Hairy Chest Gay Novels & Stories

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

I start to tug at my clothes, feeling too hot with them on. Vesper is purring, unable to fight the heat overcoming us. She wants him as much as I do. I grip at his shirt, aiming to tug it off and reveal his hairy chest beneath. Given he was a warrior, Rhory was fit and his chest was chiseled to perfection. A work of art, and mine to touch. All mine.

She wondered if I thought ill of her for wanting it and it took a while to convince her that I really liked it too. So I guess in my mind as I went to the gay club I might find some young, thin, femme acting guy and fuck his ass. For some reason I felt that doing it with a guy wasn't cheating. (YES I KNOW!!!). So I convinced my horny 25 year old self that I was going to a gay club just to check it out. It was a gay, lesbian and trans friendly club. Many butch women, which actually appealed to me, and plenty of gay guys of all kinds. Transgurls too, that were sexy as hell.

They were looking smug as they stood on the side. I walked to a corner and saw Liam walking out with Anna and Jane flanking on either side. He was wearing a bespoke fitting tuxedo, and his hair was slicked back with a lot of hair gel. However, that outfit was too tight. His chest, which had been growing day by day, was obviously bigger. Everyone could see his nipples through the shirt. Jane looked at his chest and joked, “Liam has really grown up. Look at your chest muscles! You’re getting bigger than Anna.”

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.

I uncrossed my arms and shot her a stern look and I knew she understood. She shot off the couch and put up her hands in protest. “I’m not fucking him … I’m far from his type anyhow,” Rae said, rolling her eyes and sitting back down. “Rae and I are … old friends shall we say, we have a lot of business that has nothing at all to do with ‘our’ business. I’ll just say it to put your mind at ease, I’m gay. Yes, the world’s greatest hacker is a fairy, with a hot as hell lawyer boyfriend. Now let’s get on with the show, shall we?”

He chuckled. “There are many ins and outs of gay sex, doctor, but they aren’t very different from straight sex. I just want to clarify beforehand that we gay guys get a lot of press about being sex mongers ready to drop our trousers at the first opportunity to hit it with a ready and willing hottie.

I accompanied a gay friend to an LGBT club. I wasn't sure what to expect. I was curious about what I'd see. I could see a trans lady near the bar. Maybe in her 20s. long straight dark hair. Maybe a wig. Nice face, pink lipstick, eye lash extensions. Her hair covering both sides of her face. She could hide behind that hair if she needed to. She wore a sleeveless black dress, tights and black high heels. She had long pink nails.

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”

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?”