Hairy Men Novels & Stories

They sounded like giant drums. One by one, they came into the room. Five men. Meeting the Giants Lily’s mouth fell open. She had never seen men like this. In her town, the men were normal. These men were not normal. They were all huge. They were all over six feet tall, with shoulders so wide they almost blocked the light. First was Jax. He wore a black suit that cost a lot of money. He had dark hair and eyes that looked like they could see through her clothes. He was the leader.

Harry had always been a horny, feral young man, his insatiable appetite for sex never seeming to be fully satiated. At eighteen, he was a tall, athletic figure with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress every woman he looked at. His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones.

One had curly brown hair, maple-colored eyes, and freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. The markings would have seemed boyish had it not been for the chiseled jaw and jacked body. The other man was blond with green eyes. His hair was shaved on both sides with the rest piled in a tight man bun on top. He grinned at something the other man said and damn did he have great teeth. Both men were well over six feet. What was it with these lycans? Were they really all this hot? Honestly it should be illegal to house this many gorgeous faces and hot bodies under one roof. I wondered how anyone ever got any work done. As if on cue, the two walked over to where I sat.

Teresa instructed me before hurrying away. The laughter of men from the room made me stretch out from behind the wall to peep at the ongoing activity in there. Oh shit! In the room were armed men in biker's outfit; black boots with jeans and a close-fitting leather jacket with zip and shiny studs. Virtually every one of them were bald and had a red skull tattooed on the side of their face. Fvcking scary if you ask me. They appeared to be laughing at Lily who was standing in front of a seated man.

The tiny hairy man made his way into the old garage, through the miniature door in the back. Knocking on the door thrice before undoing the four locks on it, he was faced with two muscular men who looked much like him, only about three heads taller. “Beast,” one of the two greeted, the other simply nodding, eyes flashing reverence as he bucked his head at the short man. “How’s the girl?” the tiny guy asked with his incredibly low voice.

He was barely familiar yet his scent was unique like a call of something wild, Harry realized that the man was a werewolf and a powerful one. He also approached the horse carriage, not sure where his help was needed. His attention was drawn to the wagon and the two men. Behind them were dozens of men in a peasant tunic, and almost everyone was gigantic and hairy. Are they a pack of werewolves? He thought to himself.

But oddly, they didn’t. Instead, the men all bowed their heads in submission. As the wolf stepped off the man, shifting without a thought to his nudity. He was tall, wiry but certainly muscular with almond skin, rich curly black hair, an electric blue mohawk, and a rectangular face with deep sapphire blue eyes. I kept my eyes on his face, still ready for a fight.

I nodded a bit and was about to continue walking when I heard a voice. "How about playing with us?" It says. We quickly turned around to see who that person was, and then we saw three guys with their black clothes, smirking at us. I looked at them from head to toe. One has red hair, cool but it doesn't suit his skin color. One has a black hair, and I think he is the most handsome guy among the two and the other one has blonde hair, and for a guy, he is small. Are they wolves? A rogue specifically?

Saffron hadn't gotten the time to react to the light when she caught sight of a figure chained to pillars in front of her. The hairy figure had two hands and two legs… it was certainly a human-like creature.… it was covered in thick black hair and it wasn’t wearing clothes. Even so, it’s private parts weren’t visible. It’s head was down and his long and untidy hair cascaded down, covering its face. The hairy creature slowly raised its head. As if it was suddenly hit with something, it threw its head back, feeling agitated. It aggressively roared and started pulling the strong chains with great strength.

I need help. I'm halfway across the clearing when the door opens. Four men step onto the porch. They're all big, the kind of big that comes from physical labor rather than gyms. Dark hair, sharp features, bodies that move with an animal grace that makes something primal in my brain sit up and take notice. The tallest one steps forward. He's got silver threading through his black hair and eyes that seem to glow in the fading light. When he speaks, his voice carries across the clearing with effortless authority.