Brock Purdy Nudes Novels & Stories

I spot Brock right away and make my way over to him, where he’s standing with two females. Brock’s one of the five guys that runs the training camp. He looks like a young Jason Momoa, with long brown hair, tanned skin, and tattoos all over his chiseled chest and arms. He’s really nice to look at, but he’s tough. He pushed us to the brink yesterday with planks and squats, and his no-nonsense demeanor is all business. The two women with him are chatting, but he’s just standing there silently. I recognize one of the women as another trainee, and I’m surprised when she sticks her hand out toward me as I approach. Cautiously, I take it.

Reed chuckled, wrapping a large hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes and tugs. "Oh fuck, that's gonna destroy a pussy," Hannah moaned, licking at her fingers. Palmer leaned in to whisper beside Brooke, "I swear I am getting so wet right now. Are you?" She was. Brooke hated to admit that she was. Reed walked naked to his duffel bag, showing the ladies his toned ass. The way the muscles flexed made Brooke imagine how they flexed when he fucked. Logan's ass weren't toned, they felt a bit like a woman's when she gripped it.

I ask, looking up at him from the sofa. "I haven't," he insists, his expression dead serious. The silence between us thickens. I hold his gaze for a second longer than necessary. “Take off your pants and underwear, Brock,” I say quietly. “I need a proper examination."

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

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.

Lexi was soaked to the skin as she stood in the camper. Troy closed the door and stuffed Brock’s pistol in his jeans pocket. Then, he unzipped his jacket and quickly took it off. Lexi watched Troy pull his ivory polo shirt over his head. His pale chest was smooth and muscular. She didn’t know he had all that under there. “Aren’t you going to untie me?” Lexi asked as she raised her wrists up. He chuckled. “I’m horny, not dumb.”

“You're up to your pretty neck in this mess, Lanie girl.” Alanis was ready and waiting for Brody's knock, but utterly unprepared for the sight of him as she opened the door. He was naked, almost, a brief pair of midnight-blue swimming trunks his only clothing, leaving his powerfully muscled torso, wide, broad shoulders and strong arms and legs bare except for the light covering of dark body hair that curled more thickly on his chest, the tight little spirals drawing her eyes in helpless fascination. He was devastatingly, trustingly, unashamedly male, and for a moment, the impulse to slam the door shut and run for cover was extremely overwhelming, before she pulled herself together, dragging

"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.

"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?"

In only her thong, Cindy looked practically naked, and she was completely engaged in her father's attention. Brook took off her T shirt and played with her own tits while she watched Ray play with Cindy's. She knew her friend was only going to urge her to do it sooner or later anyway, and besides, she really liked the way Ray kept looking at her while he played with his daughter. She'd never admit to anyone else, except maybe Cindy, but Brook was proud of her tits, even if they weren't as big as her friend's. She liked it when she caught people looking at them, especially her father, of course.