Albert Flamingo Shirtless Novels & Stories

Alonso quickly takes off his T-shirt, and I gulp as I stop the movement of my hand. I've seen him without a shirt on before at the pool, but I didn't give myself the chance to admire him fully. The man was sculpted by a master, his muscles tightly packed underneath olive skin. There's a tattoo of a football on his left pectoral with the number three woven through it. My eyes drop to his jeans when he unbuttons it, and he takes it off along with his boxers, leaving him gloriously naked before me. I almost hyperventilate as his cock juts proudly upwards, the veins protruding angrily upwards to a large bulbous head.

All through, Jenny stared at him confusion, shock and anger all swarming in her eyes at once. "Why are you taking this lightly when these photos are circulating round the internet??" She asked angrily. Albert's lips pursed like he didn't know what to say. His silence irritated Jenny to the core and she moved over to where he stood. She grabbed his clothes and pulled him downwards to face her. "Because of those damned photos, my image has been ruined and everyone sees me as another one of your damned flings!!" She yelled. "But you aren't a fling to me. You're my mate." He corrected.

I replied confidently. Angela gave a sharp smirk. “Okay! And if you lose, Alvaro has to be mine again!” “What the hell is this?!” A deep voice suddenly boomed, causing us to instantly turn toward the source of the sound. Alvaro was standing there wearing only shorts, shirtless. Sweat drenched his muscular body—maybe he’d just finished working out. And unfortunately, seeing him like that sent my mind reeling, reminding me of last night’s steamy encounter.

Good, serves him right, though I’d prefer it if I was the reason he was writhing in pain. Soon a crowd is forming. The whole training group has gathered to see the show and I’m not enjoying once again being the centre of attention. Beta Lark walks over to Atlas and holds out a pair of workout shorts. I watch, mesmerized as Atlas soon shifts back into Alden, but I quickly avert my eyes to avoid seeing my Alpha in all his naked glory – no matter how tempting the idea may be. When I look back he’s in his shorts and I breathe a sigh of relief. 'You’re no fun,' Alma sulks.

And when I managed to put it on, the fire was too strong, and I wonder how odd that if I turn it low the fire would went off on its own and I needed to lit it up again. So I kept the fire at a maximum, but ended up burning everything that I fried. Before I could finished, Alpha Zero is already down in the kitchen with me. He got up early too. Standing closed to the door frame of the kitchen, topless. I was totally distracted to see him with just his sweat pants on, exposing his eight packs, hard flat stomach and the v part where his lower abs and obliques meet, i could not help but stare at him and find it really difficult to hide my cheeks that is burning red.

He didn't respond to Flamingo's question as he walks to Eda's side and pull her up like a gentle man. He is shoeless and only wore his long trousers. Thus his hands and tattoos were revealed, alongside his broad back and all. Despite the awkward situation Arlene couldn't help but get mesmerized by this powerful man who had risen. She noticed he held himself high and gracefully. She could see he is caution on stepping around. She noticed his toes were a little up high as though he do not wish to step on the floor barefooted. " Who are you freak? What the hell are you doing with my wife? " Flamingo repeated angrily and Maximo cocked up an eyebrow.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

He just needed to be worthy of Karina. So, washing all the dirt off her, Alberto began to raise her t-shirt. Seeing that she didn’t resist, he took it off. Leaving the t-shirt on a rock, he put his arm around Karina and stretched his fingers to clasp her vanilla colored bra. Karina craned her neck in disapproval, not understanding his actions. “Do you want to go out on the street this way?” Alberto asked her with a smirk, and Karina shook her head. “Well then, don’t resist, babe.”

But I tried to hide it so I wouldn't embarrass her. Ally's swimsuit was a lot more conservative. It was a chocolate brown, one-piece suit. It covered her appropriately. The only questionably "non-conservative" aspect of it was the fact that it only had one shoulder. But I did have to admit, it looked super cute on her. And she was clearly excited about it.

“Please.” Jaden quickly worked up all the way to the highest button, leaving that one open on purpose. “There you go.” Alfie looked down at the small part of his chest that was still visible. “I feel exposed.” “You just ran out there with no t-shirt.” “I know… but this feels a lot more sexual.” Alfie brought his hand up, pulling the t-shirt even lower exposing quite a lot of his muscular chest. “You never wear something like this.” “That’s because I don’t have as much to show off.” Jaden chuckled. “Look in the mirror. Do you like it?”