Deku Without A Shirt Novels & Stories

Derek asked with his deep, magnetic voice. I thought, I wasn't ready for such shifting yet. "Will it involve me to strip nàked?" I asked Mr. Derek, then I noticed Liam and Leon arriving at the arena. They wore white sports wear, but when my gaze fell on them, I swiftly looked away and fixed my gaze on Mr. Derek. "No. Do you want to strip nàked? It's not a must to be nàked before you can shift here," Mr. Derek said, and that was a relief to me.

Lelia looked up. Duke walked in, wearing an exercising outfit, a white t-shirt, and black trousers. Lelia was confused. "Why is he wearing this outfit? He is unable to run? Isn't he?" Lelia looked at the stick in Duke's hand. She looked at his face and her heart spiked a bit. His wet hairs were stuck on his forehead like a second skin. The veins on his neck and hands were popping out like he worked out. Lelia looked at his body and gulped down the food in her mouth. She could see his six-pack through the wet t-shirt. He has a six-pack stomach and is extremely well-proportioned. She could say he has a great body.

“Turn around. Look at me.” Mike obeyed, sitting back against the couch with his sweatpants bunched around his ankles, cock standing tall and angry-red, glistening with oil and precum. Derek stripped his own shirt off, revealing his powerful chest and abs shining with sweat. He poured a generous amount of baby oil over his own torso, letting it run down his muscles, then rubbed it in slowly, making his skin gleam under the TV light. His eyes never left Mike’s.

"Hold on." Maya's eyes widened when he began taking off his top. She quickly averted her gaze to the ground but Derek was quicker, throwing the garment to the ground and shrugging out of his shirt. She blushed at his naked chest and he smirked again. He pulled off his jeans as well, leaving him clad in only his boxer briefs. Mays coughed awkwardly and turned to look away, her ears burning red. Derek just chuckled, "I'm not gonna bite." He said.

After Luke had unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt, he stopped. His shirt was behind his muscular abs, revealing his eight-pack. He looked attractive. Dexie remained calm as she looked at his body. When she saw him looking at her, she said, "You haven't taken off your pants."

I sipped my beer. I stopped drinking with a twinkle in my eye. I watched Adam's friends stop not far from him. In stature and elegance, I immediately recognized the turned white shirt and board shorts. Greco was facing our direction but I wonder what or who he was looking at. It can't be seen in his sunglasses. I don’t know but I suddenly became conscious of wearing it. I'm still wearing my bandeau because that's the only cover on my chest, but I'm not wearing shorts anymore. Just my white bikini bottom.

They are also trying on their tuxedos. Evren and Reed are both topless, dressed only in black dress pants. Evren is fastening his belt, while Reed is combing through his hair while inspecting his shirt displayed on a hanger. On the other hand, Luca stands before the mirror, fixing the knot of his bow tie, while Jace is fastening the buttons of his shirt.

“Red means dare. Black is truth. Let’s play.” Kade leaned forward, eyes flicking to the card. “Queen of hearts. Dare, huh?” She smirked. “Alright, tough guy… I dare you to take off your shirt.” He didn’t even blink. Just reached for the hem of his henley, peeled it over his head, and tossed it aside like it was nothing. The firelight caught the lines of him—the broad chest, the muscle carved deep along his stomach, the faint trail of hair leading down beneath the waistband of those damn grey sweatpants. Aria’s throat went dry.

Although, I knew they were nothing compared to his back side, which I hadn't gotten over even up to now. Nate on the other hand wore the same shirt but his was black, with his sleeves folded on both sides, revealing his rippling muscles. His trousers, unlike Richmond's, were deep blue but did not outline his body. Duke was wearing slacks and bare on the chest. Damon on the other hand in a carton colored knicker and a black polo. “Done checking us out?” Duke tilted his head to the side, smiling at me. “You aren't appealing to look at,” I scoffed. “What father is cooking seems to be much better.”

At this moment I realized I was still in the pajamas I went to bed in last night, and the cartoon characters adorned all over me made me blush a little and pull away from Deacon. Deacon must have guessed that I felt a little underdressed as he turned towards the rest of the room and away from me. I pulled my dresser open, and as I reached for a skirt, Deacon piped up. "Oh, make sure you wear jeans, because my bike is very unforgiving when she lays down," he said. I put the skirt back down and opened the drawer below it and grabbed my best pair of skinny jeans. I picked out a nice crop top, so that I could start on my summer tanning, and began undressing. As I bent down to pull my jeans onto