Goku Shirtless Novels & Stories

It's not that she was waiting for marriage or anything like that, but she was waiting for the right person. “You're going to have fun,” he boasts and turns me to him. He is completely naked from the waist down, his manhood greeting my heartbeat. The situation increases the heart rate, frightening. What are you waiting for? Get naked. Under his attention and relentless fear, I take everything off, he ends up taking off his shirt, revealing a perfect torso and muscular arms. A fight against him would be stupid, he is stronger. Unlike what I imagined, there is no trace of ink on his body. He's not the type of gangster to be covered in tattoos.

Fuck you, for robbing that moment from me! I turn around only to see him standing tall in front of me. Instead of wearing a full suit, he's only in a dress pants and a white dress shirt. The first two buttons of his shirt were not done as the sleeves were rolled until they stop near his elbow. As usual, it's a tight fitting shirt that makes him look like Clark Kent about to transform to be Superman. "Can I buy you a meal?" He asks when I keep quiet, just staring at him blankly.

The two noticed it was only Yamato. Without his cloak Yamato's heavily tattooed arms could be seen. The most notable tattoos were the kanji on his left arm that read "Even humans can be gods" while on his right it was a man climbing a spider's thread. He was wearing a tight black shirt, black gloves, and black pants. His face had a stern expression that seemed almost frozen with how stiff it was. "Where are the others?" Peter asked. 'You'd think he was a grim with that outfit.' Oliver thought.

he says. I frown and turn to him. “Take off my …” I stop. Ryuki is standing there, completely naked. “Why aren’t you wearing your pants?” I squeak. “Because it’s easier to bathe without clothes on,” he says. “I …” I turn my head quickly, but not quickly enough. For all that is good and holy in this world! Are all men that large? I know I felt it earlier, but I was too startled to think about size. Is that normal? Are all men that big?

“I want you to see everything.” The game continued. Fugishigoro lost once. Intentionally, to feed her confidence. He stood and removed his shirt, revealing a sculpted, rock-hard six-pack and defined V-lines disappearing into his trousers. Kyomi’s eyes widened with open hunger. She reached out, tracing her fingers over the ridges of his abs. “So strong…” she murmured.

After about twenty minutes, we step out of the bathroom. I slip into the shirt and shorts Festar gave me. The shirt is huge, hanging just above my knees like a dress. The shorts don’t fit at all, so I toss them aside and walk out without them. Festar is by the TV with his back to me. He’s changed too. Shirtless, wearing only loose shorts that hang low on his hips. His body is ridiculous—every muscle defined and stretched tight under his tan skin. He looks like he was built to fight gods. His dark hair is tousled, like someone just dragged their fingers through it.

SEEING KOVA NAKED Kova stood to his feet and undid his buttons slowly, doubt flickering in his eyes, as though he still wasn’t entirely sure what he was unleashing. This could be the moment he’d waited for all this time. His shirt slipped to the floor with a soft hush in the heavy silence between us. His bare chest gleamed under the low light. Kova never wore a singlet; his skin was smooth, hairless, almost tender. The sight pulled at me—I wanted to run my palm across it, feel the warmth, trace the subtle rise and fall of his breathing.

I clenched my jaw and turned around sharply, gripping my dagger so tightly my knuckles turned white. And then I saw him. A man. No.....a god. He stood a few feet away from me, tall and imposing. His body was a masterpiece of pure strength, ripped muscles, toned abs, and broad shoulders. His skin was inked with intricate tattoos that ran down his veiny arms and disappeared into the waistband of his low-sitting black jeans. He was shirtless. His bare chest gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, as if he had just been running.

he explained, staring down at me with a soft smile etched on his face. “Oh yeah, right,” I groaned, pulling myself off the couch. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, to take a quick soak. I didn’t even bother to wash my hair. I only strengthen it. I slipped into some baggy jeans, paired with a black unisex softstyle t-shirt that says “BE THE KINKY VERSION OF YOU” and my limited edition Jordans. Julian wore a white, fitting T-shirt and some gray sweatpants with it, and I couldn’t help but stare. He always looked so good without any effort whatsoever.

She gulped accelerating her breath, she hugged her knees closer to her chest and as expected. Her body jumped in horror when the steel gate which seemed like she couldn't open it even if applied her whole strength was smashed open without any effort by the herculean standing there, her eyes flickered in fear watching him with her whole attention. He was cladded in his usual black dressed shirt and pants, the shirt covered his neck as always but there was no coat over him today.