Hairy Men In Briefs Novels & Stories

The men are mostly in white loose pants and shorts, with Hawaiian transparent dress shirts, and caps. And the women on the other hand are clad in either maxi flowery dresses, or sleeveless dresses with various designs, and jumpsuits as well. To say I am nervous is an understatement. I am fidgeting with my sweaty hands and trying to sustain the inflow of oxygen into my lungs because I feel so out of place. And even though I did my best to look different, they might still recognize me as the rogue who was made a slave. But I want to see the stunning, breathtaking blue eyes of a certain man, even though it'd be no different from stepping into quicksand on the latter because he didn't invite me

Not that she cared about the playful slaps when she finally stumbled out into an open area with a clear view. An unbelievable sight met her eyes. Across from her, on a raised wooden dais, sat a huge man wearing some kind of animal head and cape. While he pounded at the carved wooden arm of his throne, a shriveled older man sat beside him in a smaller chair, smoking a pipe, wearing ? oddly enough ? faded cutoff jeans. On either side of the platform, and ringing it all around, were men. Lots and lots of men, their skin tanned, their hair long and dark, their bodies nude above the waist. She'd never seen so many abs in one place outside the movie 300. Forget the chiseled chests, though, they on

"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.

Why are we here? He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. 'Happy anniversary, baby. This is your gift. Tonight's all about you.' His eyes sparkled with mischief, and before I could press further, the curtain rustled again. Three men stepped in, and fuck, they were perfection. Shirtless, their torsos carved like marble...broad shoulders, defined pecs, abs that dipped into V-lines disappearing under tight black pants that did nothing to hide the bulges straining against the fabric. They wore polished shoes, and one pushed a silver trolley tray loaded with...oh god. Sex toys.

At that time, the two men on either side of him, being older, their penises were really big and wide, in which they had a lupine appearance, blue eyes so intense that they were mesmerizing, their red hair had white streaks. Being that their hair was faded on either side of their heads, they were muscular, strong, big, their penises were wide they were over 20 cm each, they were 2.10 tall, they were big men in all the senses. Both were on either side of him, caressing his belly, his abdomen and his whole semen-smeared body, Andreas had finger marks, hickeys and bite marks as far as he could see, finger marks on his thighs, Andreas realized there were pieces of lint from what was previously he

This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE! As the shorter man’s small cock is trying its hardest to make its way down my throat, barely reaching my tonsils, it looks as if the other four are ready for me now. One is walking over with the mesmerizing black horse hair flogger, the handle bound in a perfect wrapping of red and black leather while the second man grabs a scary pair of stainless-steel butterfly nipple clamps. The third has nothing but his beautifully, but only semi-hard 9-inch black cock. The fourth seems to be holding back, simp

He suddenly turned to me, and I snapped my gaze back to the hunters, avoiding his eyes. There were four men. Two of them with huge body sizes and the other two just the normal size. One of the huge guys was hairy, with a full beard, long black locs, and a weird mustache. The other was the complete opposite; he had a bald head and no beard, but he was covered in tattoos, and he had his right ear pierced. The first of the slim guys had short black hair, with a scar running from his eyes down to the top of his lips like a tear. His whole left arm was covered in tattoos of weird patterns, and his eyes were dark as if they brooded evil. The second of the slim guys was a bit different; he had a sh

The darkest ones amongst the strippers rock his hips into mine, making my eyes go owl-wide. Man, he's fucking hard. “Oh…no way…that's pretty hard…” I slur, my eyes whirling, head shaking as laughter bubbles from me in my tipsy haze. “Oh, yeah, baby…wanna see how hard it can be?” He asks, a hungry look in his gaze. Before I can respond, all three of them simultaneously rip off their briefs, and their big mandingo dicks spill out. Seeing that, I clasp my hands over my mouth, laughing as the crowd goes wild.

A meeting that was arranged by the secret Billionaire to secure the successful passage of the gay Acts bill. He had earlier changed his hair style, with a tight scene blue skirt, White sexy blowse with JEFSEXY crested behind. An arrangement has already been made as he made his through the back to public attention as this is a secret meeting with few gay lover's right at the government house.

-NIA'S POV- “As usual, we have the finest specimens for your harem.” Madam Cumberbatch announced, beckoning to the spikey brown-haired dude to send out the first three. “Billy Bob.” Following the woman’s orders, he retorted, “Get on up there!” The men roughly grabbed a fist full of our hair. My heart twisted in my chest. We wrestled against them as they dragged us into the spotlight despite our muffled screams and their cursing.