Ponyboy Shirtless Novels & Stories

Casey P.O.V Deciding I needed something stronger than water to handle this, I moved to the bar. I can not watch my ex-boyfriend kneel down and propose to the girl he cheated on me with anymore like he did not make his happy paradise on someone's grief. The bartender greeted me with a smile. "What can I get you?”. He was not wearing what the other bartenders were wearing, black shirt with the logo and pants instead he was wearing a sleeveless beige denim T-shirt , with a chain necklace around his neck , he was wearing scratched jeans , usually it looks on men like they have been disowned by their family and have been on streets for weeks but somehow he made it look great on him

“Shroud is a bully.” “I could hear you down in the Dungeon.” Dink helped Sonny Boy out of the closet and stood back while she brushed herself off. Sonny Boy was wearing a pink bikini. Dink suddenly felt eroticized by curiosity. “What did he do to you?” Dink asked. “It’s too humiliating to discuss.” “Did he use nipple clips on you?” Sonny Boy swished him away with his hand. “You’re such a hillbilly, Dink.” Sonny Boy looked over the damage.

Clearing his throat, he said rather awkwardly, “I’m gonna buy a new shirt.” One of Z’s brows raised. She looked at him from head to toe, noticing for the first time that he wasn’t wearing a cloak. Instead, he fashioned himself with a simple Byron shirt, which has a loose shape with a small pin tucked on the back yoke, black drop-crotch pants, and a black sneaker. “Where’s your cloak?” His brows furrowed. “What cloak?” “I saw it beside my—you know what? Never mind!” “You’re at it again. I really won’t understand you if you don’t specify things.”

It was Penny's boyfriend! ~~~ As she ran with Xavier from the tramps, such was her desperation to get away that Penny almost forgot that she was naked. It was only when she was safe in the clearing that she realised that she'd left the t-shirt behind. Still the relief she felt from getting away from those awful men was even enough for her to smile as Xavier took a long appraising look at her breasts and pussy. She felt discomfited but enormously grateful to him and she couldn't blame him for wanting to look at her.

“Unless you’re afraid of losing control around a younger girl.” The effect was immediate. Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Bellamy began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath caught instantly. He tossed the soaked fabric aside before removing the rest of his clothes, revealing broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and dark tattoos curling along one powerful arm. Heat rushed violently through me.

Should I make a run for it? He took his shirt off. I've only heard rumors about Morris brothers' hot bodies, but now I finally saw it in person. As I stared at the hard chest and abs muscles, I realized the rumors were all true. But instead of getting excited, I was terrified. What was he planning to do here? "Take your shirt off," he grinned. "Wha...what?" No way. Am I gonna get raped over a spilled beer? I started to panic again. He threw a plaid shirt at me. "You spilled beer on yours. Put this one on instead.

Somewhere I couldn’t think about Lee. My gaze dropped to my plain clothes. Would they even let me in like this? I loosened my hair from its ponytail. Lee always said he liked it that way. My fingers paused for a second. Not that it mattered now. None of his likes or dislikes did. I started undoing my shirt without thinking too much about it—three buttons at the bottom first, then I tied it at the front so it sat like a cropped top. Then I undid a few at the top, just enough to show the upper curve of my chest. It still wasn’t anything like the girls already slipping inside—perfect hair, tight dresses, effortless confidence—but it would have to do.

The floor was hard and there was little chance to really get comfortable. However in the shaded corral there was a cool breeze under the trees with a view of much of the campus. Although he still had to wear his ponyboots and his wrists still cuffed behind his back not to mention his cock still locked in chastity, he was still excited to relax in the shade for the first time since he became a ponyboy. Unfortunately for Cody his quiet relaxing time was short lived. He was only alone for a few minutes when several owners dropped their ponygirls off into the shaded corral to relax as well. Like Cody they still wore their ponyboots. Some had their wrists cuffed behind their backs, whereas some h

I move off my bed, my bare feet padding against the cold tiles as I trace over to the window. I open it, not sure if to smile or scold. We can get into trouble with his dad. The entire pack too. But Bryson clearly didn't care about the consequences and neither did I. Bryson appears out of the bushes, in nothing but some loose sweats, upper half free of any shirt. But had the shirt clutched in his hand. He's packed with muscle, toned sexy muscles. It takes me a good few to remove my gaze from his chest.

As I scrolled through the pictures, I came across one that I had taken of him shirtless on Storm. It was part of the first day's shots. We had just finished learning how to rope a bull when he took off his shirt and mounted the horse. He looked so hot in the jean pants and cowboy hat that I could not resist taking a few shots of him. As I stared at the photo, for the first time, I noticed the beautiful landscape behind him that I had caught in the shot: the sun going down behind a mountain. Everything about the photo was iconic, from the mesmerizing horse and the human to the nonliving things. To think that it was all unplanned.