Bulge In Guys Pants Novels & Stories

He exhales a little, his body deflating and then he nods, biting his lips, an action I find extremely sexy. This time I keep my eyes on him, fingers gripping the buttons and this time they are steadier and the buttons pop out freely, two of us exhale , his crotch is right in front of my face, a very visible bulge under his briefs. “Fuck, look how huge you are.” The words come out as a purr. I feel saliva pooling in my mouth just staring at the bulge in his pants.

He groaned frustratingly then he saw Yenn giving him a disgusting look. “The fuck man” Yenn glared at him then turned his head to walk away, he felt confused then he heard Byul clear his throat. “Um your—” He pointed at his own pants gesturing to his. He gazed down and saw his prick up Fuck! That was so embarrassing. He crossed his leg to hide the fucking bulge. Damn he didn’t even realize that it was up! He must be really damn frustrated. Geez.

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.

It hit me like a slap—and fuck, it made my hole clench around nothing. He reached down. Big hand cupping the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He squeezed once, slowly. The fabric stretched, outlining every ridge and vein. Jesus Christ, he was huge. Even soft(ish) it looked obscene—long, girthy, hanging heavy to the left.

I spat back. He chuckled darkly before reaching into his hands into the depths of his pockets. "Not really." My eyes followed suit for my own safety. Just below the tight shirt he was wearing, Right under the V line that made me feel some type of way, I noticed a bulge in his pants.

"All that aside, there's an even bigger problem I need to deal with now." "Oh, and what is that?" I asked, already having a vague idea of what it might be in my mind. Without a word, he took off his pants and tossed them on the floor. I bit my lip at the sight of the huge bulge I saw desperately straining against his soaked boxers. I lifted my leg and gently pressed my foot against the bulge. I felt it contract as I did so. "Wow... That does look like a big problem," I said, feigning surprise. "It looks like you'd have a lot of work to solve it all by yourself. Can I help in some way?"

But how am I supposed to do this if I don’t? The heft of his bulge is one that I cannot ignore—it is half the size of my hand but thicker. I don’t know. His pants strain, seams look like they are about to split where the rigid line of him juts forward. Thankfully, he has already moved the zipper up so all I have to do is button it. I press the fabric but my knuckles touch his skin. He doesn’t react to that—at least, that’s what I think until I hear a snarl.

It went really well with his suit. The lines of the suit accentuated his broad shoulders and slightly narrowed waist. The pants were tight enough to show the bulge of his inseam and clung lightly to the gentle hills and valleys of his thighs. He turned around to let me see the whole thing. The pants did wondrous things for his butt as well.

Not because he didn’t look good, but because the pair of jeans was a bit too short for him. My eyes started to dart upward. He actually looked good wearing jeans, I thought to myself. That was until I saw his bulge. My eyes widened at the sight, and I blushed. I didn’t know wearing jeans could show a man’s bulge. Shouldn’t jeans flatten it out? Oh my God, he's big, I thought to myself, blushing at my own thought.

He flashes me a reassuring smile before leaving the room. The pants he brought are exactly what I’ve been searching for. They’re similar to what the guys wear, complete with small pockets on the legs, but they fit closer to my body. Designed for a weapons belt, they sit well against my hips. As I begin to fill the pockets, I realize why the guys always wear their belts… the weight threatens to pull my pants down without one.