Brock Magnus 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.

Armand clenched his jaw, his hands formed fists and he kept them to his side. Is the big bad king Jealous? I slipped between them to close the double doors behind the two fallen angels. My arousal was evident when I heard Armand groan behind my back. Magnus was noticeably conflicted, but he stayed still and let me undress him. "Take a sit on the edge of the bed," I whispered seductively in his ear and smiled watching his cock leaking with precum.

I lay completely naked and spread out on Brock’s big bed, wrists tied tightly to the headboard with two of his spare uniform belts. The position left me utterly exposed, legs open, pussy still leaking his cum from earlier, heart racing as I waited in the dark. The front door finally opened. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Brock stepped into the bedroom still in his full turnout gear, covered in fresh soot and sweat from the call. His massive frame looked even more intimidating with the dark smudges on his face and arms.

"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?"

“What are you doing?” “I’m going to help you. We can shift together.” “I’m not getting naked.” “Fine, ruin your clothes.” He mocked. In moments, Ghost stood before me completely naked. He stood there proud as he should with a strong and sculpted body. “Come on, baby girl. I’ll show you what to do.” I looked at Diesel, who nodded his approval while Doc stayed standoffish. “Fine. I’ll take this as penance for killing Magnus.” “Almost killing Magnus, hot shot.” Magnus and Cyrus joined our circle. “Let’s see some skin, witch.” Magnus’s joke made Ghost snap at him. He moved quicker than my eyes could track. Magnus was on the ground before I blinked.

So with a smile on his face he crooked a finger and beckoned her towards him watching with delight as she began to crawl up the bed, her body moving over his legs pausing only to release the button and zip of his jeans. Magnus gasped slightly when her slender fingers brushed across the cotton of his shorts gently rubbing over his tip caressing it so softly before moving away to begin releasing his shirt buttons slowly exposing his torso to her eyes and touch. Magnus felt helpless almost under a spell as he watched his blonde haired siren slowly undress him. He wanted to touch her so badly but he couldn't seem to move his arms so he just watched and hoped that he would soon be able to touch a

“Just try not to drop me.” “As if I’d ever drop you.” Magnus’ voice was almost a purr, and with a powerful motion, dark wings erupted from his back, unfurling like banners of night. He wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me close against his chest. The sudden heat of his body was startling, and I could feel the ripple of muscles beneath his shirt.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

Still, when we arrived we were met with a not very pleasant surprise. Trevor and Aime were practically devouring each other, and they had almost no clothes on, Aime was in her underwear and Trevor was totally naked, I couldn't help but be surprised and so was Magnus. "For god's sake Trevor, you're on my floor, don't even see where you're going, can't you guys do it in your own room," Magnus said yelling at them. "Cover up, fucking is wrong with you," Magnus placed his hand over my eyes, trying to prevent me from seeing Trevor's naked body, but it was too late.