Hairy Men In Briefs Novels & Stories

The padded booth was blood red, even beneath the colorful lights. I came to a halt, unable to breathe as I drank in the specimen of pure male. Broad shoulders strained against a perfectly pressed dress shirt the color of shadows. His slacks, a few shades darker, showed off every inch of his powerful thighs. My heart fluttered hard enough to alert my wolf. Thick hair, long enough to run my fingers through, hung over his forehead. The sides and back were shaved short in a fade that looked soft to the touch. Standing on either side of him were two men. The three of them had such blinding similarities that they had to be brothers, or possibly even triplets.

I noticed a lot of men who were lagging back moved closer to the stage as soon as they emerged and it wasn’t rocket science as to why. The only clothing or should I say a patch of clothing covering the two was just a small triangular-shaped leather patch, hiding their nipples. The G-string they wore only covered their crotches. The rest of them were on total display and what a display! Their curves were sculptured to perfection. Anna's porcelain skin, and Tamika’s dark tone, shone beautifully in the dimly lit room, and the men loved it! I watched keenly, and at a point even attempted to count the amount of 100 dollar bills thrown onto the stage.

Ivy asks, wrapping her arms around me with concern. Up to then, I didn’t realize that tears were running down my cheek. I wipe them angrily as I gather my bikini sarong and wrap it around me furiously before I slip into my heels. Jade mutters to both women explaining what is happening. I’m about to turn to the lockers when the men appear. It’s as if all the noise in the room fades. People stop to watch as all six men stroll into the center of the room. Sighs and catcalls follow their procession. Some men give them hard stares while others look at them in admiration. All of them are in jeans and button-down shirts. Their hard bodies and handsome faces hypnotizing the crowd.

My thoughts race as I take in my surroundings. Women move through the crowd carrying trays and serving drinks, dressed in revealing outfits—some wearing nothing more than panties, bras, and fishnet stockings. Yet each one of them has thick fur draped over their shoulders. I can see their breath misting in the air whenever they speak. The men, however, are fully clothed. Most wear heavy robes trimmed with fur around the collar, while others sport sleeveless tunics with plunging necklines that leave their powerful physiques on display. They all look different. Some have long braided hair and thick mustaches. Others have closely cropped hair, while a few are completely bald. But they all share

Even seated Sethlzaar knew them to be the tallest men in the room and perhaps the biggest. While everyone wore cloths that did a good job of covering them, these men wore scant clothing, baring their chests and arms with the only cloth worn over their torn trousers being a jacket made of what could or could not have been wolf's pelt. And their brown beards, braided at odd angles, outgrew the hair on their head and could have probably swallowed Sethlzaar's fore arm.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

Beautiful didn’t even describe the woman at all. Behind her was a blonde that looked like he jumped out of a surfing billboard. He wore a loose white button-down shirt but hung open, exposing his perfect chest and abs with a pair of baggie shorts and flip-flops. Next to him was another man, taller and darker. He just seemed to scream bad news all over him.

Joyce and I would survive tonight. The men burst into laughter. They released Joyce and stood up to face me. They were much thicker than the guy I ran into in my house. They were broader, wider, but just as ugly. One had long shaggy blonde hair, while the other two had short auburn hair. All three have never seen a shower. They were covered in dirt and blood. I prayed silently to the moon Godess that help was nearby.

I winked before setting to get off their boots and then reaching for the button on their shorts. I was curious what sort of underwear Sage would have. I opt for none, but that’s just me. The shorts are a tad too short for regular boxers, but given that Sage doesn’t strictly dress according to either gender norm, the possibilities are endless. I licked my lips as I tugged the denim down, Sage lifting their hips to assist, to reveal black men’s boyshorts featuring cutesy frogs with rainbow mushrooms for hats. I could say men’s because they were obviously designed to accommodate a cock and balls. It was an interesting choice, though I was more interested in what was under them. “I wasn’t exactl

"What the fuck does that mean!?" "Mhmmm," He hummed in her ear, nodding towards the two naked men. "It isn't a big surprise they are good at it, is it?" Tara's eyes betrayed her and looked they were both hung like bulls, their cocks thick and heavily veined with testicles hanging like stones beneath them. Roy tightened his grip as Tara began to struggle again. "Haha, I guess you like what you see then, hmmm?" "No! They're they're disgusting!" But Tara stared at their members still. She caught her mouth slightly open, breathing hard. So did Roy.