Bradley Steven Perry Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Unless you’re afraid of losing control around a younger girl.” The effect was immediate. Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Bellamy began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath caught instantly. He tossed the soaked fabric aside before removing the rest of his clothes, revealing broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and dark tattoos curling along one powerful arm. Heat rushed violently through me.

he adds when I stay silent. “Alright Steve, what do you want to talk to me about?” I ask curiously, this time checking him out from head to toe. He's not bad looking at all! I can do him, you know? He's cute with a long face, a pointed chin and a sharp nose. He has a great smile and his teeth are milk white, just how I love them. He's wearing a short sleeved white polo t-shirt which outlines his abs so well and I can tell that he spends most of his time in the gym. My eyes travel further down to his bossom and I notice he's wearing navy blue khaki pants and white air Max shoes. He doesn't look bad at all!

There were other pastries except mine being sold but in my opinion, mine is the best. People were coming over to bye from me and I was selling them off with a smile. A little selfish side of me was unhappy that the money won't go to me. As my eyes were wandering about, I saw Aaron– Shirtless. He was wiping and cleaning the mirror of a car. He wore khaki shorts and his chest was glistening with water. I could also see girls publicly and shamelessly ogling him and his beautiful body. Some walking over to borrow something in an excuse to talk or touch his body.

Always shirtless, I mean… I'm older than them but shouldn't they at least put some shirts on the house? I walked downstairs in just a loose tank top and a pair of soft cotton shorts, no bra and panties, because it was hot and I was alone,or I thought I was alone. The kitchen light was off but the glow from the open basement door spilled up the stairs, music thumped low, with some bass heavy track. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned against the counter, twisting the cap off. That was when I heard some footsteps came up the stairs. Tyler appeared first, sweat glistening on his chest, basketball shorts riding low on his hips.

and my jaw dropped. Perrin was standing in front of my desk, mere inches from the mahogany wood. His skin was tanned and somehow gleaming. His angular core was on full display-- “Perrin!” I exclaimed. “Where is your shirt?” “You asked if I could come right away. I didn’t have time to change.” “Could you at least… button it? Or something?” He just shrugged. “Buttons are gone. Long story.” I was sure I didn’t want to know. I forced my eyes away from his bare skin to look past him. “Where is Jaz?”

That was all I needed to hear. “Then I don’t want you to hold back on me.” His eyes flashed and his hands found it’s way to underneath my shirt, first he caressed my bare skin and then he proceeded to take it off me, but that wasn’t all. I didn’t expect him to bind them together using my shirt. I glanced above my head as he created a knot, when I glanced down at him he was taking off my shorts leaving me bare to his sight. I never felt conscious about my body, but letting Percy see it like this made me really excited.

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”

I said, without taking my eyes off him. I held the robe tightly over my body, even though it threatened to open at any moment. “I should have punished you from the beginning, but now I see I made a mistake,” he said. At first, I had no idea what Bradley was talking about, but I didn't have time to process what was happening when he suddenly started to take off his shirt. Shit, in seconds his huge, muscular bare chest was before my eyes, oozing testosterone that made my pussy throb with lust.

Athena and Mallory thought they had seen it all, not until they saw some shirtless men in the field, wearing loose pants with sweat tricking down their upper bodies. Mallory gulped down the saliva in her throat as she saw some of the men bulge in their loose pants. “Did you see that?” Mallory asked Athena beside her in a hushed tone. Athena saw the men displaying their abs and six-packs on the field with sweat trickling down their bare bodies. But she was barely affected.

Willow announces, and Perry emerges wearing underwear in the same vibrant red hue, but with a different style. This time, he's sporting trunks, similar to boxer-briefs but with a higher cut on the thigh. I notice a tattoo peeking out from the elastic band, a scorpion with flames coming out of its tail. He blows kisses to us and the invisible audience.