Bradley Steven Perry Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Then, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over the back of my desk chair. I froze. I wasn’t prepared for that. I should have been. I’d seen pack-raised boys go shirtless in training a hundred times. It meant nothing. But Percy was not those boys. And this wasn’t training. Seeing him sitting on my bed, completely at ease, broad shoulders, abs, all muscle - it short-circuited several parts of my brain at once. He was perfect. I stared. I knew I was staring. I couldn’t stop. “You could take a picture,” Percy said, without looking up from the laptop. “It would last longer.”

I had already put on deodorant before I brushed my teeth, so I figured I could go ahead and change my t-shirt. Naturally, Sherry emerged from the bathroom just after I had whipped off the shirt I had slept in. I heard her gasp, "Oh!" and looked over to see her feasting her eyes on me. All I had on were those thin, gray workout shorts, and they did nothing to hide my completely hard dick. I contained a groan, but realized it wasn't my crotch that held her attention at that moment; she was looking up and down my chest and abdomen and practically panting. Her eyes widened even further when she finally noticed the tent in the front of my shorts.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

If only I could see a picture of him without a shirt… maybe that would be enough. I moved closer to the nightstand and noticed a wooden drawer slightly open. I pulled it further, expecting nothing more than ordinary items. Instead, a stack of printed photographs slid out and spilled onto the floor. I knelt down, gathering them one by one. As my eyes fell on the images, my throat went dry. They were pictures of Adrian at the beach. His body was fully exposed under the sun, captured in sharp, effortless detail. Broad shoulders narrowed into a defined V at his waist, his abs etched and tightening with each pose as he stood shirtless in the sand.

I just hope his alpha hearing can’t pick up our conversation or I’m going to be mortified. “You girls ready to go?” He grins at me. “Yep. Let’s go.” Callie says, heading out the gym doors. Brady and I follow closely behind. “Don’t you have errands to run after school? I’d think those required a shirt. Besides it’s chilly today.” I try not to show how uncomfortable I am; his shirtless body is having major impacts on my body right now. “Nah I’m feeling hot after that. Besides my shirt is in the truck.” He says casually.

He made a lot of followers out of this, had fan pages which consisted mainly of fangirls who were crazy about him. Pictures from the photoshoot also shook the internet. Girls, particularly were going crazy over Liam. The pictures of him that trended the most were the ones which he had taken shirtless, revealing his six packs, abs and all. He had worn only a pair of black trousers that dropped down his waist, revealing his powerful, aesthetical V-line and a slight bulge underneath his pants.

Ashly demanded something from nowhere, which made Alex start. But then Alex chuckled, getting up from the bed and undressing slowly. Teasing Ashly as he unbuttoned his silk shirt. Ashly has seen Alex shirtless before, and she almost came in her pants at the sight of her Alphas abs. Like how the fuck is ripped like that? Alex threw his shirt on the floor, then moved to his skinny jeans and took them off with one swift movement. Alex stood there in all his glory.