Bulge In Guys Pants Novels & Stories

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!”

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.

I walked towards him while he was using his left hand to undo his belt. “You can take it from here, yeah?” he put both hands behind his head and the way his biceps grew thrice their original size made my mouth water dangerously. I nodded wordlessly and bent over while facing him to begin tugging the pants off his waist, and I couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of the bulge in his briefs. Nothing would feel better than to stuff every last inch of him down my needy core until I was screaming for mercy. But even while being dazed, I knew that was a horrible idea that I shouldn’t follow through with.

His pants were still on, but the belt was undone, showcasing the defined V-line of his abdomen. A wave of heat rushed to Madeline's cheeks.

He blushed before looking at his sister. He'd told no one why he wore the clothes he wore. It was beyond embarrassing. Even his mom didn't know; the only one that did was his dad. "I can't wear jeans or leather pants, they hurt me. I need more room than they give me." She frowned. "Please, you're not fat how can you need more room?" He blushed. "Not in the hips or stomach, Fiona. In the crotch. I need more room in the zipper area."

“It’s not like I can help it!” “Mhm. Sure, you can’t.” I rolled my eyes at him and went to the closet to get some different clothes. My clothing had been hung up on hangers and I was given half of the closet. It seemed like a waste, due to my lack of personal effects. Pulling off my sleep pants and on a pair of yoga pants, I sighed. My bottom was still sore, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the bulge in his boxers. How could it be so impossibly big? “Do you need help in there?” He called from the room.

I swallowed hard—my body was screaming how much I wanted him. When he dropped his pants, the bulge in his boxers was impossible to miss. But when he peeled them off, my eyes widened at what sprang free. “Does that thing get thicker when you gain weight? Or are you using something? Because if that goes in me, I’m heading straight to the grave. That’s a fact.” He grinned, clearly amused. “Maybe a little weight gain, my little dragon,” he said. “A little? It’s as thick as my arm!”

"Come here." I crawled to him. My knees were starting to hurt on the rug. I stopped between his legs. My face was right at the big shape in his pants. He slowly undid his belt. The sound of the leather was loud. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock.

His skin is so amazing to touch. "Three years ago I was in a bad knife fight against two guys. I won, but I got that in the process." I'm impressed. "There's one more big one you haven't seen yet." "Show me!!" I elbow him. He takes a breath, and then he stands up. I can't tell what he is trying to do, but it becomes obvious when he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants. My heart quickens as he slowly lowers the fabric off of him. I feel my breath gets uneasy when he reveals his bulge poking through his boxers.

There was a noticeable bulge in his pants, as if it might burst any moment. “Then take it off already,” I said, frowning slightly. “As you wish, baby,” he replied with a teasing grin. He pulled off his white polo, and my mouth fell open the moment I saw the defined lines of his abs. “So delicious,” I muttered under my breath. Apparently, he heard it because the teasing look on his face deepened. “This is even more delicious, baby,” he said with a smirk as he lowered his pants—and the last piece of clothing he wore.