Shirtless Guys Novels & Stories

Why are they both shirtless in the pool house? “Arri? Are you listening?” Katie asks and I suddenly remember we had been on the phone. “I am distracted right now. Gabriel and Rhett are both shirtless in the pool house. I’m going to see if I can see what is going on and I’ll tell you about it later,” I say, before disconnecting my call. I watch as my brother unfastens and removes his skin tight jeans and his erect cock springs free. He appears to have some sort of ring around it. He has weird things going on. Wearing a collar lately is weird enough, but whatever strange things he does are his thing.

Dawn remarked. Mia swiftly returned to taking pictures of Charlie and Taylor. There were shots where Taylor flexed his arm, showing off his strength. He declared, “So what if I’m Charlie’s bitch! Romeo died for love—at least I only have to wear this shirt!” After Taylor put on his shirt, the rest of the guys with girlfriends were forced to do the same. It was hilarious. Although the team initially complained, they all ended up laughing about it. They took a group picture, and in the end, everyone agreed that the guys would only wear the shirts that evening.

A pair of loose navy boxers hang low on his hips. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Can you come outside for a while, I wanna try something. And you won't need any clothes." Leaving the door open he walks out. With a sigh I stand up from the window seat and pull my shirt over my head. I still didn't like being semi-naked around the guys—or the girls—but they'd seen me butt naked several times now and no one had ever said anything. They couldn't, they were naked too some times. The good thing about the guys was they weren't like normal guys, they didn't perve all the time, I guess they had gotten used to seeing girls naked by now.

I bring my gaze back to his in time to see his eyes flicker to his wolf’s. “No, Dad, these females will do anything they can to make sure we train without shirts on. How else are they going to be able to gawk at our abs?” I hear Quinn say. I stand beside my Dad as the rest of the guys strip off their shirts, and continue their way to the training area. I cover my face with my hands to try and cover the tinge of red that is creeping into my cheeks. “Well, I think that backfired on us.”

“Well boys, I was wrong. That group is not going to be in need of the older female generation. They’re off to a good start all on their own.” All four of them had removed their baggie t-shirts and track pants. They were all wearing mid-thigh, skin-tight bike shorts and sport bras. This did not leave much to the imagination as to what their curves looked like. The fact that Heather’s outfit was a bit on the small size just enhanced all of her already beautiful curves. I guess all of us had zoned out because the next thing I know, Levi is yelling in the link “You jackasses need to down here and help me. They had clothes on when I got here.” When Reed, Quinn and I started laughing we got a ques

"Can't be so sure. This is just the first half. Anything could happen even in the last minutes." I frowned and turned to her. "Girl, you speak football?" I thought we were here to watch the guys, not the game. "Yeah." Norma nodded. "I'm a huge Steelers fan. Dad and I never miss Superbowl." I looked at her like she just grew a horn in the middle of her forehead and turned into a unicorn. "Damn," yelled Autumn. "Nick is so hot!" I followed her gaze and watched a guy with perfect bronzed six-packs on display squirting some water into his mouth. "Why is he shirtless?" The other players on the bench were wearing their football gear although they took off their helmets.

However, my eyes are glued to one person. Kell Cross is standing in formation with the other football players. He’s shirtless and wearing simple gray basketball shorts, and his hair is damp as sweat drizzles down his face, neck, and muscled chest. Chest heaving, he leans down with one hand on the ground and the other on his back. His strong legs are positioned for a play. One bent in front, and the other stretched behind his back. As he and his opponent stand face to face, I lick my lips as I watch a drop of sweat glide sensuously down his neck.

"Can't be so sure. This is just the first half. Anything could happen even in the last minutes." I frowned and turned to her. "Girl, you speak football?" I thought we were here to watch the guys, not the game. "Yeah." Norma nodded. "I'm a huge Steelers fan. Dad and I never miss Superbowl." I looked at her like she just grew a horn in the middle of her forehead and turned into a unicorn. "Damn," yelled Autumn. "Nick is so hot!" I followed her gaze and watched a guy with perfect bronzed six-packs on display squirting some water into his mouth. "Why is he shirtless?" The other players on the bench were wearing their football gear although they took off their helmets.

Baby Five newly bald shave men wearing black jumpsuits were kneeling on the field, I can't see their faces for their back are turned however anyone can see that their bodies are trembling uncontrollably. These people don't have their hands bound in any way, with their built they can fight back or flee. I'm confounded as to why they chose to stay still as Charles' men are nowhere to be found to deter them. As I look closer, there's a tiny illuminating bar code on their nape that appeared also along with the rest of the codes and panels on the plain white wall that can only be seen once the contact lenses are used.

It was really bizarre. “Ashley. Eric. If this is a joke then it’s not very funny. Where did you guys go?” I asked, looking around. Basically turning around in circles. But when I turned back to the front Tyler was standing there. No one else had returned, only Tyler. Tyler wearing a pair of gym shorts and no t-shirt. He never wore that while we were training. He always had at least a sleeveless shirt on. “Where is everyone?” I asked. “They don’t matter.” He said.