MN Manmacker's mansploitation
“See? Total retard. Thick as custard. Not instant custard either, the proper stuff.”
“Oh, wait, wait, you gotta hear this, I took this lugnut to an antique store,” Mr. Gregarian said amid a pile of chortles. “Hey Rocky, say ‘I’ll meet you at the rare mirror area’.”
Rocky rolled his eyes and flared his nostrils. Then, enunciating as clearly as possible, he said, “Uiiih’ll meet’choo — meet you — at de — at the — rauuuh mee — raimmerrruh — air me ruh-“
“See? Total retard. Thick as custard. Not instant custard either, the proper stuff.”
From Rocky the Bouncer
To Rocky, it still felt like he got outta prison last night, like everything since then was a dream. He was unsure he’d ever acclimate to the outside world. He’d spent five years in there, and all five of those years clung to him still like a fragrant armpit
To Rocky, it still felt like he got outta prison last night, like everything since then was a dream. He was unsure he’d ever acclimate to the outside world. He’d spent five years in there, and all five of those years clung to him still like a fragrant armpit.
From Rocky the Ex-Con
A man who couldn’t pay his debt ain’t enough of a man to defend his wife either.
Rocky wasn’t like that. He was no rapist.
And Mister Gregarian done made it clear that Rocky could turn the wives out on their backs, legs spread for whoever could pay the debt. That was a consequence of deadbeatery. A man who couldn’t pay his debt ain’t enough of a man to defend his wife either.
Rocky wasn’t like that. He was no rapist. If a woman had gotta sell her cherry pie, he wouldn’t stand in her way, but he wouldn’t make her do it. He done explained that to Signor Caraldo, and he explained it today yet again to Signor DeSantos.
From Rocky the Ex-Con
Mr. Gregarian only wanted his daughter Miriam to live up to the expectations of Armenian Orthodox Christianity. He wanted his sons to pretend to.
Mr. Gregarian wanted his children to go to church, to follow the priest’s diktats, to live up to scripture. That meant no premarital sex or even kissing. Mr. Gregarian said that was how he wanted his boys raised. But Simon’s older brother Haykh had been fucking women since high school.
A man should fuck women before marriage. He should feel bad about it, he should keep it from his parents, he should hide it from polite society, but he should be too amative to resist. That was a proper man. Mr. Gregarian only wanted his daughter Miriam to live up to the expectations of Armenian Orthodox Christianity. He wanted his sons to pretend to.
From Rocky the Bouncer
Rocky works as a muscle-bound goon and enforcer, putting him in plenty of situations to get his manmeat hot and wet. Rocky’s prison life comes back to haunt him though, and it just might happen that this macho alpha did time “bottom-bunking”!
Can he finagle a respectable role within the Cavollo family?
Simon lusts for his bodyguard, Rocky, and he just might get to explore Rocky’s Italian masculine treasures. Rocky spent time in prison, which means he’s comfortable letting Simon swing on his meat.
Rocky is a mafiosi, a guido, a wop, a dago, a boxer, an ex-con and more!
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Rocky was a swarthy slab of cinnamon-colored muscle and unkempt black hair, furry chest broad and strapping. He had a big wide jaw and a slightly off-square face due to old injuries — he was a boxer, and his nose was crooked and squat, his ears like splattered cauliflower.
He was swarthy and had a chaotic mane of greasy black hair, and he was well-muscled like Tyrell. But while Tyrell was cut, Rocky was thick. You could tell he was always going to be muscular, even if he never worked out. He had that kind of body.
From Desmond Seeks Alphas
Rocky was swarthy and had a chaotic mane of greasy black hair, and he was well-muscled like Tyrell. But while Tyrell was cut, Rocky was thick. You could tell he was always going to be muscular, even if he never worked out. He had that kind of body… His pumpkin-thick arms worked hard, muscles bulging. Mr. Gregarian snorted like he thought Rocky should be more graceful. Desmond didn’t. He liked a brutish man. Poor Rocky had a swollen nose and ear, a bandage on his forehead, bruised knuckles.
From Desmond Seeks Alphas
Rocky was a stone-faced goon, all squares and oversized features, his jaw as broad as a beam, with big mitts for hands. He respired like a leaky pony due to, he said, his oft-broken nose, which was indeed cattywompus. His whole visage was like that, like a Cubist painting of a face. He was Italian, with thick dark hair, a Semitic cast and swarthy skin, and he exuded the kind of masculinity that Simon found alluring.
Rocky wore short shorts and a cadet gray tee shirt, threadbare and ragged around the ripped-off sleeves and too small for Rocky’s expansive frame. Those thick muscles worked like steel girders as he lifted weights.
From Rocky the Bouncer
Eventually Rocky took off the sweat-soaked shirt, and Simon stopped hiding. He stood in the threshold and watched Rocky’s pecs jiggle and flex and arch and rumble. His body hair was plastered to his torso and shoulders. Simon liked the way his chest hair worked its way up and over his shoulders. Rocky grunted and heaved. He sounded angry, but when Simon finally went in there and Rocky saw him, he stood still and emotionless, sweat steaming off his bronze shoulders. The weight room was so small that Simon felt the heat exuding off him and smelled the bitter bouquet that he enjoyed and his father despised.
Rocky paused before he knocked on the door. He glanced at Simon and raised his eyebrows. He had a hard face. His facciones were Brobdingnagian, every part of his face too big for the other parts. He looked like someone who could collect a debt from a pulmonologist. He made Simon feel small and impuissant, but in a good way. Simon nodded back, and Rocky knocked.
From Rocky the Bouncer
Rocky filled out his suit too tightly. His cock bulged against the fabric of his slacks, and the shoulders stretched when he swung his arms. With his big barrelhouse chest, Rocky required a hefty pair of trousers and a bicep-tight shirt. Mister Gregarian’s willingness to pay for tailoring was limited. Rocky’s tie ended high above his bellybutton, and he frequently busted the shoulder seams of his shirts.
From Rocky the Ex-Con
“Rocky, lookin’ good, man,” Carl said when he saw somebody he knew. Rocky was a swarthy slab of cinnamon-colored muscle and unkempt black hair, furry chest broad and strapping. He had a big wide jaw and a slightly off-square face due to old injuries — he was a boxer, and his nose was crooked and squat, his ears like splattered cauliflower.
“Hey, hey, Caaahl, good buddy, how’s the missus, huh?” he said, his voice thick and garbled like his throat was full of sweaty marbles.
“Sharon’s fine, the kids are doin’ great,” Carl said. He kept talking, aware that Rocky was just making small talk, but Carl wanted to keep going. He was close enough now to smell the stench of Rocky’s armpits, the fur of which peaked out from beneath those massive fleshy arms. One of Carl’s hands casually touched Rocky’s side, which was greasy with sweat, black hairs matted to his skin.
Rocky bit down on the urge to rubble his nose. He was a boxer before his prison stay, and he broke his nose dozens of times. The prison doc said he got a “deviant sceptre” or some shit like that, plus he got too many or not enough sinuses, he couldn’t remember which, or maybe the sinuses he got was too big. Or too small. But it meant his nose got clogged buncha times, and he gotta rubble it with one hand.
From Rocky the Ex-Con
Rocky’s apartment
Rocky turned out to live in a rinky-dink little apartment building. His place was spartanly furnished — it didn’t even have a couch. It did have a bench-press and a set of free weights, as well as stacks of protein powder containers in the kitchen. It smelled strongly of sweat and unwashed clothes, which dappled the whole apartment.
From Desmond Seeks Alphas
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Rocky the Bouncer: Simon lusts for his bodyguard, Rocky, and he just might get to explore Rocky’s Italian masculine treasures. Rocky spent time in prison, which means he’s comfortable letting Simon swing on his meat.
Rocky the Ex-Con: Rocky works as a muscle-bound goon and enforcer, putting him in plenty of situations to get his manmeat hot and wet. Rocky’s prison life comes back to haunt him though, and it just might happen that this macho alpha did time “bottom-bunking”! Can he finagle a respectable role within the Cavollo family?
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