Guys With Bulge Novels & Stories

Five students corner him. "H-Hi..." Kolya smiles weakly. He isn't sure whether he should be happy to meet new people or be scared because they're looking at him as if they're about to end his life. "You're Nikolai Park right?" One of the guys asks. The victim nods his head. Victim = Kolya. These five male students appear to be the bullies you watch in movies. Even the way they look fits the character of a bully. You know, the stereotypical look: lip piercing, the first four buttons of their uniform are open, their hair is full of wax, and their bodies are damn big—like they can crush Kolya in a blink of an eye.

Despite the teasing and light-hearted banter, there was an underlying camaraderie and affection that bound them together as a team, a bond that grew stronger with each shared experience, whether serious or lighthearted. As Vipula and her colleagues engaged in playful banter and teasing, a sudden interruption broke the jovial atmosphere of the room. The door swung open, revealing a man whose presence commanded attention. He stood tall and confident, his physique a testament to his dedication to fitness. His broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and well-defined muscles hinted at a disciplined workout regimen, while his expressive eyes and charming smile added an undeniable allure to his appearance.

Another difference is that the other two are very meek and lovely, and he has a tight feeling, the clothes are quite small compared to his body size. Hugging a solid body that accentuates each toned muscle line and eight-pack abs when hidden and present, makes women want to ovulate, but also have to accept this thought because people have wives and children. He kept walking behind the two girls without seeming to notice them, playing happily, with sweat on his forehead. "Mom, mom Ella Lazy wants that" Ella Lazy excitedly pointed to the balloons tied there, all shapes, superheroes, rabbits, ducklings....!

“Get closer if you can but don’t be obvious.” I shifted slightly, pretending to admire a piece of hanging artwork behind them, my gaze flicking from Matteo to the men beside him but then something pulled my attention. To the far left, standing slightly apart, was another group of men—three of them. Black suits, taller and clearly muscular frames, masks just like everyone else, but it was the tattoo visible on one of their hands that made the breath catch in my throat. The Black Vultures. No. No. That couldn’t be right.

Perhaps the goddess led me here to help save these innocent girls. But how? Someone came into the room and we all stared at him warily. He was a huge man with a bald head. He had muscles so abnormally big, I wondered if he was on steroids. My eyes trailed to his crotch and I internally scoffed. There was no noticeable bulge whatsoever. Just flat like me. Yep. Definitely on steroids. I heard they shrink penises. Maybe I should ask him if it’s true- Oh my goddess! What the hell am I thinking about right now?

Chapter 2 At the end of his stroll, Derek found two men. They were built like they treated their body with so much care and discipline. Their broad shoulders and hard chests were evidence of their sleepless nights in the gym. Their muscles were perfectly defined without looking forced. Their shirtless stomachs were flat and firm, each line of their abs clear under the red light. The only difference between them was the hair. The first one was bald, and his bald head gave him a sharp look. While the other one had messy long hair. His hair made him stand out in the midst of others.

She turned her phone to me. The photo was a grotesque representation of a huge man. A huge beer belly was hidden under a white tank top. His face was hidden, thank god. But something else was not. Looking down at the photo, I saw this despicable man standing in his gray boxer shorts. Which were hugging tightly around a massive bulge. It was surreal. The head threatened to poke out down against the inside of his thigh. And the obvious girth was as monstrous as the rest of the photo.

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BRIELLE POV “Need any help?” I turned around and saw him. He stood tall, his presence commanding without effort, the sharp blue suit perfectly tailored to his frame. The fabric hugged his broad shoulders and defined biceps. His jet black hair was impeccably styled, the glossy strands catching the light as if sculpted to perfection. He looked like someone who turned heads without trying, even if he had ragged clothes on. I was starting to wonder if all his suits were tailored just for him because they always fit him so well.

This is such a bad luck! “Ugh! This is stupid!” I grumbled, standing up, and turning my heels over, but unfortunately, I thought I would be able to escape his annoying presence, but just my luck, the moment I turned around, my eyes was greeted with the presence of four more guys that I didn't know was standing behind me, all wearing sleeveless shirts that showed their bulging muscles and sweaty bodies. “F*ck, I hate this day…” I cursed under my breath, looking at each one of their faces as they wore a playful smile, all of them were smiling, except one.