Joe Locke Nude Novels & Stories

Did I mention how beautiful he is? Hot Nerd. That's what the other girls at my event planning job call him. Locke is six foot three, naturally muscular. Thick in places it should be illegal. And he clearly has no idea what to do with all of that size and strength. It's untouched and untested. The buttons of his dress shirt struggle to remain closed, black hairs that match the unruly waves on his head peek out over the top. The fly of his slacks is strained. God bless his tailor for hugging those bulky male lines. He's doing the lord's work.

I couldn’t pay attention to her delec- table spread, however, because my eyes were currently feasting on the sliver of fuchsia satin that was peeking out of the waistband of Joe’s jeans. Joe was on his hands and knees, with his head buried behind the set, as he explained that a couple of cables had popped loose. I blinked my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. Nope—still there. Those were undeniably panties. No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. Joe’s a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on

Finally he made it to the bathroom and jumped in, closing and locking the door. A long, relieved breath, leaning against the door. Joe flicked on the light and looked at himself in the mirror. His face looked flushed and drawn, turned on and turned off at the same time. After checking the lock again he stripped off, trying to ignore his raging boner. He looked at himself dejectedly in the mirror, his fit body filling him with a perverse disgust. What kind of pervert was he?

Lockwood's voice called out, "Stella, could you please bring me a robe?" Hurrying inside, I was met with the unexpected sight of Mr. Lockwood standing there, completely naked and drenched in water. His hair was tousled, droplets of water glistening on his skin. Momentarily captivated, my gaze lingered on his dripping chest, but just as my eyes were about to venture lower, he interrupted, "Stella, the robe, please." Blushing, I snapped out of my momentary trance, hastily fetching the robe and handing it to him. The unexpected exposure left me flustered, a mix of embarrassment and a lingering awareness of the undeniable allure of the situation.

The Delta wrapped his arms around her before peppering kisses to her neck and cheek. Luke felt embarrassed and almost traumatized after seeing Joey completely naked. It wasn't even his back end! That image had the Omega squeezing his eyes closed tighter and rubbing them, wishing he could rub it out of his head. The door suddenly flung open, and Luke stumbled backward before Joey caught him. Joey's hands and fingers became angrily animated as he scolded his best friend for barging in on him while he was naked. “Are you kidding me?! I just came out of the damn shower, and you barged in on me like a lunatic! What the hell is wrong with you?”

My throat went dry. I knew I should turn around, go wait in the living room, but my feet kept moving until I stood right there, one eye peeking through the gap. Johnson stood completely naked under the last traces of shower spray, water still glistening across his broad, muscular chest and thick arms. His body looked carved from years of hard work, abs tight, thighs solid. But my eyes locked lower. One of his big hands wrapped tight around a thick, veiny cock, stroking it with slow, powerful pulls.

He should have guessed the doc was nearly married the first time he saw it. Too fucking perfect. No wonder Nathan was clawing to hold on to him. Aiden: I don’t have any nudes. Lukas: Then take one. Sit with your legs spread, hold your cock up for me to see. Lean back and take the pic with your phone between your thighs, angled up. For a moment there was nothing. Lukas almost laughed, ready to call him a coward. Then the three little dots appeared and a picture followed, attached to a single message:

She had curvy hips, and the dark patch in between her legs was shaved low and the dark hair looked like it had been combed, making him feel like ruffling his nose in the curls as he sniffed out her crotch. “Do you intend to swim in those, or are you just going to stand there and look at me with that hungry stare? I thought you have just had your breakfast!” Maria said looking at him, not able to wait for him to remove his shorts. “You have the most beautiful body that I have ever set my eyes on,” Joe said unable to get his eyes off her body as he took his hands down to his shorts and unbuttoned them, before pulling the zipper open and letting them fall to his ankles, kicking them off as they

Get naked. Joe slipped his shorts off leaving his boxer briefs on, I toyed with his waist band a bit and looked a him again. "Are you sure? I dont want you to be uncomfortable." Joe said "No I want to." "Okay, well take these off too." He threw them down revealing his average sized cock. "Yours is intimidating compared to mine." "I dont mind bro, do you want to compare?" "Yeah lets give it a shot." I walked up and I dwarfed him, I felt bad at first but you could see he liked the idea of being smaller. "Holy shit, your so big." I smirked, "You'll be saying that again soon." Joe looked at me and said "I want to, but please go slow with me." "Absolutely bro, I wont hurt you." We laid down and w

Sweat trickled down my back, my hair sticking to my face, moans spilling out nonstop. “Who told you to stop bouncing, bitch!” He growled, gripping tight, signaling me to go harder. “Fuckkk… I’m gonna cum, daddy! I’m gonna cum.” My legs burned, my pussy throbbing from how deep he was, my whole body shaking. “Not yet.” He said, pulling out. “Yo, Joe,” he called to his cameraman. “Come get in on this slut.” He slapped my ass off his thighs. Joe didn’t hesitate—dropped his sweatpants, his dick hard from watching us. He stepped up. Chris lifted me a bit, shifting me forward.