Older Hairy Men Novels & Stories

However, Kolan and Oakley stood guarding the vicinity, stopping them from taking another step closer. Eldrick observed the man as soon as he entered in and he narrowed his eyes slightly. The man was the oldest in the group of men he wanted to interrogate. He had pitch-black hair with obvious strands of white hair. The man was short and if Eldrick were to be standing, then he would barely reach his shoulder.

Women that fight back are more fun. “Which interesting character dares to hit one of my men on my own turf…?” At that moment, a few men rushed in with the echoes of their loud cries. The man in front was bald with a body full of tattoos, along with a big gold chain around his neck. “Boss Hart...”

For the first time in my life, I wanted to do something for Subham and his father. "How did this happen?" Govind asked me. Govind was the oldest guy in our group. He was ten years older than me and was going through the same problem as me - Lack of Women. I didn't know why but his hair had already started becoming white. He had brown skin, a moustache, brown eyes and a well-toned body. He worked as a daily wage worker which explained his toned muscles. A distinct feature in him was his deep voice. He had a height of over five feet and six inches. He wore a white sleeveless banyan like something and old looking gray pants.

Two of the men were as burly as Owen, however, Owen would tower over them a few inches. The third man was tall and skinny, sickeningly skinny and every exposed expanse of skin on his body was covered in tattoos, including his face. Piercings marred both his eyebrows, the corner of his lip and his ears, and he had a large nose ring dangling from his nose, which gave him the appearance of a bull. The fourth man, however, seemed to be the only slightly normal looking one, with a dirty green beard the length of his chest and a beer belly straining the black shirt he wore beneath a common leather jacket they all shared.

She truly was a spectacular beauty. Next to these charming fellows were three older men. One of these men was tall with a well-built figure. Even in the cold weather, he only wore a tank top which exposed his powerful arms that were filled with great strength. He had gorgeous black hair which complemented his dark complexion wonderfully. He was a handsome middle aged man with an aura that filled many with calm. The other two weren’t as eye-catching, for one was an old man hunched over on a wooden stick and the other a large potbellied man with a sly look on his face.

– The man was sitting cross legged in front of him, with his red eyes and his white hair, with the appearance of a 60 year old man, even though he was over 2 thousand years old, he was muscular, he had a good physical conditioning. Joseph was the wet dream of every fiery gay man and woman, a crown of smooth, well-kept skin, no signs of age, just white hair, he was muscular, strong and defined, his muscles were defined and not hidden in the slightest. over the clothes, a man with white fur on his arms and chest, a real polar bear, an albino with red eyes.

Before we could even look around, hands were on us. Four men—big, rough, no nonsense. One had a shaved head and a scar across his cheek. Another was covered in thick, dark tattoos that crawled up his neck. The third was lean but corded with muscle, cock already leaking. The fourth was the biggest—easily six-five, arms like tree trunks, cock so thick it looked painful even soft. They didn’t speak. They just moved.

He grinned and held her in his strong arms then released her after sometime. She moved back and stared at the four strong tall men that will intimidate any crowd of goons or henchmen while the sight will make every girl's knees weak, checking their makeups in mirror all the while hoping one of them approach her and just ask her for directions. They are just too good to stay together with that dark golden rich skin of theirs that is always glistening with melanin. They have that trait in their family, oily skin runs in the blood and so does her husband's family.

They stood gaping at the strange device and stepped back in alarm as the cage occupant rose up from its interior. A creature gazed down at them, he was the tallest man they had ever seen. Taller even than Obiora and broader than Bature, dark cocoa skinned, cruel grey hawk like eyes on a face too hard to be called handsome, his long hair was braided up in corn rolls style and decorated with cowries. He had nothing on except a red hand loomed fabric kilt to cover his unclothedness from waist to his knees and held together by a snake skin belt.

"Did she really just barge in here and literally been ogling at us, or is it just my imagination?" "Nah, I think she's really doing that. And here I was, thinking I've seen it all," The one seated replied with a bit of irritation, blowing out a ring of smoke from his nose and mouth. Another deep sensational voice. Husky too. Who are these guys? Not guys, exactly. MEN. Full-grown ass men. Far from my league. I've never found older men to be sexy, but right now, I couldn't help the dirty thoughts garnering in my mind.