Dan Levy Shirtless Novels & Stories

It's night but it's still bright because of the many lights here. I saw other men look at the behavior of Yans and me. I looked around to find where they were. I immediately saw them near the edge of the pool. They sat looking at us. Yans and I also walked to them. Varly is still waving at the edge of the pool in a green two piece. It holds a champagne glass. I also saw Levi topless and wearing his summer shorts. As I approached, I saw the man who waved at me behind Levi. I smiled at him and slowly walked.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

Delaney "Obviously, you're required to parade him around shirtless." Daniel turns to me as he sips his margarita. "It's only fair, since I was the one to drive you to the airport for your dramatic reunion scene." "Why are you talking about me like I'm not here? If you want, I'd be glad to take it off right now." Marcus reaches for the hem of his shirt and fakes pulling it up, flashing a bit of his abs.

I didn't have any friends apart from Esther and she had no idea where I stayed so yeah, it had to be a mistake. I was sure the person at my door couldn't be Davido so I was comfortable with showing off my oversized robe and ducky pajamas pants. Once I opened the door, I wanted to take those words back. Not because it was Davido but because it was none other than Dylan. He was dressed in plain ultra marine top with a V neckline and black jeans. The top was armless and showed off his bulging arm muscles and a bit tight to show his chest. His hair was a bit messy but it was the good type of messy. All I could say was damn.

"You have to go to the chapel to attend mass, then go feed the homeless and then you will have the breakfast with your father." Dylan washed his hands gently, "I m done," Dylan said. Lizha put the basin back on the table and headed for the wardrobe. Dylan got up from the bed and looked around. "Do you like this dress?" Lizha held up a long-sleeved gold dress. Dylan frowned, "I don't have a chest. This dress has a cleavage. See something that covers my entire body," Dylan began to remove his nightwear. "What about this?" Lizha held up a black dress that covered the neck.

"Mhmm. Keep tellin' yerself that, it might become true one day if you believe hard enough." Once again, Dillon started to get nervous. Tony shirtless and in nothing but shorts would be hard to not drool over. He'd never seen him totally shirtless before either, but he could guess he was godly under that shirt. It wasn't fair! Right off the bat, that had managed to sour part of his trip. Hell, he couldn't even have an innocent back and forth with his friend. It pissed him off, and gave him something more to worry about the whole time.

Instead, I focused on Leander. When my eyes settled on him, I blinked in shock. Today, he wasn't wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt. Oh no, he was dressed much more informally, in black jeans that hung low on his trim waist revealing very distinct V-shaped indentions at his hips, black boots and no shirt whatsoever!

So, while Savannah, Talis, and I headed for Dayne’s truck, he must’ve gone to grab his clothes from wherever he dumped them to shift and come after me. My gaze goes to his chest and the heavy muscles I remember all too clearly smashed against my breasts. Why he didn’t put his shirt back on is a mystery. He didn’t even bother to do his pants up all the way. From where I am, it’s hard to miss the dark hair peeking out just above his undone jeans. “Do you think he works out?” I ask, lifting my bottle to my mouth and taking a long draw, with my gaze still fixed on that line of dark hair.

he said confidently. Daniel hesitated for a moment before beginning to remove his shirt. His voice, soft yet urgent, whispered, "Please don't be afraid." Slowly, he removed his shirt, revealing a well-toned physique that seemed almost unreal in its perfection. Without hesitation, he then took off his pants and boxers, leaving himself completely bare. His body was truly remarkable, every muscle defined and supple.

A peal of masculine laughter erupted from behind her and when Daniel came forward, Alissa lost her breath. Nude and half-nude are two different things. Both have their own unique qualities based on the situation itself. Here was Daniel, only in his fitting Calvin Klein fitting g black boxers with no shirt on whatsoever that made him the first man to ever melt her eyes being dressed and undressed. That very boxer accentuates his huge thigh. The shirt which she had given him is now hanging on his shoulder. As he advance forward, Daniel casually put on the oversize grey shirt with a plain U shape neckline front and the company name behind in white.