Larry Shorts Novels & Stories

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.

Lily's POV I hugged myself tight to shield my exposed body. I could feel air everywhere, and I meant everywhere. Kerry had forced me into a frilly aquamarine swimsuit. It had long tassels on the bra cups and on the panty edges. “You gotta stay still darling, I'm never going to finish your look if you keep moving.” Said Lala. She was one of the only girls who didn't look at her like she'd stolen their man. She was a waitress. She wore red booty shorts and a white cropped shirt with red heels.

His cropped hair showed off sharp, striking features, and his eyes carried a wild, icy edge. He lit a cigarette with lazy precision. A few butts were already scattered by his shoes. He’d clearly been there a while. In one hand, his phone camera was still rolling, aimed at the two of them. He lifted his gaze only slightly when he felt their stares, eyes cool and detached. “Who the hell are you!” Larry nearly fell off the bed in panic, scrambling to pull his pants on. Shawn flicked his ash, finally raising his head fully. His eyes locked on Larry’s face, and a cold laugh slipped from his lips. “What? You don’t remember me?”

"You're cool. This is fun." "Yeah, really. They don't go out of town often, but when they do, I come over and swim, usually naked because I know that would piss Dorthy off." Lance laughed again, "Yeah, truly. She's a bit uptight." I shoved my shorts off, aware that my cock was now fully erect, and tossed them on the pool deck. "Hope you don't mind. It's just us." Lance knew what was going on. He could leave any time. He reached down into the water and came up with his soaked shorts and white cotton briefs, flinging them up on the concrete.

Dressed in golf shorts and a white t-shirt with grass marks on it and a baseball cap he looked like he had just walked off the green lawn rather than from an airplane. “Hi,” Rachel said, all her planned courage suddenly leaving her. She wasn’t wearing the pantyhose and he noticed at once. She was wearing a cream-colored sun dress with crossed straps at the back. “Nate Madden, nice to meet you again,” Larry gushed getting up from the chair to shake his hand. She didn’t know what to expect but he took Larry’s hand yet she could tell he was mad. “Larry Hernandez,” Larry said. “We met before.”

The door had been left ajar, likely to air it out after a deep cleaning. He closed the door behind us, leaning against it as though to prevent me from trying to escape. I looked him up and down, my eyes suddenly glued to his legs, which were practically bare save for a pair of shorts that hung mid-thigh. His shorts were a soft blue and looked shockingly familiar. "Aaron," I said slowly, "why the HELL are you wearing my shorts?" "Oh, these?" he said, totally unperturbed. "I needed a pair for basketball this morning."

A guy dressed in baggy jeans and a leather jacket taunted Larry and the rest bursts into fits of laughter and they all left, leaving Larry all alone. Dhar who laid on the rock inside the cave had already gotten up and was standing just at the mouth of the cave watching all the college students from where he stood. Larry felt a little sad, he thought being bullied was only until high school, he didn't know he would still be bullied by his college friends. Larry was a tall lanky guy who wears baggy clothes all the time and also wears a glass making him appear like a nerd. His fist hardened as he watched them all walk away still laughing at him, and then he decides to walk into the cave and pro

Dean licked his lips and I could see his hand palming his rapidly rising boner. "Those are real boobs?" Another guy, Larry or something, muttered, eyeing my tits like they were candy. "How about you win the next round, and you can find out?" I teased, winking at him. He flushed, but the guy looked so determined that he won the next round. I sat on my chair, tits exposed, dressed in my skirt only as Larry walked over. He grabbed my tits without hesitation, squeezing them while staring in awe. "Easy on the tits, mister," I teased, trying to hide how turned-on I was by all of this. Larry's cock pushed against his slacks and when I blew a bit of air over it, he got embarrassed and quickly reache

"Don't rush things. I'll feed you properly now." But he fumbled with his pants for the longest time and still couldn't get them open, so I crouched down and used both hands to help. The bulge in his pants kept rubbing against my breasts, feeling bigger every second. Growing impatient, Larry yanked his pants open in one pull, and the zipper snapped. His pants slid down, and his underwear did nothing to hide how big he was. Larry tugged his underwear down, clearly wanting to show off. His size stunned me. Jack couldn't compete with that at all.