Ponyboy Shirtless Novels & Stories

I am nervous and anxious and almost speechless too. "I just don't see the need." i say as i finish up closing my suitcase. "I need to freshen up a little, I won't be long." i point towards the bathroom and he just grins amused and nods. I shut myself in the bathroom and stare at the closed door. For a moment i forget what am even doing here. Then i remember the sex god and well known playboy Jordan Baker is in my bedroom. I quickly take a shower then hold my hair up in one bun. I put on some joggers and i don't put on a bra, it's not like he will be able to tell am not wearing a bra, i tell myself as i look myself in the Mirror one last time.

“You’ll catch a cold if you keep standing out here.” The words are so unexpectedly ordinary that I stare at him. Before I can respond, he gently loosens his hold on me and starts unbuttoning his shirt. One button. Then another. Then another. The soaked fabric peels away from his skin and suddenly he’s standing in front of me shirtless, rain pouring over broad shoulders and tattooed muscle as if he doesn’t even notice it. I don’t understand what he’s doing until he drops the shirt over my head. The material is damp from the rain and warm from his body.

there were shirtless boys walking around everywhere. "Time to lose girls" Dylan's voice dripped from behind as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders. If he's playing nice I don't mind at all being nice to him. Vess took her clothes off only remaining in her bathing suit. She is in light pink, looking like a model while Dylan removed his T-shirt. His body was also that built but Nothing is in front of Cole's. Shutup. I hissed. Damn! My inner voice.

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

My best friend asked me. “Don’t tease me, I’ve had enough already.” I punched his arm and he jumped off the treadmill, groaning in pain. “What changed man, did Jojo ask you to wear a shirt?” I bit my bottom lip and nodded, realizing that she had begged me so much to wear a shirt, and that was because girls loved to stare at me because I was always shirtless, even when I was out. I carried my chest hair with pride. “But I was wearing a shirt, because someone told me I look better in them– even though I don’t feel better.”

He’s dressed in simple clothes—a white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, slightly oversized but comfortable, and a pair of soft brown shorts. His hair, dark and messy, falls into his eyes, and he pushes it back with a playful flick. His cheeks are flushed from running, and his eyes, wide and bright, sparkle with joy. There’s no hint of the man he’ll become, no responsibility or revenge—just a boy who is happy, without a care in the world.

“You have a change of clothes?” I asked as I wiped some of the wet hair from his face. Riley nodded, reaching in and grabbing his duffle from the back seat. As if nothing, he started to pull his wet clothes off right there. One of the boys coughed as Riley dropped his pants and looked at me, shocked. “Riley…at least…” “It’s fine. The entire population of Georgia has seen me naked. Maybe even railed me. It’s not an issue.”

I shivered in fear as I feared what was happening. Why was he telling Noah to take off his shirt? What was underneath it? I hadn't seen Noah shirtless before, but I had seen him sleeveless and there was nothing there except for his normal tattoos. "Fuck off Drew!" Noah said through clenched teeth. "I don't belong to anyone" Even from here I could hear the dear in Noah's voice as his voice shook slightly. The guys around him laughed. "Take off the shirt, Noah. You seem to have forgotten. Or rather let the guys help you remember" Drew said, acting cocky as he smirked at Noah who looked uncomfortable.

in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and I can barely resist the urge to let it down. resist the urge to let it down. He's wearing a light purple polo shirt that covers his broad, sculpted chest. sculpted chest, and tight, faded jeans barely contain his thighs. faded skinny jeans barely contain his muscular thighs and toned ass. butt. Finally, Colter loses his gaze. -Well," the other man takes a deep breath and turns to us- uh. - He looks into the bag for a second and then continues: -Eight Legs Do it Better was for me.

"What do you think?" "Beautiful." And all of a sudden, he pulled off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. "Lo, what are you doing?" "Well, you said the shirt was ugly. I'm not wearing it out." I laughed. "It does look good, babe. I was only kidding." "No, it's too late. The shirt is gone." "Are you going out shirtless?" "If that's okay with you." He winked.