Larry Shorts Novels & Stories

His Body so sweaty, making his teen muscles even more toned and visible. "Is it cool if i take off my shorts?" He asks. I just nod without thinking. Down they go, his tight, blue, sport shorts. Only leaving him with his white calvin boxers with that big black band. Talking about big and black: His Calvins, socking wet with sweat, making his cock just visible enough for me to almost spit out my protein shake that we always drink after workout. Taylor looking at me, wondering why i made that weird noise, quickly realising the source of my reaction. WOW! ok.

Perhaps she should have kept quiet after all. She turned her head and saw two new men walking toward her. They were large and muscular, shirtless and coated in a sheen of sweat. One of them was fondling his crotch as they approached. “Pretty and sweet,” said Larry as he slapped her ass. “Haven’t had a woman like that since the day I married Missy,” he said, pride in his voice. I fucked someone named Larry? Sarah asked herself, her elitism returning in full force.

I wiped my hands against my shorts, my lips still twitching in amusement. "Not komodo dragon, Connor." Larry glanced to my large friend. "I mean a dragon." "Dragon, dragon?" Connor's eyes widened. "As in those things that breath fire?" "Yes." Larry nodded. Connor's disbelieving gaze focused on Larry, then to me, and finally back to the former. I glanced at Larry with a knowing smile as if to say, 'I told you so.' "Oh, so you both think this is amusing?" His face hardening by a glare, his hand reached for the laptop. "Let's see if you still laugh at this."

I blew out a long sigh of relief at his departure. Fuck! Man! Larry was really a handful. He was obviously a lot to deal with whenever he got into those inquisitive situations. He keeps forgetting that curiosity killed the cat. I let my eyes roam back to the screen of my laptop, a folder catching my attention. I leaned in closer.

I've only gotten along with Troy and the one amazing friend who will remain nameless but known for stabbing my back. "Damn, you have no idea how that Sierra girl is so bangable! She's so sexy last night." My ears throbbed when I heard Larry; he's a baseball player, and he stated it as his group of friends passed me. My brows furrowed in response to the repulsive words he spoke. "Yeah, someday I will get my hands off her clothes." His friend replied, and all of them laughed in agreement with his remarks.

Pulling himself up onto his elbows, Larry grabbed at the sides of the waistband of my panties and began to slide the panties down. Throwing the damned thing over his shoulder, Larry slidded down onto my pussy and planted his lips around my clit. Without public hair to hide in, he made short work of finding the top folds of my slit and sliding up between them with the tip of his tongue.

"Who's the lucky man?" I joked, "I put this on for you guys." I stood away from the bar, turning slowly for them to see. "How do I look?" My legs are long, muscled and tan. My calves are nice and shaped from running and my thighs fill the leg openings of my short gym shorts. "Hot," said Larry. "Too good to be sitting here," he laughed. "Let’s go dancing, I can show you some hot moves." He flirted. "You could get me into a regular nightclub."

The next instant, The girl, who was kneeling before Larry, grabbed the edge of his shorts. Before he knew it, she had taken off Larry's pants and underwear. Larry felt the lower half of his body exposed all of a sudden. He was so frightened that he wanted to pull his shorts up in a hurry. "What in the world do you think you're doing?" Ignoring Larry's words, The girl crazily leaned in close and buried her face between his legs. Before Larry could get out of the way, he felt his diek being sucked on by something warm and wet...

Lauren stretched out on the couch, her eyes glued to a cheesy Christmas rom-com she had begrudgingly turned on for background noise. Sophie was playing quietly with her dolls on the floor. For once, peace had settled in their little corner of the house. Lauren dared to let out a contented sigh. "You're really just gonna sit there and watch this?" a familiar voice broke the tranquility. Larry leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossed, his stupidly perfect smirk making an appearance. He looked like he just stepped out of an advert, sweatpants slung low, hoodie slightly unzipped to reveal a fitted black shirt beneath.

He was sitting on a pile of yellow straw, leaning back against a wooden post. Greg was wearing loose, baggy cotton shorts. They were old and thin, almost like boxers. He sat with his legs spread wide, trying to catch a breeze. He didn't realize that the wide leg of his shorts was gaping open. Every time he shifted, his heavy, thick length was visible, hanging carelessly in the shadows of the fabric.