Normal Guy Novels & Stories

My name is Amias. I am a pretty average guy. I have an average job with an average salary. An average home, and an average social life. I'm pretty tall, but not much more than average. A full adult life of being a contractor has left me with a muscled upper body and arms, but I admit I have a beer gut and a small spare tire to match. Not good-looking but not a troll either. Really just your average middle-aged guy. Up until 4 years ago, I would have said I had an average sex life. A few serious relationships but never married. A few one-night hook-ups but definitely not a male whore. I don't have any strange fetishes, or out of the norm attractions. My past has been all 1 man, 1 woman encoun

This man was obviously not an ordinary person. "Oh God... he's so handsome!”

"Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that." My shirt was torn to shreds. It made me look like some kind of homeless person, so I just took it off. I stood there shirtless. Finally, no one doubted my gender anymore. Dr. Stevens screamed in despair. "Why would a man grow his hair this long? Are you a pervert? Why did you use a pad? You freak! You tricked me!" I spread my hands. "I already told you my hemorrhoids ruptured. If I showed up at the hospital bleeding everywhere, that'd be terrifying. Putting on a pad is better for everyone, right?"

I was cherishing my moment alone when someone approached me. "Hi! We meet again" I raised an eyebrow. My day couldn't get any worse! This guy! I really want to slap him right now but I don't want to lose my poise. I just clenched my fist and looked at the dancefloor. The show is about to start! I saw Mich and the man heading to the bathroom. "Hey what's your name?" I'm still ignoring him. Is this really an elite bar of Hathaway? Letting someone like him in?

"A guy and a girl fucking, just about done. Wait… I mean a ladyboy. Everything looks normal Madam." "Well yes, but look closely. You don't seen it?" He crouched further down and furrowed his eyebrows. His viewpoint was now a few inches from the screen. He saw John's taut expression. However, being constantly hit in the head by professional fighters for many years made him unaware of a lot of things, like the impoliteness of breaking wind in public and the complexity of body language. "What am I supposed to see, Madam?" "This guy mainly. He doesn't look like he's from around here. He looks very different from our usual clients."

He is wearing a plain green t-shirt, and a leather jacket on top, with simple black jeans, looking like the most average man out there! I am so used to seeing men in fancy suits and designer clothes, wearing the most expensive perfumes, that I actually hate myself for getting tangled with someone like him! With that strong jaw and deep set eyes… with those high cheekbones and an athlete like body… OH! Fuckign hell! What did I get myself into?! “Do you often walk into people, just like this?” he asks, his voice low, and despite the fact he is not trying, to me, he seems more alluring right now than he was last night.

He looked back at the cards he was holding and tried to find a way to feign indifference to what he was seeing. And that was he had zero winning cards. William had no idea how that was possible. "More whisky, then?" A slow smile spread on the nobleman's handsome face. This person was enough of a distraction as it was, he didn't need to try and talk to William right now. His bright red hair made his cold blue eyes even more outstanding and attractive. And intimidating at the same time. William was painfully aware he was being observed and that alone was enough to make him feel nervous.

Glimpses of the side characters of His mania ----------------- Hey everyone, hope you remember Trevor our dear third in command of our dominant hero AIDEN, so let's see what he thinks about the situation. TREVOR POV… I am Trevor, with no surname, I don't even know who is my sperm donner and my infant body carrier. I was a dirt for them, who left me on the street. But today I am not a nobody I am Trevor, who has everything a man could ever desire, women who throw themselves on me, money, cars, everything, still I feel incomplete.

This man was anything but ordinary. He should have a distinguished status.

“Les, I don't think you can ever be a normal guy.” A little bit of sadness tightened its grip on my heart. Uncle Sam's opinions have always meant a lot to me, so for him to say this, then.I must be truly fucked up. “Can I at least be a semi-normal guy?” “You can try.” “Then sign me up.” “You can't be one leg in, one leg out. Once you're in, you're all the way in.” “Deal.” “Alright. I'll put your name in but you gotta start training again. Your opponents this time won't be as easy to break.”