This choice: James holds his clothes together and comes with them. • Go Back... "Y-yeah, I'll be fine. Just give me a sex- er, I mean sec," responded James.
He glanced around the room, dropped the pillow and in the same instance grabbed the skinny jeans from earlier. They had grown a few sizes too, and they would be XXXL huskies on anyone else, but he really had to squeeze to get them on, and even then, they hugged every contour of his ass and legs like a needy boyfriend, and might as well have been painted on him. He could hear the denim screaming and saw small runs appear on his thighs. While he could get his balls to fit in just barely, there was also the small matter of his cock, which, being in a state of perpetual semi-hardness, pointed straight up. It was so big that if he wanted, he could point his head down a suck it.
At this point, while James looked around for a thick sweatshirt, the other three went into the small kitchen so they wouldn't have to keep watching this, but Carlos took the seat that still faced into the living area so he could not-particularly-subtly watch.
James saw a extra large sweatshirt on Kendall's bed for some hockey team and tried to pull it on. With some effort he got it to a state where it only showed a few inches of his midriff (and therefore his cock), and it fit like a fucking Under Armor. As he pulled his arms up to adjust it because a wet spot was starting to form where his head was, the arms completely popped open up to his deltoids. He shrugged this development off and tore the useless split fabric off and threw it to the floor.
As he walked back to the living area, his cock rubbed in the area between the gap in his pecs and the rough material of his sweatshirt, which only served to make the steadily growing wet spot worse.
"You sure you wanna go out in that?" Kendall asked.
"Uh, yeah, it'll do for now," said James.
"Okay, it's just... you usually dress in a way that... more effectively flaunts your, er, gifts- I'll just stop talking now," responded Kendall.
"You don't want to make any... further alterations?" wondered Logan.
Carlos bit his bottom lip.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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