Guys With Bulge Novels & Stories

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.

However, unlike the elderly men, the rest of the people that were stared at by Monica only put a glance at Monica before they looked away since they didn't have the ability to see whether someone was strong or not with just a single glance from their eyes. If Monica took off his clothes, showing his strong muscles, then it would be different, but he was wearing a long-sleeve white shirt that hid most of his body, and his muscles weren't the bulky type, so they thought of him as just Togo's boy toy. When Monica heard the words "Kengan Match" from Togo's mouth before, he knew very well what kind of story it was and also slapped his mouth who thought that this world was very peaceful.

None of that fake 'love' or ‘feelings’ bullshit. With her, at least there's something to look forward to at school. "These things are really heavy," Gabe breathed as he struggled to hold his grip. "Yeah, and we still got a shitload more back there. Blondie wasn't kidding when she said you guys could use a hand," I chuckled. The two of us were just walking down the long hallways, minding our own business, when this group of jock-looking guys came and shoved past us. "Watch it fuckers," said one of the dude. He was kind of big, but he was wearing this V-neck shirt that was two sizes too small for him, obviously trying too hard to show off his muscles. Sad.

probably the same sick son of a bitch who made female clones of himself? The other three followed suit, placing the roses in a radiating sunburst on the small piece of marble. Through the wall of Illuminati security came...the Missing Link. Oh My God. I had heard of V-chested males, but this was insane. I swear his upper arms were as big as my thighs. The problem was the hips and legs of the body didn't match-up to the torso, arms, neck (or lack thereof) and shoulders.

"Uh, does it help if you're circumcised?" He shrugged, and got comfortable again. But his arm up, so even with a shirt on, I could see it hang on his muscles, and the deltoid a little out the side. "I just pull it back." He stopped at the bottom, and even got another grip higher. To stretch it, so the head bulged, and the veins popped out like a muscular arm when he gripped it.

I hug her, not wanting her to see the tears in my eyes. The next morning, we arrived at school, and as soon as we got down from the car, a crowd surrounded us, and I knew what was coming. “Leon, don’t tell you are now with the school cafeteria’s top customer?” A guy said, pulling his head back. “Are you now interested in fat girls? You can probably carry her with all that strength.” The crowd started laughing, but my eyes were focused on Leon. There was a small speck of hope, maybe this time; he would stand up for me.

Its shape was unusually bulbous and reminded Jim of the distended belly of a famine victim. The hill had been growing slowly, like a bulge in the earth, for the past three months, getting noticeably larger by the week. The grave was one of three affected in this way, all of them growing large swollen mounds. Jim was very well acquainted with each of the graves and had originally brought the matter to Sloman’s attention.

I just need a 3D view. My curiousity got the best of me and did what I wanted to do. I craned my head to the side to see the side profile on this one, and yup! Volcano bulge or mountain-like bulge, however I describe it, it's bulging. My eyes went back to him once more, then back to his groin. I did this a few times while my dirty thoughts crammed in and the word bulge was capitalized. Would you prefer me to perform a b.j.? Of course, I can't ask this out loud. I just signed my death wish.

something large and rigid that definitely wasn't there when I saw him on campus last week. I blink, my mind racing with a profound, clinical confusion. My brain, so used to analyzing symptoms and side effects, immediately goes to the most logical conclusion. Is he injured? Did he hit himself during that intense workout? The bulge looks incredibly uncomfortable, almost painful, and the way the fabric strains against him makes my own face go scarlet. My mind is so naive to the biological reality of the man standing in front of me that I genuinely wonder if he’s about to burst out of his clothes just like I did mine. Is his body density-shifting too? Is he having a "reaction"?

Lo and behold there was a telltale bulge in his shorts. With, I'm sure, a big assist from the wine, my inner imp got hold of me. I reached over and grabbed his bulge and said, "You're enjoying this aren't you. I bet I'm better in bed than she is." Jerry was obviously embarrassed and his cock went limp almost immediately.