Men With A Big Bulge Novels & Stories

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.

My stomach tightened as I noticed the distinct bulge at the center, a blatant reminder of his masculinity. A rush of heat spread through me, I closed my legs tightly trying to stop myself from getting more drenched than I already am, I quickly looked away, cursing myself for even noticing. But the image lingered in my mind, unshakable. How big is he? —The thought slipped in uninvited, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body. My imagination betrayed me, supplying answers I didn’t want to consider.

De, a tall and lean man in his early thirties, was known for his intellect and handsome features, but he harbored a secret – he was a closeted gay man who longed to peek at the bulges of his fellow gym-goers. De's eyes roamed the room, taking in the sight of muscular chests and toned abs. His gaze landed on a particularly impressive specimen – Toan, a short but powerfully built man with broad shoulders and a chiseled physique. Toan was clad in a pair of white boxer briefs that left little to the imagination, his large bulge straining against the fabric. As De stared at Toan's crotch, his own cock began to harden beneath his white jockstrap. The thin fabric did little to conceal his arousal,

Even soft, it was massive. The outline was unmistakable: a long, thick shaft with a fat, rounded head that pressed prominently against the material. Every time he reached for a tool or adjusted his hips to get better leverage, the bulge twitched and shifted. It looked so heavy, so full. I could see the faint ridge of veins running along its length through the thin fabric. His balls pressed heavily against the seam, two large, plump shapes that made my mouth water involuntarily. *Oh my God, Gina, stop staring,* I scolded myself, but I couldn’t. Heat flooded my face and pooled between my legs.

Was he demanding more sex stuff because I pissed him off? I scrutinized the brawny men making Contessa squeak and squirt like a rubber ducky. A bead of cold sweat ran down my back. For a few seconds, all I could think about was the Russo brothers' big dicks pistoning in and out of me while Derek watched. Would he let them take turns using my holes? Was I naïve to come here tonight, trusting this man so blindly? My husband's body was twice the size of the biggest one of them. His dick was bigger in girth and length than any of theirs too.

He got off the bed, his eyes barely having any traces of white in them. “Take it off.” He commanded, pointing to his trousers. I gladly unbuckled his belt and took it off completely. I unzipped the trousers, and they slid down his legs. The bulge in his boxers was so huge that my eyes widened, just at the same time that saliva dripped down my mouth. The sight of his bulge made my lower region throb so hard that it hurt. I cupped him through the boxers, and he threw his head to the back, cussing out loud.

He looked young, but he was huge like he wrestled as a full time job. His face was not familiar. I don't think he was among the people we had clinked glasses with downstairs. Strong shoulders, loaded arms, bulky chest, six packs built stomach, heavy thighs, and a c**k tall, thick and veiny, it looked dangerous even to the eyes. His balls were larger than what normal should be. My stomach tightened to the horror of having him stick his gun inside of me. I might just end up in the hospital again. I looked at Sonia, just to make sure she was seeing the danger that I was seeing.

The three man had towels wrapped around their waist and shamelessly scratching the genitals. “Nooo, hell no!” Tresh exclaimed. “Amaya can never know about this. Shit I will loose her for sure” he cried. “Oh damn, this is bad!” Blaze responded scratching himself frantically. “Holy shit! My balls are on fire!” Big G exclaimed. “The fruits of being playboys, do you even know which one of the multitudes gave it to you?” Daniel asked sounding like a parent. “Shut up and get us a doctor!” They snapped at him.

G****e says a man can get rid of an erection by flexing a large muscle for about 30 seconds or more. G****e is a liar. I scan the room and lock onto the worst-looking guy I can find — a fat, bearded biker at the bar. I imagine him naked. Instant disaster control. My ship sinks. My junk shrivels up like a traumatized gherkin. “What is wrong with you?” Mel frowns. I realize I’m still staring at the hairy gorilla with visible disgust.

He stood up and Sylvia could sense what he wanted. The man undid his own slacks, and pulled them down along with his boxers. His erect cock stuck up in the air. It looked even bigger in the flesh than the trousersnake had. His cock head stuck out like a mushroom – purple and ready, with pre-cum drizzling fiercely from the end. Bravely, Sylvia cupped his big balls and remarked at their weight. “Jesus, they’re full….