Hairy Gay Man Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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?

he frowned at me. " there is no trash you clean because am not a gay " I said surprisely to his awe. " wait, you think they are going to believe that not a gay when you haven't prove it to them " he laughed. " how will I prove to them that am not a gay? " I asked. " get yourself a girlfriend because if you don't show the word that you are in a relationship there are never going to believe you " he stated. " no, I can't do it. You know how much I girls right? " he said.

“Take some nice deep breaths for me.” “Maybe just open some windows, it’s hot in here,” I suggest, and he laughs. “The windows are already open, you silly goose. Now, let me take a look at you; see what we can do.” I sigh, feeling extremely uncomfortable with some random man in my face and another messing around with my hair even if they were both evidently gay. “What shall we do with your hair, sweet?” The other guy asks, brushing his fingers through my hair. I shrug and bite my lip. “I don’t know. I’m leaving my duckling self in your capable hands” I mumble with a pout, and both men chuckle clearly amused.

I can’t get enough of it. “I’m not gay,” I tell him, knowing damn well it won’t stop the jokes, “I’m homiesexual. That means I fuck my friends platonically.” Kieran’s reaction sends me into a laughing fit. His head whips to me, and his eyes get all wide before he ducks his head into my shoulder and laughs too. Like I said, adorable.

' He had lust in his eyes and stared at my boner. "Haru, stop this, just leave me alone, I'm not interested,' I asserted, using my hands to demonstrate my point. I covered my groin with my other hand. I didn't realize how obvious it was going to be. 'And Johan, to answer your questions, indeed, I've always been gay all my life, you can deny it all you want, I don't give a damn about you being into dicks."' He said confidently, his arms crossed across his chest.

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.

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.

"You look like a mad dog!" Gosh, hubby is still shy, I know he's crazy about me, don't be shy, you should imitate me with a thick face. "Just tell me because it's---" "I thought you were hungry, why are you talking so much!" "It's you!" "What am I!?" "Because you're so handsome!" I'm teasing. He looked at me seriously. "What a handsome man! I'm beautiful no M A G A N D A as in beautiful and not handsome!" He bluntly said that you are gay. you are the most beautiful but I am even more beautiful, no one can beat me duh!