Bulge In Guys Pants Novels & Stories

"Really? hm..." he teased then I felt the harder and bigger bulge in his pants. He was moving up and down, deliberately putting his hard object between my thighs. "But we're not done yet. " I heard him quickly and violently unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down to his knees before hanging my jeans and underwear above the higher part of several sacks of rice stacked near us. the soft yet hard object immediately hit my warm skin as it released from its cage. I cursed in my mind when the image of his masculinity suddenly entered.

I can already see the cruel, unrelenting bulge of his dick threatening to tear his pants. He finally undoes his zip, and it springs out like a feral animal snapping out of a cage. “Holy hell,” I gasp, unable to take my eyes off it.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the belt and undid the buttons of his pants, and when the last button gave in, I got a peek at the dark blue fabric under the pants. Excessive heat invaded my face, and my hands clutched the waistband of his pants. I didn't dare to look up while pulling his pants down because my face was on fire and Kyros would definitely see through me that I noticed a massive bulge in his crotch area. It was impossible to miss.

Not to touch his w-warm skin. But as I pulled down his pants, carefully not to touch anything inappropriate, his pants suddenly won't pull down. Goodness, gracious! It stuck!!! Heaven is punishing me. As I open my eyes, the first thing I saw is his... Bulge under his boxer. The pants stuck at his groin causing heat gushes all over my face. Why does he have a huge-- Goddamn it! I glared at his groin with narrowed brows as I slowly lifted the garter of his trouser but I can see through my peripheral vision Marcus's sly smile while looking down at me.

He was wearing a thin sleeveless black top, which flexed his muscles, and gray pants, but they were showing everything, as I could measure the size of his cock from the pants. Ooww! I screamed in my head, as my eyes stayed glued on his bulge, which was so evident through his gray pants, and I couldn’t help remembering the night we had at the hotel room. It wasn’t a wonder that I could barely walk straight the next morning; his cock was too huge not to wreck me, but why did he wear such pants in the house? Because the pants were showing everything. Grey pants are trouble! But I was secretly overjoyed since I was the only one around to see such a sight, and I imagined how full my mouth would b

Then he grinded his pelvis against her hip. Beverly gasped and her eyes crossed as she felt something huge and hard. “Is that what I think it is?” she asked with amazement and glanced down to his crotch. “Well, it’s not a sock,” he quipped with confidence. “Oh my god,” she mumbled with awe. She started to reach down to caress the bulge in his pants. “No,” he said sternly. Her hand stilled. “I was just –” “I know, but not now,” he said in a low tone. “Relax.”

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.

We didn't want to watch, but we couldn't look away as the Beta unfastened his pants, letting the material fall around his ankles. I had seen a penis before, having basically grown up in a nudist colony, but this one looked different. It seemed swollen and stood straight up against the Beta's lower abdomen instead of being loose and floppy. He grabbed his distended member in his free hand and began to slowly pull on it then push his hand back down.

His tank top rode up immediately, exposing a tantalizing strip of his chiseled abs — dark, smooth skin stretched over hard muscle. I handed him the wrench when he asked, my fingers brushing against his large, calloused hand. A spark shot through me. As he worked, twisting pipes and muttering under his breath, my gaze kept drifting. Lower. The grey sweatpants had shifted with his movements, pulling tight across his groin. And there it was — the most obscene, mouth-watering bulge I had ever seen in my life. His cock lay thick and heavy along his thigh, the fabric of the sweatpants stretched taut over its impressive girth. Even soft, it was massive.

She swayed around, and my eyes roamed lower, tracing the contours of her hips, accentuated by the dress’s fitted silhouette. I felt uneasy in my pants. However, when she turned around and took a step back on the bed, the slit on the left side made her thigh visible. Something twitched in my pants. Her slow retreat was a symphony of seduction because the slit on the left side was a sly invitation, offering fleeting glimpses of her toned thigh. I felt my pulse quicken as the fabric shifted, revealing a hint of smooth skin. I lost it because I was hard, like a steel rod in my pants, and when I shifted my gaze to my pants. I saw a visible bulge there, aching to get free and demanding a cave to b