Overly Manly Man Novels & Stories

Pаrt оf mе ріtіеѕ all the mасhо guуѕ оut thеrе thаt dоn’t have thе сарасіtу or opportunity tо open up. Yes, I’m a mаn. I’vе a сосk аnd tattoos. I lіkе tо сuѕѕ аnd lіft wеіghtѕ. I’m ѕtubbоrn аnd wіllful and jealous sometimes, but I’m still human.

Annoyed, I pull back and walk outside where a couple of my own kind are waiting. "The clan has heard of Your little indiscretion. You know it is very unwise you get in the news". One of them starts. A man so big and brawny that he hardly needs the extra strength we possess. Give him a pair of sunglasses and he would be a dead ringer for Johnny Bravo. "Why can't you just stick to the laws ? We are not lacking food". The other says in a bit more accommodating tone. She has to be the brain behind the big guy's muscles, because she definitely isn't a beauty.

Still, it didn't help the way I was feeling about things. “Mom, you know how that works, right?” I said. “What do you mean?” Mom asked. “Those are the three attributes that men can have,” I explained. “There's nice men, wealthy men, and handsome men. The only catch is, no man can be all three. The most you can get is two of those attributes.” Mom chuckled. “So, if he's nice and he's wealthy, then he won't be handsome?” “That's right,” I said. “And if he's nice and handsome, then you know he'll be broke.”

Trevor's eyes scan Manny's face, thinking to himself how rude he is. “I'm not trying to say anything, Trevor. I simply asked you a question," Manny holds his knife and fork, then cuts a piece of the steak. He takes a bite and hums. “Mr. Brown, this is delicious." Manny is working his hardest not to get into an argument with Trevor. “Thanks, Manny, and for the last time, it's Adrian." It still upset Trevor, he considers he has to defend his masculinity. “So what if I wax my eyebrows, chest, and legs — it doesn't mean I'm less than a man than you," Trevor sucks his teeth.

The handsome man walked up to me, he covered my mouth with his cold finger when it touched my lips, his cold and firm eyes made me cover my mouth and swallow my saliva roughly. "I don't like noise." I nodded quickly, now his finger had moved away from my lips and made me breathe a little but still the strong aura that came out of him was so strong that I felt a cold sensation in itself. I saw him walk to his bench and sit there crossing his legs. He kept watching me with his cold eyes.I kept getting attention from him, making my body tremble and nervous. I put my hand in my jacket pocket looking for the key location of my favorite werewolf doll. I saw him holding my favorite key.

But one wasn’t enough. The hunger clawed deeper now, roused and ravenous, demanding more, demanding everything. The second was a man—cocky, loud, the kind who thought his swagger made him untouchable, the kind who pushed through crowds with elbows sharp, who whistled at women who didn’t want him, who laughed too loud at his own jokes.

The man's like a cartoon sometimes, overly animated, exuberant to the point of absurdity. That's a mask. The real Orin was the man I saw moments ago in the hallway. The clever crime lord. The dangerous fucker. I can't let his little happy-go-lucky bullshit act distract me from what he is. A killer.

“At least not cis men like you four. And your friends have almost no hope of getting a woman for themselves…except maybe Don.” “And why is that?” Jake asked. “FYI, woman nowadays don’t like a man who smells like a smokestack,” Alexis explained. “They also don’t like men who drink to excess. That’s you Mister Peppermint. The aftershave does not hide it. One the other hand as far as masculine scents go a lot of woman like Old Spice…so there you go.” The four men shared sheepish glances while Tracy snickered at her niece’s candor. Alexis had always been blunt when delivering facts which was often off-putting for those not prepared for it.

It was likely he'd trust me enough to hand it over and I could easily outrun the wall of muscles after he'd exhausted all his bullets. The probability for that to happen was next to zero, but I had to take my chances. "By 'live at large', did you mean your Almighty fucks everything wearing a skirt that crosses his path?" I questioned blandly and crossed my arms underneath my breasts in anticipation for a reply. He answered in a manner of raising his perfectly shaped brows. " The Almighty has always been a womaniser, " he conceded after a while." It is what makes him the Al–" "Bull to the effing crap! A man's potency should not be validated by the number of women he's able to bed."

"What's wrong? Does it shatter your fantasy?" "Men who don't smoke will look unmanly,but if a man smokes too much, it can be annoying to people. Therefore, a man should smoke just right. And he smells good. I could smell a light shower gel fragrance and a light smoke smell on him, which was charming. I just took the opportunity to smell twice more, and it was so rare to have such an opportunity. I hate men who wear too much perfume and smoke too much..." Sherman was speechless.