Big Buldge In Pants Novels & Stories

Like I always say, he could have been a very attractive man if he wasn't such a jerk and so annoying. With his long arms and muscular biceps, his broad chest, washboard abs, and strong, seemingly sturdy physique, he could certainly protect his girl from bad guys trying to harm her. Then, all of a sudden, I was tempted to stare at his V-cut muscular lower abdomen and the significant bulge between his legs. I gasped when I saw that part of his maleness, still covered by his jeans. Goodness! He had such a significant bulge even when he wasn't aroused; what more if...

SLAM He tugged on the waist band if his sweat pants and pulled it down the second I say the word; please. My eyes bulged like I was seeing him in all his thick, long and veiny glory. It was a sight to behold as he bobbed up and down, the tip shining with pre cum. “It’s not going to fit.” I say in realization. He was too thick, too long, too big. If I was to take everything in me, I’m certain I would split in two.

The bulge growing in his pants makes my mouth water, but at the same time, I’m starting to question if I will be able to take him. I didn’t expect any less. Rhys is a tall man with the kind of body that implies he’s a regular at the gym. I bet he spends hours pounding metal every time, hence the broad shoulders and sculpted torso that not even his shirts can fully hide. His thighs are broad and strong, as are his hands. I can still remember how perfectly they cupped my boobs. A man cannot be this large everywhere else and have a small dick, can he? Unless it’s a prank from the universe.

The buttons of the shirt were crying for mercy, caught in a struggle of their own as they tried to house the packages this hunk of a man owned—broad shoulders that stretched a long mile, full and sumptuous pectorals. As he sipped from his cup, his biceps doubled in size, pushing against where the material had bunched up at his elbow—he must be a fan of rolled sleeves, blessing me with the sight of pale skin and veined forearms. My, my, my! I didn't expect businessmen to be so fit. Most of the ones I had come across during my missions were the usual—receding hairline, drunkard belly, and yellowing skin. The ape behind me, whose presence I had long forgotten, was the size of almost two muscula

The pants were comically baggy, bunching up around my ankle like oversized clown pants. My tiny frame and the oversized suit created a hilarious contrast that was hard to ignore. I looked at the group of men surrounding me, they looked like they were constipated, their faces contorted in a desperate attempt to hold their laughter in. Their lips were pressed so tightly, they turned white, and their eyes were watering from the effort. One guy’s face turned bright red as he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle a giggle. Another’s shoulders shook silently like he was having some sort of internal earthquake. They all looked like a bunch of balloons about to pop.

They were the best grilled sausages I had ever eaten. Plenty of others had the same idea, and everyone was rushing to get their paws on the sausages. The counter was getting closer, but before I could reach it, I crashed into a muscular guy's arms. His pecs actually visibly bounced and the impact knocked me onto my butt. Camden Jordan's laughter rang in my ears. I looked up and saw that obnoxious smirk on his face. Camden had taken off his T-shirt and hung it casually over his shoulder. His eight-pack was also on full public display.

This man was a burly man, 6'5, 280ish, probably early 50s; he had short salt and pepper hair, a beard to match, and a bit of a belly, but it seemed thick all over. He looked much more blue-collar than the others; he wore a work shirt, jeans, and boots. He mentioned I looked ready and waiting and didn't need to waste time with small talk as he ripped his clothes off. He had a lot of grey hairs on his chest and belly and tree trunks for legs, but what had my attention was his huge, very thick-cut cock. It had to be at least 7 inches soft and just shy of a coke can in thickness with large, low-hanging, heavy-looking balls behind it.

I could not help smiling back at his smug beaming face. «Oh my god! These are incredible! » «I know; as I said, they cost me a fortune! They will custom-fit whoever wears them first. Are you better now? Lift your knees a couple of times, too. Every part of it needs to move around you and find your shapes. » This time, I did just as he said: I lifted my knees one by one. The fabric that usually scrunches up behind your knees dissipated, and I never thought I could be so excited about pants!

Unbuckled it, then slowly pulled the leather through the loops of his pants until it fell to the floor. She couldn’t look away. Her eyes followed every detail: the way the muscles of his abdomen contracted slightly as he moved, the thin line of dark hair descending from his navel and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. He lowered the zipper, opening the pants and revealing the tight black underwear that barely contained the evident bulge of his erection. He let the pants slide down his hips. He pushed them down his strong thighs until the fabric pooled at his feet. Now only the underwear remained.

Looking at him, I could clearly see the bulge in his pants, pulsing and waiting to plunge into me. He shoved his pants down in one go and I was scared. Actually scared. It looked different from how I usually saw it before. Was it because it's been a while since we fucked? It was huge. It was red. Pulsating. The tip glistened with pre-cum and it stood erect and proud, defying it's heft.