Tyler Cameron Shirtless Novels & Stories

Cameron held it protectively, pulling me against the glassy walls caging us under the running shower. His hands carefully massaged my sides, taking off my jacket. Quickly his hands went to the crop top glued on me, also taking it off along with the tiny piece of underwear gripping my chest together, instantly my bare chest was exposed. He stopped for a second, his heated gaze on me and his eyes sparkled. Cameron unzipped my pants, helping me out of it. Now I stood unclothed with my mate, under the running shower. Our bodies in each other's touch.

With a gulp of anticipation, I tapped on the notification, not sure what to expect. My breath hitched as the photo loaded on my phone screen. And there he was-Tyler, standing in front of a mirror, half naked. Only a towel was wrapped around his waist, revealing his chiseled, athletic body. Time seemed to slow down as my eyes took in his toned muscles and the way the droplets of water clung to his skin. In that moment, my mind went blank, and the only word that escaped my lips was a whispered, "Shit."

I wasn’t exactly prepared for the sudden turn the afternoon would take. But then again, when was I ever prepared for him? Without a word, Cayden yanked off his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso that was honestly, unnecessary I was already quite aware of what I was dealing with. His remaining clothing? A strip of cloth so minimal, it barely qualified as attire.

Cameron turned her head sideways and replied, “I’m not.” Waylon chuckled. “This is new, Cameron. I thought you were used to seeing men's bodies since you have been staying under the same roof with other men the whole time?” Cameron turned her head around to meet his gaze. “Are you serious? I’m not embarrassed at all. I dare you to strip yourself naked.” Waylon looked at her silently. With a triumphant grin on her face, Cameron went closer to him and said, “I thought you wouldn't feel embarrassed at all, Wayne. But it seems like I was wrong. It's okay. I don't mind seeing it again.”

Felt how swollen I was, how slick. Waited. The door creaked open around one a.m. No knock. Just the soft scrape of wood on wood, then the faint click of the latch. Tyler stepped inside—shirtless, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, the outline of his cock already thick and heavy against the fabric. Moonlight carved sharp lines across his chest, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. He didn’t speak. Just closed the door, locked it, crossed the room in three steps.

He was just putting on joggers so his upper body was exposed revealing his six packs, biceps and broad shoulders. I got jealous when I thought that the maids might have drooled and stared at him too much. “Why are you shirtless?” I asked with a frown. “That's disrespectful baby, is that how to greet your husband in the morning?” Tyler asked as he dropped the tray on my lap and I pouted. “You know you can't walk around the house without a shirt, we aren't the only ones in this house. No other lady is allowed to stare, or even have a peak of your upper body!” I stated and he burst into laughter.

The closer they got the more Tyler’s face changed from desperation to admiration. I wasn’t all that surprised. Camile picked out a cute ensemble today. She needed to be in charge of everything and it felt good being dressed since I do most of it when I’m working. Today she put me in a thin-knit turtleneck under an oversized boyfriend button-down, a leather miniskirt paired with tights, thigh-length boots. This was a season for layers and by the look on Tyler’s face, he was taking off each one with his eyes. This wasn’t good I thought looking down at the pills in my purse. “Emilia. Fancy seeing you here.”

Tyler muttered under his breath. A few more rounds passed. Truths about my sexual history. Dares that made me take shots and dance seductively for them. Then Tyler’s turn. “Dare.” He looked straight at me. “Take off your shorts. Very slowly.” I stood again, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, and slid them down my legs inch by inch, bending forward as I did so. My black lace thong was now fully visible. I stepped out of the shorts gracefully and stood before them in just my thong and nothing else.

One of them — Tyler, I was almost certain it was Tyler — was standing with his hand on his hip, completely nude, talking to someone I couldn’t see, gesturing with the kind of animated emphasis that suggested a story being told at full volume. One guy — blond, enormous, tattooed — walked past the camera completely naked, scratching his stomach. Another was drying his hair with a towel that was emphatically not around his waist. Another was bent over, reaching into a lower locker, and the angle was — The camera whipped back. Chase’s face filled the screen. Close. Flushed. The specific shade of red that came from exertion and something adjacent to horror. “You didn’t see anything,” he said. “I—

Tyler sighed and continued to rub the older man's hard cock, as he replied, "I've had all sorts of requests for public and private videos, sir. I was asked to pee and shit on camera. Someone wanted me to suck my thumb or something cock shaped. Men have asked me to buy a dildo and fuck myself with it on camera. Some have even asked me to mail them the dildo afterward. Men have asked for all sorts of things, sir." Matt smiled as he prodded, "But you didn't do any of that, did you, boy?" Tyler shook his head embarrassed. Matt smiled wider as he let the silence trail on, before asking, "Are you forgetting something, boy?" Tyler gasped suddenly and blurted out, "No, sir!" Matt smiled deviously as