Tyler Cameron Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Strip. Ethan and I are taking turns on that ass tonight. And this time we’re not stopping after one round.” Tyler hesitated for half a second, then yanked his shirt off, revealing his toned chest and abs. He shoved his shorts and boxers down, kicking them aside. His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking at the tip. “Fine. But you better make it worth it.” Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, watching with dark eyes. He was already naked, thick cock in his hand, stroking slowly. “You looked good bent over that pool table last night. Bet you’ll look even better taking both of us tonight.”

And they were right! Tyler sends me his signature smirk. I looked down to his outfit and saw him wearing a white see though shirt. I could see his outlining abs. My cheek grew warm as I remember him being shirtless and only in his boxer. Gosh, he was hot. His abs are more toned compare to Liam. Liam! Oh my gosh! Why am I thinking about Tyler in that way? I’m such a perv! "Earth to Valerie?" a hand waves in front of me. What's wrong with me? this is the second time I zone out. I cleared my throat. "You, okay? Does bumping me making you stop functioning?"

I was still chuckling rather uncontrollably as I pulled one out from the kitchen. By the time I returned, I was a little taken aback by the sight that met me. Tyler had since taken off his shirt, and was now sitting there in all his shirtless glory, his skin looking so smooth, and revealing a number of tattoos which I'd never even known he had. Snapping back into reality, I threw him the towel which he used to wipe the sticky melting ice cream off his chest. I also took his shirt from his hands, placing it in a bucket of warm water to start soaking the mess out of it.

Lucious sighed in disappointment. As Cameron pulled off his shirt, revealing his rock-hard abs and muscles underneath, a gasp almost slipped out of Lucious's lips, but he covered his mouth just in time. It wasn’t the first time he had seen Cameron shirtless, but it didn’t get easier to hide his attraction either. His body was toned, his muscles were ripped, his nipples...

I followed, cheeks already warm despite the cold mountain air. Inside, the cabin smelled like pine and cold stone. Tyler dropped the bags in the hallway, then immediately peeled off his hoodie and the t-shirt underneath in one smooth motion. He tossed them over the back of the couch, leaving him shirtless in nothing but those stupid gray sweatpants. The kind that hung low on his hips, the soft fabric clinging to his thighs and God....cupping the heavy, obvious bulge of his cock so clearly I could see the thick outline of the head and the way it shifted when he moved. He stretched, arms overhead, muscles flexing across his chest and abs like he knew exactly what he was doing.

It was uncommon for me to kiss someone other than Ashton in public, let alone a nerd. But looking at Tyler walking confidently next to me, he did not look like his usual nerd self. He was not wearing any vest or even that high-neck buttoned-up shirt that looked like it could strangle his neck. No, he was wearing something casual: a white shirt and black pants. To be really honest, he looked as hot as Adam Levine, which was funny, because he was a nerd—nerds were not supposed to look this hot. Tyler Vincent being hot was the same as Mey thinking Harry Potter was hot, which means it did not make sense to me.

“You know that I live to please you, Tyler. Whatever you want, I will give it to you.” Her voice grew more audible as she approached him. “Wow. You look dashing.” Tyler had worn a blue shirt, leaving the first three buttons open so that his chest or a hint of it was visible. He was in jean trousers and white sneakers. Furthermore, he had combed his hair, giving him a neat fit. His violet eyes radiated with desire, seeing Lana.

The air was thick with the smell of cheap beer, weed, and a dozen competing perfumes. And then I saw Tyler. He was standing near the front door under the glow of the porch light, surrounded by a few of his teammates. He was laughing, his head thrown back, the column of his throat exposed. He was wearing a simple grey henley, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the corded muscles of his forearms. The fabric stretched taut across his chest and shoulders with every movement, and my breath hitched. My heart the stupid traitorous organ gave a painful lurch against my ribs.

Again. He huffed and looked away as I turned towards Abby and noticed she was deeply immersed in a conversation with Williams who has somehow joined us in the mix. I waved at him and faced the crowd, spotting Tyler unclad with nothing but a piece of cloth guiding his loins. I swallowed loudly, watching his biceps swell as he showed off as if knowing the effect he was having on any lady who was watching him at that moment.

I tear my jacket off my shoulders and she laughs in excitement. This woman is driving me insane. I can’t get enough and it was hard to control myself for the duration of the flight. “Clothes off.” I growl. Ashley laughs as I lift my T-shirt over my head. “I said clothes off,” I repeat. She bends and starts to undo her sandals. I kick off my shoes and slide my jeans down my legs, revealing my hard cock. Her eyes dance with delight. “You’re one hell of a man, Cameron,” she mutters sexily.