Men With A Big Bulge Novels & Stories

I regret it the instant they do, because there, I see a prominent bulge straining against his fabric. My breath catches in my throat. His cock presses out, thick and impossible to miss. How has no one else noticed? I can see the outline of it, the way it curves, and the way it presses against the seam of his pants like it is trying to escape. Then it clicks. This man is having a full-on erection right now. In a meeting. In front of all these people. He has zero shame. Absolutely none. My eyes are glued to his cock, that impossible bulge that seems to grow more pronounced with every passing second, as though it knows I am watching and enjoys it.

I noddеd again, еyеs fixеd on thе bulgе undеr his swеatpants. His hand slid into my hair. “Takе it out, baby,” hе whispеrеd. “It’s all yours.” My fingеrs shook as I pullеd his waistband down. And thеn I saw it. “Oh... my god.” Hе was hugе. Thick. Long. Hard. Vеins running down thе sidеs. Thе tip was alrеady lеaking, swollеn and rеd.

Wilson arrived at the other end of a portal. He was shocked by what he saw. Before he could soak it in, “Hey, get off the portal!” A man shouted at Wilson. Wilson scanned his physique and was disappointed. This dude was like a bad balloon product that was inflated by an idiot. Fat in the middle with a small head, thin arms and fat legs. Who the hell gave birth to this person? “What?” Wilson asked him. “He said buzz off!” His partner said. Wilson looked at this partner. He had man boobs, a huge potbelly, bald head and scraggy beard. This must be the idiot that did the inflating.

It made me even wetter. Three huge men walked in from a side door. They were all naked, cocks hanging heavy between their thick legs. These weren’t normal cocks, these were monsters. The first one had a cock like a beer can, short but so fucking fat, veins bulging all over the shaft, the head already shiny and leaking a little precum. The second guy’s cock was longer, curved up slightly, with a fat purple head that looked like it was made to wreck my throat. The third one was the biggest, straight and heavy, hanging down almost to his knees, thick as my wrist, balls swinging low and full. They didn’t say a word. They just circled me like I was their next meal.

I was about to adjust my position when something also caught my interest. There was a noticeable bulge between his thighs, clearly visible through the towel. No way! Is he...having an erection?

of Joey pumping more lubricant out of the bottle and into his hand and then into my ass. “It’s the small ones that are the hardest, you know,” he said. I leaned my head up again and looked at him in surprise. “It’s the truth. It’s all about stretching. The walls don’t stretch that much with the tiny ones. The big ones just force you to relax in order to accommodate them. Give me a big, fat dick any day. It’s so much easier to manage and it’s a lot more fun.” He started laughing, a high-sounding hiccup that started in the back of his throat and ended with the quivering of his shoulders and saggy chest.

But suddenly, he pulled his hand away. Mae immediately looked at him in protest and grabbed his wrist quickly. She hated being left hanging like this. “Why did you stop?” she complained softly. The man only smiled. Then he removed his pants, leaving only his boxers on. He slowly walked toward her again while touching the bulge underneath the fabric. The shape looked so big that Mae could only swallow nervously while staring at it. There’s no way I can handle that… “Wait,” she stopped him nervously. “That’s too big. What if it doesn’t fit?”

A loud scream threatened to erupt from my throat, and my body began contemplating if I could really take his dick or not but I stayed put with my legs spread and a huge older man pulling out his cock standing between them. “Look at you being all meek and gentle, you make me feel almost bad for wanting to fuck you,” Darrel grunted as he worked his belt, shoved it aside and pulled his pants. He was wearing boxer shorts and when he pulled those down too, my eyes grew wide at how big his black dick was. Hell, I’d never seen anything this size all my life. And when I saw them in the videos I watched, I’d thought that they were fake and there was no way anyone in this god created world would be wa

The plug drove impossibly deeper, the pressure on my prostate making my toes curl. I crossed my legs quickly praying the growing bulge in my jeans wasn’t noticeable in the dark theater. God I was fucked

But I'm sure if all of them rebelled against him they could win. I moved my head slightly to the side peeking out to see that the men were using the different equipment, men were pulling weights that look pled as if they weighed double the amount of the people lifting them. What were these guys made of? Some steel or robotic material? One of the men closest to me caught my eye, he was one of the larger men in the room. He was on the ground doing push ups, he had vein doing them for a few minutes now and it didn't seem like it affected him, there was no sweat building up or nothing.