Hairy Men Novels & Stories

I am scared of what I may become, and what I may be forced to do. I do not stop sprinting even as they come into view, leaning against a tree and eyeing me hungrily. Two men. Great. I suddenly regret my choice of clothing... or rather, lack of it. One of them has a creepy wide grin on his face, his eyes a piercing black as if trying to reach to my soul. His skin is pale and ashy, and his clothes torn and dirty, with smudges of mud and what appears to be splotches of blood on them. His greased back hair looks like it has never been washed, and he smells so disgusting I fight the urge to gag. Bloody red crossed stitches climb his crooked neck, under his corruptive and perpetual grin. A raw, lo

How long have they been there? Both of the wolves shifted to reveal two large and terrifying men. Both had scars all over their chests and one had a scar on his temple. The one with the temple scar was bald and I could see the scars on the top of his head too. The other one had brown hair and grey eyes. Both of them were buck naked. I looked away, not wanting to see them anywhere you wouldn't casually see a person. "Shift," scar head growled. Lycer growled back.

Her cheeks were red and flustered. “Get up. Let's go home, you're a mess.” I commented, helping her get to her feet. We were already a mile away from our car when two men approached us. “Look at em’ two pretty ladies.” One with a bald head, an ugly posture, and a protruding stomach said, licking his lips. They were huge, but not as huge as the men back in the pack. “What’s your name?” the Black haired one who was taller asked with a filthy smile on his face.

He yanked open the door, raising the bat over his head— “Whoa!” “What the—” It was Kelly’s dad and Leah’s mom. My brother and I stuttered and blurted our way through a bunch of apologies for having almost assaulted them. Kelly’s father looked pissed, but just said, “Are the girls here?” I noticed then how disheveled he was. He was one of those guys that usually overdressed for everything. Neatly ironed shorts and a polo shirt on the beach. Khakis and a button-down anywhere else. A preppie, in other words. This evening, he was in his beachwear collection, but it was a mess. Wrinkled, dirty, a tear in one of the sleeves of his shirt. Then I noticed his hands. They were bloody.

I want to trace the V at his hips with my fingertips. I’m still hung up on the fact he has no hair on his body. Maybe it’s a cliché to think all men are hairy, but most bear shifters are. The fact Orrin isn’t; surprises me. Orrin is the King of his clan, so maybe he’s hairless because of some weird ritual. And that dick? Holy fuck! 'You really are naïve, Anja'. I’m not dumb, I’ve seen a cock before, not a real one, and never a man standing in front of me like this, but Orrin is huge!

The hairy man said, standing from where he sat. The men laughed uproariously at the suggestion, obviously mocking him. " You think five thousand will buy her?" They asked in amusement. The hairy man ignored them. " She is worth five hundred grand" " Ten thousand!" A female shouted. I looked around the room and spotted a woman standing at the corner near the wall. Her brownish blonde hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail.The men around were already discussing the matter among themselves, no doubt deciding which one would win me over, and also showing their disgust towards the woman.But I wasn't paying any attention to them anymore, the thought of a woman being my new master freaked me. Men m

These two women were in such a hurry that their clothes were torn in the process, amidst their growls. In the midst of this, couples threw themselves into the street, uncontrolled sex, naked, hairy, and completely fierce men growled at each other, starting an orgy. A group of hairy gay men started having group sex, where they called themselves bears, besides being big and hairy, they roared towards their partner, in which everyone there was taking turns and changing positions. In which everyone there forgot about modesty or cared about their libido.

“Leave the woman here, give me 1.5 million dollars, and break one of your legs along with both arms; then, you can leave.” Bam! The door was kicked open once again before the long-haired man managed to retort to Harvey. Around twenty men swarmed, accompanied by eight other people. The men were clad in exquisite leather suits, while the women wore extremely beautiful makeup. A sinister-looking young man with ear piercings stood in the middle of the crowd. He had slicked-back hair, and held an expensive cigar in his hand. He had an extremely dominant expression as he occasionally blew out puffs of smoke.

He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack. I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is

The two of them widened their eyes and looked around to see any route we could pass but we had no choice leaving the chance to wait for them to stop the commotion so that we could pass them. The women split in half spatting out three men. On the left side is a tall man with pointed nose, white skin,and slightly curly hair. In the middle is a confident and tall man with muscular body, pointed nose, styled hair and beautiful adams apple shape. I shifted my eyes to the last man which made me regret it in a second. I roll my eyes at him and he smirked. I gulped because he saw what I did. I looked at him again just like what I did yesterday. From afar I notice his sharp features, messy hair that