Tiny Rick Novels & Stories

I could keep myself safe, but what would I say to Rick if something happened to his son? Tommy was a great guy. He was almost seven feet tall, his dirty blond hair always disheveled, his brown eyes ever cheerful, his smile wide. And he was always ready to come to anybody’s aid. We fought and made peace, trained and ran away to the mountains... So many adventures, so much fun, so much laughter.

"did you miss me that much? that you couldn't stop thinking about me? his masculine voice sending butterflies to my belly. “Who are you?” Curiosity was getting the better part of me. How the fuck is he Soo good at this that has me yearning for more. “You finally asked, it's Rick…my name is Rick”he mouthed as he. Slide two hands inside me. Damn. I mouthed. This would be one hell of a night. “I don't like this Rick, I hate it" “You yearn for me badly”he said,my eyes rolled to the back.

Moving slowly, I parted my legs so that Greg got the hint to back away. “How could I say no to that?” he teased, walking to me. Pulling me closer to the edge of the desk, his hands were demanding and rough on me. I loved it, I needed more. “You’re gorgeous,” Rick said, the words rolled over his tongue like water on my hot skin. I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I couldn’t see much laying down, so I sat up to get a good look at him. His cock was large, thick, I’m not sure how I would have gotten it into my mouth if I tried- but god I would have tried. Rick stepped forward, his fingers strayed between my legs and rubbed against my clit teasingly.

The intensity was too much, and the pleasure they accompanied it was amazing. “FUCKKKKKKK RICK!!!” I shouted. Getting hold of the bedsheets. He sat down smiling at me. His droppings were so whitish and thick. “Do you feel good?”

I give each horse a handful of the sugary cereal and get in my car, driving into town to Rebecca’s house. “Hey!” she exclaims as she throws back the door, holding up a bottle of wine. Her Yorkie yips at her feet. “Aaron is working late tonight and the kids are at my in-laws. I hope you’re ready to party!” She steps aside, letting me in the house. “And by party I mean be gone by ten PM.”

just don’t stress , once I am settled I shall call you about my where abouts . By dad and mama .. you are an amazing and the most wonderful parents and I am glad that you are my parents .. [ 13 year old Rickz just left the house ] Vickii – “ I am trans , well my parents disowned me when they got to know about me well at least they were kind enough to leave me at an orphanage, dear diary I hope just get out of this hell .. this place is torturous .. its-its suffocating listening to daily taunts .. I am done” .

She approached me, grinning because she had caught me masturbating. "You're masturbating? and you don't want me to do it instead? "Unice said, and she licks my dick. "Let me assist you with that," Unice said as she began to suck my dick with her tongue while we were in the shower. She used her right hand to control the movement of my dick. His mouth was warm, and I felt her tongue make a circular motion licking the tip of my dick, which I enjoyed making some sloppy sounds when she used her mouth as well.

I can barely keep my eyes open, I don’t want to sleep throughout the day, just an occasional nap, for like fifteen minutes or so, because I will not sleep at night if I sleep the whole day. “You need a break, you have a tiny person relying on you the whole time and I know that can be exhausting.” Vicky and Chad have a son, Tomson, he is about five or six years old, a spitting image of his dad. We call him Tommy when he comes in with his mother. “Talking about little people where is yours?” I ask scanning the office, he is always clinging to her dress. “Oh, he’s with Chad and his business partner, they went shopping. I came in to get some papers and then I saw you scuffling around, like a l

Ricky’s cracking voice sounded borderline masculine as he called out to his friend with urgency, banging his fist on the back door of the truck. Ricky was sixteen years old, and he was the youngest Death Row Infantry-man who worked for the Death Row Corp. Carlos opened the armored truck’s automatic rear door to reveal a slender, pale-skinned Asian kid with a white mohawk and a black eye patch over his left eye. Ricky was an energetic young man, and he looked a little androgynous, which was why he struggled to grow a mustache beneath his developing nose.

I sipped my drink, forcing myself to focus. Rick appeared with his hair combed, fresh polo shirt and ash sweatpants, like he hadn't just had his legs in the air, drilling his own ass. He had that polished, charming grin on his face, sliding into a chair. "Smells amazing in here. Sorry I'm late, had to handle a quick work call." Yeah, no shit. Tch.