Brock Lesnar Nude Novels & Stories

"You're totally not a fag. You're just a straight guy who gets a hard-on when another dude tells him what to do." Braden swallowed hard. He didn't say anything. "Take off the pants," Jake ordered. Braden looked around the empty stadium. Then he pushed his sweatpants and underwear down. He stepped out of them. He stood on the 50-yard line completely naked, his big cock sticking straight out, leaking precum. "Turn around and bend over," Jake said. Braden turned around. He bent at the waist, resting his big hands on his knees. His thick, muscular ass was thrust out in the air. Jake looked at it. It was a perfect jock ass. Hard and round.

He said, sliding his fingers out of me, dripping with my juices, and popped them in his mouth, licking them thoroughly as he drew his fingers out. But as I came down from my orgasm, I noticed his words and a thud echoed in my chest. …the only one who gets to see you look so fucking tempting… The words Brooke said to me earlier today about the photoshoot swarmed my mind and I shivered. I’d have to be nearly and I mean, nearly naked in pictures that would spread all over the world. Everyone would see me. Neil hates extreme stunts like that. How would he take this?

The door to the private booth swung open without a knock. Joash strode in naked, his cock already semi-hard and swinging between his legs, body glistening from the night's exertions. He eyed the scene with a predatory smirk, his gaze locking on Amelia's bouncing ass. 'Looks like you're giving my little plaything a proper workout, LeBron. Mind if I join for one last fuck before I head home? Can't leave without filling that sloppy hole again.'