Guys With Huge Bulges Novels & Stories

the first guy let out making duh sound and they went to their spot which was the old building of the campus and no one goes there generally. These five stupid guys are from the wealthiest families and friends since their kindergarten as by luck they never separate from each other and always get admission in the same school. The first one with dirty brown hair, 6'2 feet guy is state's CM's only son. His name is Anurag Kapoor. His physic is the same as his friends' tone with the muscular body as he sweats his sweat in the gym together with his friends. The second guy who has black hair, 6'3feet height is the son of a state's health minister. His name is Avian Rathore.

I gave Alexteris a look, indicating that how dare he not inform me of such information beforehand, and then turned to greet this scum uncle of the Queen Dowager. I saw a past middle-aged man of about forty-five. A lifetime of outdoors had weathered the face that resembled the Queen Dowager a little; and it had lost some of its aloofness. The many years of fighting had also marked his countenance with a harshness. But what really shocked me was his physique. He wore a hard steel that seemed to be hiding the explosive power of his honed physique. His corded arm muscles were far bigger than those of the boxers I'd watched on TV before. I swallowed with difficulty as I ogled at him. I had no dou

When the scary bulky group of dudes, finally decent into the cellar door that leads to the massive underground black market. For the many Red Cow Gang members that were guarding the door, all of them felt that they just survived a wild storm. In the same time, a concerning uncomfortable situation started to spread all over the Black Market, as these 2 and half meter tall muscly dudes started to appeared in the market ground with their massive sacks.

"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 heard a thick voice coming from outside and I quickly let go of the woman. I darted my gaze to the door as I parted open and two men came in. They were identical and had the same body figure. They were tall and had a well defined body shape. Their red hair was messy and curled. They have these weird dark red pacific piercing eyes while the one behind has deep gray eyes and a chiseled thick face which seems appealing. Their biceps were stout and hairy. Their barrel chest curved down to their narrow long waist. They were shirtless and I could clearly see their muscles tensed up in a flexible position. The short pants they wore could barely cover their v line as their six packs were on displa

There might be air conditioning, but I do not feel it. While I am stretching, I sense someone behind me. Turning, I spot the four guys from earlier approaching. At least twenty people fill the bleachers now, mostly men, with a few women scattered around. “That was impressive,” says the giant, bear-like man at the front of the group. His voice is deep, and his arms and chest are enormous. He looks like he could stop a train. His short, dark hair is shaved in a military cut, and his skin is tanned, like he spends most of his time outdoors. Light brown eyes study me curiously.

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.

Oh my God. Right there, pressed against my core through his thin shorts and my leggings, was his bulge. Massive. Thick and long, even soft it felt huge, heavy against me, twitching a little as I shifted. My breath caught. Heat flooded between my legs instantly, making me soak my panties. I'd heard the rumors from his exes—how he was "big," how girls whispered about not being able to take it all but feeling it? It was unreal. Monster cock didn't even cover it.

Standing on the other side were five freaking hefty men with murderous glares. My blood ran cold as my eyes took them in from head to toe. Each man was built like a brick house, muscular and tall, with arms the size of tree trunks. Their faces were stern and chiselled, with hard jaws and identical black eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. They were bald, and that seemed to add to the dangerous aura wafting out from them. And the inks? Oh my freaking heavens. They were covered, from head to toes in tattoos.

It got so annoying that I actually threw some eggs at Jordan, which immediatly started a food fight with all of us, but shame I actually felt bad for Jordan, he even started to shed a tear when he noticed all that food had gone to waste. If I have to be honest it was actually quite hilarious, but anyways once we were done cleaning up after the manager was called, we grabbed our bags and again we were on our way to find the Giants King. They say that giants actaully have the ability to stay normal human size but they can grow when they feel like it, thinking about it like that it makes me think about Hulk.