Shirtless Guys Novels & Stories

The two who climbed out of the backseat could have been brothers, although one was clearly younger. Both had brown unkempt hair that hung about their shoulders and short stubble. I doubted any girl would find them attractive, even just passable. They too were lightly tanned and the older one had an arrogant look about him, walking with a slight swagger. All four of the group were shirtless and even at first glance, I had a bad feeling about these guys.

Guess it finally did. [Damn, she's lucky, right? Andrew Arlington. That family's serious old money.] [For real. I heard her dress alone cost five figures today.] [Five figures? No way. I heard it was custom. Just the hand embroidery took three months...] Skeet exited the chat. Bella in that dress kept flashing in his head. Then he laughed. It came out bitter, like chewing sand. Seven years. He thought they were solid. He was wrong. What he called "solid" was her staying quiet. Putting up with everything. Always backing him.

They only wore shorts without wearing anything to cover their upper bodies, and the sight was enough to make the women drool, Tammy couldn't even close her lips when she saw the sight of dozens of sexy, bare-chested men. “Am I in heaven now, sis? Are they Gods?” The assistant stupidly asked the blonde woman, and the blonde woman just rolled her eyes lazily without responding to what she said. Jessica was already holding the camera, and without saying anything to her assistant, she walked towards the group of handsome men. Apart from these men, a man presented as a referee. The man led the shirtless men to draw their teams for today's competition, and Jessica's job was to capture the moment.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

she descended the platform. The indicated packs’ main fighter, the substitutes and supports headed towards the ring. The main fighters were shirtless and wearing shorts and wristbands while substitutes wore transparent crop tops and loose pants along with their armbands. The supports wore white t-shirts and black joggers along with various coloured ribbons tied around their heads. Erion’s substitute fighter, a tall, slim and dark-skinned man with dyed golden, braided hair, was the first to go up.

I looked at Lilly who looked uncomfortable and embarrassed. "You okay, baby?" I whispered to her as I stepped towards her. Her eyes snapped up to me and she shook her head. "No. This is awkward and I hate it." she replied with blushing cheeks as she wrapped her arms around herself. I nodded and then quickly took my shirt off. Lilly looked at me in confusion as I pulled my gym shirt over her. "Better?" I asked and she smiled. Cedric quickly did the same for Jasmine. Dolph gave his shirt to Nik and soon most of the guys were shirtless and all the girls were swimming in big shirts but much more comfortable.

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—”

I questioned and got no true reply just him opening his mouth like he was going to answer before he closed it again since he didn't have one causing me to let out a laugh. That's when we all started searching through our clothes for both ourselves and the other's. After searching for what felt like forever we all decided we would have leather over whatever outfits we decided on. The boys had button ups on that weren't actually buttoned all the way up. In Lucas' case the top of his was unbuttoned but of course there was also Miles being Miles who had none buttoned. They both wore worn down jeans and some sneakers, their hair staying messy. And of course there's me who well looks hot like norm

I could feel my pulse racing. "Of course," said James, "if it would make you more comfortable, Sam and I can always take our shirts off too ..." I swallowed. I didn't know how to answer that. But James' smile was growing broader. Not taking his eyes from my face, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Sam did the same. I realised I was holding my breath, my eyes flicking between the two of them as they pulled off their shirts, and tossed them casually aside. I was sat between two tall, toned, shirtless men. They were both just inches away from me. I was acutely conscious of their broad, hard, tightly honed bodies -- the muscles in their arms, the firmness of their chests and their abs.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.