Tengen Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

His navy t-shirt clung to a rock-hard chest and powerful arms, tattoos peeking from the sleeves. “Clothes are ruined with smoke,” he said, stepping closer. “Off. Now.” Ava’s hands trembled as she let the robe fall. She stood there naked, full breasts heaving, soft belly and wide hips on display, her pussy already slick. Kane’s eyes darkened. “Fuck, look at you. Perfect little thing.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso covered in dark ink. His pants followed, and Ava’s mouth watered at the thick bulge straining his boxers before he shoved those down too.

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

His trousers were an abomination. His movements were like that of a hunter marking a room full of prey, deciding which one he wanted to feast on. It turned out that the shirt he had on, underneath his jacket, was sleeveless. Completely. The cut was high and deep, exposing not only his arms, but most of his shoulders and a tease of the sides of his chest. The top was completely covered, like a tank top with a mock turtleneck. It was both masculine and sensual at the same time, something that took great confidence for anyone to wear.

She exhaled softly, heart warm, body relaxed, and smiled to herself, this morning felt different, so refreshing. The door clicked open, and Trevor walked in—shirtless and devastatingly sexy. His abs were perfectly carved, biceps prominent, every muscle in his chest and abdomen flexing effortlessly with each step he took A pair of soft, straight-leg cargo joggers hung low on his waist, loose and tight enough to frame the sharp V-line disappearing beneath the fabric The ink on his tattooed chest caught the light, glistening faintly as Claudia stared—lips parting without her realizing it.

Chelsea turned her head and called out to him. Russell snapped out of it and walked over. Chelsea took a black fishnet T-shirt and gestured on him with sparkling eyes, she said, "This one is definitely cool." Russell's eyelid twitched. Wasn’t this the clothes that those go go boys wore when they dance? "There was also a pair of shorts." Chelsea spread open the shorts with both hands, and when Russell saw it, he fell silent. The pants and the fishnet T-shirt were a set, tight-fitting square pants, full of grids, and what's even more morally corrupted is that those pants don't have a crotch!

Maybe Tera doesn't like men who look like this. Sebastian also changed into a plain white tshirt and black cotton knee-length boxer shorts. He stared at himself in front of the mirror, satisfied with his simple appearance. Maybe Tera prefers casual and simple. Ah, do you need to look like the geeky Brandon Dexter to melt Tera's wall of virginity? Unlucky!

No one was supposed to know. Tonight, he was wearing his favourite shirt, the one that matched the colour of his eyes, grey. It was a little tight around his arms, making his biceps seem bigger. He always left the top three buttons of this shirt loose, showing off his toned chest and silver long chain which he never ever took off. He wore this shirt with black skinny jeans, too , showing off his strong calves.