Goku Shirtless Novels & Stories

My unfinished story. He​ stood‌ there shirt​less, wear⁠ing o​nly a pair of b⁠aggy jeans t‍hat rested⁠ on his hips.⁠ His biceps w​ere⁠ hard, glistening as if h​e’d just finish‍ed an i⁠n⁠tens​e workout. His‌ abs—thos​e same abs I once ran my hands across—were righ‍t t​here. R​eal.‍ Cl⁠ose. To⁠o close.

I tore my fitted white shirt and removed my jogging pants, leaving me with my boxers only. “Kneel, suck me, serve me.”

A heads up would have been nice. I shove the phone back into my pocket before he notices. Stepping into the ring, I grit my teeth as Asher shrugs off his shirt. Of course. He stands there in nothing but a pair of shorts, toes sinking into the sand. But I refuse to check him out, refuse to acknoledge those tanned defined abs, the deep v lines and broad back and many more of his other rippling muscles. “Are you ready?” His voice pulls my gaze back up his expression neutral.

he replied with a smile. At that moment, I noticed he was in running shorts, his shirt appeared ripped as if he had fallen, and he wasn't wearing any shoes. I glanced up at him and furrowed my brows in confusion. I was just about to say something when Ikaris spoke. "I run better without shoes," he chuckled. "And your shirt? Did you fall?" I asked, pointing at him. Ikaris looked down and then back at me before reaching for the shirt's hem and pulling it off, revealing his muscular chest. He smiled at me, a smirk on his lips. I could feel my cheeks flush as I looked away.

Brian who I never expected to still be in the room turned my way and a word was blurted out from his mouth "Gorgeous" I just shook my head and was about to enter the walk-in closet when I remembered that nothing was inside, I looked at Brian and noticed that he was no longer shirtless, a white shirt complimented the black pants he was wearing, and an expensive black belt in place with office black shoe. He looked like a handsome young man going for an interview, and no matter how his white office shirt covered his body it still couldn't hide the outline of his hot body, I shook the thoughts out of my head "Can you leave, please? I wanna change" I said.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

A lot. “Leo, is this your pack?” The big guy’s cheeks flushed, and then his gaze darted to Gabe and then Odis. “Yes.” He was wearing a green, ripped sleeveless shirt and I could clearly make out the hickies along his neck. They almost matched mine, but I had a sneaking suspicion he might have more. “What a small world,” I murmured.

I say, and it almost sounds true. “Not a very satisfactory answer,” First Guy says, taking off his shirt and hurling it somewhere. My jaw drops at his physique. He is ripped, and the bulge in his pants is sizable. I swallow hard and stare at him like he’s my next meal. He unzips his pants, exposing his cock to me as the pants slide down his muscular thighs all the way to his ankles. “Talk if you want a taste of this.”

I actually choked on my own breath. Gabriel was standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had ditched the fresh shirt he was wearing earlier. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his low-slung linen lounge pants. The afternoon sun hit the planes of his chest and stomach, highlighting every hard-won muscle and the trail of damp hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "G-Gabriel!" I squeaked, my eyes darting everywhere—the sky, the floor, the railing—anywhere but his bare torso. "What are you doing? Where is your shirt?"

No one was supposed to know. Tonight, he was wearing his favourite shirt, the one that matched the colour of his eyes, grey. It was a little tight around his arms, making his biceps seem bigger. He always left the top three buttons of this shirt loose, showing off his toned chest and silver long chain which he never ever took off. He wore this shirt with black skinny jeans, too , showing off his strong calves.