John Saxon Nude Novels & Stories

He just fucked me from behind, slamming me headfirst towards the next orgasm. *** “What are you doing?” Pushing my sweaty hair away from my face, I watched from beneath hooded eyes as Jax appeared in the bathroom doorway. I half expected him to be at least wearing a towel. After all, he had showered, but he apparently hadn’t thought it was necessary because he stood there as naked as the day he was born, leaning on the door frame with a cocky grin on his face. He knew he looked good naked, just like he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. And he was right about that. My mouth watered at the sight of him.

I arrived for the final scheduled session already trembling with anticipation and nerves. Jax had texted me earlier: “Tonight we break all limits. Wear nothing under your clothes. Be ready to beg.” I stepped into the gym wearing only a loose tank top and sweatpants that I stripped off the moment the door closed. Naked. Exposed. Heart pounding. Jax was waiting, shirtless and imposing, the gym lights casting sharp shadows over his ripped physique. On the bench lay new toys, a larger anal plug, nipple clamps, and a thick vibrating dildo.

Jackson said. "Okay," I answered without hesitation. This is something new, helping a straight man finding his true identity. "Cool. Let's take our dress off." Jackson ordered and stood up on the bed, one by one he took off his clothes until there was no fabric covering his body anymore. Jackson is very handsome, just like Mason, and his body is so ripped that he always goes to the gym. I started to take off my clothes. And after a minute, we were both naked.

Jax showed up the next day without knocking, letting himself in with the spare key Sophia had “jokingly” given him after their first session. He found her already in the home workout room, wearing nothing but a tiny black sports bra and the tiniest pair of thong shorts that barely covered her pussy lips. Her body glistened with a light sheen of pre-workout sweat. “Someone’s eager for intensive training,” he growled, dropping his bag. Today he wore only black compression shorts that did nothing to hide the massive, half-hard cock already straining against the fabric. “Good. Because today we skip the warm-up and go straight to ruin.”

"Remember who owns the throne you are sitting on." Without a single shred of hesitation, Jaxon unzipped his trousers, his massive, rigid length fully exposed and glistening in the blue terminal light. He aligned himself against her soaking center and drove himself deep inside her with a powerful, single-minded thrust that bottomed out completely against her aching heat.

under his breath but he quickly covered it up with a cough when Jaxon requested him to repeat it. Then he gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared. “No normal guy wants to shower with a gay dude, okay? What if he’s taking pictures? For his fucking fap album or something?” The locker room went dead silent. Throwing his head back, Jaxon let out a short laugh. “For a straight guy, you seem to know a hell of a lot about jerking off to naked pictures of men. Why don’t you show us your photo album, Matt? Let’s all see it.”

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.

But I seemed to see Johnathan's eyes glow green and then disappear again. I sensed that he was completely naked, his skin texture was firm and tender, and he must have worked out regularly. His blond hair was wet and plastered all over his back, and I could see his full face more clearly. I have to say, his face would really drive a lot of girls crazy. He could totally compete with superstars for vogue covers. "I can't believe you're thinking of disobeying my orders." "W...what?" "You just tried to run away didn't you?"

Morning seeped into the suite in slanted gold light, the kind that should have felt warm but didn’t. Jaxon sat at the edge of the bed, bare-chested, scrolling through messages on his phone. His expression was unreadable, that same mask of precision and control he always wore after letting someone see too much of him.