Hairy Men Novels & Stories

A man with loose shirt steps out of the shadow followed with a skinny one with spiky hair. "Miss, we never knew that you are so impatient to meet us, brothers." The spiky haired man said while his gaze rakes my body up and down that successfully earn an unconscious shiver of disgust to run down my skin. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at them. Who would want to meet them on the street, perhaps police officers? Are they nuts? From the looks of it, they are just troublemakers, who has yet to experience the world or maybe they are too coop up on their own little world.

Maxim is standing next to Bastien and five other scary men I have never seen before. They’re all dressed in black. There are two standing with long back hair; they are tall and huge with biceps the size of my head. One is perched on the arm of the one-seater next to Maxim; he has short-cropped blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and a scary aura altogether. Just looking at him sends a shiver down my spine. The other two are focused on what Maxim is saying, they both seem muscular, of average height, and have the same type of scar going down the side of their faces. Cold gray eyes focused and listening intently to the Beta.

I put my hand to my mouth to stifle a cry My dream man appears in each of the miniatures, with dozens of women; each one different from the other. There are brunettes, blondes, redheads, Latinas, Asians, chestnuts, slim, others not so much; And you don't have to click on each of those videos to know that they all have something in common: they fuck wildly and passionately with the man I know as Daniel Ansdell. “I'm sorry Harper, I really didn't want you to...” I hear Henry's voice from behind me. There is a lot of heartbreak in him.

” A man who wears a Viking helmet which horns look like sharp blades said. “Carz, the tiger.” A man in tiger motive kimono said. “Darz, the rabbit.” A long-haired woman in a white coat and white high heels said. “Garz, the horse.” A gigantic man in a grey T-shirt and 4 swords akimbo said. “Irz, the monkey.” A man in a shabby T-shirt and ripped jeans said. “Jarz, the rooster.” A man who wears goggles and red fur pullover said.

His hands showed no mercy, and neither did his lips. He took off his shirt, revealing that masculine, well-built torso. I can’t wait for the day I finally get numb to this feeling. The hot, intense rush that stiffened my dick every time I saw his body. I liked hairy men. They made me weak in the knees. And I hated that he had exactly that — dark hair trailing from his chest down to his waistband. He was well into his thirties, giving his muscles that certain mature tone only older men seemed to possess.

The bulge suggested that he was well-hung. Third was an olive-skinned man of average height, dark hair with a matching goatee. He had a good build, you might call it a swimmer's body, with a hairy chest, arms and legs. Not as hairy as Wilson, but hairier than most men Tim had seen. Next was a short Latino man, well-built, with short hair and a bushy moustache, modestly hairy body, and a huge bulge in his jockstrap. Finally, there was another well-built white guy, taller than the other four, buzz cut, stubbly face, average body hair.

The light from the lanterns further confirmed my suspicions about how bright his red hair really was. To the right of them was a group of five men. They were, of course, all tall, but the similarities stopped there. The first one, standing closes to Dustin, had short curly caramel brown hair and nicely tanned skin, the second man had paler skin with a shaved head, but a thick brown beard, then there was another light skinned man with a blonde buzz cut, a man with olive skin and straight black hair that stopped at his jawline. The last man in the row had shaggy dark brown hair and his skin was the darkest tan out of all of them. He looked like he just spent a week straight on the beach in

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 turned 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?

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.