Ponyboy Shirtless Novels & Stories

He’s wearing a gold short-sleeved buttonup shirt that’s open, white tank and black cargo shorts. I feel nearly naked all of a sudden. My family isn’t used to seeing me dress so... sexy or girly. Because I’m a huge tomboy. Manny doesn’t quite know that yet about me. I glance around at my nosy ass neighbors. Most of which, I babysit their children for them on a regular. Some wave at me with conflicting looks on their faces.

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”

Going down in a blaze of glory or something? He stripped his shirt off and laid it on his bag. He flexed his muscles as he kicked off his shoes. His track pants he left on for now. Menacing threats and intimidation were never as effective among men when naked with their pricks swinging about. Unless you're hung like Kody.

Bad. “Now, be a good boy and take off those stupid fucking clothes. ” Cameron’s eyes squeezed shut. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. I knew I’d prevail. His shirt fell to the ground, revealing his big chest and chiseled arms. The veins on his forearms flexed as he undid his belt and zipper, then slid the pants down. He had on a goofy pair of boxer briefs with Mickey Mouse.

Is it often passerbys would come in lacking foot coverage? “No shirt. No service.” She nodded at the back wall where there was a handful of shirts hanging on a rusted old Z rack. He found one men’s large it was the only one that wasn’t pink. The shirt was black and had the shape of North Carolina on it and it read Come on and Raise up. Well then. This is it I guess. He turned to the clerk grinned and put the shirt on. It was a tad snug on his biceps and he felt ridiculous. He looked in the reflection of the drink cooler and he looked like something from a wrestling poster.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

He stared at me for a moment longer, and then said, "Ok, then, if you are sure, come on." I didn't even bother throwing my shoes on as I rushed out the door after him. I stepped onto the soft grass, instead of the gravel and followed him to the edge of the trees. Byron stopped next to a tree and started to strip his shirt and his pants off and fold them cleanly across a branch. "Uh, what are you doing?" I asked as he was already down to his underwear.

I said. "Uhmmm Mia we need some shampoo for the boy's hair, we found something that looks like shampoo but we are not so sure it's the right thing. I don't want to burn the kid's hair, so you don't strangle me." He said and I was immediately speechless. What in the world is this man doing in front of me shirtless? I have never gotten to his body before, and I just can't take my eyes off his chest.

Their choreography is perfectly synced and the five boys take turns being front-center. The boys variously sport an oversized hip hop shirt, tank, unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt, joggers, Tobi pants, torn jeggings, baseball cap, stocking cap, ivy cap, bare dreads, bling, sneakers and training shoes. Nathan, meanwhile, wears a leather jacket and a fedora hat.