Bear Nude Men Novels & Stories

I could feel the sweat starting to trickle down between my boobs before I'd even started walking toward the water. I was so looking forward to going in for a dip, but I noticed once I stepped onto the beach, there were so many people crowded near the shoreline, I couldn't see anywhere to lay out my towel. I also thought it was pretty wild that all of them were naked, till I remembered hearing something about it being Nude Day today, which explained why everyone seemed so relaxed about exposing themselves.

Still in a dreamlike state, I watched in awe, my senses experiencing overload. Uncle Oliver set me down and I stood still, taking it all in while the guys removed their shirts and dove right in. They splashed around giggled like a bunch of school children. I stood and watched, momentarily forgetting about my problems. Nate called over to me, daring me to jump in. “I didn’t bring my bathing suit!” I yelled back. “Just take all your clothes off. We don’t care,” Nate shouted. I could have. All the men had seen me naked, although I doubted they each knew that. Still, I needed a cold shower. I was sweaty and horny, and I think I smelled like sex. I took off my backpack and crawled in, clothes an

Then the fourth man, a blond guy with a lean build, started pulling off his swim trunks without hesitation. His cock sprang free, already hardening as he looked at her. “I’m not waiting around. Those tits are insane. I’m here to fuck her too.” One by one, the other three men followed. Lauren watched as they stripped naked right in front of her, their cocks exposed and growing stiff. Her mouth fell open in disbelief. “Wait… what? You’re all just… getting naked? Here?” Her voice cracked with surprise, her arms still trying to cover her chest.

Even in this chilly weather, some of the younger guys, at least, would swim, coming out with their hands over their groins to hide their cold-shriveled dicks. Werewolves didn’t have a lot of modesty. I’d skinny-dipped plenty of times with the whole pack, including my great-aunt and a bunch of kids, and never thought anything of it, just like they didn’t. Nudity in human skin or in fur didn’t bother anyone. But no guy wanted everyone seeing his junk after immersion in forty-degree water. They’d have thermoses of coffee to pass around. Luke, Ian’s and my other closest crony, would always have a bottle of cheap bourbon.

During pack runs the women were to shift while the men did in a different area before they would meet up to run. Now this giant, godlike man is walking closer to me, completely naked as I feel the heat from his body as he gets closer making it feel as if I can't breathe.

Yryhnna would always be the most beautiful of all, but her beauty made her the most vulnerable at the same time. "We'll be fine tonight," Yryhnna reassured, her face taking on a challenging, stern, protective expression. As we emerged from the sea, we walked naked for a couple more thousands and pulled out Yryhnna's black leather skirt and white pants to dress ourselves. They were dry, only our hair and bras were wet. These bags were truly magical, allowing you to keep any belongings you wanted dry once you surfaced. We walked naked, careful not to be seen by any curious onlookers on the beach. The naked body was the most beautiful thing a woman could have, but humans were modest and only sh

I strip off my tank top and unbutton my jeans to shimmy them off my hips. I never mince moments when I’m undressing to shift, because the moment I’ve made the choice to do it, I’m raring to go. But as I step out of my blue jeans, I realize all three men are standing still, watching me. Nudity is a fact of life in shifter culture. I could walk around pack lands in the buff without blinking an eye, surrounded by dozens of other naked friends.

People were everywhere—soaking in the pools, lounging on ledges, or sitting on heated stone benches. And everyone was naked. Men, women, the elderly, and warriors. They were all bare, wet, and completely unashamed. I saw a group of men laughing as they washed each other's backs with rough sponges. Women floated with their eyes closed, their breasts bobbing at the surface of the water. In a shadowed pool in the far corner, I saw three people tangled together—a woman and two men. Her back was arched, her mouth open in a silent gasp as they moved against her.

A group of fat, hairy men in bear masks were making out in the backyard, the so-called club of bears, who were having fun in broad daylight, exposed holes seen by everyone from every position. One of the most famous immemorial moments, was the sex orgy of a nursing home, which became famous, but due to an uncontrolled sex session, where initially, a series of groups of elderly people of different ages, who did not seem able to have nothing hard, apart from a series of softened skins.

That direction was clearly where the earth vein was located. The four men’s upper bodies were naked, revealing their strong muscles. Every muscle on their bodies seemed to be tempered by stainless steel with a kind of power. There was only an unknown piece of beast skin below. As they walked, the hot air around them kept surging, making people frown. "It's them? Raging Fire Men? Damn it. Now, there's no hope for us to fight for the Star River Spiritual Water!" Soon, someone recognized them.