Can I See Your Bulge Novels & Stories

My vision went hot around the edges. “You like that?” he murmured, voice thick. “Are you hard again for me already?” I tried not to look down. I tried. But I saw the bulge in his pants and holy fuck. He wasn’t hiding it.He wanted me to see.I felt myself throb in my jockstrap. The ache turned sharp, urgent. Byron smirked and stepped in close, chest brushing mine.

I feel like I could come right then and there. I'm so close. I bucked my hips, wanting to ease the burning ache in my core. I tried to brush my pelvis against his, searching for his hardness, but I couldn't feel any bulge. Don't tell me he still isn't turned on at this point. That would be impossible!

My vision went hot around the edges. “You like that?” he murmured, voice thick. “Are you hard again for me already?” I tried not to look down. I tried. But I saw the bulge in his pants and holy fuck. He wasn’t hiding it.He wanted me to see.I felt myself throb in my jockstrap. The ache turned sharp, urgent. Byron smirked and stepped in close, chest brushing mine.

a voice said, jerking us back to reality. I struggled to get up from him, but it only made me crash down on him again, and he quickly shoved me away from him. My eyes went down, and I saw the bulge in his shorts. Even though I was naive and innocent, I read a lot of books to know what the bulge meant. I quickly looked away, shielding my eyes from him. He quickly stood to his feet and gave me an unsure look before taking off.

Until now I still cannot forget how his long and thick manhood fitted inside of me and I do not know why but just by looking at his growing bulge right now, I suddenly felt excited and afraid again. "Baby, stop looking at my bulge for now, please. He was just quickly growing more knowing that you are looking at him as if you really want to touch him already," he difficulty said as his hand was still massaging my clothed femininity while he was still driving. My cheeks quickly blushed right away after he said those words that is why I quickly removed my eyes from his bulge and I just shifted back my gaze in front. Gosh! It was so embarrassing! He just caught me looking at his bulge! What is h

I'm searching for Steve amidst the chaos, but he's nowhere to be found. "Who are you looking for, baby boy?" says a voice, interrupting my thoughts. I look behind and there he is; Steve, standing right in front of me. A smile spreads across my face as my heart races with excitement. He was standing just inches away from me. His football jersey hugged his toned body in all the right places, showcasing his perfect build. His sleeveless arms were on full display, revealing biceps that would make any girl or boy weak in the knees. And don't even get me started on his abs; the shirt was sticking to them with all the sweat, making my heart race faster.

I was about to adjust my position when something also caught my interest. There was a noticeable bulge between his thighs, clearly visible through the towel. No way! Is he...having an erection?

I say innocently. Before my foot makes it all of the way up, I begin to drag my toe back down instead. He frowns at me slightly like he thinks I am just going to stop right there. Instead, I begin to move my foot back up this time and go an inch higher than the time before. I do this over and over again until I finally feel the bulge waiting for me.

I could feel his annoyance this time. I place my rifle on the other edge of the table and take a look at the lens. I could see our building from this distance. “Are we shooting my boss?” “No, turn right…can you see the third building beside your office?” I turn my riffle on that side “There are still a lot of lights on, but there is a blue half open curtain…” how am I supposed to see that? There’s a lot of window on that condominium. He didn’t speak for a while; I did not check on him instead I keep on looking for that half open blue curtain.

Catalina Maria. I swallow for my throat has become dry. Words fail me as I stare at the obvious bulge in his pants. It is a large pointed bulge that strains against the fabric of his pants. I must be seeing things. It is obviously heavy and pronounced in a way that makes my pulse stutter and my body lock up. A stroke of need so visible it’s almost unbearable to look at before he hastily drops his shirt over it. Is that why he turned away from me?