Novel & Cerita Tyler Cameron Shirtless

"You think it's so funny, you two do it." Tyler sighed, taking pity on Meredith, and stood up from the kitchen table. He took off his cut and his shirt, obviously not wanting it to get dirty. Meredith's mouth went dry as the Sahara as he walked over. Funny as it sounded, she'd never seen him without a shirt on before. He was very careful with his nakedness when it came to her. She gawked appreciatively. It was obvious he worked out, the man had what looked like an eight pack on his stomach, and his arm muscles bulged as well, veins showing in his forearms. While she had seen the tattoos on his forearms, she'd never seen the full sleeves or the ones that marked his back and chest. One in part

“I see you have waken up, princess.” No! No fucking way! Please let this be a horrible dream. “Tyler?” I asked in shock as I turned around to face him. He was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. No glasses. I repeat, no glasses. Holy fuck! Is Tyler Cummings actually good-looking?

This posture had her encircled in his arms. The video from before had finished playing. Cade moved the cursor and clicked on one at random. Cameron didn't stop him. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of, so she didn't mind if he watched it. This video was taken right in the middle of summer. Cicadas were chirping loudly, and Cameron was in a thin T-shirt. A man was pinning her down to a coarse cement floor. He tore at her clothing for the person beside her to snap photos. While he ripped her clothes off, he bellowed and blurted all sorts of vulgarities.

It was quite funny to look at Cameron undressed, he thought though didn’t say as in his current mood Cameron wouldn’t get the grim humor behind Rhett’s amusement, but it was like the farmer’s tan in blood – where Cameron’s skin had been exposed by his clothing, it was washed red with blood, and undressed there were tan-lines where the blood was and where the cloth had kept it from him. “Shit,” Rhett realized that if Cameron was that gory, then he was probably worse, and looked up at where he’d been holding onto the door frame to see he’d left a rusty-looking stain on the paintwork. “Fucking hell.” He stepped in and began to strip off. “I think these clothes are straight to the bin, don’t you

It was really bizarre. “Ashley. Eric. If this is a joke then it’s not very funny. Where did you guys go?” I asked, looking around. Basically turning around in circles. But when I turned back to the front Tyler was standing there. No one else had returned, only Tyler. Tyler wearing a pair of gym shorts and no t-shirt. He never wore that while we were training. He always had at least a sleeveless shirt on. “Where is everyone?” I asked. “They don’t matter.” He said.

Bad. “Now, be a good boy and take off those stupid fucking clothes. ” Cameron’s eyes squeezed shut. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. I knew I’d prevail. His shirt fell to the ground, revealing his big chest and chiseled arms. The veins on his forearms flexed as he undid his belt and zipper, then slid the pants down. He had on a goofy pair of boxer briefs with Mickey Mouse.

Tyler’s angry voice resounds behind me and I whip my head to stare at him, pursing my lips in a frown. For the first time in ever, Tyler’s shirtless, water drips from his light brown hair down to his exposed chest- he must have been taking a shower, why did I not hear the shower running? A gray sweatpants hug his slim waist, revealing his chiseled abdomen, I let my eyes wander up to his muscular chest, completely devoid of any hair. Damn, I know that Tyler is fit, but I didn’t expect him to be like this fit. “Iris.” His voice snaps at me, blaring red eyes staring back at me, “you aren’t allowed in my room.”

It would be awful to be so exposed in front of this many strangers. Then Tyler jumped up, shucked his shorts, tossed off his shirt, and ran for the water. Seeing him in just a pair of white boxer briefs, Hailey's eyes tried to pop out and roll right after him. Greek god? Even the immortals would appreciate that boy's body. Tyler whooped out a war cry, then leapt, hitting the water with a loud splash and soaking the partygoers foolish enough to be standing nearby. When the water settled, Madison called out, "Come on, what's keeping you two?"

“Clothes off. Now.” They stripped like they’d been waiting for permission. Shirts, jeans, boxers hitting the floor in a rush. Four fit, twenty-something bodies—Tyler lean and pale, Ethan short and thick with that fat jiggling ass, Ryan lanky with a long cock already dripping, Jamal smooth dark skin like mine but softer, eyes wide with shame-laced want. I peeled my tank off slow, let them see it all—broad shoulders, heavy pecs dusted with black hair, carved abs, that deep V arrowing down. Then I shoved the sweats to my ankles.

Tyler coaxed me as he handed me a flask. Tyler was the school’s bad boy. He rode a motorcycle, dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and had tattoos. Someone started a rumor that he had both his nipples pierced, but I couldn’t vouch for that because I had never seen him without a shirt on. It didn’t stop me from looking at his chest now that I was standing so close to him.