Hairy Gay Guy Novels & Stories

“Piercy, the other rogue is walking in with four guys.” “This is the girl we want. Spread out and look for her.” I watched as he passed around what looked like a picture. “Describe them.” Piercy said back. “One is darker skinned, long black hair with white shirt. Another has buzzed hair, tattoos all over his face, with skinny jeans. The rogue and then a very tall guy. Man bun, tones of pierces, and his entire face is a big ass spider.”

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My eyes working slowly, analyzing. Short black hair. Long sleeves. Broad, squared shoulders. Black pants. My brain seemed not to be working fine for a moment. Hold on. I rescanned the features of this person again. Up to down. And it clicked. That is a guy? A guy? Stiles is receiving— Is Beta Stiles… Gay?

John Mayo, a 22-year-old college student with short brown hair and a lean, athletic build, strolled into the bustling gay club, ‘The Rainbow Room.’ The pulsating music and the smell of sweat and cologne filled the air. He was new to the gay scene and eager to explore his sexuality. His eyes scanned the room and landed on a group of guys at the bar. One of them caught his eye, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and close-cropped hair. His name was Kai, and he was 23 years old. John had always watched him from afar in class, intrigued by his calm confidence.

“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.

Harry had always been a horny, feral young man, his insatiable appetite for sex never seeming to be fully satiated. At eighteen, he was a tall, athletic figure with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress every woman he looked at. His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones.

She has a penis. I see the reflection in the mirror which is in front of them. The person in front has balls with a hard cock attached to it, has abs, no breast, and short spiky hair. He is a guy. A guy having sex with a guy. They are gay. Wait! If Ryan is watching gay p**n, that means... He is… A loud gasp escaped from my mouth as the sudden realization struck me. Ryan is into guys. He is gay. Hotty's head jerks in my direction so fast, as if someone screamed 'free cake'. My hazel eyes connect with his whiskey brown color eyes and our mouth curve up in an ‘O’. Shit!

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

His hair was dyed purple and he had tattoos on both of his arms. "I don't know, he just gives me that wild sex type of a person," she giggled. "Oh I see where this is coming from," I laughed. "You, my friend, need to be laid. It's understandable. But that one could have an STI. How about you go for his friend? He looks more... Mature." "I just want someone to lick my pussy, and the purple guy looks like he might just know how," she grimaced as she got off her chair and approached the guys.

His skin had a sheen of sweat, and I instantly imagined licking it from top to bottom. “What's your name?" He asked, laying back on the bed and closing his hands around his head. I looked over to see his hairy armpits which were damper than the rest of his body. The strong, yet delicious scent wafted over to me, and I felt my cock twitch. “Corey, you?" “Hunter" he told me, "you got a girlfriend back home?" “No, I'm uh... I'm gay". It still felt weird telling people. Up until a few months ago, I'd been severely closeted, but I was making a habit of being honest now, so I waited for his disgust.