A Bulge at the Seams

Bulge: a rounded swelling which distorts an otherwise flat surface.

I have, in places, used gendered language in this post especially where I am referring to an actual person who identifies as a man but I want to be clear that not all men have a penis and not everyone with a penis is a man. Also bulges created by packers and dildos are just as valid as ones created by a penis and testicles.

I can’t help it sometimes. My eyes flicker down to the front of his trousers and then back to his face as he talks. It is the first of a few furtive glances to check out his bulge. I really try hard not to make it obvious. I would be annoyed if he kept staring at my tits while we were talking so doing the same thing to his crotch would be just as rude but also, I put on a good bra, a low cut top. I hope he has noticed. I hope he has taken a few furtive glances of his own.

For a moment I find myself imaging what it would be like to lean over and cup the soft swell of his cock and balls in my hand. Would he shift uncomfortable as I touched him. Would he grow hard beneath my touch? I realise I am smiling at the thought and try to focus fully on what he is saying but he has stopped talking and is just watching me.

“What were you thinking about?” he says

“Umm, nothing” I stammer back but I can feel the heat rising in my face and I know my blush is giving me away

He smiles a knowing smile. “Yeah right” he says “Shall we go” and he offers me his hand.

The car park awaits. The darkness envelops us. He drops me home eventually.

I love a good bulge. A pair of trousers or jeans that just hint at the shape of their junk hidden beneath (flybutton jeans and bulges are the gold star of the bulge world in my opinion) but remove those and find a well fitted pair of underpants that holds their dick and balls snugly showing of the soft swell of their tackle. It is like a promise, a hint, a temptation; like when you smell the coffee before you even see or taste it and your imagination fills in the blanks and you know you want coffee. Yeah, like that, but it not coffee I want when I see that bulge. The only thing that can make a bulge even hotter is watching as his dick gets hard under the fabric or even feeling it as you reach out and trace your fingers over him. The warmth of my hand meeting the warmth of his junk through the thin material.

When I as planning this post I realised I could probably wax lyrical for hours about bulges but also that I would really just be saying the same thing over and over; Bulges are so intensely hot and sexy to me. They are DEFINITELY one of my kinks but really how many ways can I keep saying that until it gets boring and how do you show something is sexy, apart from words when you don’t have a bulge of your own.

The answer to that is you reach to ask various folks that you know if they might be willing to furnish you wish some bulge porn. Turns out the answer from everyone I asked (and even got a bonus from a friend of a friend) was an enthusiastic yes. To say the last week has been an utter delight when it comes to people sending me images would be an understatement. Also should I mention the raging horn I have had as a result too?

So here you are, I shall leave with you a carousel of fucking smokin hot bulge porn. You’re welcome. Oh and the image above, well turns out that with some playing about I can have a bulge of my own if I want to.

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