Brock Lesnar Nude Novels & Stories

Chris’s hands trembled, but not from fear. Brock stepped right up to me, grabbing my chin. “Strip. All of you. Desks in a circle—now. We’re turning this classroom into a cum-dump for the night.” We obeyed like we’d been waiting for it. Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy. Desks scraped across the linoleum as we shoved them into a rough ring, chairs piled in the corner. The whiteboard became a cum rag within minutes. I was naked first, my seven-inch cock rock-hard and leaking, balls tight. The seniors circled us like wolves, already palming the massive bulges in their sweatpants. Brock’s was obscene, thick as a wrist, easily ten inches or even more.

Though he posted the occasional picture of himself, here and there. I stumbled across one particular video of him working out…shirtless. He was doing pull ups when the guy holding the camera recorded him unawares, but Theo soon finds out and smirks slightly, throwing a wink the camera's way. I could feel my face growing hotter each second I was watching the video. I went to the comment section instead but that was even worse. They were pretty much all thirst comments, each one more explicit than the last. It sorta ranged from 'it should be illegal to look this good' to 'I would pay

’ Nash’s eyes widened at my authoriry. “Take if off,” he ordered again. “Why?” I asked coolly. “I saw you when you transformed, I saw you whole on screen. I want to see you up front. Show me those boobs again,” he licked his lips lecherously. “What these?” I asked as I pointed at my chest. I gave a nod in the alpha’s direction out of respect, and took off my shirt and now I stood in my training bra. I knew Nash’s father had averted his eyes.

Her damn nipples were trying to rip through the flimsy material of her top. "Nice." That was his declaration once she turned around. She couldn't very well stand there facing the wall like a ninny, but her body refused to cooperate, so she was still obviously aroused. She didn't say anything to his one-word approval, just held his cup out to him and retreated to the table where she could hide the evidence of her body's betrayal.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

He was surprised to see me and I took his reaction to my advantage, I grabbed my cellphone and opened the camera to record a video, when he noticed what I was doing he immediately covered his face letting me records his dick that's starting to get hard. "What the fuck are you doing, faggot?" He asked angrily and covered both his face and his dick, he was having a hard time covering his nakedness while I was enjoying recording and taking pictures of his nude body. "You're still an arrogant fucker! What if I post your nudes on Twitter?" I threatened him and saved the video that contains his nudity, gays will feast on this video because just like me, the fucker also has a look, he has a muscula

Jake stripped down to his boxers next, the outline of his cock thick and pressing against the material, hard enough that it tented obviously, and he adjusted himself without shame, grinning at me as he did. Tom lost his shirt on the following turn, pulling it off to reveal his chiseled chest and abs, sweat already beading on his skin from the warmth building in the room, his pants low on his hips showing the V of muscle leading down. Lena ended up down to her bra and thong, bending over to pour another round of shots, her ass cheeks fully on display, round and firm, the thong string disappearing between them, and I could not help staring, my mouth watering at the sight.

My palm twists gently over the head of my cock, My hips rocking forward, embracing the adrenaline flooding my body I closed my eyes tight, and there she is—Jules. Radiant, confident, her naked skin glowing under imagined light, Her breasts are perfect, nipples drawn tight. I picture her stepping into the shower with me and the steam from the shower curling around us, our bodies unclad and free.

My mouth goes dry as I stare at him, probably open-mouthed. Bhyron is naked — not completely naked as a pair of tiny briefs cover his bulging manhood — but his entire chest is bare and gleaming and those long, strong legs are a clear indication that he never misses leg day at the gym. He turns around, giving me a clear view of his rock hard abs and thick, erect cock. A demure, well trained lady would lower her eyes out of respect, but I think we’ve long settled that there’s nothing demure or well trained about me.

There was no way this man ever studied martial arts because he walked like a giant lumbering through a village in a Brother’s Grimm story. “Where is it?” “Here.” She grunted angrily. “Sign it so I can scan it and send it back. Apparently legal said your verbal agreement isn’t enough.” “What photo did you use?” She pulled up the unedited one from the rugby website. “This one.” “I have no shirt on.” “It’ll be edited. Won’t even see nipples.” She made sure she kept a straight face. There would be no nipples because the leather harness which was photoshopped onto the impressive physique included metal rings which were strategically placed in the center of his chest.