Hairy Chest Gay Novels & Stories

A tightness wrapped around his chest, guilt and confusion twisting deep in his gut. “Rhea, I’m gay. You know that,” he said, running both hands through his hair in frustration. “How could you love me? I have a boyfriend. I like Chris.” His voice was raw, cracked with confusion and helplessness. Rhea then closed her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry harder. Then, with a deep, trembling breath, she spoke again, quiet and resigned.

Jayler was still shaking his head. “You see, there are different types of gays.” I began stepping into the forefront. It’s time to let Jayler know about the different types of gay that people refer to. “There are bears, jocks, cubs, muscle bears, gym bunnies, otters, twinks.” I went on naming every single type that I know of. And I’m pretty embarrassed to admit the fact that I learned all of these types through my hook-up days and because I’ve slept with possibly each one of the tribe.

He really was attractive and finely wrought. Watching men working the fields she’d seen that some of them had a lot of hair on their chests. Most women seemed to like that, but she never had. Some men were toned, others scrawny, and many had rounded bellies. Griogair had a toned chest and arms, his stomach flat with ridges and there was just a little sprinkled over him. A small, black patch in the middle of his chest and a line down from his navel to his belt. A warm feeling spread through her, heating her like a mug of warm mead as she traced the ridges and valleys of his stomach. When her fingers ran over the line of hair below his navel her breath hitched in her throat. Gair’s hand lifted

' He had lust in his eyes and stared at my boner. "Haru, stop this, just leave me alone, I'm not interested,' I asserted, using my hands to demonstrate my point. I covered my groin with my other hand. I didn't realize how obvious it was going to be. 'And Johan, to answer your questions, indeed, I've always been gay all my life, you can deny it all you want, I don't give a damn about you being into dicks."' He said confidently, his arms crossed across his chest.

" He continues cheerfully. “Casper was a … whoops. I am willing to admit that. But it was so obvious to use him. Did you know he was gay ?” "What ?" "Yeah, it's not because I've cheated on you or anything. I was not with him after the two of us started fucking”. I swallow a new lump of bile that is on its way up. “No, you must not be jealous. I swear, I have not banged anyone while the two of us have ... what do you call that ? Been together ?" He giggles, so that his teeth reappears in the corners of his mouth."It does not count when it’s the vamp fluffs, but I'll probably explain that to you when we get to grips with this”.

He asked with a slight tilt of his head, his bangs sliding down his forehead in a lovely bounce of curls. I smirked, flipping my inexistent hair over my shoulders. "No, honey, I'm gay! Gay means fabulous, flawless and totally fantastic. Don't you ever categorize me as 'ok', when I am clearly all the above." Ryder chuckled, making an adorable dimple appear on his right cheek. The skin under his eyes wrinkled while his lips parted, revealing two rows of pure white pearls underneath. It was the first time I saw the ice boy laughing, and to be honest, it was something pretty stunning.

Chester’s POV “Kai and you are dunderheads,” Ryder shook his head as he poked at my now healed chest. “Fancy getting a taste of Wolfsbane,” he remarked with a chuckle and the fvcker felt zero remorse for us. Asshole. “I might be a bi, Alpha but I have no interest in you so stop finding ways to touch me,” I said and wiggled both my eyebrows and got a stinging slap on my chest thereafter. The fvck ?

“He’s gay, Sydney.” “I’m pansexual.” I corrected Aaron, acknowledging his partner, who was all smiles. He was a complete opposite of me. He had a soft beard, kind eyes and short red hair, while I had chin length pitch-black hair, piercings, tattoos and a resting-bitch face. “Whatever.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “When was the last time you slept with someone who had a vagina?” “Aw, why are all the hot dudes gay?” Sydney, the red-haired, whined, before downing a glass of fruity cocktail.

I sat down and waved down the bartender, "Hi, can I please get a glass of whiskey?" "Right away Miss," he said, "I never hear girls ordering whiskey around here," the cute guy said. "I like the strong stuff," I told him. "I can see that," he said chuckling. Cute. "Of course you can," "So do you come here often?" he asked. "Yeah, I do," "Wow, I can't believe I haven't noticed a girl as beautiful as you," "Cheesy much?" I said laughing. "I know right?! I'm Jack and I'm actually gay."

This man was perfect, and I was slowly coming undone just by the sight of him. He doesn’t have much chest hair, which is a plus in my book for sure. I don’t much like hairy guys. He has a gorgeous six-pack, a line of hair spans from his belly button to his boxer briefs. MMM is perfect for grazing and tickling him in foreplay. Man, I would love to kiss and suck on that until I reached his dick.