Guys With Bulge Novels & Stories

“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.

Getting to see her bottom-less was quite a treat. The two guys in the room promptly stood, shucked off their pants, and stepped out of their underwear. The blonde, curly-haired guy was pretty well hung; his long, thin dick was already hardening as he stood there. The darker-skinned dude also had nothing to be ashamed of. His thick, brown member pointed straight and proud.

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.

With love and passion. Nicholas removed his shirt only for Bella to check him out. She saw his washboard abs went near him to trace out his bulging muscles, Nicholas was silent the entire time, she went down to his sweatpants and slid it down from his waist and threw them away. She saw a big bulge from his boxers. She touched it with his boxers, and as she wanted to see him, all of him, she slid him out of his boxers. His bulge was standing proudly at 11 inches and circumcised nicely.

Lorenzo whispered from behind me as his large hand dominated my stomach, caressing the bulge in my stomach as their cocks reached deep inside me. "So big, hmm? You like that?" Leo chuckled as they noticed the bulge on my stomach, feeling their cock abusing every part of my inside up to my stomach. Minutes passed and I felt my body giving up from the harsh thrust from these men. My pussy ached as my legs gave up from the uncontrollable shaking.

He was the most positive thinker of the five fellows I am with. “Are you sure about that or it’s just your ego?” Juckash chuckled. He was, on the other hand, the most negative being among us. He had a toned body, not so bulky or so muscled, with short chestnut hair. I looked at him sharply. I didn’t want him to ruin everybody’s courage and confidence. He sealed his mouth tightly, and Bullox slapped the back of his head. Bullox was like our oldest brother in the group, and he always kept the neutral ground. He had a bulky nature with good-looking face. He had pierced eyebrows.

I enter the abandoned mechanic shop and the putrid smell of cigarettes, piss and alcohol greets my nostrils. "Who the fuck are you?" I hear from behind me, causing me to jerk. I turn around to see a raggedly dressed guy who appears to be in his early twenties; two other guys also start to approach us. I gulp nervously, I can feel my palms starting to sweat. "Are you Ezra's friends? Where is he?" "Why are you looking for him__ oh, you look quite alike; are you his brother?" He lights a cigarette, eyeing me from my head down to my toes; the hostility oozing from him is thick.

That was when I noticed the large bulge threatening to burst from his shorts. I sat up, reaching for his hands and pulling him close, as I started to unbutton his shorts. He reached around my hands and started to unbutton mine at the same time. I unzipped his shorts and the bulge seemed to squeeze outward, now only held in by the thin fabric of his boxers.

Two guys walk out, and the air changes instantly. They look like they stepped straight out of an action movie, broad shoulders stretching their black shirts, arms thick with muscle. Not flashy. Not loud. Just massive in a way that makes my instincts pay attention. I have fought some tough people in my life. Men who thought size alone made them dangerous. Standing here, I realize those fights were warm-ups. These guys are something else. “I didn’t sign up for any of this,” I say, stepping closer to Alexei. “I am not here to be part of your cult or whatever this is.”

They were some fine specimens of man. The similarities were astounding. They were all 6’9” tall. Broad shoulders with a lean muscular build, not bulky. They had defined shoulder muscles, biceps, triceps, and that eased into strong forearms. Their chest was completely hairless, the pec muscles were well defined and muscular but didn’t look like man boobs. Their 8-pack abs went on for days and led the way to the V at their hips. The package that sat between those sculpted thighs was one of perfection and more than a little bit intimating.