Chest Piece For Men Novels & Stories

We stare at each other with the same stern expression as we check out one another. He was huge and tall, the exact opposite of me. He had black wild hair, and black medium length beard that made him look much older than twenty eight. It made him look extra manly and masculine especially since it was supported by broad shoulders, hard rippled arm muscles, and no doubt a well shaped six pack underneath his black, button down, long sleeve shirt. The shirt was untucked, and the sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows. He was wearing a black skinny jeans underneath.

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

I could only mirror their faces as we quietly sat together. "Come now, I can feel the brooding atmosphere all the way from the lobby. I thought I heard you guys where these remarkable super soliders." A tall and middle aged man came walking in. He was tall, fairly slender with a bit of beef on his bones. I wouldn't describe him as muscular, but he was fit enough for hard labor. He wore a tight fitted white tunic that shaped to his body. Every small buldge and hill where decently shaped by this tunic. A deep cut in the tunic by the neck, revealed a deep set of black and white peppered chest hairs. A white single string loosely kept it together. Black leather pants hugged his legs, and other i

a man of medium height wearing full combat gear greeted us with bow. His chest plate shone light blue, his light helmet was covered in chain mail down to his neck. Its links were interwoven with Ashgenrian runes in an outlandish fashion. The stranger’s gaze seemed sharp and piercing. I couldn’t even imagine what he had in mind.

Shrugging my shoulders, I put on the clothes; no use arguing. The brown pants were actually a type of leather, soft leather. There was hardly any give; it was strong and would last a long time. The tunic was thicker, covering my chest well, so I didn't have to worry about becoming too cold. I would have to find cloth and sew myself some undergarments. I'm sure Prince Charming doesn't even wear any.

Yadiel stopped trailing his eyes from the stilettos that were perfectly lined up to take a glance at me, a brow was twitching. I gritted my teeth behind my lips and trailed my eyes the way he trailed his on me earlier. He was wearing his usual suit like a corporal. It was ocean in color and is neatly ironed. The metal on his shoulder that is shaped like a big letter C that was facing backwards was attached to it along with its metal chain from it down to the left side of his waist causing it to crossed his broad chest. He was also wearing a gold watch and a shiny pair of leather shoes.

The waistline is high, the knees are reinforced, and they are quite tight. He must have ridden his bike over. As if to confirm that thought I spy his jacket on the back of his chair. It's a black and red leather design with Kevlar armour stitched inside. The colour prompts me to remember the Yamaha parked out front. Could that be his? If it is, I hope he offers me a ride some time.

He had a choice and could leave us. Almost immediately after that, there was a rapid succession of heavy footfall outside the door, and a group of Italian buffoons barged through the door with their rifles draped across their chests. However, there is this one extremely large man that emerged from the back. He was so tall and hefty that the ceiling of the basement was almost within touching distance of his head. He sported a pair of pistols that were concealed within his holster vest in addition to a white shirt that was pulled very tightly over his imposing figure. The fabric of his shirt appeared to be on the verge of ripping in two with each and every movement that he made. The muscles on

His body vibrated as I dropped his shorts slowly. Whoa. Holy mackerel. No way in hell’s that coming anywhere near my hole. No fucking way! Chester’s dick was so big even though it was limp, I was almost scared to see how it would be fully erect. I looked up at him with a smirk. Who would have known Awkward asf Chester would be packing a heavy tool?