John Saxon Nude Novels & Stories

Against his better judgment, Ryan moved closer and peered through the crack. The sight that greeted him nearly stopped his heart. Sloane stood under the spray, completely naked, her body glistening with soap. She was perfect with full, perky breasts, tiny waist, round ass, and smooth, hairless pussy. Ryan’s hand slipped into his pants, wrapping around his rapidly hardening cock as he watched her. Dirty thoughts flooded his mind: sucking on those big tits, spanking her ass, burying his thick 7-inch cock deep inside her tight little slit. He was stroking himself furiously, right on the edge, when the water suddenly shut off.

If word got out, everything would blow up. Jax kissed my neck from behind. "Relax, baby. We got you." He turned me around and kissed me deep, his tongue claiming my mouth while his hands pulled my dress up. Marcus watched, eyes hungry. Jax lifted the dress over my head and left me completely naked in front of them. "Look at that perfect body," Marcus groaned. "Those tits. That wet little pussy." Jax pushed me gently toward the couch. "On your knees first. Show Marcus how good you suck cock."

Sage left to get Aarshon to help Nix shower. “You can try on the dress after you shower and eat,” Sage told her when she closed the bedroom door. Aarshon pulled his T-shirt off as he crossed toward her. Nix could feel her body stirring to be close to him. Nix lay on the bed nude from shifting. Aarshon stopped at the end of the bed to strip his pants off. He stood there nude, looking more and more like a Greek god. The chiseled chest went into a slim V-like waist. Muscles seemed to dance and stretch when he moved toward her.

Suddenly,the study door swung open, making me stand up in surprise and Jaxon entered shirtless. "Come to me he said”.....

Everyone laughed at Jax's embarrassing story of Hendrix, everyone, but the man himself. He stood beside his friend in a defiant pose, hands crossed over his bare chest. A bare torso I was fighting like hell not to look at. Tried to ignore the thick cords of taut muscle - the deep V of his waist, and how low those godforsaken black board shorts sat. So, while Jax carried on with the fifth installment of his miniseries aptly called let's make the asshole suffer, I sat stone still. Kept my thighs closed tightly and begged my body to cooperate.

Jaxon spanked her and sprayed her with the notes. "Boobies, Princess, Boobies." Jaxon chanted like some horny teenage boy. Roxanne smiled and continued dancing in front of him. She unhooked her bra and sexily took it off. Jaxon felt his bulge poke through his pants as he saw her free those beautifully perky breasts. Roxanne went back on stage and got on the pole. Her moves seductive and very precise. She loosened her panties ropes and the tiny thing dropped to the ground. She was naked now, except for the garter belt she was wearing. Roxanne herself was getting aroused by what she was doing.

Color rises to my cheeks as heat blooms under my skin. I punch his arm lightly. “You’re so silly—oh my God.” I slide off him with a huff, knowing I can’t bear to look at him after what he just said. It’s the only way I can hide how turned on I am too, and that’s when I spot Jaxon. He’s across the room, lounging on the couch looking like a priceless art exhibit. He is shirtless, with grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low down his waist. His hair falls in messy strands all over his face, and he has his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he stares into the book in his right hand.

The bathroom door swung open, and steam billowed out like a cloud, obscuring everything for a heartbeat. Then Jaxx stepped out. He wasn't wearing a robe. He wasn't wearing a towel. He was completely, utterly, undeniably naked. The bedroom lamps cast golden light across every sharp angle of his body… the broad expanse of his shoulders, the wet, dark hair clinging to his neck, the way water droplets still trailed down the defined ridges of his abs. He was a masterpiece of muscle and tan skin, and he stood there as casually as if he were fully clothed. Completely unbothered. Completely at ease in his own skin.

And Kyle, 29, the quiet one with a gym-rat body and the biggest dick of them all — easily ten inches and beer-can thick. They circled me like predators. “Strip,” Jax ordered. I peeled off my tank top and shorts, my hands trembling as I did. Not because I was scared and was unsure about this. No. Because I was fucking excited this was real. Next, I was standing completely naked in front of them, my seven-inch cock rock hard and pointing straight up. They whistled appreciatively. “Pretty little birthday boy,” Clinton growled, palming my ass roughly. “This hole is about to get destroyed. Are you ready?”

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.