Shirtless Guys Novels & Stories

As you glance back at your friends, jumping and laughing in excitement, their voices gradually return, and they pull you in, insisting on grabbing a drink, leaving you with no choice but to stay. But no, that's not my reality at the moment. Izzy, Emma, and I squeeze our way through a sea of sticky, sweaty bodies, searching for a spot with a bit more space than our current cramped surroundings. "Emma! I'm so glad you could make it," a shirtless blonde guy greets us, his smile so bright it could blind us. Is going shirtless a thing here? This is the third guy I've seen without a shirt. "Denny, so good to see you," Emma responded with a forced smile, shaking his hands that were obviously expect

Nathan spoke up once more, “The princes will also be expected to wear their swim trunks. No shirts, if you please. Our viewership will undoubtedly increase.” Beside me, Nicholas sighed. On the other side of Nathan, Julian tilted his head. “Guess I’m glad I’ve been working out.” I knew, for fact, that neither prince had anything to worry about. I wasn’t necessarily worried about my own body either. With the return of my wolf, I’d gotten more toned than I’d been before, while still maintaining some of my curves. I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.

I cried as I looked down at him in frustration. His brows furrowed as he lifted his head up towards me. “They’ve been here for awhile. They were just waiting for you to go inside.” He stated as he gently set me down onto the ground. I looked around him and furrowed my brows. The men had started to take out the box’s one by one and were setting them near there truck. “Why are they shirtless?” I asked as my cheeks got red. They had just all had shirts on, how did they have time to take them off. Plus it was not hot, so what were they doing.

Athena and Mallory thought they had seen it all, not until they saw some shirtless men in the field, wearing loose pants with sweat tricking down their upper bodies. Mallory gulped down the saliva in her throat as she saw some of the men bulge in their loose pants. “Did you see that?” Mallory asked Athena beside her in a hushed tone. Athena saw the men displaying their abs and six-packs on the field with sweat trickling down their bare bodies. But she was barely affected.

They are also trying on their tuxedos. Evren and Reed are both topless, dressed only in black dress pants. Evren is fastening his belt, while Reed is combing through his hair while inspecting his shirt displayed on a hanger. On the other hand, Luca stands before the mirror, fixing the knot of his bow tie, while Jace is fastening the buttons of his shirt.

"Alright! Listen up! On shirts I want Brody, Parker, Jace, Evan, and Sam! On skins I want Brian, Anthony, Dylan, Marco, and Max!" The shirts team laughed. As we passed them, they shoved us with their shoulders. I sighed and ripped my shirt off, throwing it onto the sidelines. The rest of my team was absolutely terrible. We had Brian the chubby kid, Anthony the manorexic, Dylan the chess team leader, Marco the scrawny Italian boy and of course me the geeky in-the-closet-gay boy.

Jake stripped down to his boxers next, the outline of his cock thick and pressing against the material, hard enough that it tented obviously, and he adjusted himself without shame, grinning at me as he did. Tom lost his shirt on the following turn, pulling it off to reveal his chiseled chest and abs, sweat already beading on his skin from the warmth building in the room, his pants low on his hips showing the V of muscle leading down. Lena ended up down to her bra and thong, bending over to pour another round of shots, her ass cheeks fully on display, round and firm, the thong string disappearing between them, and I could not help staring, my mouth watering at the sight.

He stood near the edge of the deck, shirt now fully gone, just in those khaki pants, barefoot, drink in hand, talking with Enzo and two other men I hadn’t seen before. His hair looked almost bronze under the sun, and his back was tensed—like always. Like he was never fully relaxed. I couldn’t help staring. “You like him shirtless?” Granny teased beside me. I jumped. “He— I mean... he’s decent. It’s hot out here.” She laughed. “You don’t have to lie to me, dear. I have eyes. I may be old, but I still remember how it feels to want a man that badly.”

Not to mention what they were wearing! While the rest of their rebellion were wearing tatty clothes that were either too big or too small, they were tarnished with mud and rips, but the five people at the front were wearing new, clean trainers with dark jeans and T-shirts… I mean who wears new trainers and Jeans to a fricking battle I scoffed in my head. They all stood sizing us up when a man who I believe must be Zara’s Uncle Rick, spoke up looking too fucking smug for my liking. ”Well, well, well, you must be Layton?”

He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. So, it was true then? They’d slept together?