Bradley Steven Perry Shirtless の小説・ストーリー

Let me rephrase- than a shirtless Reid in grey sweats? His blue eyes flicker over my form, my bare legs on display beneath a skimpy pair of cotton sleep shorts. The thin little white tank I’m rocking with nothing under it probably doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and when Reid’s gaze lifts to collide with mine it’s filled with lustful approval.

We stay there goofing for a while before Helena goes silent. "What?" I asked and looked back, following her eyes to see what had commanded her attention. And I cursed. Of course, he'd pull something like this. It's Nate, shirtless and in shorts. Those kinds that leave nothing to the imagination. Really? He had to do that right now?

"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.

another voice came out. Then they all erupted into a battle of voices clashing over another— just then a loud shout was heard. “Enough!” Everywhere came to a stand still as we all shifted our eyes to where the voice came from and it was from my sweet Perry. He stood up— his eyes were brown, his hair was dark but he dyed it blonde, which I was sure that the reason was to look like a badass. His body was well sculpted under the team’s jacket and I was salivating. Which I thought no one saw….

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.

Why are they both shirtless in the pool house? “Arri? Are you listening?” Katie asks and I suddenly remember we had been on the phone. “I am distracted right now. Gabriel and Rhett are both shirtless in the pool house. I’m going to see if I can see what is going on and I’ll tell you about it later,” I say, before disconnecting my call. I watch as my brother unfastens and removes his skin tight jeans and his erect cock springs free. He appears to have some sort of ring around it. He has weird things going on. Wearing a collar lately is weird enough, but whatever strange things he does are his thing.