Bulge In Guys Pants Novels & Stories

The sudden turgidity in his pants was a testament. A chord had been struck. And it would not go unplayed.

“All of them?” There’s an undercurrent of danger in his voice. A wicked promise that seeing all of them will require more clothing to be stripped away. At my slight nod, he unclips his belt. My knees squeeze together from the sound of it sliding from the loops. Watching me closely, he unzips his pants. They’re pushed down his hips, exposing black briefs that barely contain his massive erection. His thighs are thick with muscle. I could use his obliques for handlebars. The paths around his abdominals are deep enough to fill with water without losing a drop. Where does a man who does so much scheming find the time to work out? Is he naturally built like this?

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.

The massive bulge in his slacks is obscene, thick, hard, straining against the fabric like it’s angry. “We’re not done,” he growls, unbuckling his belt with a slow, metallic rasp that makes my mouth water. “That was lesson one.” He shoves his slacks and boxers down in one motion. His cock springs free, heavy, veined, thicker and longer than Mark’s by a mile, and I stop breathing.

Now that is what I call a tickling session’. I freeze with my hands on his abdomen when I feel the bulge in his pants pressing into me. I start to blush like a tomato. I doubt that he is turned on right now, so this must be his… normal state. ‘Makes a girl wonder what it would be like when it is hard, doesn’t it?’. ‘Shut it!!!!’.

My eyes traveled down his sharp suit jacket to his lap, and that’s when I saw it. There was a massive, unmistakable bulge stretching the fabric of his expensive dress pants. I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. I reached up and adjusted my glasses, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me in the afternoon sun. It was huge. As I watched, I saw his cock actually twitch under the fabric. My mouth went dry. Without even thinking, I reached out and let my hand brush against the side of the bulge. The moment my fingers touched him, it jerked hard against my palm.

After days of longing. He stood tall, his muscles hugged tight in the rich, seductive outfit he wore. White shirt briefed to his arms, strong, veiny but not too veiny hands exposed. His black pants brushed out his athletic legs, my eyes went down, falling on the place I knew I wouldn't be able to escape. His bulge. I knew how thick it was when bare. The curved shape outside of his fitting pants was already giving his secrets away. I cleared my throat, pulled my gaze away.

My eyes dropped to his trousers. I saw it. The clear bulge. He was so hard it looked like a tent had formed beneath the fabric. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down‚ freeing his cock. My eyes widened in shock at how huge it was.

The prominent bulge in his pants was now impossible to ignore, pressing obviously against the front of his coat. The air in the room crackled with tension. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my lewd moans still echoing faintly in my mind. My pussy throbbed around his stationary fingers, wet and needy. He knew I wanted more. And from the hardness I had felt, he wanted it too.

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!