Hairy Chest Gay Men Novels & Stories

I knew his heart was mine and only mine. “Tell me what was going on, I don’t even know what case you had to leave for,” I said, softly. I played with what little chest hair he had, my favorite thing. I loved that he wasn’t overly hairy, Most male wolves had a ton of chest hair, my brothers seeming to be an exception. My dad however, looked like a bear. It was gross and I don't know how my mom could stand it. “Oh my darling, it was simply awful, I don’t want you to know,” he said, stroking my hair.

Jake shrugged,just then someone shouted from afar. “Celinah,oh my gosh” It was Chris,Jake's twin brother who is actually gay .He was carrying two distinctive bags in his hands full of girlie shopping. He dropped the bags on the ground next to Jake and embraced me tightly . “Ohh girl,how have yoh been” He smiled holding my hands,Jake grimaced. “Am fine Chris,I can see you gleaming gal” I taunted,Chris grinned while turning slowly. “You can say that again”

Maybe now the bitch would have a better chance of hooking a big fish if her toughest competition wasn’t around. She’d also spent the day going over every possibility behind Grayson’s shady deal. He was secretly gay, had some horrible disease, a grotesque deformity under his clothes, a tiny dick, a third nipple, was hardcore into bondage and had killed a lover, he was a serial killer, had genital warts, or was just horrible in the bedroom. So many possibilities and Amber had encountered a great deal of them in the club. Like the dude who had a small tail off his ass bone. That was a surprise under his designer suit indeed.

" Ashley spat straight to Cassandra whose face was now covered with tears and embarrassment. "And you Kennedy... how funny even the boys bully me. Let me tell you something Ken, it's okay to be a gay, I'm not against LGBTQ+. But to be a man whore is something I will find disgusting. Having sex with all those old men or let me rephrase it for you, given you dirty and filthy ass to those sugar daddies is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. " Ashley was in full energy, she surely want to pay them with their own coins. She turned to face Miss Ellen and Ashley chuckled when she saw the fear in her eyes.

He went straight for my breasts, while I explored the soft texture of his skin. He had a line of hair over his chest and down to his abdomen that I found fascinating. This was something else that was different to the other men, he had hair on his chest, something totally new for me. I ran my fingers through it and decided I liked it. It made him special. When his right hand moved from my breasts and down my back, to slide into my jeans, I stopped him. Was I forcing him into this? “Are you sure, Carlos?”

I said with some swagger. Scott then teased “I saw that man bun - Did you guys discuss similar hair care product?” He said with a smirk. “Wait is this some Fabio type mother fucker? Are you for real?” Grady asked sharply. “What?! No! Not even a little!” I responded with a chuckle. Scott always being the voice of reason said “Well was he a nice guy? Or am I the only one without ‘hemp sex’ on my weekly bingo card?” “I don’t know, Grady - his nipples weren’t pierced but he had gauges… that’s kind of the same thing right?” I asked sarcastically. “Not even a little - girls with nipple piercings do the most wild and kinky shit without much convincing. Guys with gauges just wants to ride a fucking

The position left him completely exposed—legs spread, back arched, his slender cock hanging soft but twitching between his legs. Jax stepped in close behind him, his massive body radiating heat. One big hand gripped Alex’s hip hard enough to bruise while the other guided his thick cock back to the abused entrance. “Look at this hole,” he murmured, almost reverently, spreading one cheek to admire the redness. “Gaping for me already. Swollen and hungry.”

“Well, you are his little bitch. I heard rumors about him being a certain type as well.” A certain type? “Tell me you are fucking kidding me,” I scoff, throwing the tissues I was crumbling in my hands into the bin angered. “You can’t be serious!” He looks at me with wide eyes as I lift my finger into his face. “Gay men don’t hump each other simply because they are gay. I might be his bitch workwise but there is nothing going on in that sense.” “Come on,” he grins, pushing me slightly. “I was just joking.”

I doubt we are in the frame. Mave’s face split to a grin of approval. ‘Seems Greg’s preference is guys, but that is risky so he hires women dressed as men and dominates them and finishes with the sex act, so that he fits the heterosexual world of conventions.’ ‘Like ... turns them into a woman during the act. Never heard of that one. Is that a variation of liking effeminate boys?’ ‘Could be,’ Mave confirmed. ‘I hadn’t looked at it like that.’ She thought a while.

It's rare for Alphas to be taller than others unless they were born under the moon of Hades, of course. On a side note, I never thought of getting together with one of those men because they are said to be aggressive, extremely dominant, and possessive. All these qualities can be flattering, but some go too far, and it's a known fact that Hades Alphas take everything to extremes. Another problem over the years has been that it's not that common in my pack to meet gay people. Okay, it wasn't until I took over. I wish I wouldn't have to admit this, but my father is homophobic. He used to ban any wolf who couldn't pair up with someone to create future generations. Heck, I'm sure he's still salt