Straight Man Novels & Stories

the old man continued with a challenging smile. ****😔🙄😔***

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.

A scruffy beard covered his chin, but there was something kind of pleasant about his dark eyes. “You’re too young for me, darlin.’ I prefer my women a good twenty years older.” He grunted. “No, I’m asking for your help!” I clarified, smiling sweetly when he leaned down to listen. I went on my tiptoes, shouting over the music. “Do you think you could push these people out of the way for me? I’m not strong enough, and I need to hit Donny with the pain stick before he kills Ray.” The gruff man blinked a few times, scratched his beard, and then shrugged. He slid his meaty arms in between a group of people, forcing them apart with a surprising amount of human strength.

I said with a fake smile on my face and I heard Greka laughing like a hyena. "Why are you so mean to me?" Thomas pouts and he looks ridiculous. "She's mean to everybody, Thomas. So don't act so special," Greka spat with full of irritation in her voice. "I see you've met the dreadful Rain," A familiar voice suddenly said. A man wearing a glasses with broad shoulders and masculine figure suddenly came in and smiles at my direction. "Direk the douche, delighted to see you again!" I fake the one excitement in my voice and Direk just chuckled.

Guston who was among the men turned to look at him and said; " big bro, you should join us. " The man glanced side ways at him. Guston shrank his neck as he was about to tell him it was fine if he didn't want to. But just then the man got up and went close to the table. Those watching were dumbfounded, as Mr Acosta isn't someone who would usually play this kind of games. It seems he's in a good mood today, some thought. Even Guston was astonished to see his big bro participate in this kind of game for the first time in two years.

“I don’t care who you are. I’ve already told you so much. Are you going to buy a woman or not?” That fat man was starting to lose his patience. James suddenly lifted the fat man off the ground and said slowly, “I’m an earthling.” “What?! You’re an earthling?” The fat man was taken aback. Following that, he quickly attempted to strike back at James and thrust his palm forward. James allowed the attack to land on him. However, the fat man’s full-force attack did not even scratch James. “Y-You…” The fat man’s mouth hung open incredulously.

"It's called a cane, an effective instrument for insolent girls." My eyes narrowed with a focused glare trained on him. "So manly of you, hitting a girl... what one-third of your age?" "You are not that young," he accused, sounding offended. A man's ego is always sensitive than his balls. I stepped a little away from the cane's line of firing, offering a broad grin. "I was implying you are old." Instead of being offended this time, he did the unthinkable - Marco smile. And no, not the calculated, forced or unnatural smile, but a broad grinning smile.

People from different parts of the world came to see this place for one reason and one reason alone: to forget their pains and sorrows. Derren raised a large wooden mallet and swung it at the large round surface of one of the many games in the large amusement park they were now in: the Strongman game. The hammer slammed onto the surface, and a metal ball rose up a thin pipe, striking a bell at the top of the strength tester. The game operator stepped forward with a large, stuffed deer and handed it over to Derren. He was a man who looked to be in his 70s. He wore a black hat, a white vest, and white trousers.

he commended as we walked away with our prizes. “ I'm still a lot better than you because I won something bigger,” I just had to rub it in his face. We strolled through the carnival, marveling at the various games and attractions. We stopped at a booth where a strongman was inviting challengers to test their strength by hammering a mallet against a metal plate. “ You're definitely going to outdo everyone here if you join this,” I suggested. “ Just say you have a thing for flexed muscles,” he joked.