Overly Manly Man Novels & Stories

“U-Um, e-excuse me, do I know you?” I felt overwhelmingly nervous from being approached by that flashy old man, but to my surprise, he smiled mysteriously at me and moved a little closer to me on that counter, “I can buy the most expensive drinks for you…or anything you name, I can give it to you, pretty boy.” Pretty boy? His absurd compliment made me a little irked as I wondered if he had a poor vision to label someone big and masculine like me as a ‘pretty’ boy! I know I might not have a massive build like Zeus…but I am still very manly myself!

With one hit on his neck, the fool passed out cold. Coward. “You!” I barked, pointing at the man that stood beside the one I’d dragged out. “What’s with him?” I asked, disgusted at how he was whimpering. I don’t recruit cowards, how the hell did he make it here? The man fell to his knees, his head bowed as he spoke. “He’s my younger brother, Overlord. And despite how he looks or acts, he’s strong. He just….” His voice trailed.

“When a man is obsessed with a woman, he can’t think straight. It’s the only situation where he can be manipulated or misled. Get him wrapped around your finger and deep in your pussy, and you can get whatever you want.” I didn’t appreciate the crass way he spoke to me, but I liked his candor. He didn’t seem like the kind of man who could speak any other way. Brutal honesty was the only way of life he knew about. “I’m an experienced woman, but if Cato is obsessed with threeways, I don’t think there’s anything special I can offer him.” Even in lingerie with a kinky trick up my sleeve, there was nothing that could surprise him.

“Excuse me!” The flamboyant man took a long, hard, unusual gaze at me before turning and walking away. He didn’t apologize, nor did he give me a look of sincerity for the shoulder abuse I just received. What I got was a look of confusion, defeat, hatred, and almost admiration. This was exactly why over-the-top queens weren’t my favorite. They always seemed to go overboard with things and get mad when you looked better than them naturally. They’re always the ones being loud in public and try to be more feminine than actual women. Dressing thoughtlessly in latex pants that were too small when he bought them and decided to wear them again four washes after. The ones being in the mix of the dram

Alan glared at his sister and inquired further in a displeased tone, “You should use me as a standard when it comes to choosing a boyfriend. Look at my abs. A man with abs is a strong man. Forget about pretty boys who can’t take a beating.” Elaine stuck out her tongue and said, “My crush has much nicer abs than you. Moreover, he’s stronger than you and is super manly. One glance at him and I was lovestruck. He’s so, so manly, domineering, and tough!” Alan’s interest was piqued. “How is that possible? What sort of man is he? Show me! I refuse to believe there’s a man in Windton who has nicer abs than me. Show me!”

I was going to go against the most toughest of them all. Nickname, Alkaline. This was bad news, this man was taller, heavier, and this was prolly not his first time. I should decline, forget about this woman, and run back home. I had pressing issues to be worried about. But no, my heart was taken by her, all I wanted was for her to be mine. "You should quit, you're allowed to" the macho man came over to me with a smirk.

Her annoyance bubbled over in her voice, “This is ridiculous! I’ve earned it. You can’t just—” “I can and I have,” he interrupted, as he kept his eyes locked with mine, “You took too damn long, and I need someone with the bigger balls than you to get shit done.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Actually, Mr. Costello, the term you're looking for is ‘more ovaries.’ Linking courage to manliness is outdated and sexist. Women are far more resilient than you give us credit for,” I shot back. He raised an eyebrow, a begrudging smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Something about him felt familiar, yet I couldn’t place his face. His red-and-black plaid shirt clung loosely to his trim but muscular frame with one button casually left undone. It was a look that shouldn’t be so effortlessly alluring, yet it was. I wanted to kick myself at even thinking of another man as alluring. The rolled-up sleeves reveal his strong forearms, tanned and rough, a subtle testament to hands that were no strangers to hard work. The contrast was undeniably magnetic—this unpolished, rough-around-the-edges charm paired with the steady gaze of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

His unbuttoned shirt revealed his well defined abs, his perfectly proportioned muscles and his veins popping out close to his groin. He's the perfect definition of manliness in every aspect... I literally found myself swallowing. Jeez! I don't know him but for the first time in a long while, a male is having such effect on me. Sky was so lost in her ogling trance while she clinged unto my bicep. Jeez! This is so not me. This is Sky's thing! I was screaming at myself mentally to get a grip. The dude walked past, not sparing us a glance and at that moment, I felt incredibly stupid.

I could not really find my enemy in all this thinking, even myself I was becoming my own enemy. Thoughts were just exchanging in my head, I really felt the need for medical attention before I lost my mind. It seemed to me that I was over thinking , I gave my mind to other fresh thoughts of what really is being a man. In my reasoning I found out that it is all centered on an achievement that a man can achieve and can have. Fathers are born out of a male that has chose to be a man.