Bradley Steven Perry Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Wow, who's that hottie?" Bradley leaned closer to my ear and whispered. All the laughter was cut out and I was looking at the indeed hottie infront of me who was not in his working clothes but jet black ripped jeans and off white t-shirt and black vans. He looked so young and hot. And edible, that's corny! For a moment there, I forgot how to breath. I just sat there looking up at him a smile etching on my lips.

The girls seem not to realise it at first but due to the intense staring, they had gathered their attention who too sat shocked and then flushed in embarrassment. The boys looked amused at the reaction but soon realised the reason. The three of them were not dressed somewhat decently. The three of them were lean but had muscles in right places along with very prominent abs. Leon was shirtless with his six pack abs on display along with his hard pecs and strong muscled arms while only wearing a grey sweat pant loosely around his hips highlighting his v line. Christopher sat on the bean bag with his legs spread apart as he wore black shorts clearly showing his strong muscled thighs while he wo

There was also a pair of black vans that looked brand new. I looked over at Braden who was putting on his shirt and his back turned towards me. I quickly slipped on the jeans that fit perfectly. I turned my back towards him and I quickly took off his shirt, putting the bra on and then the shirt on quickly. "Are you done getting dressed?" Braden asked from across the room. I turned around and faced him "yes" Braden turned around and he was in a pair of khaki pants and a plain black shirt. Yet he still looked good in it.

"I just didn't want Grandma to worry." Stanley sat down on the bed. "Take off your shirt," Wendy instructed. Stanley obeyed, removing the white shirt to reveal his well-toned upper body. It was the first time Wendy had seen Stanley shirtless. His broad shoulders and slim waist, the muscles firm and defined, were nothing like the exaggerated abs of a gym junkie. Instead, he had six well-defined abs, dignified and subtle. His V-line disappeared into his black pants, held in place by an expensive, cool-to-the-touch black leather belt.

Her eyes cut straight through the crowd, landing on the tall, striking figure standing in front of a treadmill. She froze for a second. Stephen was always dressed in sharp suits or structured jackets, the picture of a polished, no-nonsense professional. But today was different. Gone was the formal attire. Instead, he wore a fitted athletic shirt and training gear that left nothing to the imagination—his toned chest and sculpted abs were on full display, eight solid muscles carved to perfection. It was the perfect embodiment of that saying: lean in clothes, built underneath. He wasn’t overly bulky, either.

it was for a good cause. The door was opened revealing a tired- looking Brad. His hair was tossed in many directions and he was shirtless and his body was glistening with sweat. He looked like he had just finished working out. He seemed a bit surprised to see me. " Stella, I didn't know you were coming over, he said running a hand over his face. "yeah, can we talk? it's important" "Umm, I'm kind of busy right now I have things - "Brad who is it?"

Contrary to what I’d expected, his touch wasn’t cold—it was scorching, and it burned through my skin and muscles until I felt its warmth in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed hard. Stupid hormones. “What? We’re already late, and they’re closing soon.” “You can’t go out like that.” The tiniest hint of disapproval etched into the corners of his mouth. “Like what?” I asked, confused. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, nothing scandalous. Peter inclined his head toward my chest. I glanced down and let out a horrified yelp. Because my shirt? White. Wet. Transparent. Not even a little transparent, like you could kind of see my bra outline if you looked hard enough. This was full-on see-through. Red lace

She started to lie down on the bench. I lay down. Sherry P.O.V: Now I want you on the bench, princess," Derrick told me. He started taking off his shirt. I was at wow because I can never get tired of that chest of his. I love to watch him with no shirt on. " You need a rag to wipe your mouth. He said with a smirk on his face. My face was so red; I know he can see I am embarrassed because I was caught watching him with no shirt on.

"I'll tell you want to do. Todd kept driving along the winding road clinging to the side of the slope. Steph unzipped her top and pulled it open. She wasn't wearing a bra after all. Her huge tits hung out as she leaned back and parted the sides of her sweatshirt. Her nipples were standing out hard from her pale areolas like they had been under her patriotic bikini in the butter commercial.

he burst out laughing. He pulled his shirt off as soon as they went into his bedroom, then he pulled down his leather pants. Usually, he wouldn't be wearing anything underneath, he was wearing super tight boxers that day. And that was how Preston always want to be in his bedroom, in the nude, the boxers were for Julie's benefit. "Why do you like to be naked so much? Do you always take off your clothes around all your friends?" she asked.