Hairy Gay Guy Novels & Stories

Maybe he had been curious who the mosquitoes which had been sitting watching across the table. Don't forget. I had noticed where Richie's hand was tied to the body of the tall, slender man who was stroking his back and had so far not wanted to let each other go. Honestly, I was amused to see them doing that right in front of me. This is my first time seeing a relationship like this. His shy smile makes me want to cover my face with a menu book immediately. I know Richie is gay. But I'm not ready to see that boyfriend. And this was the first time since Richie had stated firmly in college that he liked men over women.

I noticed his black hair was waxed up towards the sky, he looks like a teenager from the 19s, Char. "You'll scare the gays off." He added. Clay and Jero then stood beside him staring at me, like they are thinking of what they're going to do to me, or my hair. "Gays?." I lifted one of my brows. "Yeah, few girls managed to enter but gays are many." Rald just gave a useless info. Like I care. "Even better," I talked back and move my feet towards the door. I felt their hands slipped down to my shoulders and pulled me back. "We don't think so..." "Yamero!"

There, under the spray of the largest open showerhead, stood Jax. Jax Harlan. Junior. Starting quarterback. The kind of guy whose name was whispered in hallways with equal parts fear and lust. Six-foot-four, two hundred and thirty pounds of pure, sculpted muscle. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, thick pecs dusted with dark hair, abs like carved stone glistening under the water. His thighs were tree trunks, powerful from years of squats and sprints. And between them hung a heavy, thick cock—uncut, veined, resting against heavy balls even in its semi-hard state. Water traced every ridge and valley of his body like it was paying tribute.

But today, I was feeling bold, looking for someone who might play along with something riskier. That’s when I spotted him. He was leaning against a railing, scrolling on his phone, earbuds in, completely oblivious. Mid-twenties, maybe, with messy ginger hair, a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his lean chest and arms, and jeans that sat low on his hips. He had that effortless look—sharp jawline, full lips, the kind of guy who turned heads without trying. I felt a stir in my gut immediately, that familiar pull. Gaydar pinging hard. I walked straight up to him, flashing my best grin.

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.

His brows were furrowing now, “Harper. Those three are the most masculine men I have ever met. Besides you, of course. And guess what all those three have in common?” He said nothing. “So even if you were gay, I don’t think it would make you any less masculine. Ridiculous that we will be talking about this in Big 23, eh?” I added to lighten the mood knowing this was a sensitive subject for him due to his trauma. And when he laughed, I exhaled in relief, feeling more confident to continue. “But I don’t think you’re gay, or bisexual. You were still practically a teenager, and as a teenager the wind blowing with a little too much enthusiasm made my nipples hard and my pussy wet.”

It became higher and almost playful, with exaggerated gestures that completely threw her off. Rhea blinked in confusion. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “You’re gay?!” “Me? Gay? Uh, no, darling. I’m a woman, obviously,” he shot back with sass while rolling his eyes dramatically. Confirmed, she thought grimly. He’s definitely part of the rainbow community. Before she could say another word, the door burst open with a loud bang. An elderly man entered the room holding a knife, followed by a woman who struck a dramatic Darna pose with one hand raised and the other resting on her waist.

think you're doing? "I am going to strip myself naked, if you're indeed a gay, you won't have an erection seeing me naked then I will stay here but if you have an erection then that means you're not a gay and I can't live here because I am 100% positive that you will rape me " I said while unbuttoning my shirt "Wtf !! Are you crazy?? He yelled "Well crazy is my nickname " I said with a smirk I pulled off my shirt revealing my white inner "you must not have an erection or else I am not staying in this house " I said and to my surprise he was speechless and was sweating

Jackson said as he straightened out Scott's suit. "Get your hands off me, I don't like ladies or girls or women" "They're actually the same"Jackson said,his left eyebrow raised. "Whatever..I don't like any" "So you're gay?" Jackson said and roared with laughter. "Dude, you're really funny,you? gay?. I believe you" He said again amidst laughter. "That's true..I can be gay, you get it" Scott said in realism. "Wait..I never asked you to be gay"

He suddenly turned to me, and I snapped my gaze back to the hunters, avoiding his eyes. There were four men. Two of them with huge body sizes and the other two just the normal size. One of the huge guys was hairy, with a full beard, long black locs, and a weird mustache. The other was the complete opposite; he had a bald head and no beard, but he was covered in tattoos, and he had his right ear pierced. The first of the slim guys had short black hair, with a scar running from his eyes down to the top of his lips like a tear. His whole left arm was covered in tattoos of weird patterns, and his eyes were dark as if they brooded evil. The second of the slim guys was a bit different; he had a sh