Cameron Monaghan Shirtless Novels & Stories

The entire soccer team liked to do stretches in the field quite often…without their shirts on and I, along with the rest of the school, happened to have glimpsed them in their shirtless glory. In fact, all of Cameron's friends were the sexy, hunky, kind. And the girls who hung out with them were pretty enough to be models. They also happened to live in the same neighbourhood…a neighbourhood filled with blessed genetics. That why I could never even dream about standing next to him. I wasn't worthy. "Cameron?" Mr. Agnes called out, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Do you have something to say?" "Yes, sir." He spoke in his usual husky-rough voice that always made my skin tingle. "I wanted to as

We only picked this because it’s an easy credit, but it’s going to be annoying as fuck because all the girls will be sitting on the sidelines wearing gym clothes that are two sizes too small while the guys do their best to show off in front of them. As we walk out into the gym I spot Monroe standing with her friend. The school t-shirt shows off the bottom half of her sleeve as well as a couple others on her other arm. The black cropped leggings give me a glimpse of a tattoo on her left calf as well. My mind starts imagining other tattoos she might be hiding. I quickly stop that train of thought because my gym shorts are not very good at, well, concealing...things.

The training yard is empty except for one person. Damon stands alone in the center of the dirt oval, facing a heavy bag that hangs from a steel frame. The bag is patched in so many places it looks like a quilt made by someone who hates sewing. He’s shirtless, sweat already shining across his shoulders, and every punch lands with a sound like someone dropping a dictionary on concrete.

“So, he can feed from us.” “I’m hungry, but not for food.” Cameron knelt at her feet and peeled back an oversized sock. “What the f-k are you wearing?” He added as he discarded another sock. “Socks within socks…” “No shoes,” she yawned widely, surrendering her body weight into Heath’s support. “Had to improvise. I’m not sure you want to do that, Cam,” she added as he stripped off her tracksuit pants. “I can’t remember the last time I showered.”

“I wonder if you’ve improved at all.” “Enough talk,” Damon replied, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His torso was lean but muscular, marked with a few scars from previous battles. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times over the years, but it was still an impressive sight. Not to be outdone, Andrei removed his shirt as well, letting it drop to the ground at his feet. My mouth went dry as, unbidden, thoughts of seeing him completely nude with his cock inside of me just days ago flitted through my mind.

He looked at her, along the veranda, and then shrugged a little and toed off his boots, lining them up neatly with their heels against the wall. Aislen chewed her bottom lip with enjoyment as Cameron unbuckled his overalls and stripped them down so that he stood in his socks and checked flannelette shirt. “Very nice.” His grin was wicked. “Was this your plan?” His eyes danced as he began to unbutton the shirt revealing the toned chest underneath in tantalizing glimpses. “To get me naked? You didn’t have to work so hard. You could have just asked.” “Cameron, get naked so I can have my way with you in the shower and have an excuse not to pick up mashed pea puree and blood from the kitchen floo

Amara watched as Damon smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt. She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his well-muscled body, unable to stop herself from staring. After discarding his shirt, he slipped off his shoes, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before flashing a wide smile and walking away. As Alpha Damon stood there, shirtless and confident, a hush fell over the crowd. The Protectors, having completed their display, turned their attention toward him, ready to face the ultimate challenge and claim the prize.

"Where are you going dressed like that?" "Come on, not you too!" Cameron grunted, staring down at his lower body. He was wearing blue ripped denim jeans, a white golf T-shirt, and white sneakers; in contrast to MJ who was wearing a full peach business suit and heels. MJ rolled her eyes as she combed down her hair in order to hide her bruises. "Cameron, being my secretary and PA means that you are the face of my company, you need to look the part," She said.

Damon. He was leaning casually against the wall, his leg crossed at the ankles and his arms folded across his chest. He had on sweat pants low enough to reveal the waistband of his Kelvin Klein underwear and oh my God, he was shirtless. His gaze was fixed on me and I could tell now that they must have been for a while. How long has he been standing there? Watching me.

After he delivered his news, it was unlikely that either of his mates would be in the mood to f-k. Rhett was still on his call when Cameron arrived, lifting his hand in greeting to Rhett as he toed off his boots, and stripping off his overalls and shirt, bundling clothing in one hand and picking up his boots in the other, before making his way indoors, wearing only his underwear. “Hey,” Cameron paused on the doorstep, inhaling, ignorant of how beautiful he looked to Heath with his tanned skin and muscle, his shoulders scattered with freckles and his russet curls flattened from wearing a hat all day. “Smells good. Do I have time to shower?”