Tom Holland Shirtless Novels & Stories

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

He takes a step back, unbuttoning his shirt, then takes it off, and my jaw drops. See, I have never seen him shirtless before. Have I imagined how he would look shirtless? Yes, so many times before. I think I’ve even dreamt of it. But none of it compares to the view I have right now. The thing is, with his line of work, I imagined he would have tattoos running across his chest and arms. Yet anytime he had his sleeves rolled up, I never saw any tattoos. I assumed he didn’t like them. What I didn’t know is that he doesn’t like them showing, because this right in front of me—this is art. And as a lover of art, I can appreciate good work when I see it.

The shirt was still warm, and it smelled like his cologne. He stood shirtless in front of me and I had to do my best to keep my eyes up, to be impossible not to sneak a peek at his toned, tattooed chest. As I imagined, every muscle was defined so perfectly I wanted to snap a picture. His chest wasn’t heavily tattooed, leaving his packs clear for the eye. When he pulled his shirt off, his hair turned slightly messy. His dirty blond quiff going in every direction. Tattoos had always fascinated me, but I was never brave enough to get one of my own.

"Good morning, Holland." He's standing there with a big smile and wearing a pair of satin gray pajama pants that left little to the imagination—looking good enough to eat. The last time I saw Holland without a shirt seemed like forever, but it was doing the storm when we shared that cabin. And the man looked even better! He looked more muscular. His dark, wavy hair is still damp from the shower. My eyes took in the profoundly tanned, well-muscled shoulders. My eyes made the mistake of traveling down his eight-pack stomach, following that trail of fine dark hairs that disappeared into the drawstring waist of his pajamas that hung on his hips. I had this overwhelming urge to untie the drawstri

I was ashamed to answer. "Take this so you don't get too cold." And then he took off the t shirt he was wearing." My eyes widened in shock. "I'm really fine Seth!" I panicked a little as I told him, because he was topless in front of me and even though he didn't have abs, his tummy was flat so he still had the same strength as before. So it's not just girls who are crazy about him at school, gays too. "I insist, you might catch a cold."

Hades clipped the leash to his collar. "Head down. Close your eyes. And don't do anything you'll regret. I almost forgot to get dressed up for you." Doll could hear Hades searching through bags. Fuck. If Hades got sexy for him on purpose, he was going to be drooling. Finally, the moment of truth arrived and Hades told him he could raise his head. Doll couldn't take his eyes off him. The gray-washed jeans were snug in all the right places. The simple dark wine dress shirt showed off his solid, toned frame.

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.

The sight was enough to melt me on the spot. The room was dim, the only light coming from a flickering neon beer sign on the wall. Nolan was sprawled across the bed, his long legs hanging off the edge. He was shirtless, his tanned skin glowing in the low light, showing off the hard ridges of his abs and the ink on his forearms. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white Tommy Hilfiger briefs, and my eyes traitorously dropped to how huge he looked in that tight fabric.

The ground shook slightly. "It's not like I have to get naked," he said. "You can turn around. I'm decent." I did and immediately saw that he was shirtless. The green shirt he was wearing hung in his hand. "Serious?" I asked. "Waiting for me to compliment you on your perfect abs?" Troy smiled big. "You think my abs are perfect?" I blushed again. Then tried to cover it up with a shrug. "They aren't bad." He winked. "That's good enough." He pulled his shirt over his head.

Hale tugs his shirt off first, dropping it on the smooth stones that line the lake. Stepping away from him, I can't control my gaze as it roves over his shirtless figure. The sharp lines of his muscled torso has my throat drying, and those deep silver tattoos...I wish I knew what they depicted. "Hale!" I admonish, tugging his shoes and pants off next. "I'm not fully naked." He grins, motioning to his underwear, which I refuse to look at. "Not that you haven't seen me unclothed before."