Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novels & Stories

It was comfortable even. I slowly glanced at him, deciding to take that time to study him even more. Jeremy was incredibly tall. I assumed he was about 6 ft with the way he towered over me. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a toned chest and a silver necklace. Over his shirt was a black jacket and beneath were black pants and a pair of fashionable boots. When I finally looked up at his face, his eyes were already on mine, and my cheeks flushed red at the fact that I had just been caught staring.

I’m immortal now, or at least bound to this mountain until a Reaper decides to use my ribs as a xylophone. It’s a lot of existential weight to process before breakfast. The shadows directly in front of me suddenly begin to boil, the ink-black darkness folding in on itself with a soft, rushing sound and Damon steps out of the vortex, entirely unbothered by the freezing temperature. Let me take a moment to mention that the man is currently shirtless. And sweaty. In January. His sculpted chest and abdominal muscles are gleaming faintly with a light sheen of sweat as he casually pulls a tight black long-sleeve shirt over his head. As his head pops through the collar, his emerald eyes immediately

“Why… why are they… are they all… shirtless?” The green-eyed man, Damon, appeared calmly behind me, shaking his head like I was the problem, as if my squeaky, panicked, human existence were the real disaster. “Relax,” he said. “They are… normal for us. Well, mostly. You’ll get used to it.”

I hugged him tightly, making him laughed his heart out. Jeremy was one of those male swoon-worthy gay guys. His defined muscles, chiseled jaws, manly stares, not to mention his toned legs and ass. Oh yeah, also his sexy arm sleeve tats. You would think twice, taunting him in for a fight. "Let the night begin baby bear." He started getting us a seat and bringing the beers that we got earlier from the bar. Thankfully I wasn't wearing my short-short dress, just some designer jeans and glittery top, and a really sexy Manolo pumps. People were already staring at us, well at Jeremy obviously.

he whispered in her ear, smirking at the trail of goosebumps his breath left across her bare shoulders and neck. "Did you ever think I would be putting the gold on, Moni?" Damon asked with an excited grin, making her and David laugh, as he buttoned the trousers up and smoothed any creases out of them, eyeing the gold stripe down the outside of the black dress pants. He took the white shirt from the hanger and shrugged it on, watching his reflection in the mirror as he fumbled with the buttons.

I suddenly heard him. I cleared my throat and entered. In order not to make it seem like I heard anything, I thought an apology would be nice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I was waiting for you to finish." I said as I entered. Damon was wearing a big black net shirt with an inner black singlet. This in turn was worn over baggy black jeans. Wait, was my death to him some sort of fashion runway where he showed off his glam? Hell, he was killing this look and I was certain that I would not mind this look in my funeral.

Being in the shower is so relaxing; Jeremy always thought it sounded like rain and could escape the world along with its pressure. Jeremy got dressed in very nice dark denim jeans that hugged his thighs and calves as he slightly kept up his athletic form; it made his butt look so juicy. He wore a black compression t-shirt that clung onto his muscular torso and a black button-down dress shirt that was always pretty tight as his biceps were just big enough that every long sleeve seemed to look like it was going to burst by the seams. Jeremy fixed his hair a modern pompadour with somewhat shaved sides and combed his medium rugged beard. Once Jeremy was ready for the League meetings, he went to

With all the sin, I was sure that I will never see heaven but if I feel it on earth then that's amazing. "Ok if you are done, boss has called you", David said. This man is not at all respectful. I will make them, everyone of them. I nodded an dwalked behind him. He took me to the gym and I was stunned. Damon was the only man working out, shirtless. His muscles running and excercizinglike a fluent machine. His face was sweaty and there was a sweat drop hunging on his chin. He was in shorts and his big thing was thick.

“I wonder if you’ve improved at all.” “Enough talk,” Damon replied, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His torso was lean but muscular, marked with a few scars from previous battles. I’d seen him shirtless plenty of times over the years, but it was still an impressive sight. Not to be outdone, Andrei removed his shirt as well, letting it drop to the ground at his feet. My mouth went dry as, unbidden, thoughts of seeing him completely nude with his cock inside of me just days ago flitted through my mind.

It intrigued Phoenix. It sharpened Elara. By evening, she understood why. The door opened. Not with guards. Not with warning. Alexander stepped inside alone. No weapons. No tablet. His suit was gone, replaced with a dark shirt and slacks that looked almost… human. Less armor. More honesty. Damien was on his feet instantly. “You’re not welcome.” Alexander glanced at him calmly. “I didn’t come for you.” Phoenix stood as well, eyes narrowed. “Then state your purpose.”