Bruce Greenwood Nude Novels & Stories

That's Impressive I only got 10k. I scroll down to see his recent post. He's in a trunk, bare-chested, his skin-toned to perfection, sexy scruff of beards on his chin, his hair was wet and his eyes a coral blue as he stared at the camera. I huff, so I don't smile instead. He looks good and manly after all these years. I scroll, and the next picture is with him and a brunette, standing in front of the vast ocean. She's wearing a green swimsuit, a wide smile on her face as she stared at him. His left hand, on her waist. My fingers mistakenly move, double-tapping. With a gasp, I slam my laptop shut.

"I'm going to need some recuperation time. Tell me how you met." "Sam purchased a suits optional cruise at the Go Nude for the Homeless Auction held here in LA on National Nude Day; the one I was nude at, modeling Brianna's jewelry. You saw the pictures. The boat is owned by an acquaintance of ours, a movie producer, who rents it out when he isn't wining and dining movie stars on it." "God, yes; the pictures. Unlikely to ever forget them."

Greg braced himself on the door. Carrie had a sly grin. Her plump lips were painted red, but that was all he could see of her face. The screen was taken over by smooth, flawless skin spanning from her throat down to her chest. Shoulders bare, Greg could tell she was naked. Presented in the photo was his boss’s cleavage. She had one hand on one of her breasts, which was pushed up so that Greg could see almost its whole size. She was fondling her breasts while texting Greg.

I learned early on to be like a sponge whenever either of them said something to me. We arrived at the pond and sure enough, Brad was up on the back of his truck with Kendra and Alex, but all three of them were completely naked. Actually, Bart's whole family was nude and helping. The rocks were being thrown off the back of the truck in a pile while the bricks were handed down carefully and stacked on the ground.

To make sure Bryce’s attention was taken away from my bruises, I needed to do something or at least say something but nothing was coming to my head, not until I looked down at my body and a thought came to me, making me smile. I snapped a picture of myself from the waist down, naked, just my groin showing, with a bit of my pubes and a glimpse of my penis peeking out.

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

My attempt at seduction, however, seemed to embarrass him. "He doesn’t know how to communicate effectively," I pressed on, playing a risky game to unravel the enigma that was Bruce. "Unlike you, and I think there's something deeper within you, something you've kept hidden." Bruce's cheeks flushed. "Stop it," he demanded, and when I refused to look away, he lowered the camera. The red light on the camera blinked, signaling the end of our live broadcast. Bruce switched it off hastily, as if seeking to shield himself from the raw vulnerability that had been exposed.

I stood there completely naked in front of him, skin flushed, nipples already hard. Bruce watched every second, his gaze dark and hungry. He started undressing too….shirt unbuttoned and tossed aside, revealing a strong, toned chest and defined abs. Pants and boxers followed, and his thick, hard cock sprang free, heavy and leaking at the tip. He was gorgeous everywhere. He stepped forward, took my hand, and led me to the large bed. He sat me down on the edge, then stood between my legs for a moment, just looking at me.

“That’s not supposed to be public knowledge?” “No shit.” Bryce blinked rapidly, then looked at Hannah. “How do you know?” She shrugged innocently. “I saw them naked.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh,” she added thoughtfully, “and Marcus is pierced as fuck.” Bryce barked out a laugh immediately. “Were you checking him out?” “It was kinda hard not to,” Hannah defended instantly. “The man was standing there fully naked with his whole situation on display.” “My whole situation?” I repeated flatly.

Bruce laid Beverly down on the black and white leopard print comforter in her bedroom. Then he straddled her hips and pulled his shirt out of his jeans. Bruce pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his bulging muscled chest sprinkled with brown hair and hard as a rock six-pack abs. Thank God there isn’t a law against a man being this sexy.