Bulge In Guys Pants Novels & Stories

That was when I noticed the large bulge threatening to burst from his shorts. I sat up, reaching for his hands and pulling him close, as I started to unbutton his shorts. He reached around my hands and started to unbutton mine at the same time. I unzipped his shorts and the bulge seemed to squeeze outward, now only held in by the thin fabric of his boxers.

He got off the bed, his eyes barely having any traces of white in them. “Take it off.” He commanded, pointing to his trousers. I gladly unbuckled his belt and took it off completely. I unzipped the trousers, and they slid down his legs. The bulge in his boxers was so huge that my eyes widened, just at the same time that saliva dripped down my mouth. The sight of his bulge made my lower region throb so hard that it hurt. I cupped him through the boxers, and he threw his head to the back, cussing out loud.

I’m glad to see that his skin is less angry today. And when we both work on tugging his boxers down, there is no razor burn down there. Just a normal amount of man hair, two normal balls thank god I didn’t break anything with my knee and one, uh, very thick, very large, um…male pants snake? Oh, come on, you can do better than that. Be dirty. It’s just your mind here. Fine. Cock. His cock is massive.

He looked forlorn. “Do ya see these, lass?” He cradled his balls. “I see them.” “When a man gets that close and doesna…Well, these swell.” He gestured ridiculously in the motion of a great balloon inflating. “Do they burst?” I asked hopefully. “No.” He frowned. “Oh.” I stuck my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “Too bad.” “Aah! Lass.” He groaned in frustration. Dropping his head back and massaging his forehead.

There was a huge bulge in his pants as he danced, and Brooke could feel his eyes on her slightly exposed tits. Her lips parted when his hands reached for the belt and removed it swiftly. The zipper to his pants came undone and slid down to reveal two things. Reed Abbott hadn't worn underwear. The huge bulge she had seen was not stuffed clothes. It was his cock. His thick, huge, beautiful cock. Her entire body went jello at the sight. Just how big was he? "Wanna measure it?" Reed chuckled, wrapping a large hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes and tugs.

He said with a mischievous smile. The said outfit consists of a pair of leather pants, similar to those he wore last night and extremely tight. Although we are indeed about the same height, my thighs are a bit larger than his and my chest slightly bulkier. The t-shirt he gave me hugs me tightly and is quite short, so much that if I lift my arm the slightest, my navel will say hello to the world. It doesn't help that the waistband of the pants is so low, I really hope I won't get an erection otherwise something else will be waving hello to the world.

pants and a white tee, which clung to his body perfectly. His biceps stretched across the white tees, showcasing his sculpted shoulders and broad chest. His loose pants hung low on his hips. My mouth watered instantly by the sight. His mussed hair made him appear more sexy. And his eyes pierced mine with so much intensity that it made my cheeks reddened and my thighs hot. I clenched them tightly. My eyes traveled down to his pants. And the huge bulge I saw made me gulp hard. I was taken back to the night when he had entered me. How big he felt. How hard-

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I'm not curious for long. He drops his pants. And from the shape of his briefs, I almost choke on my own saliva. Nothing in the anatomy I know can classify what's packed beneath that fabric as normal. It's like a fucking plus-size baguette in his pants. And the worst part? He's not even hard yet.

Vincenzo cut him off with a look, then turned the same look on me. “Valentino… do you want to cut your sweatpants open with that monster cock of yours?” I blinked. Didn’t get it at first. Then I looked down. My dick had shoved the waistband down so far the head was out, flushed dark and dripping a steady line of precum onto the grey fabric. The outline was obscene—thick, veined, straining like it was trying to tear free and hunt her down itself. Lorenzo barked a laugh so hard he nearly spilled his drink. “Holy shit—look at it! It’s got its own zip code!”