Straight Man Novels & Stories

I The old man stood near the willow tree. He stood there, alone, forgotten. He was more than helpless; he was stronger than most men of his age. His face was stern. His nose was a bit bigger, crooked near the tip. His jaw was strong, almost anvil-like. His hair went in waves down his back.

Michael threw up his hands. “You are so—! I don’t even—! Oh my God, just leave him alone!” The man grinned. “Listen to your friend, tough guy. He clearly doesn’t give a damn.” I turned back to him, slow and deliberate. “You’re really eager to die, aren’t you?” The man didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed amused. And then, the idiot did something truly stupid. He laughed. “Oh man,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re one of those guys, huh? The dramatic, mysterious tough guy type.”

with me. this strange man was really getting on my nerves and i didn’t know what to do about it. he truly believed i was something i wasn’t. “no, sir you must be the stupid one, because i don’t know how many times i have to tell you in order for it to get through that skull of yours, i’m not what you’re looking for i’m ordinary and human. there’s nothing special about me...it’s a waste of your time and funding. i’m not some creature found in children’s nightmares.”

S country president panted, slamming his fist on the table. Aaron looked at him peculiarly. “yet you want to become a beast. Very peculiar… very very strange. I don’t know if you have a brain or if you sold that too for money,” He watched as the man’s face turn red as a cherry. He looked like a constipated person who was trying to push out a big poo. Aaron laughed out loud. “Someone get him a constipation tablet. He looks like he might have a lot of trouble pooing,” “you bastard!!!” the man rushed to him and threw a fist.

Their immoral banter was cut short by a masculine voice coming from the right staircase. They both looked up to see a bald, muscular man coming down the stairs. He had small eyes, a tiny pointed nose, adorable pink lips, and a perfect, model-like jawline. He also wore a shirt that exposed his biceps and an expensive pair of trousers, clearly indicating that he was no average person. "Asmo, the devil in the flesh!" the man screamed as he spotted Asmodeus. "Johnny Saint, the living legend of our time," Asmo replied. They walked toward each other, sharing a brotherly hug and a classic handshake.

He kept a straight face and looked as if everyone owed him money. The strong man picked up a pair of unused cutlery from the tray and walked over to the table where Alex was sitting. He then slammed the cutlery in his right hand on the table, ignored the others, and looked squarely at Alex. His voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "It won’t be a problem to join you right?" Alex responded unrestrainedly, "I do have a problem. Who are you?"

Now we definitely looked at him, like ‘He is crazy! What the hell are they even talking? “Guys, stop those stupid thoughts. Can’t you see Mr.Stone is the groom in the first place?” Rashi said rolling her eyes. “Really?” Rani asked. And remaining looked at me for my reply. I nodded and went near him, and he immediately smiled at me with adore. “Oh my God! He is not Mr.Stone. Mr.Stone never smiles at all, and here he is smiling and looking at you like you are an angel.” Rani whispered to us.

"All these okada men will just be doing anyhow. When you need them, they will be shunning you. When you don't need them, they'll be calling you like as if no o, they will carry you for free." I chuckled and sh sent me a glare which nade me laugh. "God, you're facial expressions are so comical." I said, between laughs. She tried glaring at me again but broke into a shy smile. "Lemme joor." I chuckled and waved down an oncoming bike. The bike man stopped, he was a thin dark man with a bushy black beard and equalky bushy hair. He wore a thick cheap black parka despite the heat, a pair of brown trousers and a pair of green flipflops.

The man would move slowly to the next. I smiled to myself. Something about this old lanky man reminded me of a character in a popular animated cartoon but I couldn't quite remember. The voice in my head sounded smarter than me so I tried asking him. Just as he was about to tell me, the old man stood in front of me stretching the bowl. “Who the fuck are you supposed to be?” I was mad he had distracted me from remembering the character he looked like. He laughed at my question exposing old rotten teeth.

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.