Hairy Gay Guy Novels & Stories

Jack asks with a smirk. "I'm definetly gay."

Hunter responded. After taking a swig from his glass, the man asked, “So why are you turning down such beautiful ladies?” “In case you're gay, I'm straight.” Hunter raised his hands at the man. “Don't come at me with no gay stuff.” The man threw his head back and roared with laughter. He looked like he was in his mid-forties. He didn't look feminine at all, quite the opposite. He looked like a macho man. With his low-cut hair, and cleanly cut moustache that met his bearded chin. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and a gold watch around his right wrist. Hunter noticed a silver ring on his ring finger.

He laughed and pushed me so that he could also get up from lying down. "I think someone likes you, Vee." I laughed at what he said. I slapped him on the arm and couldn't stop laughing. Want something? Pfft what does it say! "Something funny? Is that a laugh or are you excited? That's how excited you are like a timang." He said shaking his head. "Crazy. You're both gay, how can you like me!" "What?? Oh my god! He's still my type. What the hell. Why are gay men so handsome now?"

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.

I smirk and drink again. “Hey there, you look new. I don’t see you here often.” I raise my brows as a man approach me. “I don’t know you either and I don’t think I have the intentions of getting to know you.” He laugh as I said that. “I’m gay honey. No need to worry I’m not hitting on you. I’m just trying to be nice.” My mouth turned O after he said that. We’ll that’s kind of embarrassing. “Well good for me then. Do you mind keeping the boys out? I don’t need them and they’re just a bunch of idiot that only wants your body.” I said that he immediately agreed to.

He smirked. My eyes grew wide, "Noo, no. I don't think I could last through that again. Let's just wait till next time." I mimicked his smirk and it was his turn to bark laughter. His grip didn't loosen. "So does this mean.. that you accept me?" Stark asked me and I raised an eyebrow. "Duh?" I asked, confused. He smiled. "Well, you have a rep, once and man whore, always a man whore." He told me, and I smirked. "I'd rather just be your whore." I told him honestly. "Good. Cause' when stuff like this happens.. And it will again, trust me..." He gestured towards his 'abstract' shirt with my cum stain, "I'll always be the dominant, baby." he grinned. A gasped escaped my lips and all I could do wa

a man said furiously. He had a spiky mohawk hairstyle like a cliché rockstar. He had a bushy beard and he had a larger physique compared to Disgustington. Gray’s face slightly twitched upon seeing his hair. “Did a band throw up on you, Mohawk?” she thought to herself. “I-I was just pissing!” said Disgustington, averting his eyes. “You, f*ckwit!” Mohawk slapped him with the back of his hand. “Can’t you control your own damn d*ck?!”

If not Lexy, there are a lot of girls who crawl into his bed just to have a taste of his mind-blowing orgasm skills. Marlyn is a guy who fancies dicks and not pussies. A reason why he and Lexy hit and became good buddies. He doesn’t look any bit of his personality because he is actually handsome with his Hispanic features. Fair skin, lean body, six-foot height, and manly gestures. Nobody would think he is gay, except for those who knew him already.

I said with some swagger. Scott then teased “I saw that man bun - Did you guys discuss similar hair care product?” He said with a smirk. “Wait is this some Fabio type mother fucker? Are you for real?” Grady asked sharply. “What?! No! Not even a little!” I responded with a chuckle. Scott always being the voice of reason said “Well was he a nice guy? Or am I the only one without ‘hemp sex’ on my weekly bingo card?” “I don’t know, Grady - his nipples weren’t pierced but he had gauges… that’s kind of the same thing right?” I asked sarcastically. “Not even a little - girls with nipple piercings do the most wild and kinky shit without much convincing. Guys with gauges just wants to ride a fucking

He knew he had me right where he wanted me—hard and desperate. I hissed, watching his hand work my length. His thumb spread the bead of precome around my crown, making me buck like a damn virgin. My body was taut, muscles clenched. "This doesn't make me gay," I told him sharply. "Right, because getting off to a guy's touch definitely doesn't make you gay," Liam muttered, rolling his eyes but never breaking rhythm. "I'm not gay," I gritted out, hips pumping into his tight grip. "You can touch a guy's dick without being fucking homo."