Hairy Men Novels & Stories

An older woman came down the stairs, and I couldn't have been happier to see an adult. “Sam, Sunny, what did I say about letting strangers into the house?" She said looking at me. One of the boys spoke up, “You didn't say anything about not letting them in, if they gave us money." They waved the hundred dollar bills I gave them and smiled widely at their mum. They looked like a handful. She just shook her head and turned back to me. “I'm Aunt Kathy. Who are you?" “Hugh.... Hugh Jacob. Beta, Blood Moon Pack."

I couldn’t finish what I was saying before a menacing voice cut me off. “Well, if it isn’t Harper Rae. It is an honor to be in the presence of the Luna of the Foul Moon Pack. Isn’t it boys?” I looked to see a greasy looking man who looked to be in his early thirties leap over the wall of the garden. He had shoulder length light brown hair and crooked teeth. He was followed by two other men. They looked younger around mine and Harper’s age both with short black hair. They could have been brothers. They were completely nude due to just shifting back into their human forms. You could tell modesty wasn’t something what bothered them. “What business do you have within the borders of my territory?

the man said loudly. I'm right. A bloody man stopped in front of me, with a large wound in his neck and a stab wound to the chest. Even so, the man still looks strong. I held my breath as I looked at him and the strange creatures behind him. This is a group of men who look different. It has large horns, they are naked, their skin is red, and saliva drips from their large mouths with large teeth. Is t-that… W-What?! N-No way!

These weren't humans. The circle stopped, the engines idling low. A man on a black Harley rolled forward. He was enormous, his shoulders broad enough to block out the moon. His hair was a wild, silver-streaked mane, and a scar ran from his temple to his jaw, disappearing into a thick beard. "Cane," the big man rumbled. "I thought I smelled something rotting in the wind. I didn't think you’d be stupid enough to return to the border. Not after what happened last time."

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

Before we could even look around, hands were on us. Four men—big, rough, no nonsense. One had a shaved head and a scar across his cheek. Another was covered in thick, dark tattoos that crawled up his neck. The third was lean but corded with muscle, cock already leaking. The fourth was the biggest—easily six-five, arms like tree trunks, cock so thick it looked painful even soft. They didn’t speak. They just moved.

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.

In a flick I stood up, pivoting to see the faces of these men but my breathing got caught in my throat immedately once my eyes fell on the most beautiful honey coloured and deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. I was taken aback for a split second and I couldnt even talk. These men-- are they even men or they were Greek gods? They looked extremely handsome. One had scarlet red hair, it was so reddish like blood whilst the other had an extremely silver coloured hair that looked like it was made from the finest soft silk. Both men had their hairs cascading down their shoulders with high cheek bones and sharp jawline, full eyebrows and extremely soft, red sensual lips not to mention they were so f

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

I don't even know what he said. “Ha? Can you repeat that again?” The old guy gave me a weird look then realized something. “Ibig…ay I mean… uhm, you, Aria?” He gestured his index finger to me. Ahh, now I get it. “Yes, I am Aria, and you are?” “Uh, Ansel, just Ansel, haha.” He laughed. Weird. “I'm your papa… you know? papa butler, hehe,” he confusely stated.