Sit Hug Novels & Stories

He looks so handsome, how could somebody be this perfect? “Hey!” I say excitedly as I give him a hug. One thing I noticed about him is that he is quite a hugger. His hugs are awesome; they are warm and he has the ability to make you feel safe once he wraps his arms around you. I would never admit out loud that every time I see him, I get excited to receive one of his hugs. Is it weird that my mood gets a lot better the moment I see him? Why would that happen?

Possibly the most comfortable thing in a very long time. When he’d asked to hug me — I just like the way you smell — my lungs had done something embarrassing and immediate that I was going to call relief because I didn’t have a better word ready. But there was the problem that had always been the problem — the compression, the secret, the thing that a hug might find. I wore the compression shirts always, and at night I loosened them slightly to breathe, and a hug in that state was not something I could manage without managing it extremely carefully, and I hadn’t been prepared to do that in the moment. So I’d said no.

Hugo said, as if answering the look of doubt in Hera's eyes. "If it hurts, stop." Hugo decided to nod. Whereupon he began to direct his possession to Hera's, which had been wet. Slowly beginning to enter the coitus that would be their home. "Hold back a little, yes." Even though it was only the tip, Hera was already wincing. "Ugh!" Hugo tried to be as gentle as possible, but it was very difficult. Besides being too small or because hers was too big, Hera herself looked uncomfortable.

Oh fuck my life, I didn't even know he was once married. I was speechless and he was quiet. He looks as though he has a lot on his mind, I also do but I wonder what he's going through. "We need four hugs a day for survival," He turns to look at me amused at my sudden statement but I just continue. "Eight hugs a day for maintenance and twelve hugs a day for growth. Sure you still don't want a hug?" Stretching my hands far apart, I wait as his eyes searches mine. It's written all over his face he's not used affection like this so I scoot closer to him, my arms still wide apart.

I thoughtlessly asked as we grabbed each other in a casual hug. I breathed deeply as I felt my hands slide around his t-shirt and over his back. One arm over, one arm under. The hug was about three full seconds, reasonably long for a ‘straight’ guy-to-guy hug. It felt much longer though. My hands lingered as my fingertips lightly slid over his right shoulder blade while my left hand rested on his lower back, subtly pulling his hips closer to mine.

I didn't want to let go of that hug. [][][][]