Straight Man Novels & Stories

His mouth hadn’t moved the whole time he was ogling me. Looking over his shoulder, I saw a middle-aged man with slightly graying hair smiling at me, his right hand being waved back and forth as he tried to get my attention. I looked at the guy in front of me and I saw that he had relaxed a bit, as if he finally understood something that was very confusing before.

but I won't give in to that because it ended up terribly the first time. "Why would you like a cute skinny man when you could just have a woman? Didn't you say you don't like masculine girls? That is like mixing two tings that can be enjoyed separately? This is the same thing. I don't see the point of a feminine man," Saint makes a face. Like he's disgusted. And he's being so gay, I almost laugh. He seriously only likes masculinity, doesn't he? "What's to like about that?" "Are telling me you wouldn't fuck him?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Why do you describe the case as straightforward?" Joseph asked instead, "Who are you?" He guessed that the man was one of the Zahn family's doctors. He seemed to act just as arrogantly as Jenna. Joseph didn't have a good impression of the doctors from the Zahn family at all. The old man replied, "My identity isn't important. What's important is why you considered the case as simple."

It was a fighter about 40 years old who held a sturdy fighting stance. There were obvious corns on his knuckles while his temples were bulging ever so slightly and his eyes especially lively. It felt as if there were two balls of flames burning in his pupils now, and one could tell that he was a good fighter at one glance. However, Steel Man let out a disdainful chuckle upon seeing him. He shook his head and said, “Not you. You’re too weak.”

“You know what they say, all size, no stamina.” The whole room burst into laughter. Salt guy even coughed up a chuckle through his pain. I didn’t laugh. “Maybe she just got bored of your brooding face. Women like a man who smiles sometimes, not just one who looks like a haunted statue.” Still, I didn’t flinch. Until he said, “Or maybe your dick doesn’t work anymore.” That was it. My chair scraped back hard as I stood. “My dick works just fine,” I said, sharp and clear. “And unless any of you want to see it up close, I suggest you all shut the fuck up.”

"The thing is..." "I have no idea what you are saying." The fat man shook his head back and forth and exhaled slowly. "Neither do I." Sloan chuckled at his fucked-up head and then set the fourth smoothie on the counter. He stared into green eyes. "How about if I say that I want a man with smoking six-pack abs, long hair, and a smile that makes me want to suck him off? How's that?" "You would be…" the stranger paused. "What is the words… into that person?"

THE MAN IN YELLOW

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"