Morgan Brennan Nude Novels & Stories

Just open space where anyone could walk in and see the quarterback getting his dick sucked by a dude. Braden was already there. He was standing under one of the shower heads, naked. The hot water ran down his massive body. His back was to Jake. Jake could see the thick muscles of his shoulders and the tight dimples above his big, muscular ass. Braden turned around. His cock was already half hard, hanging heavy between his legs. Even soft, the fucker was huge. Cut and thick, with a big mushroom head. His pubes were trimmed short and his heavy nuts hung low.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Hanna shouted back, trying to drown out the sound of the party and the frustration consuming her. After that awkward moment, Morgan grabbed the clothes Hanna had left and headed to the rest house, where he could finally rid himself of the sweat and smell of alcohol. Once there, he took a relaxing shower, letting the warm water wash away his confused thoughts and emotions. After changing, he opted for a thin white knit T-shirt and comfortable sweatpants. As soon as he left the rest house, passing by the group of young people still playing, Morgan noticed the curious glances from the girls who showed interest and whispered as his shirt, a bit tight, revealed his defined body.