Hairy Gay Man Novels & Stories

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.

His voice. "You've never been with a girl alone?" "Huh... Do I look like I've not?" "You... You were accused of being gay." "Do you think I am? I know I'm handsome but am I that beautiful to be gay?" Is he flirting... "Huh, tell me." "I...what...you..." He wanted to touch my hair but I flinched. What's with guys and my hair. "What?" "I don't like men touching my hair." He smiled. "So now, I'm a man to you?"

They better pray I die in here else I would make sure they never see the light of another day. He stepped closer to the bed once more, his expression unreadable as he approached my restrained body. I couldn't understand what he was trying to do as I begged him to let me go, but he wouldn't, and soon he started to strip off his pants. I shivered in shock as I realized he was a gay man. "I don't do men. Please gay man, just let me go." I begged. "I'm not a gay man. I'm a gay Lord!" He corrected and dipped his fingers into my anus roughly about six times before I felt him penetrating really hard and roughly. At this point, I felt like I was about to die.

I repeat, finally wrapping my head around the news. “Goddess forbid," I exclaim, jumping away from him like an African mother that just got told she lost her child. The guy giggles. “Ironic, isn't that? The big, bad, ruthless, homophobic Alpha is secretly gay." I shake my head like I'm trying to chase off a swarm of bees surrounding my head. “No. Hell No. You're fucking crazy. I'm not gay. I'm not fucking gay. I'm a man. A real man. I can't be mated to you. I'm not mated to you. Never. Not in this life and any other life. You're delusional." I say, not sure if I am trying to convince him or myself.

Just two words sent chills down Hayden's spine, but his boiling anger isn't giving him any chances to show fragility. “You bastard, how dare you violate a straight man?” He was angry. His fear turned into horror and then anger as he realized that a strange handsome man who he mocked for acting like a knight actually bedded him while he was drunk. He wasn't a girl, and he was very straight! How dare he? “A straight man?” the man asked and scoffed in amusement as if what Hayden just said was funny. “You! Straight?” He pointed at Hayden in disbelief and let out a chuckle again.

My nakedness is in the wild, from my breasts, flat stomach, and curvy hips… The start of my hairy pussy… The next step gives it all off. My hairy pussy, juicy cunt that is swollen from need, and forced to freeze in the lake instead. My pierced clit and the coily inner lips lap on themselves. My hair is sticky and wet. It forms a clump along my slender back and drips water down my spine and through my butt crack. “Good girl.” He stands up like a god. More than ever, I get pulled to the man in front of me. The one that should make me slip my tail in my thighs, and flee…

I took it and put it on immediately, then he helped me zip it up. I looked up at him, still sobbing silently. “Thank you for helping me,” I mumbled softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Nah, it's okay. I'm Jax, your unofficial savoir and neighbourhood gay disaster,” he grinned, almost too happily. He seemed to be the free kind of person. I knew something was off about him and the way he was dressed. He's gay. He was chewing his bubble gum like a woman and the way he was swinging his hands up in the air like a woman explained it all.

“What’s gay supposed to look like?” My face burns. “I don’t know, man. I just meant… you seem really…” “Masculine?” He grins. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Newsflash: gay guys can be masculine too. I like hard cocks. I like fucking a hairy ass. Is that gay enough for you?” Jesus, this guy is direct. “Y-yeah, no, of course. Sorry.” The guy laughs, closes his locker, and then holds out his hand.

He was slender and his skin was super smooth - he only had body hair under his armpits and in his crotch. As soon as we started sixty-nining, he let a moan out. Was this his first time getting a blowjob, too? I easily deep-throated him for a few seconds before switching to licking and sucking on his hairy balls. I stupidly trying reaching his hole with my tongue without realising this was his first gay experience - he was startled and that almost broke the chemistry. I suggested having a shower together but he said no - I said sorry and he started sucking me again. Luckily he still looked really horny and after a couple of minutes of me gently face-fucking him as he was laying on the couch,

Though she’s cute with it. "I have severe asthma and am extremely sensitive to dust." I explained politely. "And what's up with the hideous outfit? You appear to be an incomprehensible living mummy." A handsome man next to Ms. cute with pigtails followed up. Based on the way his brows move, and his pinky tipped upwards, I'd say he's gay. I looked down at my clothes. Pfft! My clothes really draw some attention. I didn't take it as an insult though, I'm used of being called by many names.