't want to be the poor schmuck that has to tell Jay his girlfriend's dating. Please don't make me do that."