Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Speaking of the fire, he was getting a little hot with his jacket on so he took it off. Then he noticed their stares were a little more intense.

“An investment manager? You’re not what I’d pictured someone in that field would look like,” Celeste said looking at the tight white undershirt clinging to his torso.

He snorted. “What should I look like?”

“Lumpy but in a bad way!” Stephie chimed in.

“I’m thinking a sedentary lifestyle, leaning towards intellectual pursuits,” Celeste explained.

Kyle thought back to his life before meeting Gwen and realized he probably would have ended up flabby and weak. The upside from giving control of his life completely over to a controlling partner. His new, healthier lifestyle. He sighed. “Yeah, that would have been who I became but I… went the other way.”

“You’re gay?!?” Stephie blurted disappointedly.

Ginny slapped the blonde’s arm. “Owww!” Stephie yelped.

“No! He didn’t become fat,” Ginny growled at her confused friend.

“Just how buff are you?” Celeste asked in a quiet voice.

Kyle blinked at her. “What? You want a show?”

“Yes please!” Charlize gushed and giggles erupted.

When Kyle frowned Charlize pouted cutely. “Just a little, please!”‘

The others chimed in with pleas of their own and he gave them a frustrated look. With a huff, he stood and everyone went quiet, staring at him to see what he’d do next. He realized he might be taking himself just a little too seriously so he took a deep breath and heard a quiet sigh across the flames. Ok.

He set his jacket down on the log he’d been sitting on and reached down to tug the bottom of his undershirt from his pants. He saw their rapt attention so he slowed down. They wanted a show? He grinned self-consciously. He could do that.

He pulled the fabric up until it was just free of his pants. Then he ran his fingers along his belt from the front to the sides, sliding them under the hem of his shirt which was still clinging to him. It was a wicking undershirt, meant to keep his body dry and comfortable but he’d been wearing a leather jacket on a warm night while sitting before a fire. He was a little bit sweaty.

Gradually he tugged the tight fabric up his body, revealing his tight abs, the sweat glistening in the firelight. The shirt popped up over his pecs and he peeled it up and over his head.

“Fuck, yeah,” Stephie sighed breathily.

Laughter exploded as the tension broke and the ladies were hooting their approval as Kyle grinned at them.

Once they began to settle down he felt a yawn coming on so he raised his hands to get their attention. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show but now I must bid you a goodnight.”

They whined but he waved them off, picked up his jacket and looked to Charlize and Chloe.

“We’re going to stay up a bit longer with these fine young ladies,” Charlize said but Chloe squeaked in protest. Kyle didn’t see Charlize patting Chloe’s hand.

“Good night!” Kyle said and headed back to the tent. He heard more hoots when he showed them his back.

Chuckling, he unzipped the tent and went inside. It was pitch dark inside so he leaned his cell up against the side of the tent and turned on its flashlight as a light source. As he had it to himself he quickly stripped down to his boxers and took the wipes from his bag. He gave himself an efficient and thorough cleaning, even down there to feel refreshed, then sealed everything away. He looked at the three sleeping bags and froze. He should have asked in advance which one he should use. He determined the ones on the sides would have better access to the side vents for fresh air so he took the one in the center. Having chosen, he turned off the light on his phone.

After unzipping the sleeping bag and getting inside he discovered the next issue. It was too hot to sleep inside the bag. He finally just sprawled out on top of his closed bag and closed his eyes. He still had his boxers on so he was decent enough. He threw his arm over his eyes and let himself drift off.

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When Kyle walked back to the tent, Chloe couldn’t contain her annoyance any longer. “Why aren’t we going back with him?” she hissed then glanced over at the curious eyes watching them.

Charlize turned to face Chloe with a devious smile. “We have to wait for him to fall asleep before we wake him most delightfully.”

“Oh my god!” Ginny gasped as Stephie and Celeste squeaked. Charlize and Chloe followed their eyes and there was Kyle’s silhouette against the inside of the tent. He was undressing and the contours of his muscles were clearly defined in profile. They froze as they watched him running his hands over his body.

“What- what is he doing?” Stephie breathed.

Charlize caught on right away. “He’s bathing!”

“Bathing?” Ginny asked curiously though she couldn’t look away.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“With wipes. He’s cleaning his body with wipes!” Chloe exclaimed quietly.

They went silent as they saw him tug the front of his boxers out and slide a hand inside to clean… everything.

“Oh my god!” Ginny gasped again.

“I want that!” Stephie sighed.

“Me too!” Celeste said.

The light went out and they all moaned.

“Fuck that was hot! He had to be doing that on purpose! Is he always this much of a tease? How is he in bed?” Ginny babbled to the two women still staring at the darkened tent.

Charlize turned to face the three ladies. She shook her head and licked her lips unconsciously. “No, Kyle isn’t like that according to Fiona. I doubt he was aware we could see his shadow on the tent. Fiona hasn’t said too much except he’s a very giving lover.”

Chloe moaned. She looked back at the tent. “When do we go to him?”

“What about us?” Stephie insisted.

Charlize looked at her in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Celeste took up their case. “It’s our last night together. Our bold plan to have a wild time, one last blast, before we went our separate ways in university fizzled out and culminated in this. The three of us camping in a rented VW van. Nothing exciting happened! We need this! It’ll be an experience we can share for the rest of our lives,” Celeste pleaded.