Hairy Straight Guys Novels & Stories

Jayler suddenly asked pointing towards Timothy and Bradey. “Oh, Timothy and Bradey are both straight.” I replied straightforwardly. “Oh,” “And straights like them, they are called allies.” “Allies?” “Yep, straight people who support the community. Look around you, even if this is a gay club, there are still a lot of straight people here who enjoy drag shows.” “That’s pretty damn cool.” Jayler looked around and then redirected his attention back to me. “I didn’t know Timothy and Bradey are straight all this time.”

“We're all gay and over ninety eight percent of us here are straight and just a handful of us here prefer to be penetrated and so we travel Miles just to get a perfect match before our sexual desires can be satisfied.” "We can't come out openly for the passage of this bill until there are diverse forms of public awareness and opinions and we are going to use you at the forefront of this campaign and we have all the necessary secret backing you will ever need.” They explained to Jefsexy who is already full of excitement as his dreams are gradually coming to reality without Peter Jackson.

My eyes working slowly, analyzing. Short black hair. Long sleeves. Broad, squared shoulders. Black pants. My brain seemed not to be working fine for a moment. Hold on. I rescanned the features of this person again. Up to down. And it clicked. That is a guy? A guy? Stiles is receiving— Is Beta Stiles… Gay?

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

he wiggles his brows, smirking while the nerves came kicking with force. “Oh God, here we go,” I grumbled under my breath. “We don’t have to do-“ I stopped myself when I see the warning look on his face. “Mr Stark, it can get a little bushy down there. Like nasty bush. I don’t want you to see,” I said pulling my legs together. I winced then. “I mean, it’s prickly, so I’m probably exaggerating, but you get my point,” Mr Stark crosses his arms, raising a brow at me. He’s giving me the ‘really?’ look. “I was rambling,” I mumbled apologetically, my eyes roaming his body. I should ask him to get rid of the shorts as well. “Mr Stark, do you like hairy vaginas?” I blurted; my eyes still glued to hi

That was so fucking terrifying! Andy raised her shoulders in a light shrug, “I don't know, maybe it was because he turned the straightest guys I know in college gay,” He said with a smile. The waitress came over and took their orders. Andy ordered pasta and Lincoln did the same. Lincoln gave him a puzzled look, “What do you mean turned straight guys gay? You don't just turn people gay that's something people are born with.”

I noticed his black hair was waxed up towards the sky, he looks like a teenager from the 19s, Char. "You'll scare the gays off." He added. Clay and Jero then stood beside him staring at me, like they are thinking of what they're going to do to me, or my hair. "Gays?." I lifted one of my brows. "Yeah, few girls managed to enter but gays are many." Rald just gave a useless info. Like I care. "Even better," I talked back and move my feet towards the door. I felt their hands slipped down to my shoulders and pulled me back. "We don't think so..." "Yamero!"