Older Hairy Men Novels & Stories

I joked to myself. "Poios eísai?" Ano raw? Hindi ko maintindihan. An old man suddenly appeared after the men. He wasn't holding any weapon but only his wooden cane. Puti na ang mahaba nitong buhok maging ang kan'yang mahabang balbas ay puti din. Although he has the old feature, hindi pa din nawawala ang kisig ng katawan nito. All of them has the ears of an elf. Marks on their faces and... glaring at me.

Even seated Sethlzaar knew them to be the tallest men in the room and perhaps the biggest. While everyone wore cloths that did a good job of covering them, these men wore scant clothing, baring their chests and arms with the only cloth worn over their torn trousers being a jacket made of what could or could not have been wolf's pelt. And their brown beards, braided at odd angles, outgrew the hair on their head and could have probably swallowed Sethlzaar's fore arm.

I turned slowly, my pulse hammering. Two men stood under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. Both were tall, broad-shouldered, in a way that made my heart drop. The one on the left had greasy, slicked-back hair and a twisted grin that revealed yellowed teeth. His eyes were sharp, predatory, drinking me in like I was already his. The other man was bulkier, his head shaved, a jagged scar cutting through his eyebrow. His arms were covered in ink, the designs crude and dark against his pale skin. They weren’t just looking at me. They were sizing me up.

Therefore, it made him stand out from the crowd. There were three types of older men in the world. The first type were handsome men like Nathan who desperately refused to admit to their age. The second type were real men like the one before her, they had an imposing aura and a mature air around them. And lastly there were scumbags like Kyle who only fed instant noodles to their girlfriends for every meal! Nathan led Hilda over to the older man. The older man glanced at her without saying anything. Even so, his aura pressed down on her so much so that she could barely breathe.

The Appearance of the Sun of Ages An elderly man in his late seventies, tall despite his gaunt frame. His skin is a deep, sun-burnt bronze, and his amber eyes gleam with a hidden fire, as if a tiny sun burns within each pupil. Long white hair falls over his shoulders, tinged with golden strands that catch candlelight like sparks from another world. His thick beard conceals a faint, unreadable smile.

The bulge suggested that he was well-hung. Third was an olive-skinned man of average height, dark hair with a matching goatee. He had a good build, you might call it a swimmer's body, with a hairy chest, arms and legs. Not as hairy as Wilson, but hairier than most men Tim had seen. Next was a short Latino man, well-built, with short hair and a bushy moustache, modestly hairy body, and a huge bulge in his jockstrap. Finally, there was another well-built white guy, taller than the other four, buzz cut, stubbly face, average body hair.

The two of them widened their eyes and looked around to see any route we could pass but we had no choice leaving the chance to wait for them to stop the commotion so that we could pass them. The women split in half spatting out three men. On the left side is a tall man with pointed nose, white skin,and slightly curly hair. In the middle is a confident and tall man with muscular body, pointed nose, styled hair and beautiful adams apple shape. I shifted my eyes to the last man which made me regret it in a second. I roll my eyes at him and he smirked. I gulped because he saw what I did. I looked at him again just like what I did yesterday. From afar I notice his sharp features, messy hair that

Carly followed the direction of the voice to see who decided to end the music. It was Alpha Hulbert. “Monster….” Alexis sneered inside her head. Two hunky men came in. They were seven feet tall and had a thick build with scars on their faces to show that they were used to wrestling. They both faced the throne and bowed to Derek, who replied to them with a nod. They had different colours of tunic to differentiate their clans. The bigger one was on a red tunic cloth that covered only his groin area. “Alpha Hulbert wears the same colour, they must be from the same clan.” Carly made a mental note to learn about different clans later at night.

He would definitely be in his sixties, with bald head and a round potbelly for him to have such a title and to have a butler as reliable as Thomas. I had never seen a picture of this Overlord, people claim he liked being mysterious and quiet. He never really appeared in functions and when he did, the press rarely caught his picture. I heard the Overlord lived a solitary life like a monk, because he hadn't met his mate. Rumors also had it that he claimed to be waiting for the one true mate instead of sampling the field like other alphas. Some claimed that he gave his virility and drive to become the Overlord. While others claimed that he was too old to get it up. But no one knew exactly what

His short black hair and sharp features rendered him flawless. Then the one to the right unsettled me most. Those narrowing eyes of his lunged for my soul. Seemingly the oldest, he watched me with a different kind of interest. Taller than the other two, his hair was dark silver and he was built more like a man who had seen many battles. Narrow waist, tight yet full pecs with evident nipples. His milky skin left him alluring, with his cock rather long and resting along the couch, settled to the left so his balls could breathe.