Guys With Big Bulge Novels & Stories

"What...mnn...is really happening?! Jian Ying?!! Mnnn...mnnn...fuuu...fuuu...mnnn" He started taking in air. His nose wasn't getting enough of the air and then he switched with his mouth. And right there, he received another shock of his life! He looked in between his thighs and then he... "Wha...what is this?! A bulge?! Why? No way!!" "Wait! Is this for real?!"

"Why? Is that…big?" He smirked. Then he placed my hand on the big bulge on his pants. I swallowed. Fuck. I guessed… he was right. We need to take this slow.

"Is that Big Jim?" Burney nodded, his eyes already glued to the circling men. Big Jim was huge. Insanely huge. He had muscle on top of muscle and sprouted more where they shouldn't exist. He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down.

I’m gonna make babies with him? With hooded eyes I look up into his face and he gives me a soft, sexy smile. Then I look at the large hand that is still rubbing my thigh. You know what they say about men with big hands...or is it feet? My eyes drift off to his very large feet that are planted on the floor and my eyes grow wide. My eyes slowly travel to his crotch and the very large and very obvious bulge there. Oh hell no! That is not going anywhere near me!

And let me say, they are massive. More than half the men in front of us are huge. Bigger than anyone I have ever seen. They all look like they bodybuild for a living. The other thing they have in common is their facial expressions; they are excited. Bile clogs my throat at the looks on their faces. Some are even licking their lips while staring at me. As much as I want to, I don't shrink away from their gazes. I stare them down with as much disgust and hate as I can if this is my final stand. If, after this, I am drained of every drop of my blood, I want to go out fighting.

We walked down the noisy 33 street. My eyes suddenly caught sight of a group of young men walking toward two pre-teenagers who were riding a bicycle. They kind of looked dangerous especially the one walking in the front. He was wearing a black vest which revealed his huge tattoo (of a bull) which was on his left huge shoulder, he had a really dark complexion and blonde neatly cut hair.

“Thick thighs, bulging muscles, broad shoulders. Chunk.” I blinked and looked at the posters again. So, that’s what Pamela meant by chunk. I’m certainly not opposed to that physique. I’ve known several males with such a build, though none were as apparently chunk as Suzie Walterson's in-law, Ivan Furlan. Pamela would probably lose her mind if she watched the pack training sessions where such physiques were displayed. “Sorry, I’d never heard that term before. We call them mountains where I’m from.” I shrugged.

My wolf may want that monster inside me, but it is never going to fit. And what is that bulge near the base? I boldly reach between us to touch him, my mind splintering between reason and need. “Why…?” I manage to ask, my fingers grazing the bulbous mass near his groin. It’s not his balls. It’s at the top of his shaft. And it’s pulsating. “Why what?” He reaches between us to wrap my palm around his thick cock, allowing me to really feel that length. And yeah, that’s not going inside me. He’s way too big.

Mia I sighed, looking at the two warrior men following me. Bulky while possessing strong and muscular physiques, showcasing their physical strength and endurance. Gifted with broad shoulders, well-developed arms, and powerful legs, indicating their training and combat readiness. Their imposing stature and robust build would instill a sense of fear and respect among their adversaries, but not me.

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