Hairy Gay Man Novels & Stories

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!

After having come out as gay, I lost many of my friends and I was finally starting to gain some new ones. I was 21 and I felt like I had the word ahead of me. Living in the south I had always hunted and I had recently joined a new hunting club and met a friend there named Billy. Billy was a larger guy very woods type longer hair bigger gut, a married man with a passion for hunting. We just seemed to click not sure why we had a 12 year age difference but we were friends .

He continued as everyone was patient to hear him speak. “The word gay simply means a man who could be a mature adult, a young adult or possibly a child is romantically or sexually attracted to the same sex of its kind” “Simply put, a gay is a man loving and having romantic moments which includes sex with a fellow man like himself. “ He explained as he held his breath back, paused for a moment and continued. “What happened during gay sex?." He asked the thousand of followers as he cleared off his throat to give a proper explanation.

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…”

The door suddenly opened, so I went into alert mode, prepared to attack whoever was on the other side. "Oh look, the sleeping fairy has finally awakened," a man I didn't recognize sneered at me. Sleeping fairy? Is this supposed to be a gay joke? Dumbass. "Who are you? Where am I?" I asked. "Easy, pretty boy. Your questions will be answered. For now, just hang tight and wait for the right time. Don't try anything funny, or there will be consequences," the man said. I looked at him closely. He was six feet tall with a thick beard and sharp nose. He had dark brown eyes and black hair that matched the beard. He was an average looking guy that can blend into any crowd without anyone noticing.

barbie pink pajamas which is the reason why they mistaken him as a female as it looks too feminine on him. That, and because he has long curly hair. “B-but your hair…” Noel trailed off, still not awakened by the fact that he hugged someone with the same sex. Sighing in frustration, the man ripped off his wig and carelessly threw it over the side of the room, which revealed his black, messy medium asian haircut. The aura he emits immediately changed from a cute, naive young lady to a young man who has difficulty expressing his true sexuality. “Does this prove my sex to you or do you want to compare sizes?” the youngster said in a sarcastic tone, attempting to strip off his barbie pants as he

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.

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. • • • •