Men With A Big Bulge Novels & Stories

He looked forlorn. “Do ya see these, lass?” He cradled his balls. “I see them.” “When a man gets that close and doesna…Well, these swell.” He gestured ridiculously in the motion of a great balloon inflating. “Do they burst?” I asked hopefully. “No.” He frowned. “Oh.” I stuck my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “Too bad.” “Aah! Lass.” He groaned in frustration. Dropping his head back and massaging his forehead.

After that, the clothes came off quickly. My eyes bulged as I took in his body. He must work out a lot. His arms, chest, abdomen, thighs…everything was well-muscled, built like a soldier. All of that was good and all, but what made my mouth go dry was the ‘muscle’ whose outline was visible through his boxers. From his bulge before, I knew he was packing something serious. But with his pants gone, ohmygod! That thing looked huge. Long, thick, and…I wanted it inside me, but I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

I still don’t understand how he has eyes that magical. With a laugh, he ripped the sheets and duvet off his person and stood. I thought he was naked underneath the covers but it turns out he was wearing a pair of briefs. They did not, however, seem to be doing a great job of hiding just how well endowed he is, judging by the huge and prominent bulge sticking out at the front. I couldn’t help but look at it with wide eyes, wondering if that was even humanely possible.

It hit me like a slap—and fuck, it made my hole clench around nothing. He reached down. Big hand cupping the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He squeezed once, slowly. The fabric stretched, outlining every ridge and vein. Jesus Christ, he was huge. Even soft(ish) it looked obscene—long, girthy, hanging heavy to the left.

He was no longer wearing a shirt, and his abs, which I was totally right about being well sculpted by the way, were on display, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Was it legal to have such a perfect body and face? He was probably tiny down there, or worse, he probably wasn't smart. But that was unlikely because we'd both had a conversation and if my brain is correct, he talked intelligently. So tiny down there it is or not. I noticed the large bulge in front of his trousers. "The only thing I want to drink now is you." He said, looking intently at me. His pupils looked dilated. Oh.

I’m gonna make babies with him? With hooded eyes I look up into his face and he gives me a soft, sexy smile. Then I look at the large hand that is still rubbing my thigh. You know what they say about men with big hands...or is it feet? My eyes drift off to his very large feet that are planted on the floor and my eyes grow wide. My eyes slowly travel to his crotch and the very large and very obvious bulge there. Oh hell no! That is not going anywhere near me!

You touch them and they snap back and forth as your fingers play with them! You look around the room and see the men all standing there watching everything you do. You realize that every movement you make is being recorded. One man is filming all of this and you don’t know why. Two men are still hard as rocks, one is semi-hard, and one is completely deflated. As you look around you can see the young boy’s cock is soft but still as big as the two men with hardons.

There was a huge bulge in his pants as he danced, and Brooke could feel his eyes on her slightly exposed tits. Her lips parted when his hands reached for the belt and removed it swiftly. The zipper to his pants came undone and slid down to reveal two things. Reed Abbott hadn't worn underwear. The huge bulge she had seen was not stuffed clothes. It was his cock. His thick, huge, beautiful cock. Her entire body went jello at the sight. Just how big was he? "Wanna measure it?" Reed chuckled, wrapping a large hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes and tugs.

Zoey even pretended to laugh along with them. "Very funny. Why haven't I heard of that before?" The two bulky men stopped laughing then looked at Zoey with suddenly no emotions at all. "I'm just here to meet with someone. Can I pass now?" The two bulky men shook their bald heads. "No? Alright, then. Wait, what's that? A woman on the dance floor was showing off her boobs! And, it's so big!"

The boss stood up for the first time. He still wore his black, hand-tailored suit, only now the pant zipper was down. His cock protruded from the orifice. It was fully erect and far larger than I ever could have imagined. The boss was not a tall man, yet his member was larger even than the twins’. In fact, it seemed better suited for one of the gargantuan bodyguards than a man of the boss’s stature. Yet there it stood, hard as rock and riddled with veins.