Gyomei Shirtless Novels & Stories

The training hall was a cavernous space that smelled of floor wax and old leather. I walked in, shuffling my feet in a pair of oversized jogging pants and a hoodie that felt like a tent. Gio was already there. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just black athletic shorts and hand wraps that he was tightening with his teeth. The sight of his back—the broad expanse of muscle and that "K" tattoo—was impressive, I’ll give him that. But I didn't let it show. I just yawned loudly, the sound echoing off the high ceilings.

I also saw two users sent him five hundred. "Woah, calm down, guys. I just showed my costume for tonight for our theme and you guys already showering me tips? Come on, y'all making me blush! HAHA!" he said and rubbed his own body with his hand. He was wearing a fitted jersey soccer shirt and a jogging pants which made him look super hot and sexy. His biceps and well-build body highlighted and by just looking at him in the screen, I can already feel my down there starting to getting awake. Plus his signature korean hairstyle made him look hotter.

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.

- He said. Being that the shirt of his uniform still had the great emblem of his house in which it looked like a large and prominent alchemical symbol, in which it was only with shirts that it symbolized the great symbology of the Arabic language and nothing else covered it other than that Tsuki Miki was the only one completely naked. "I don't want." He tried to say, but was only met by demanding lips and a struggle between wills and dominance of tongues that fought inside their mouths. With the two fingers in his anus going in and out he was greeted with a mixture of heat and coolness.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

I panicked as he was so close to me. “What’s wrong?” I heard Liam's footsteps stop so I peeked at it a little from my pillow cover. "Why are you naked?" He chuckled. "I am not naked." I pointed at her body with my finger still trembling with nervousness. “T-T-That! W-Why are you not wearing a top !? ” I exclaimed. “My shirt is soaked in sweat. And the ones we bought earlier, I forgot to bring it so I'll just take it now. ”

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.

“Bossy woman.” “Yes, so everyone tells me.” He shook his head, but he did slowly raise the shirt. He seemed to enjoy the game too as his eyes danced with humor. “Whatever my Indian goddess wants.” When she saw his stomach and the abs, her body reacted in a wild way. She stared at him like a teen girl that had never seen a man shirtless before. But of course she had, many times as the men of the tribe often went shirtless. “More,” she muttered.

He moved away a bit. "You want to hear about me growing up?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "Tell me everything." "Okay," Jeremy said slowly. "We can talk." Then, he reached down. He grabbed the bottom edge of his gray shirt. In one quick motion, he pulled the shirt completely over his head and threw it onto the white floor. I gasped. My eyes went totally wide. He was completely shirtless. His chest was incredibly broad and huge. His stomach had perfect, deep abs, and his skin was literally shining under the bright lights of the hotel room.

And there stands Miyamura… Oh. Wow. His existence frustrates me so much that I forget that this guy is actually…hot. Like really really hot. His hair is down. It’s a bit long, it brushes against his shoulders— his bangs rest against his forehead, falling into his eyes. His very pretty lilac-colored eyes. He’s wearing a pale blue sweatshirt and…sweatpants. Grey, loose sweatpants. Is he…? Yes, he is. He’s going commando.