Hairy Men In Briefs Novels & Stories

Controlled, restrained hunger. “Completely,” he said. My pulse slammed in my neck. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband, tugging slowly, never breaking eye contact. Then I shoved the briefs down and stepped out of them, the chains rattling against the floor. Naked and Cuffed, on full display. His gaze swept down my body with the precision of a man cataloging evidence. Not lustful, not yet—but with a hint of possessiveness? Almost like he was measuring how much of me he owned.

I smile too, but that smile soon disappears when, in one quick snag, he takes off his shirt and trousers. A jolt shoots through me and ripples in my core when my eyes are graced with his hairy, muscular chest and well-defined abs. Now, he's in only black briefs, and I swear the front of the briefs looks like there's a big snake hidden inside. Is he hard? Is that him soft? Oh God, I know he's well-hung, twelve fucking inches, but why does it look even bigger now? Surely he must be uncomfortable carrying that around. And look at those thick, hairy thighs!

Or did she even remember that her daughter was waiting for her reply for half an hour already. Given that, I was about to call her again, when a guy in his early 30s popped up in front of me. My heart jumped with shock. What the hell did this man come from? “Hello po, ikaw po ba si Aria?” he asked. Oh, he must be the butler. Speaking of his suit and posture, not to judge, he looks like a driver, I guess? But instead of answering, I didn't. I don't even know what he said.

The musicians warmed up on the stage, strumming a lingering melody. The friends had to get up from their seats and go closer to the center of the hall. So at least you could see something. On a low stage, five men dressed in leather prepared to perform. All with long hair: some had it in a ponytail or covered with a bandana, while others hung like icicles near their faces. - If a half-naked girl comes out now and starts dancing with a snake, we make legs. We ended up in a vampire bar, Lily laughed.

Nudity was natural to me but not to the people who lived around here! I moved through the water into the curtain of sheltering branches of a weeping willow. Just in time too, as the two men who belonged to the voices came into view at the edge of the pond. They were staggering a bit and one appeared to have a beer bottle in his hand. In the meager light the only thing I could tell was that one was slightly taller, they were both dark headed, and they were built, muscular and strong. In my mind I named them Shorter and Taller. I struggled not to giggle. I quietly listened as the shorter one started disrobing.

All were human; at least their skin was of a normal, familiar tone. But then, she found out seconds later that these half-naked fellows had tails. Was that a wolf tail? And that fair-haired man had a tiger's tail too. She began to count, and her face paled. 10 men of ten different species. Excluding the wolf and tiger shifters, there was a dragon, lion, panther, demon, fox, horse, rabbit, and even a crocodile shifter. Each of them was wearing a brown loincloth. They were breathtakingly handsome, shredded, and sexy.

”There can be only one way to find out,” I sniffed in, grabbing the rope before carefully wrapping it around my waist while they pulled me out. Standing before me were five ancient men whose skin was painted with mud as a camouflage. They had an intimidating height with broad shoulders and their chest bare, revealing their strong abs with sweat rolling down the contours. Their eyes were a mixture of gray and black; I couldn’t tell which was more domineering. Bound around their waist were sack clothes and some animal skin, probably from a leopard, judging from the print. I never thought people like this still existed but before me was a piece of glaring evidence they did. I swallowed hard, re

Lucien said, his words stroking each of my nipples and my cunt. Then they started stripping themselves naked. Their shirts came off first, exposing their strong, sexy abs covered in tattoos. Then they unbuckled their belts, letting their pants pool at their feet. Their cocks were so thick, pressing hard against the blue Calvin Klein briefs they were wearing. I swallowed hard, hungrily, as I stared at the sheer size of them. Damn… I missed these cocks so much. At the same time, their fingers gripped the bands of their briefs and pulled them down.

Hіѕ ѕkіn іѕ a deep tаn undеr thе white hіgh quality соttоn. Thеrе’ѕ nоt a hаіr on his сhеѕt, аnd his nіррlеѕ аrе ѕmаll аnd pink. There are no tattoos on this mаn; juѕt thе ѕсеnt of еxреnѕіvе аftеrѕhаvе. I ѕlоwlу rеmоvе the ѕhіrt and wаіt. He’s lеft іn his раntѕ nоw, but hе stops my hands as I reach fоr thеm.

“Get away.” The man in the lead, the one who’d been calling out to us, raises his hands in surrender, but his pale cornflower blue eyes scan my battered face then my body. He has bright, golden blond hair and a deep tan, but his cheeks are ruddy from the harsh sun. His companion, a man in his mid-to-late twenties, has dark skin and long, softly curling, but insanely thick, black hair he has tied back in a loose bun that brushes his shoulders. His eyes are as dark brown as mine. Both men are similarly dressed in billowing, creamy white poet shirts and snug pants that taper at the ankles. They look like… characters from a book I used to read as a kid. Pirates.