Bear Nude Men Novels & Stories

She repeated staring at him. “Clothing will create a drag underwater,” he explained. “Do not fear, nudity is quite normal amongst my people.” He put the rope back onto the tiller and began to undress. “Shit,” Lyric realised that they were going to jump off the moving boat and hastily began to strip off her shoes and clothing. She kept her underwear on. Going fully nude was just too much, she decided. Niarthen did not comment, accepting the compromise. They met in the center of the boat, sitting on the bench seating and facing each other. He held her eyes and smiled. “It will be alright, Lyric,” he told her. “Come here.”

Then another voice. And the unmistakable rhythm of a bed hitting a wall. I froze. No. No way. This could not be my life already. I pushed the door open. And there they were. Three completely naked men tangled on the bed like a live action billboard for bad decisions. Muscles everywhere. Tattoos everywhere. Sweat everywhere. One of them was definitely upside down. I didn’t even know people could bend like that. My jaw dropped so hard it almost cracked. The guy on top looked over his shoulder, still moving, raised a brow at me and smirked like he was saying welcome home.

I glance out the window—and my breath hitches. There, near a clearing by the side of the road, is a group of men—no, gods disguised as men. Shirtless, glistening with sweat, their muscles ripple as they chop wood and move heavy logs like it’s nothing. Their hair ranges from sun-bleached blonde to jet black, tousled in ways that could make a magazine cover. They’re ridiculously attractive. The bus erupts into a mix of whistles and giggles. Even some of the women sitting next to their partners can’t resist leaning closer to the window.

Then I slowly peeled the tight black dress off my body, letting it pool at my feet. I stood completely naked in front of six men and my best friends — my huge tits heavy and nipples hard, my pussy already glistening with arousal. They stared at me like wolves. “On the bed,” another man said.

A pair of loose navy boxers hang low on his hips. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Can you come outside for a while, I wanna try something. And you won't need any clothes." Leaving the door open he walks out. With a sigh I stand up from the window seat and pull my shirt over my head. I still didn't like being semi-naked around the guys—or the girls—but they'd seen me butt naked several times now and no one had ever said anything. They couldn't, they were naked too some times. The good thing about the guys was they weren't like normal guys, they didn't perve all the time, I guess they had gotten used to seeing girls naked by now.

They didn't get angry or aggressive. "Nakedness is not something to hide, Kess," the Black man said, his voice slow and comforting. "It is a free gift of nature to the world. Your body is meant to be displayed, not trapped under heavy cloth. It is beautiful. We all are beautiful. There is no shame here." "I can't let you touch me," I retorted weakly, my voice was shaking. The sight of their thick, throbbing cocks so close to me was making my inner thighs feel heavy and damp.

Theo doesn't stop, licking me through the orgasm until I'm pushing at his head, too sensitive to take more. "One down." Banks is unbuckling his belt with steady hands. "Many more to go. We're just getting started." They strip efficiently, all four of them, shirts and jeans hitting the floor without ceremony. Suddenly I'm surrounded by naked men. Cocks everywhere I look, hard and waiting for me. Banks is the biggest, thick and veined, intimidating in the best way. Marcus is long and curved slightly to the left. Theo is perfectly proportioned, pretty like the rest of him. Dev is uncut, the head peeking from his foreskin, already leaking precum.

One of them morphs into a man and steps forward. "Halt! State your names, pack, and reason for trespassing our territory." The buff guy speaks in a heavy accent. He is standing there stark naked and I am silently praying that May will not wake up to this. Even though nakedness is a part of us, May has never been comfortable with it. Back home, the guys know that they have adjusted now. No one struts around naked after they shift back to their human form. Unfortunately, fate is not favoring me today, it seems. My mate starts stirring in my arms and I know that she might just wake up.

Sloughing off their skins, they were reborn as throbbing, living spirits. Ragged, primal breaths tore from our lungs. Three naked women stood side-by-side upon the scorching sand. The breasts and crotches of three women, having endured different years of oppression, were exposed explicitly under the daylight in a breathtaking display of exhibitionism. The feral man, watching this mesmerizing spectacle of flesh, stripped off his worn hemp clothes in a single, brutal motion. A copper-muscled nude body as massive as a mountain. Exuding a terrifying aura of virility between his thighs, a blood-red, heavy girth—reared as thick as a forearm—dangled imposing.

My nipples were still tight from the club and the walk and the way both of them were looking at me. Marcus made a low sound in his throat. “Fuck, baby doll.” Jarek’s eyes dropped to my chest, then lower, to the way the borrowed shorts sat low on my hips. “Shorts too.” I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and shoved them down. They hit the floor. I stepped out of them barefoot and completely naked in front of the two men who had almost lost me less than eight hours ago. Marcus reached me first. His hands settled on my waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above my hips. “You walked around that club like this? No panties, soaked for a woman you’d never met?”