Joe Locke Nude Novels & Stories

I pulled back, cheeks pressing into the glass for a quick look. Then I saw them, Kennedy and that nitwit, completely naked. At first it looked innocent like they just needed to wash after practice. But then I watched them, rubbing their cocks together, water pouring over them from the shower. Kevin’s hands on their cocks rubbing and romancing them all over each other. His gaze locked on Kennedy whose lips were parted. Their thick veiny cocks sliding and grinding together, fat heads leaking precum, shafts throbbing hot and slick under the wate

Like the concept of embarrassment has never touched him a day in his life. I rip off my compression gear, trying to focus on literally anything else. My jock becomes a problem I don’t have the mental capacity to solve. Keep it on? Take it off? Neither option feels safe. Lockie drops beside me before I can spiral further. Thank God. He’s dressed. Dry. Normal. A functioning human being who understands towels. Unlike Theo. Honestly, how has no one taught him basic decency? He’s twenty-eight, not a feral animal. “That save was insane, Vin,” Lockie says. A sharp throat-clear cuts through the air.

The ruined speedo fell away, leaving Leo completely naked, face down on the white lounge pad in the middle of the open ocean. Arthur tossed the torn fabric aside. He unbuckled his linen trousers and let them drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them, completely bare underneath. His cock was massive, thick, and fully hard, jutting out from a dense bush of dark, gray-streaked pubic hair. The head was fat and dark purple, already leaking a thick drop of precum. His heavy balls hung low, swollen with seed. "On your knees, boy. Face me," Arthur ordered.