Can I See Your Bulge Novels & Stories

There was a distinct, moving bulge in her lower stomach where I was hitting her. "Look," I rasped, as I forced her to look down, to see the way her body was forced to change just to hold me. I stared down, mesmerized by the sight. I couldn't take my eyes off it, the way my own body was stretching hers. I reached down, my large, tanned hand looking dark against her pale, delicate skin.

Were any of them wearing cock rings? In doing so I began to notice bulges. I had never looked at a man's crotch before, never gave it any thought. But now that I was looking, I could see their bulges. Some were so faint you could hardly see. Others were right there and hard to miss. Some went to the left, some to the right. Some wore briefs, some wore boxers. I got to where I could tell in a glance. I found myself visualizing their cocks in my head. It was crazy.

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.

I couldn't help but notice a bulge, hitting me below my stomach and how his hands tightened around my waist each time the bulge came up. Eat me, Alpha Kade.

And I'm now painfully aware of what's missing up there! But then my hand hits something, and I slide it up to see what. Oh my god! No bump. BULGE! And it's huge! I gasp again, this time looking at him. And all the while my hand is moving, exploring, and it just keeps going!

Following the sound, I spotted a soft, innocent-looking eighteen-year-old girl standing on the neighboring balcony, staring at me in shock. 'Damn it,' I thought. 'Busted.' Before I could figure out what to do, she asked like a child, "What's that bulge? It looks different from mine." I froze. Her big, watery eyes were so pure, so clueless. Was she… slow? Since when did a gorgeous airhead live next door? A wicked thought crept into my mind. Still playing dumb, I said, "What do you mean, different? Let me see what you've got."

"Why? Is it awkward?" I just facepalmed and said, "Of course! The girls here can see your abs and bulge curve!" "So, what now? Let them to enjoy then!" My eyes widened. "What?!"

He wondered as he clutched onto his stomach which didn't stop making annoying noises. Guess, as a ghost he still had tastes. The bus stop!. It clicked. He had seen something like that on his way here. Maybe he could use it. Since no one could see him, he knew he could use anywhere but still he had tastes. Holding onto his butt, he ran out of the shop.

I nervously bit my lip and clenched my fists. "H-how do I suck? What d-do I suck?" I curiously asked him. He let out a low chuckle and slowly pulled my head closer in front of his crotch. It has a bulge in the middle. Why does it have a huge bulge in the middle? He suddenly pulled down his underwear. I gasped when a thing suddenly appeared. W-what is this? What is this? It looks big and long. It has green lines all around it. The tip looks moist and reddish. I could feel it's heat even when I'm not touching it.

he said, flashing her an evil grin. "W—what are you going to do?" she asked, becoming worried by his expression. When he straddled her, wearing nothing but boxer shorts, she could see his body for the first time in daylight. He wasn't rippling with muscles but was slim with an impressive sixpack. Just above the line of his hip was a nasty looking scar with dots running up either side. "Appendix," he said, following her eyes.