Jordan Turpin Nude Novels & Stories

It was a bright Saturday morning and Jordan Duro was at his gym. When not in the field, he would be nowhere other than his gym. He is broad chested with six pack muscles on a slim waist and belly muscle. His arms were having some scars portraying he had been in some dangerous situation. Jordan is a 29 year old young man and a citizen of Newtown city. He is tall with a height of 6.5 inches. His long hair reached his shoulders which he tied up in a ponytail.

I nearly came right there. We stumbled toward the bed, shedding clothes as we went. My back hit the mattress first. Jordan climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one strong hand. His green eyes were blown wide with lust as he looked down at me. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about shutting you up like this,” he admitted, voice rough. The confession hit me like a slapshot to the chest. My cock throbbed painfully. “Show me then,” I challenged, voice hoarse.

Now I'm naked, just standing there watching myself. My dick hangs soft, with my balls below. I run my hands over my chest, feeling the smooth scars from surgery. This is me, Jordan, a trans guy owning his body. I turn to the side, checking out my hips and thighs. It all feels right. I wanna feel everything, touch every part until I explode.

I don’t either, but time is running short, and with another woman gone, our options are frighteningly thin. Somehow, someway, I have to separate Jordan from his all-access key card for our plan to work. No one is getting into the Pit without it. ~ I’ve offered myself up as the sacrificial sub, but it takes me an hour to spot Jordan in the public dungeons, now dressed in leather pants. Amid the crack of whips and the cries of pleasure and pain, he tries to give off the all-American-hero vibe with his winning smile. He’d spiced it up with a bit of badass, punctuated by the barbed-wire tattoo around one of his biceps and his gym-cut abs rippling between peeks of his black leather vest, without