Bulge In Guys Pants Novels & Stories

It was chilly enough at the pumpkin patch that I never needed to remove my jacket, thank goodness. My yoga pants have slight flare at the bottom, but they hug my ass, molding it and somehow lifting it high. Throughout our time this afternoon I saw him not-so discreetly checking it out on several occasions, which made me grateful I kept them on like he suggested. I spin around so he gets a good look, shimmy a bit before bending over to untie my shoes. Ass up in the air, I hear him groan and approach from behind me. "You're trouble, you know that?"

The pressure makes the blood pound in my ears, but it feels good, like hanging upside down. I can’t move my head much, but my eyes wander down to Lev’s belt as he pulls it out of the loops of his slacks. It jingles as he flings it across the room, the metal buckle leaving a dent in the wall beside the door. Next, he thumbs open the single button that holds his pants closed, the zipper undoing itself from the pressure the moment he shifts his weight. His cock bulges out, covered only by thin black underwear. There’s a little spot of dampness where to tip is, precum from his arousal.

I tugged on his trouser, and he stood up, allowing me to pull it off until he was left in only his boxer. He was wearing a black one, and the outline of his bulge was very visible. I gulped as I saw the monster that was protruding from his clothes. It has been a while since something that big entered me, and I was afraid. He must have seen the fear in my eyes, because he looked at me, concerned, and asked, "What is wrong?" He asked like he didn't know the source of my discomfort. I simply looked at his bulge, not trusting myself to speak, and thankfully, he got the message. He palmed himself as he chuckled, his laughter ringing through the quiet room.

The open collar of his shirt revealed a hint of tanned, muscular chest, and I had to bite my lip to stop my mind from wandering further down that path. But my gaze slipped lower, tracing the way his shirt clung to his torso, emphasizing the strength that lay beneath the fabric. And then, as my eyes traveled downward, they settled on his trousers. The fabric pulled taut over his thighs, leaving little to the imagination. My stomach tightened as I noticed the distinct bulge at the center, a blatant reminder of his masculinity.

I couldn’t help it. He was standing right there. The white shirt was unbuttoned now, just two buttons left, showing the deep, dark hollow of his throat. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck, over his collarbone, and disappeared into his chest hair. I want to follow that drop with my tongue. My gaze went lower. To his belt. To the zipper. There it is. The bulge. It wasn't just a bump. It was a mountain. It strained against the grey fabric of his dress pants, heavy and thick. I could see the outline of the head, the ridge of the vein running down the side.

They were a soft, pastel pink color, made of an insanely stretchy, comfortable fabric with an elastic waistband. I pulled them out, eyeing them dubiously. "You've got to be kidding me." I didn't have a choice. I stepped into them, pulling the fabric up my legs. Because of the heavy elastic band and the intentionally oversized, baggy cut, the pants actually stretched to fit my waist properly, though they ended a few inches above my ankles, clinging tightly to my thighs and showing off the massive bulge of my groin. I looked like a giant, dangerous hockey player dressed in a teenage girl's sleepwear.

The plug drove impossibly deeper, the pressure on my prostate making my toes curl. I crossed my legs quickly praying the growing bulge in my jeans wasn’t noticeable in the dark theater. God I was fucked

Getting to see her bottom-less was quite a treat. The two guys in the room promptly stood, shucked off their pants, and stepped out of their underwear. The blonde, curly-haired guy was pretty well hung; his long, thin dick was already hardening as he stood there. The darker-skinned dude also had nothing to be ashamed of. His thick, brown member pointed straight and proud.