Hairy Gay Man Novels & Stories

He shouted at the top of his lungs. "Why are you so mad?" I mumbled. "You only said you never liked a woman. " "But I did not say I like boys either!" He growled as he stroked his hair with his fingertips. "No, I am not gay!" He showed me his finger while biting his lip. "You probably are not aware of my popularity; whenever you have time, search for me on G****e." He unlocked the button on his neck. I pulled my tongue out. Lol, I must have hurt his ego, but he was adorable while angry.

With his half-French, half-Italian ancestry, he definitely attracted attention wherever he went. His hair was dark brown, his face perfectly chiseled. He was, without a doubt, a Greek god, and I was sure I could feel something for him if he wasn't gay. But Adrian, in addition to being gay, was an unassuming gay. No matter how many times I told him that it didn't matter to those who really loved him, that his sexuality was no big deal, he refused to believe me. “Ahm…” Adrian's voice snapped me out of my reverie. I gave him a confused look. “I have to ask you something.

“Yes, Harris told me he saw you at the party because he knew I was interested in you and thought he was helping his favorite uncle.” “I see. That explains your personality or what I’ve seen so far.” Hana nodded. “Why were you staying with Harris? Did you and the stooges have a lovers quarrel?” “Hana…” I narrowed my eyes, taking her by the hip to bring her to me. “We’ve discussed that I’m heterosexual, but if you require another public or private demonstration, that can be arranged.” “Down halo-boy.” Hana laughed, placing her hand on my chest.

His thick, dark brown hair was slightly wavy and long enough to tuck behind his ears. "Honey," I retorted, "Just because I don't take dick as you do doesn't mean I'm not open to it." "First off, I give it, not take it," he held up his right hand while counting off, "Second of all, if that were true, you would be with that tall, dark, and handsome man instead of me."

Harvey shrugs. Eden chuckles and orders his coffee before he takes a seat next to his boss. "Someone is overconfident," "Better be confident than scared," Harvey winks at him, "So, is Kian coming to the party tonight?" Eden shakes his head, "He can't. He said he's busy tonight," "Busy with some boyfriend?" Harvey smirks, and Eden looks at him with confusion, "How do you know?" "What? That he's gay?" Harvey laughs and puts his arm around Eden's shoulders, "There's something special we gay people have. It's called a gaydar," he whispers to him, sending shivers down his spine.

“Well, you are his little bitch. I heard rumors about him being a certain type as well.” A certain type? “Tell me you are fucking kidding me,” I scoff, throwing the tissues I was crumbling in my hands into the bin angered. “You can’t be serious!” He looks at me with wide eyes as I lift my finger into his face. “Gay men don’t hump each other simply because they are gay. I might be his bitch workwise but there is nothing going on in that sense.” “Come on,” he grins, pushing me slightly. “I was just joking.”

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?!”

My baby daddy is so beautiful, busy in my day dreaming, I didn’t notice him hovering over me. Taking off my shorts he touch my vagina and enter his finger inside me. I screamed and he instantly took my lips in his hungry one. Coming again and again, he wasn’t satisfied, so he put his manhood on my vagina and entered in one go. I felt pain because its been too many days that we made love. I start moaning because I am feeling horny, I scream in pleasure and he took his manhood out of my hole and entered in one go. I placed my hands on his back and start scratching him, he was grunting in pleasure. So I start roaming my hands on his back and clutch his hair tightly.

A few minutes later, we are eating when he throws a question at me. "If you don't mind, tell me about you?" I shrug, not knowing where to begin, but he assisted. "Um, any friends back at home? Girlfriend?" "I am so gay. Not Bi, Pan, nor Omni, but pure gay." His brows raise as a ghostly smile settles on his lips. "That's very clear, queen. I'm Bi, by the way." He's laughing. Oh, I know. "Yeah, that was pretty clear too." I point out and he laughs aloud, gathering a few attention on us.

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.