Jacob Ward Nude Novels & Stories

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

“I’m sure it will be okay.” She hoped so anyway. Jacob had obviously done it to hurt 416. If left that way too long, lack of blood supply to his cock would have done severe damage, but of course that bastard had planned to kill him. It would be a horrible crime to disfigure such a sexy guy. That thought made her want to groan and made her more aware that her body responded to the naked male sprawled in front of her. She mentally shook that line of thought away, couldn’t afford to go there, and needed to stop looking at his bare body.

He stood there, eyes wide, staring at the obscene scene, Harper naked on the couch with Ava’s pussy on her face, Ava’s fingers buried deep inside Harper’s pussy, both of them dripping wet. Harper’s face went pale. Ava slowly lifted her head, lips shiny with Harper’s juices, and looked straight at Jake. Jake stood frozen in the doorway, his bag still in his hand, eyes wide with shock. The scene in front of him was impossible to misunderstand. Harper was completely naked on the couch, legs spread wide, Ava’s face glistening with his girlfriend’s juices, and Ava’s fingers still buried deep inside Harper’s dripping pussy. “What the actual fuck is going on?” Jake’s voice cracked.

“I’m sure it will be okay.” She hoped so anyway. Jacob had obviously done it to hurt 416. If left that way too long, lack of blood supply to his cock would have done severe damage, but of course that bastard had planned to kill him. It would be a horrible crime to disfigure such a sexy guy. That thought made her want to groan and made her more aware that her body responded to the naked male sprawled in front of her. She mentally shook that line of thought away, couldn’t afford to go there, and needed to stop looking at his bare body.

"You're totally not a fag. You're just a straight guy who gets a hard-on when another dude tells him what to do." Braden swallowed hard. He didn't say anything. "Take off the pants," Jake ordered. Braden looked around the empty stadium. Then he pushed his sweatpants and underwear down. He stepped out of them. He stood on the 50-yard line completely naked, his big cock sticking straight out, leaking precum. "Turn around and bend over," Jake said. Braden turned around. He bent at the waist, resting his big hands on his knees. His thick, muscular ass was thrust out in the air. Jake looked at it. It was a perfect jock ass. Hard and round.

He said, his veined hand was right on my face full of my cum. I parted my mouth then he slid his fingers inside. “Is it good?” He asked. I nodded then sucked his fingers even better, to the point that I wouldn’t want to let it out already. I thought Jacob would finally untie me when he started removing his robe and clothes. He remained staring at my naked body as his clothes were taken off pieces by pieces… until his fucking underwear was left. The bulge in between his legs was so fucking huge I don’t think it would fit in me.

His gaze was anything but clinical. I stood before him, completely naked. There was no self-consciousness to it, though. I felt sexy standing there with my hand on my hip and a coy smile on the face. Jacob licked his lips. “I'm going to need to listen to your heart. Have a seat on the bed. Do you mind if I get more comfortable?” I nodded and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed like I would at a real exam. He slid out of his wet pants, kicking them to the side. They slid under my bed. His underwear were still mostly dry, but he took those off as well.

But not just in the moment when she revels in the fact that he can't take his eyes off her. Mira was awakened by the thunderous slam of the door. She blinked confusedly in the light and stood up against the pillows, looking vaguely at Jacob, standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless except for a pair of faded skinny jeans hanging down over his thin hips. There was a gentle smile on her lips. He looks so magnificent, he always looks so magnificent,

"But don't touch his cock! I don't want him going off prematurely!" Kristy went to her desk and cleared things away as Darlene pushed Jacob's pants and shorts down over his narrow hips. Behind him, she squatted to help him pry his shoes off and step out of his pants. While she was down there, she rubbed her face across the cheeks of his firm, naked ass. Jacob was not a member of James's swim team, but he was a gymnast so he was equally as fit as her son and his other friends. As she stood up. Darlene ran her hands up Jacob's muscular back, pushing his shirt up as she went. He helped her get it off over his head and then turned to face her, now totally naked.