Hairy Chest Gay Men Novels & Stories

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

One warrior asked loudly as he moved closer to the group of she-wolves that had dressed up nicely. His tone was cheeky and his voice was filled with pride. Just by listening to him, I could tell that he was like those two men that had haunted down the two she-wolves and raped them to death. "I didn't choose any. Look, brother, we have no idea what he prefers. Frank is usually afraid of women and can't seem to get his dick up for any. He can't be gay because he does seem interested in pussy and boobs." The other answered lightly.

The whole getting it on with my fake fiancée/forced fiancée/kidnapped fiancée part, not the part where I rip my shirt almost clean off. I seriously don’t understand how it’s happening, but I think it still is. I’m a big guy. A big guy with a massive, broad chest and rippling muscle everywhere. I’m good with that. What I’m not good with is the forest of chest hair growing on top so thickly that you can’t even see said chest muscles or even my abs. I think I used to have nipples somewhere? Christ.

he demands and I happily comply. I have never had a dick this big until I was with Brandon. I kept my sexuality on the down-low because of the stigma of leadership being gay, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t had plenty of sex with human guys. I’d just never experienced sex with a werewolf until Brandon. Because of our werewolf make-up, our equipment is naturally larger and thicker than a human’s. But because Brandon is a Beta, his is even more so.

The steamy air of the sauna enveloped Professor De as he cautiously entered the room, his eyes darting around the space filled with half-naked men relaxing on the wooden benches. De, a tall and lean man in his early thirties, was known for his intellect and handsome features, but he harbored a secret – he was a closeted gay man who longed to peek at the bulges of his fellow gym-goers.

“Only men have a higher level of alcohol intolerance, unless you’re a sociopath or psychopath.” “I am telling the truth. And no, I am neither of those.” Lushan Angeles leaned closer to me. Closer, that in a small push of his head, his lips will land on mine. “You are still a woman deep down. I know you still feel something when a man comes naked towards you. Don’t deny it.” “I’m not denying it,” I muttered. “Because there is nothing to deny in the first place. I am a gay, and I prefer to do it with woman.”

“Big Boys Blowout? You mean for fat guys?” “Big and beautiful. And with big wallets too.” I went online and started showing him all the websites dedicated to plus-size guys. They didn’t turn me on, but I figured that somebody out there had to be getting a woody from all that flabby manflesh. So I took out some ads on a couple of those sites, sent out a few e-mail blasts, and advertised in all the gay rags.

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

We all turned around in shock. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! BACK TO YOUR POSTS!" The demon bellowed angrily, his bare, hairy chest catching my attention. What was up with all the hair here? The only marine demon I'd seen without any chest hair was the King. Was it a fetish, or something?

I had been chatting with this guy named Tyler online for a couple weeks. He was twenty seven, built like a rugby player with wide shoulders and a thick chest, and he sent me pictures that made my cock twitch every time. We talked about meeting up for some fun but he kept mentioning his roommate Marcus. Marcus was the same age, tall and lean with smooth dark skin and a cock that looked huge even in the photos Tyler sent. They had played together before and Tyler kept saying how good it would feel to have both of them on me at once. I was nervous but so turned on I finally said yes.