Hairy Gay Guy Novels & Stories

A man with long straight hair, blonde ,blue eyes, a literal image of a baby born from a mixture of Barbie and Tarzan. His big eyes, artistic face,soft features and bald jaw line gave him a more feminine look. Nevertheless everything in his body was a complete opposite of his feminine features. His dark outfits complimented his pale skin. The girls noticed his presence, a man that pretty much got them excited but unfortunately he rather went to a gay club. He is here for a reason. “Well, look who we have here”. He winked at Anthonio and brushed his hair to the back of his ear.

he demanded an answer. I couldn't help but laugh. I never heard anyone say something so ridiculous before. "Jacob please, you misunderstand!" "I'll have you know, I'm gay, but I have a type. Us gay guys don't fall all over for the first guy they see. They have standards. It's not any different than how straight couples work," Jacob firmly said.

Perhaps my face shows how high I think of him, he smiles as he adds, "After some time, you get used to it." "I guess," I shrug, "Are you a top or a bottom?" Obviously he's a top. The way he fucked my face, oh my God, he's a fucking top. Top top top. "I'm a switch." "There's a switch too?" Excuse me, he's the first gay guy I've ever had such honest conversation with. All my gay friends are more interested at being my stylist rather than comparing notes on how to fuck men better. "Meaning I can be both."

He's really like a brother-sister to me. He is also handsome. He's tall, has fair skin, and has a body that's just right. He has this cognac brown eyes that would make you stop and stare for a moment. He has thick-straight eyebrows, long eyelashes, long nose, thin lips, and spiky hair. Any girl would fall head over heels for him but he is such a waste because he's different from all the other boys. He is gay. Yes, you read it right. A handsome man like Josh Diamanté is gay. It's funny because he's gay but he has a deep baritone voice. • • • •

His hips twitched forward into my palm. I yanked his sweatpants down. His cock sprang out—eight and a half thick inches, still shiny with the other girl’s juices, heavy balls hanging low. The musky scent of sex hit me hard. I leaned in and licked a long stripe up the underside, tasting pussy and cum and pure man. Mr. Harlan groaned, one hand landing on my head. “I’m not gay… this is fucked up…”

Wrong… I knew I was sexy as hell. He was really tall, muscular and with long black hair that reached his shoulders. And when he flipped it off his face, I found myself sweating in heat. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” I snapped back to reality, covering myself even more, but my hands were useless. My big breasts were staring at him, my huge butt was probably vivid against the mirror that was behind me. He flickered his eyes at me, uninterested and scoffed. “Who I am, I am none is of your business… But I am your personal guard here in Black mist pack. And don't worry, I'm gay.” He said.

When I was 13 I attended a new school, I was nervous about going because I didn't want my gay tendencies to start there. I had short, spiked up hair, fairly tanned, 5'5, 110 lbs. slim but very fit and I was proud of my abs that were starting to form. On the first time I hoped everything was going to go fine but there was this boy, his name was Aaron and he was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He had short dark brown hair, fairly tanned skin, about 5'7, about 120 lbs., and really fit. His muscles arm muscles would bulge on days he wore t-shirts and he was sporting a well defined six pack.

Always the same: start with straight, switch to gay, get off, then back to straight—like he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t into it. My stepbrother might be a god, or a perfect little thing, but he was also gay as fuck... and was into... well... dark kinky shit which a boy like him with blonde hair, spotless skin and two piercings should never be into. "Hello class," the homeroom teacher spoke, drawing every attention towards me as I stood by her side.

Zenos leaned forward and articulated with a smile, “Then… What’s your type, Young Master Hayden?” Hayden immediately straightened his back, raised his chin, and puffed his chest arrogantly. He didn't even cast a bit of a glance at Zenos before responding, “My type?” He reiterated. “Of course, this young master’s type is a bad boy who doesn't care about rules. Tall, with long legs, blue eyes, a sturdy chest, a ripped body, black hair, straight long fingers, 8 packs, and enticing kissable lips.” He explained arrogantly.

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."