Larry Shorts Novels & Stories

And by the way, those slutty shorts are still somewhere in his house, "They’re fine Andy, it's springtime. Besides, Edison is an omega too and won't be creepy.” "Okay," I agree and run to take a shower and get ready before putting on those shorts that fit mid-thigh and hug my little butt so well that it even looks like there's actually something there. And just so I don't look ridiculous and like I'm somewhere tropical, I put on a light blue long-sleeved shirt. And just as I finish, Alessandro texts me that he's outside the house, which makes me squeal with excitement.

Finn pulled off the beekeeping suit entirely, kicking it aside on the grass. He stood in the dappled shade of the oak tree wearing nothing but his damp white t-shirt and his cutoff denim shorts. His legs were lean and tattooed, colorful ink spiraling down from his thighs to his calves. His skin was flushed and glistening with sweat.

Larry said, striding into his room, he seemed to be in better spirits. "You've got your check-up ….. Whoa, bro! How are you completely healed!" He shouted, running his hand through his head. Andrew shrugged, He wasn't planning to tell anyone about Selene's visit. "Dude! There are no scars!" Larry exclaimed, pulling off Andrew's covers and pointing at his chest. "WTF!! Bro! Are you now into voodoo or something?" Larry asked, Andrew gave him a 'Do not be ridiculous look.' and threw his legs down from the bed.

She didn't want to go to the city because she didn't want to cross paths with Oliver's father. "That's fine. I understand, and I wouldn't ask you to leave your son for me. Oliver, how are you feeling now?" Larry asked, as he approached Oliver. Oliver managed to greet Larry, "Morning, Uncle. I'm fine." "That's good. You should be a good boy and not trouble your mother, okay?" Larry said, as he stood beside Oliver, who was wearing black shorts and a red shirt with a comic superhero image on the front. Oliver also wore black slippers.

If only I didn’t have to look over my shoulder every second, waiting for the next betrayal to hit. Footsteps sounded behind me, soft but steady. Speak of the devil. I turned around slowly, already knowing who it was. Larry stood in the doorway, shirtless, a towel thrown over his shoulder. His hair was damp...he’d just showered but his eyes, those unreadable eyes, were already locked onto mine. "You're back late," he said casually, but I knew him well enough to hear the undertone. "I needed air," I replied, turning back to the fridge. "Don’t worry, I wasn’t out making more trouble for you."

I could feel how hard his dick was though his shorts. "Second base," he whispered. We both chuckled quietly. "These shorts are uncomfortable," he whispered. "I'm gonna take mine off." He slid the shorts down and dropped them over the side of the bed. I untied mine and did the same. Gordie was wearing dark blue plaid boxer shorts. I had on a pair of black briefs. My little dick created a bulge pointing up towards my belly button. "Can I see it, Gordie?" I whispered.

Lara replied from her closet. He was about to ask further when she got out of the closet. “Check this one?” She said. Lara was dressed in a pair of tiny cut-off jean shorts and a thin white T-shirt with Popey flexing his muscle in the front. He could just about make out the fact that she was not wearing any beneath the shirt. With that, though, Jacob could not help but feel his throat dry. The image of her just wearing a white towel was clear in his mind.

Being a complete tit man he briefly gazed at her dark haired pussy, long legs and flat stomach before his hungry stare once again settled on her ample bosom. “Thank you,” replied Jill with a blush, his compliment making her feel uneasy. “My turn now I guess,” Larry said with a grin. He immediately shrugged off his already unbuttoned shirt and tossed it on the edge of the bed. He was very pale and slightly over weight, not exactly the outdoorsy sporty type, although when it came to men Jill didn’t have any type. Larry unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. He wore a pair of very unflattering white y-fronts, slightly stained with a few holes in them and a small wet patch over his crotch.

But I wouldn't find out. In the mirror we watched Larry slide his hand up and down his boner a couple of times and then moved in behind us. I was a little surprised that he didn't pull off his pants and shorts, but still had his stiff cock and bunched balls hanging out over the top of the stretched waistband of his jockeys. Maybe he shared a bit of exhibitionism with Sophia and he was pretending that he was about to fuck his partner on stage, as well.

“I’m so freaking hungry and thirsty.” Lance jumped out of bed subsequently pulling his pair of jeans down without any reservations leaving nothing but his underwear. I’m pretty sure he’s aware that I’m looking at him and he was just purposely blessing me with a clear shot look of his fine peaches and they were even better to look at with just a piece of thin white fabric covering them. The muscles on his back were so toned as compared to mine and to be fair, I’m a little bit jealous of that. I watched him from the bed as he pulled his underwear down without hesitations giving me a perfect view of those fine peaches which are actually plumper than mine. I should’ve already tasted those last n