John Saxon Nude Novels & Stories

I took the wine and gave up the modest attempt at covering my nudity. John must have noticed, as he offered, "Mom, it's OK, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before." "No?" I questioned. "Just last night I undressed you for bed, you didn't act modest then... Why don't you just slide back down a bit and let me wash you," he responded. Then, without waiting for a reply, he grabbed the bath sponge and ran it along my shoulders." "John, are you sure you should be doing that", I asked, not really sure what to say.

He set them on a nearby shelf. "Construction workers always come prepared?" Owen asked with a weak laugh. Jax grinned. "Optimists always come prepared." Jax unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs. His cock was massive. It was thick and heavily veined, jutting out from a dense bush of dark hair. The head was fat and dark red, leaking a steady stream of precum. It was the most intimidating and the most beautiful thing Owen had ever seen.

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.

Something is up and whatever I’m about to find out, I know I wouldn’t like. We both look at the top of the stairs, Jaxxon is only in his briefs staring down at us. Apparently he slept half naked next to me. He looked like a God. His muscular body covered in tattoos. His biceps were huge that I never paid attention to it before. Standing straight with his six pack of abs seen clearly with his v line. Is that the outline of….??? Oh help me… Was I drooling?

"As you command, oh mighty leader." A shiver of fear or anticipation, possibly both, went up her spine as Jaxon, with a smirk, began to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a smooth, cocoa-colored chest. Lean muscles made his stomach taut and tapered down to lean hips. When she would have looked away as his hands went to his pants, Gavin, who'd come up behind her, tilted her head back. "You need to watch. Within our community, nudity is not considered taboo, not given our need to let our beasts out to run. It's something you need to get used to."

My head snapped up—and there he was. Jaxon. Leaning against a tree. Shirtless. Trousers hanging low on his hips. The moonlight clung to every hard line of him—the sculpted abs, the powerful arms, the jaw that looked carved from sin itself. His skin glowed faintly under the silver light, like the night was built just to worship him. If the moon was beautiful, he was devastating. "Will you keep staring," he asked lazily, "or are you planning to get out of the water?"

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

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.

No shame. The three of them stripped in the communal area under the watchful eyes of passing inmates and a couple of guards who simply smirked and kept walking. Marcus Kane arrived moments later, uniform jacket unbuttoned, revealing the hard planes of his chest. “Line up,” he ordered. Jax stood between Rico and Darius, all three naked and already half-hard. Marcus started with Rico... soaping the muscular Latino’s body himself, thick hands sliding over tattoos, down his back, then spreading Rico’s cheeks to wash his hole. Rico moaned openly, pushing back against the Warden’s fingers.

Scarlett was still waiting for Mr Jaxon to come out of the dressing room, and when he did, Scarlett's eyes bulged as if her eyeballs wanted to jump out of place. How could you not? With his arrogant style, Mr Jaxon came out in his trousers while bare-chested. Really! It is a sight that Scarlett will have to see from now on. Scarlett swallowed hard at seeing his muscular body with many tattoos and fine hair. What a hot guy, according to Scarlett.