Hairy Men In Briefs Novels & Stories

“A female in heat.” I spun around. A tall man stepped into the clearing. His face was rough, covered in stubble. More men followed him. They wore worn clothes. Knives and nets hung from their belts. They smelled dirty and dangerous. Rogues. “I…I was just leaving,” I said, my voice shaking. “If you’re looking for a mate,” the man said, sniffing the air with a grin, “we’ve got plenty who’d be happy to help.” The others laughed.

Getting to see her bottom-less was quite a treat. The two guys in the room promptly stood, shucked off their pants, and stepped out of their underwear. The blonde, curly-haired guy was pretty well hung; his long, thin dick was already hardening as he stood there. The darker-skinned dude also had nothing to be ashamed of. His thick, brown member pointed straight and proud.

Though wrapped thickly in blankets, glimpses of their uniforms peeked out at the edges. The two men were also bundled up, though their clothing seemed ordinary—nothing revealed whether they were medical staff. The five women were all attractive, though heavily clothed, so their figures were hidden. The men were different: one was slim, but the other was astonishingly fat, almost spherical. His round face, at most in his twenties, gave off a naive, harmless impression. Clearly, he hadn't paid much attention to his physique. "Uh… how did you end up here?" the slim man asked. He was around thirty, with a scar running from his left eye to his mouth—a mark that screamed trouble.

There was a huge golden chair with the top skull of a dog with an enlarged canine etched on the top. It seemed like they were becoming organized and I did not want that. They were going to die tonight, all I needed was just a reason to provoke them into action. There was a party going on and an orgy to be precise. Men and women, naked and writhing together on the floor in the throes of passion filled the floor. Some men were armed with old and rusted Aks and wore tattered military fatigues, They were thirty-six in number. Fuck! Not plenty enough and I needed to make a statement.

he began, looking both sides at the two hefty men that held him. Both men had worn-out clothes with stitched-up patches on different places. One of them had overgrown bushy hairs on his hair and face, while the other’s face looked like a desert. Not even a single strand could be found on his head or face. The things they had in common were their hugeness and disheveled appearances. “What were you planning on doing to the lady?” the hairy one on his left boomed dangerously. His teeth were darkened with what seemed like many years of tobacco intake, and his breath stunk of smoke and decayed food.

replied a man with a mustache. Suddenly the two scary men appeared from behind Miho. “I see you’ve already met our snack” said the young man with chains around his neck while violently pulling Miho’s hair causing tears to run down her cheeks continuously without making a sound. “This one we got today is a fuckin cry baby” joked the young man with huge holes on his pinna as the crowd of young men laughed. “Come on guys, let the kid go?” said the young man with a match stick in his mouth moving toward the two men.

His, clearly. Because mine only involves me and him…naked and tangled up together. Yet standing across the room from us are three others. Count them… Three others. Two beautiful women with long blonde hair and large breasts and killer figures. And one light-toned African American male who is…an Adonis unto himself. They’re all naked, sooo, naturally…. I can put one and three together. I slide my glance toward Jameson—dressed in his impeccable tux—and deduce he’s keen on watching what comes of this foursome. Apparently, voyeurism is his form of participation.

She was trying to make herself as small and as silent as possible. She held her breath, hoping the men wouldn't find her. From her hiding spot, she could see their feet as they stepped into the room. One of the men was tall and muscular, with short-cropped hair and a square jaw. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, and Eden couldn't help but notice the way his muscles bulged under his clothes. The other man was shorter and thinner, with greasy hair and a nervous look about him. He wore a scruffy shirt and jeans that looked too big for him.

I froze as he began to strip off his clothes until only his boxer briefs remained. I could see the prominent bulge of his member, and I noticed the head of his length peeking slightly above the waistband of his briefs. I bit my lip, unable to look away. When I heard him chuckle softly, I looked up at him. He had a mischievous grin on his face, one eyebrow arched.

Came a man's voice and I looked to see a tall man with short-cropped ginger hair; dressed in a blue blazer and black slacks. He jogged up to me and I smiled weakly as he stretched out his hand to help me up. I took his hand. "A'd advise no opened-toe bits around here." He smiled as I stood and dusted my clothes off. He moved to pick up the rest of my bags. "Ye have na idea how many girlies be breaking their shanks around here just because they like fancy bits." I was too embarrassed to say anything. All I could do was just stare with my mouth slightly open and pray a fly never flew in.