Hairy Chest Gay Men Novels & Stories

I'm really not sure if that fucking gigolo is really gay or not. Everybody says he's gay because he's into arts and stuff, but no one has ever seen him fucking anyone. He has sent all the slave girls and boys sent into his tent back intact all these days. That's weird. The most suspicious thing is, he doesn't even bother to look at me all these days, which is highly unusual for a gay man. Plus, I didn't like the way he stared at the she-wolf while she was dancing in front of him. It was too fucking salacious.

Girls love a guy that can play guitar. Henry was a good-looking kid and the girls came on to him a lot, but he always turned them down. I suspected Henry was gay. It was confirmed for me when he sucked my dick on the way home from a gig. I was a little buzzed and hadn’t gotten laid at the party because the cops had busted us before it got dark. I mentioned to Henry that I was horny. Henry blushed and said, “I can see that.” He looked right at the bulge in my pants.

They walked into the room laughing, one of them tall with a beard, the other stockier, both already starting to strip off their shirts to reveal toned chests, their eyes locking onto me with raw hunger. “Fuck, she’s even hotter up close like this,” the bearded one said, his voice rough as he dropped his pants, freeing a long, veined cock that was already rock hard, pointing right at me. The other one nodded, circling around me slowly, his thicker dick bobbing with each step as he took in the view. Mr. Gayson stood back against the wall, arms crossed again, taking charge like he owned the place. “She’s all yours to use, boys, but you follow my lead on this.

Before we could even look around, hands were on us. Four men—big, rough, no nonsense. One had a shaved head and a scar across his cheek. Another was covered in thick, dark tattoos that crawled up his neck. The third was lean but corded with muscle, cock already leaking. The fourth was the biggest—easily six-five, arms like tree trunks, cock so thick it looked painful even soft. They didn’t speak. They just moved.

Though she’s cute with it. "I have severe asthma and am extremely sensitive to dust." I explained politely. "And what's up with the hideous outfit? You appear to be an incomprehensible living mummy." A handsome man next to Ms. cute with pigtails followed up. Based on the way his brows move, and his pinky tipped upwards, I'd say he's gay. I looked down at my clothes. Pfft! My clothes really draw some attention. I didn't take it as an insult though, I'm used of being called by many names.

Joyce couldn’t help glowering sinfully at him with her eyes. It seemed that he just had his shower and his shampoo scent was fabulous. He wore boxer shorts, his muscular chest bare, adorned by short, fine threads of hair, lying leisurely on that strong chest due to the moisture of the water from the shower. Joyce never knew that she would fall in love with a hairy chest and wanted to run her hands through it. Most men would shave off their chest hair to look sexy but Martin didn’t shave his, which meant that he knew how complimenting and sexy his chest hairs were. Not every man had them so fine like that.

Alexander pulled out and stood. Everyone moved as if he was the king, controlling his kingdom. Women on their hands and knees. Men behind them. The silver-haired man gripped the dark-haired woman’s hips and pushed back in. She dropped to her elbows and pushed back against him. They gays fucked their partner from behind. Lesbian rubbing their clits. Some lesbians used a waist dildo.

Pushing him off me, I got up from the floor and furiously wiped my lips with the back of my hand, scowling at him. “What the fucking hell was that about??!!” “You liked it, didn't you?” Smirking, he brought his tongue out and licked his lips as his eyes racked through my body. “Why are you trying so hard to deny your affections? We are both men. There's nothing wrong with helping each other scratch and itch. I can —” “Stay the fuck away from me, you fucking bastard! I'm not like you! I'm not a fucking gay man! I love women, and I have been with countless of them! Stop messing with my mind! I will never submit to you!”

I replied, my face turning red. "So you guys already did it??" he gasped. "Well no…" I say. "But something happened, didn't it?" he asked. "Yeah… and I liked it more than I should have" I groan. "Awwn, I can relate. Sexy men are our weakness" he said while chuckling. Oops, did I forgot to mention Gabe is gay? that was the only reason I was comfortable sharing all this with him. "Yeahhh" I replied, fake crying.

"No, surprised, but I think I always knew I was fated to a guy. Most my life I was surround by only a handful of people. Only two members of our pack were gay. I was always interested how they... you know." "Fucked?" "Yeah." Chris chuckled. "I would watch gay porn too. I know it doesn't mean you are gay, but I would get more turned on by the men than the women. Everyone around me was straight and women always threw themselves at me so I never explored further. Feeling your body now though, I know I'd rather have your dick and ass than a hundred pussies." I growled at his confession. "We play this game, but we never take another male to bed. Agreed?"