Shoto Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Why don't you make yourselves comfortable for starters. No one will need clothes for what we're about to do?" They started to remove their clothes, Phil more eagerly than Sharon. Phil was pretty normal, average height, average weight, average cock, nothing I need worry about having in my ass. Sharon was perhaps a bit plump, not fat by any stretch, but with a few added pounds. She looked fit and athletic otherwise, spending much of her time on her feet. "I'm sorry I'm not prettier," she said, as the last of her clothes came off.

It was a moment of pure magic, one that I knew I would cherish forever. Eventually, we returned to the shore, our bodies glistening with saltwater and sunlight. I wore a loose shrug over a bikini top with white shots , feeling the warm breeze against my skin, while Kabir donned a see-through white shirt that clung to his toned physique, paired with loose pants that danced around his legs. As we stepped onto the soft, warm sand, I spotted a volleyball net nearby. "Hey, let's play!" I exclaimed, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

A heads up would have been nice. I shove the phone back into my pocket before he notices. Stepping into the ring, I grit my teeth as Asher shrugs off his shirt. Of course. He stands there in nothing but a pair of shorts, toes sinking into the sand. But I refuse to check him out, refuse to acknoledge those tanned defined abs, the deep v lines and broad back and many more of his other rippling muscles. “Are you ready?” His voice pulls my gaze back up his expression neutral.

Shanon shook off her wet t-shirt while lifting her head to the sky, hoping that the sunlight would dry her clothes quickly. Anthony was stunned by the pool looking at Shanon sitting on a lounge chair. She looked amazing in the summer sun. Her body was bathed in sunlight. Anthony's eyes moved along her collarbone. Water droplets slid down her neckline and disappeared beneath her wet blouse. Anthony could see her braless breasts, which were clearly printed under her wet t-shirt. Anthony's body shivered at the thought of Shanon's beautiful body under his touch. “What a reckless girl,” muttered Anthony, grinning.

"There's a part of the water that's shallow enough for us to stand in." I turned to look into his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "I would love to, but what about our clothes? We don't have an extra set of clothes with us." Ashton chuckled and pulled me closer. "Who said we need clothes to have fun?" With that, he stood and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned physique. Next, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the ground, leaving him standing there in only his boxers. And just as I thought he was going to the water already, he removed his boxers, standing completely naked in front of me.

Obviously, it was too small for the both of them to fit comfortably. Her breath caught when she saw Ash appear in the doorway, shirtless. His hair was still damp from the shower he'd taken, water droplets clung to his bare body. Jo stared at his chest and hoped she wasn't drooling. Even if she was, nobody could blame her. Although she'd called Ash's body scrawny earlier, it was anything but. His chest and pecs were clearly delineated and his pants hung low on his hips, missing the indecent mark by just a hair.

- He said. Being that the shirt of his uniform still had the great emblem of his house in which it looked like a large and prominent alchemical symbol, in which it was only with shirts that it symbolized the great symbology of the Arabic language and nothing else covered it other than that Tsuki Miki was the only one completely naked. "I don't want." He tried to say, but was only met by demanding lips and a struggle between wills and dominance of tongues that fought inside their mouths. With the two fingers in his anus going in and out he was greeted with a mixture of heat and coolness.

I shook my head at my own reflection. I was bold but I wasn’t that bold. “Fuck it.” I tugged the sash loose and let the fabric fall open anyway. **** He was on the couch when I stepped out, and my mouth very fell open. Literally. He was shirtless. Like, completely, entirely shirtless — bare from the waist up, and I had never in my life been this close to a shirtless man who looked like that. Like him. The breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his chest, and the narrow taper of his waist had me swallowing.

Right a moment went by, he promptly arrived with his naked chest on display, he was… only in his boxers. I immediately eyed down because I was not used to this kind of heavy situations, I had no idea how to tackle everything happening at that moment. I grew up watching cartoons and RATED-13 movies, my parents were strict in this case. I had no idea how to cope up with this. I was loathed by our current awkward situation. Why is he shirtless?

Noah, his ego being too big for his own shoes to acknowledge the possibility of getting his a$$ kicked after all, just smirked at Shaylin and threw the cloth he used for polishing the blades just minutes ago over his shoulder. He wore light blue jeans and only a white cotton ribbed tank on top, his naked shoulders and huge biceps glistening under the slowly setting sun. His tattoos made a contrast to the light, looking like shadows creeping onto Noah's skin, ready to seize his arms from behind and subdue him.