Guys With Bulge Novels & Stories

"Who are they?" ‘I wish she’d defend us as passionately as she gossips,’ Olivia thought, biting her lip. Riley nudged her impatiently. "Dereck and Leo," Olivia muttered. "I heard that! Tell me about them!" Riley pressed, eyes glued to them. "Dereck and Leo are the second-most popular guys after Zachary and his friends. But they’re rivals." Riley’s excitement dimmed as she picked at her nails. "I wish we didn’t have to deal with bullies."

Kanto Country, B City In a magnificent building that was located in the countryside, two young men of differing complexions stood before each other. In their hands were wooden swords with cracks all over, signifying that they had been used for quite some time. The two men were of differing build as well. Both men were dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts; hence, it was easy to assess their physiques.

I heard the girls go quiet behind me. There was a super tight grey singlet straining to accommodate the large muscles of his chest and abs, with every ridge and contour perfectly visible to my widened eyes. To make matters worse, the lower part of his body was strong, long, solid and naked… apart from the tiny boxer briefs clinging low on his sharp V-cut and thick thighs. I could even see the veins leading down to the large, obscene, shameless, and very erected bulge straining against the black fabric.

"I have a tumor here. If you use your mouth to help me hold it, the pain will go away." After I said that, Arielle stared at me with wide-eyed curiosity. Seeing the bulge in my boxers, she couldn't help but say, "Your tumor really is huge. Feel mine—it's completely flat, nothing there." I swallowed hard and reached my hand down below her waist. It was soft and tender, especially the slit—so tight that one touch told me it had never been opened. I pushed my finger inside, pressing hard. Arielle's cheeks suddenly flushed, and a sweet, breathy moan escaped her lips.

he said, flashing her an evil grin. "W—what are you going to do?" she asked, becoming worried by his expression. When he straddled her, wearing nothing but boxer shorts, she could see his body for the first time in daylight. He wasn't rippling with muscles but was slim with an impressive sixpack. Just above the line of his hip was a nasty looking scar with dots running up either side. "Appendix," he said, following her eyes.

But not everyone shares in the mirth. I find myself unmoved just like Admiral Nugen. And I can see he is doing his best not to react. Would a man risk such ridicule to say something like that? I feel there has to be a good reason. But I understand why Mykhol finds it so absurd. “From what I read, the Bulgeons were scavengers,” I recall. “They travel by sea and attack unprotected ports. But they never settle. They return to their homeland after they get what they need. I never read them doing anything else.”

The crowd supported him by cheering while the three girls quiver in fear. Bruce, in his tucked-in long sleeves and a tight belt wrapped around his trousers, welcomed the three girls with open arms. The girls hesitated, but the guards pushed them towards Bruce. Here in the neighboring pack, Bruce is known as the manwh*re. I wonder if he still hasn’t got sick due to the random girls he slept with. Not to mention that they were all slaves. “How could they hug him with that big f*cking stomach,” Roman whispered. I tilt my head and quietly chuckle. Bruce is a small man, probably 4’11, with a big stomach and a continuously growing beard.

he casually asked. I just sneered. I couldn't help but look at his built and the first thing I noticed was his stomach. There were forming two-pack abs at the top. He got a flat stomach but no toned abs. I also noticed his biceps and triceps that have baby fats, I guess. It's not like how I perceived it because some guys had it with visible veins. On his right bicep, a tattoo was present. I wrinkled my nose upon seeing it. I was on his left so I clearly had a look at it.

My already sore body became sorer now, and I am sure I also started bleeding. "You should go if you want to stay safe," one of the bad guys said while Diego just looked at them with a blank face. I don't have any doubt that he surely works out because come on, no one can make this body without working their ass out but having a sculpted body doesn't mean he is good at fighting. There are four men who are also buffed, and they have already beaten a man who is not as muscular as the others, but still, he does not look fragile to me.

The gym echoed with the clank of iron, the air thick with sweat and determination under the harsh fluorescent lights. I moved through my routine, my tank top clinging to my lean frame, the rhythm of lifting weights stirring a quiet curiosity I’d buried deep. I wasn’t new to the scene, but my eyes kept drifting to him—a bodybuilder, all muscle and power, his veins bulging as he hoisted a barbell. My cock twitched with forbidden interest, the gym’s public space heightening the thrill as I watched his biceps flex, his shorts outlining a thick bulge.