Shirtless Guys Novels & Stories

Then I remembered what he looked like. His striking figure stood tall and confident, his presence commanding attention despite the simplicity of his attire. Dressed in nothing but a pair of form-fitting, charcoal-gray shorts, his physique was on full display, showcasing a body sculpted through dedicated physical conditioning and an unwavering commitment to fitness.

All of us contestants had to stand side by side in a row while Alpha Zain addressed us. The man remained shirtless leaving each muscle on his ripped body and his toned six-pack on full display. It didn't take that long for the image to take me back to that night with the alpha, but the reality of our impending challenge, stubborn as it was, found its way to the forefront of my mind.

All four men are shirtless, and it’s really, really hot. I stretch my hands to pick a chicken wing. It's really tasty. Yum yum. But it's still hot. I fan myself. Sweat is already rolling down from my forehead. This is so embarrassing. Why am I so nervous? They are just four dudes. Okay, FOUR SINFULLY hot dudes! Still, no one's touching you. Put yourself together, Maya. I wiggle the collar of my shirt to get some air on my body. I should get rid of this shirt I'm wearing afterall I have a tiny top underneath. But it's going to look weird undressing in front of them.

I’ll pay you in twizzlers : He was quick to reply. ‘Ah twizzlers.. my fav!! we can sort a schedule tomorrow. Come find me shorty’ Smiling I was about to reply when I heard voices. Rushing to my window I peaked through my blinds. He was outside his house with a few guys. No t-shirts just shorts. It was freezing. “Hot guys showing off their six packs in the dark”. Scoffing I rolled my eyes, not that it wasn’t nice to look at but who stood about in the freezing cold with hardly any clothes on? Closing my curtains I turned my TV on before jumping into bed.

He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers. He opened the door for Lisa and she stepped out with a boring expression. She was wearing ruby red knee length gown with black high heels. Lisa flaunt her hair in air. All the eyes in party turned to see the two people and couples outfit. Men gawked at Lisa with Lustful eyes while women drool over Brad. Seeing all the predator eyes, Brad put his hand on Lisa's waist protectively, closing the difference between them.

Maybe he would even look better in them. Alex saw a sleeveless white shirt and a long pair of black jeans on his bed. He wasn’t sure he would like the shirt. Where were the sleeves? There were meant to be sleeves?! The sleeveless shirt said; Damn, that’s good. Maybe he could exchange with someone but the percent of that happening was zero. He was sure not talking to Miles, and Justin who was already admiring his red short-sleeved shirt and pair of deep blue jeans. That was not happening.

Levon told his friend. "True, True, but you're the bigger jerk, come on Dylon, time to go down the creek." He pulled his shirt from his head and turned to find Bickerman, Carl, and Freddy walking towards them all shirtless. Louis got up and pulled his shirt off his head and Danny without any thought did the same but a loud gasp soon followed once he had taken his shirt off which made the boy conscious of his body. "Fuck!" Freddy gawked, moving closer to the boy.

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.

I leaned against the railing and watched them. Both boys were out there, shirtless, their skin glistening with sweat as they worked through a pile of logs. "Oh wow…" I muttered under my breath. They didn't strike me as the type who could do work like that. From this distance, they were just two identical specimens of perfectly muscular men.

Grant. Wearing nothing but compression shorts and a cocky-ass grin. Shirtless. Chest gleaming with sweat. Arms flexed. Hair damp and messy. He looked like a fucking ad. Like someone dropped a Calvin Klein model in the middle of our locker room. “What the hell do you want?” Malik snapped, stepping in front of me. “I came to say hi,” Mason said casually. “Didn’t get to catch up after the game.” “We’re not in the mood,” Liam growled.