Tiny Rick Novels & Stories

Barely, but we'd brought her back from the brink. Did she allow herself to remember our childhood? All the adventures we'd had, the fun? Or was it all a black void to her to expunge the grief? Like when we were eight and Rick had fallen in the river after swinging from a low branch where the edge of Lake Wylie opened. Rick had flailed his arms and legs while screaming bloody murder until he discovered he was only in a foot of water. We've called him Rivers ever since.

Not a bad payday for two hours of telling tall tales, even if it came with the humiliation of wearing a satin mandarin robe and a fake pigtail in his hair. Thankfully it was dark and he was not so visible in the pictures that they clicked. But their attention was scattering fast. Rick held up his hands and then began in an ominous voice, drawing from the skills that he had learned from six semesters of theater classes to get their attention. “The year in 1906!! It is a warm Friday evening in the second week of the month of July.” His voice was deep and Rick used it to make the crescendo rise so that he could capture their interest. Like the Grim Reaper pointing out his scythe at his next vic

Karen’s tirade abruptly halted. Standing at the gate was a tall man, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, looking weary from travel. The neighbors who were about to surround us quickly retreated. It was Rick Rivers. He had arrived. Karen was stunned, but she still said stubbornly, "Wh-What I just said is none of your business!" Rick ignored her and walked straight towards me. His gaze swept past me and landed on Tina, who was trembling uncontrollably. He saw the expulsion notice in my hand and the lingering redness on Tina's wrist.

Watching our private moment unravel before those grey orbs he called eyes. Rick stopped walking. “Oh. Mr. Hardin. I didn’t see you there.” It was weird seeing Rick, a nearly forty-year-old man call this young guy mister. I would swear from his baby face that he was young. He was definitely younger than Rick and yet the man shrunk like he was talking to someone who held his life in the balance. “No. I didn’t think you did.” The guy left the corner he’d been occupying for the past ten minutes.

Rick asked as he walked into the house. Rick didn’t wait for her to invite him in, he just came in. Nothing knew there, Rick was at home in her house and she didn’t mind him being here. It had never been more than friends with the two of them. Always like brother and sister. It made her wonder if in her past life she had any siblings. Rick moved past her, and she closed the door, making sure it was locked. Walking behind Rick was always a nice view, but tonight he seemed to be in a hurry to find out what happened to her. To his norm, Rick was wearing blue jeans that were a bit snug in the rear, and a T-shirt that had a saying on it. This one said Warning: I do stupid things. She couldn’t hel

I hyped him up, when he appeared back from the water. He smiled proudly at me and flexed his arms. “ I am the hottie. ” He slurred and his eyes closed on their own. Rolling my eyes, I stopped the recording and yawned out. Rickie-Rick was going to be famous tomorrow. Everyone was going to know how hot he was. He liked giving people a good source of entertainment, now he was going to be the sole model of his own show. Someone had jumped inside the pool to pull him out, but I did not care enough to focus on him anymore. A smirk played at my lips, as I was about to update the video on the social media.

she said. That thought was the trigger. Rick's cock swelled to an even larger size. "Ohh mommmmmmm I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Rick cried. Terri drove down on his rigid prick, burying her face in his pubic hair and gulped as her mouth and throat filled.

I said almost shouting. Hey, guys met Rick, my guy, my one and only, Rick is my best friend. An annoying bastard that cares about nothing but music. He is like the musician in school, Rick is of average height, he was fair, his dark hair was rough as always, he has a smile on his face that attracted girls, Rick wasn’t boy pretty, Rick didn’t even have a beautiful face but there was something about him that attracted people to him. “surprise.” He said with a smile on his face. “I kind of like it in here, comfy chairs, the silence,” Rick said.

A voice I haven't heard in a while. I turn looking at a really hot looking guy behind me. "I know you. You're in my bio class on Wednesdays aren't you?" I ask sarcastically making him smirk. God he has a strong jawline. His dark green eyes bore intensely into my soul. "That's me. Hi, I'm Rick. Short for Alarick." He says with a side smirk and gives the barista his card paying for my coffee. I smile and hang my face a little.

He had to be the center of attention and loved hearing words of admiration. Rick is laid back and has an easy presence about him. He laughs wholeheartedly and sincerity pours out of him. “Missy?” Adrian’s voice caused me to look up as I was laughing at a tacky dad joke Rick was sharing. “Hey,” I smiled at him, then looked down. There’s an adorable little girl with dark brown pigtails and a button nose clutching onto Adrian’s leg. She shyly hides her face against his thigh, then peaks over at me with big brown eyes.