Travis Kelce Nudes Novels & Stories

By the third quarter Public led thirty to twelve and Mason ran the last fifty yards with Lee blocking Private and scored the last touchdown. The crowds went wild as the players shook hands and Kelley got glares from each and every player. “Traitor.” It was a harsh whisper from Hanson Chadney, Lewis Blackwell and Marcus Holt. Inside the locker rooms they celebrated with slaps on the back and lots of laughter as they showered and got dressed. “Kelley! There’s some girl asking for you by the parking lot.” “Thanks!” Kelley left the locker room as his teammates made kissing noises and lewd comments. Kelley laughed as he headed outside and stopped in his tracks. She turned to face him with a caref

CALVIN POV I couldn't take my eyes of this picture Iook at the way I was holding her waist i promise you one day I will hold you like this naked mama you'll see I kept imagining her undressed and I got a boner same time dammit now I have to do shit I slowly got up from my the couch walking slowly to the bathroom I arrived the and take my trackpan and underwear off I sat on to on the toilet after closing it I started to imagine her again pulling my dick up and down calling her name I closed my eyes Me: ahh... shit ..yea..that's more I like it baby ..ahh ..fuck ..yeah ...just like that yes..I'm cuming ahhh...fuck ...man. I shoot my babies down lol only if they were inside ntandos womb I walked

Travis Kane was bad for me, yet I wanted him. He had barely spared me a glance before walking to a connecting door in his office. I followed after him; I shouldn’t have. I really shouldn’t have. My feet brushed the rug as I opened the door slightly and peeked through the gap. Holy hell. He was in there, shirtless, his pants hanging low on his hips. He had one hand braced against the counter in the room and the other gripping his cock. And God… he was huge. My mouth went dry as I watched him stroke himself with slow, steady pumps, the veins along the thick shaft standing out. The tip was flushed a deep, angry red. He let out a low sound, a groan that curled straight down my spine to my alread

Right now, I’m in the house gym, working out. Ava: Working out at night? Kai: Yeah, night’s good for everything. It helps me focus and think too. Before I can reply, a photo pops up on my screen. I bite my bottom lip, staring at the photo. It’s him, but without his face. The image is cropped just below his chest. I see his torso, a black shirt lifted up showing off his defined abs, so perfect. The elastic band of his Calvin Klein underwear peeks above a pair of black sweatpants, tied loosely at the waist.

Loren changed her pink dress into a mini, comfortable casual gown while Caleb's shirts were off, he put on only his jogger pants. Caleb laid on his back, on the bed, cupping Loren with the crook of his elbow while she showed him the most recent nude photos she took before leaving America. The photos were mind blowing, as usual. When they were countries apart, Loren never failed to send Caleb her nudes at least, thrice weekly. But now they were together and Caleb's heart raced with the anticipation of seeing the nudes in real life. "You're hot as always, Loren." Caleb turned his face to Loren. They laid side-by-side, facing each other. Loren put her phone away, her gaze intent in his eyes.

“I still don’t understand what you mean.” He had been carrying out his Friday workout before Noah and Rolex interrupted him, insisting they had something “important” to discuss. For the first time, Trevor wore only a black singlet without anything covering his arms, revealing the tattoos spread across his shoulders and the defined muscles lining his body. Noah and Rolex were also dressed for training, both wearing shorts. “Fuck,” Rolex groaned dramatically while rubbing his face. “This is literally the third time we’re explaining this to you.” Noah sighed before stepping in.

I pulled back, cheeks pressing into the glass for a quick look. Then I saw them, Kennedy and that nitwit, completely naked. At first it looked innocent like they just needed to wash after practice. But then I watched them, rubbing their cocks together, water pouring over them from the shower. Kevin’s hands on their cocks rubbing and romancing them all over each other. His gaze locked on Kennedy whose lips were parted. Their thick veiny cocks sliding and grinding together, fat heads leaking precum, shafts throbbing hot and slick under the wate

Celeste’s POV After the dance, I followed him to a private hallway in the back of the pack house where there was absolutely no one else around. Without warning, he started unbuttoning his dress shirt. "What the hell are you doing?!" I gasped, my eyes going wide in shock. Nathan paused, a low, amused chuckle escaping his lips at my reaction. "Showing you my wounds, Celeste. Relax." He shrugged the fabric off his shoulders, and suddenly, his entire torso was fully on display. Broad shoulders, thick biceps, a perfectly sculpted abdomen... Oh, Goddess. I really, really need this money, I reminded myself, swallowing hard.

He slowly begins to undress, unbuttoning his shirt, bearing those broad shoulders and firm chest with his firm six-pack stomach and tight waistline. Kenneth stood up, raising his hand to his hair, running his fingers through it, and then released the two buttons that held his jeans on his body. He reached right below and unzip-pin them. He easily removes them along with his snug-fitting black Calvin Klein underwear down his firm, shapely thighs and legs. He picked up his clothes off the sofa and floor, leaving his naked body exposed, as he casually strolled over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. His heart felt constricted, and emotionally, he felt distraught. Walking around in the nude

What the hell was this? Huge, high-res images bloomed open across his screen. Noah. Shirtless. His damp skin practically glistening, framed in moody shadows against a steam-filled locker room. A weight bench. A gym floor. A towel slung too low across his hips. And the goddamn sock? Not on his feet. Of course not. One image had it tucked into the waistband of Noah’s boxers like some kind of playful accessory. Another had the thing dangling from Noah’s teeth as he winked straight into the lens.