Sexy Guy Novels & Stories

Lucas didn't expect this shy girl to be so wild when she was horny. So Lucas chose to take things slow. Squeezing Luna's boobs again, the difference is that now he really enjoys her elasticity of the boobs while his eyes don't blink. Luna Lee's boobs may not look as big as adult film actresses, but as soon as Lucas tried to touch it with his palms, it was so full that it barely fit in Lucas's grip. "Your boobs are beautiful, Baby," Lucas praised, "and quite big," he said, squeezing gently. “Baby,” Luna Lee groaned, tilting her head, “a bit loud…”

I want to expand my business and make it renowned globally. **************************************** After a week when I returned in the morning.I took a nap on my jet so I decided to hit the gym today.I workout almost everyday.As soon as I entered the gym I saw a beautiful woman.She had a curvaceous figure and tight ass..Shit!I'm really a manwhore.I started running on the treadmill.She turned towards me and said Hello in her magical voice.God she is really pretty..soft blonde hair in a ponytail,stormy grey eyes and those lush pink lips,I wanted to kiss those lips so badly.What is happening to me?She had an aristocratic nose and creamy white skin,and perky breasts..Fuck, kill me now.Suddenly

Until I got one hot email. The message was from a guy named Thick. As he described himself, he was: 36 and 6'1 225, with an 8" THICK black cock. And it was beautiful, just the biggest thick piece of meat I'd ever seen. I knew from the moment I saw that monster I had to have it in my mouth. His message described how he liked my tight ass, and desire for young white boys to hook up with. There was a certain turn-on with the way spoke, or wrote with a commanding tone. He was dominant and I wanted to submit.

Hungry. A broad-shouldered guy with a dark beard and a chest covered in coarse black hair stepped forward first. His dick was obscene—uncut, veiny, already glistening at the tip. He looked straight at Caleb. “You,” he rumbled. “I want to watch your boyfriend take it while I wreck you.” Caleb’s cock jumped against his stomach. I swallowed. My own dick was so hard it hurt. Before I could overthink it, a lean, tattooed guy with silver rings through both nipples walked up to me. His eyes were dark, pupils blown. He smelled like clean sweat and expensive cologne.

“I finished dressing—- dark-mood brown golf shirt, black formal trousers, skinny shoes and leather belt that hug my strong waist. I walked out of the hotel room, Diego was waiting. Sharp in a dark blue suit. I want to see Sean McGrath play Diego couldn't get VIP tickets—- they were sold out. But he pulled strings. Money talks. Minutes passed. I watched him play. “I love the way he's lean, tall body moves —- fit agile. Makes my cock twitch each other. He shouldn't move like that. Some of us are gay. And he's fine. In his final round he commanded his caddie with a cold stare. No smile, I like that. Dominant. After winning, he head to the clubhouse Women swarm him. He's the definition of prey.

“—fucking obvious, man. I’m telling you.” “No way. How?” “Look at the guy! The face, the attitude, the whole vibe. That’s not the face of a choirboy. That’s the face of a guy who’s been getting away with shit since he was in diapers. Textbook fuckboy.” “Okay, yeah, when you put it like that…” “And now this? Please. Zero surprise. Absolute zero.” “He must have a string of hookups a mile long. Bet he doesn’t even remember half their names.”

Who the hell does this sick fuck think he is? I reached out and grabbed his arm, yanking him back. “Excuse me? Your sick ass couldn’t even say sorry?” The man turned around slowly. And fucking Christ… Aside from my handsome Ryder, this guy was another definition of beauty. Tall, ridiculously good-looking in that polished, rich-boy way — sharp jawline, expensive watch, designer clothes that screamed money. If Ryder was a demigod, this man was a semi-demigod. But something about his face… there was a slight resemblance that made my brain itch.

EX’S DAD FUCKS ME TO MAKE ME GET OVER HIS DAUGHTER 1 I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d let another man fuck me. Never. Not even in my dreams. I’m Cassian, twenty-three, straight as an arrow, always been into girls, always been the one chasing pussy. But heartbre1ak makes you do crazy shit.

"I can hardly wait for the fun you will provide me." ANDREIA "It is time to close." The dry voice made me squeeze my shot glass of tequila briefly. If I were in my best shape, and my vision wasn't doubled, I am sure the glass would have broken. I looked at the guy: a short young man in a dress shirt and jeans. His hair was black, perfectly slicked back with a lot of gel, his eyes were a dull blue, and he had a small nose. The guy was too pale; not in a handsome way, but sickly. If I liked his type, this guy would be in the cute category, but not fuckable.

A guy who should have been busy with some religious events was trying to get a girl at this age. He intermingled his fingers and crossed them above his crossed legs. "Don't try to act coy. I know what girl wants. You don't need to act like you don't need money. Trust me I will fulfill all your wishes," he said. I laughed like a mad person sarcastically. Like this man is serious? "Do you think everyone needs your fucking money? Trust me you are doing really wrong this time? You are going to regret this Dario Damelo. I am not the same Gabriella that you had killed a year ago," I said.