Ponyboy Shirtless Novels & Stories

Parker spoke up, “Right Bryson?” Bryson looked up and nodded lightly, before removing his shirt that was so wet from all the sweat he had, and he poured the water bottle on his face, making the water go down to his chest, to his six-pack abs, and to his pelvis. He looks so sexy, with his wet blond hair and he is oh so blue eyes...which made me fall in love again... I did not notice the drool on my face when I was snapped back from reality as the others also removed their shirts, making me see all of their exposed abs. Parker has abs, I can give him that. Though not so buff, he can pass. Noah, on the other hand, is the buff body type. James beside him is the lean and tall type..not too buff a

Bennett sets the young boy — who I'm holding out hope might be his nephew, even if he did call him Daddy — on the couch and watches with his hands on his hips as a little boy goes back to coloring. At no point does anyone stop to explain the small child's presence in Bennett's home. Maybe I hit my head and this is all a dream. Maybe a bullet hit me after all and I'm dead. Most of my dreams starring Bennett end with him getting naked. I narrow my eyes and stare at the two of them super hard for a good four seconds, but Bennett is definitely wearing the standard Pelican Bay Security black polo shirt. Tucked into his jeans, the fabric is pulled tightly against his chest creating a nice little o

Chapter 93: What P.K Stands For Poppy watched as he went to the bar and placed their order, noticing the way his jeans hugged his shapely behind. He'd changed out of the blue chambray shirt he'd been wearing earlier. Now he had on a crisp white western-style shirt that fastened with pearlescent snaps. The long sleeves had been rolled up to reveal muscular forearms flecked with dark hair. As he returned, her eyes snapped up to his, and again she saw amusement there. She drew her cardigan around herself once again.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

I shook my head at my own reflection. I was bold but I wasn’t that bold. “Fuck it.” I tugged the sash loose and let the fabric fall open anyway. **** He was on the couch when I stepped out, and my mouth very fell open. Literally. He was shirtless. Like, completely, entirely shirtless — bare from the waist up, and I had never in my life been this close to a shirtless man who looked like that. Like him. The breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his chest, and the narrow taper of his waist had me swallowing.

Noah, his ego being too big for his own shoes to acknowledge the possibility of getting his a$$ kicked after all, just smirked at Shaylin and threw the cloth he used for polishing the blades just minutes ago over his shoulder. He wore light blue jeans and only a white cotton ribbed tank on top, his naked shoulders and huge biceps glistening under the slowly setting sun. His tattoos made a contrast to the light, looking like shadows creeping onto Noah's skin, ready to seize his arms from behind and subdue him.

The boy was still unconscious when Weber unzipped the bag and rolled his limp body out onto the smooth brown tile, but Weber was unconcerned. The boy would awaken shortly. Moving quickly now, Weber emptied his spare clothes from the bag onto the floor beside him and dropped his straw hat onto the tiles beside the clothes. Leaving his running shoes on, he pulled off his shorts and hastily slipped into the gym shorts, then took off the Hawaiian shirt and donned the old T-shirt. When he was done, he put his original outfit on over the new clothes. Originally, he’d planned to wear the T-shirt and shorts under his clothes when he left his apartment, but the unseasonable heat made him decide other

on his shirt are ripped off, and his sexy chest as well as his abs are shining brighter than her future! He’s looking at her putting on a disgusting expression. She keeps looking at his abs, still holding the collar of his shirt while choking on her saliva. “Don’t tell me you are looking at this puppy’s abs!” he says to her, and then she comes to her senses. She quickly spares his shirt, but her cheeks turn red out of embarrassment. “I-I’m extremely sorry.” “Y-your shirt is all torn!” she tells him, but making her choke again, he removes the shirt from his body. “Argh, what are you doing?” she asks him. He places his torn shirt on her hand. “What will I do with it?” “Keep it with you; you w

I asked him. “Time to shower, come, we are showering together.” Ken told me and began to take off his clothes. He took off his clothes as I watched until he was completely naked. Immediately I saw his penis, my body temperature began to rise. I really wanted it inside me, hard as a rock! “Come on! Take off your clothes.” Ken told me. But as I was taking off my clothes Ken began to dance while naked making his penis slap rhythmically his thighs. I have never laughed that hard.

Kelly released a photo of her arm wrapped in bandages, insisting she had nearly lost her life shielding Samuel from the attack. As my wife, Whitney stood before the cameras, weeping delicately as she pleaded, "Caleb is… sick. We'll take good care of him. We also hope that Mr. Gibson will be kind enough not to pursue this matter further…" Her tearful plea sounded so heartfelt that anyone listening to her would be moved. It was her feigned display that sealed their outlandish claims as fact. Instantly, the online community began cursing me out. "I don't think he acted like that just because he's sick. Honestly? I think he was born evil."