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Although the bulge was often visible, usually modest, occasionally awkwardly large, I was still proud to be oversized. Years before I had been embarrassed and had done all I could to hide its bulk but now it felt good to be this big and be noticed by people in the street, in the bus or train or even at work. Normally it hung soft and was nicely contained in my underwear and clothing. There were times however when it hardened and I needed serious will-power to restrain it and prevent it causing a very obvious disturbance in my trousers. Either that, or stick a hand in my pocket to attempt to relocate it more comfortably and less visibly, but doing that was a last resort as it looked as though I was masturbating. This stiffness could occur at any time without reason or sometimes with reason. It happened too often and I can tell you what took place one afternoon last week.

There was certainly no reason to get excited on that day, but it started growing and pushing. I was hanging at my right, the sexier side (don't know why it seems sexier but it just does). I became aware that it was moving slightly, as if trying to force its way downwards. I risked a quick glance to see how obvious is was, too obvious unfortunately and it was only in the early stages. Perhaps if I concentrated on events in the street I was walking along it would go away. I looked at the other people around, no one of interest I thought. I attempted to think of the news items that morning, just the usual things. Suddenly by chance I saw another guy some way in front of me crossing the road and coming in my direction, who was also hanging clearly at his right, seemed quite soft and he had a nice feelable well-rounded bum. Having crossed the road he walked towards me. He was in another world on his phone, so thankfully he didn't see me in my increasingly difficult state. I'd lost control by now and this sexy guy had boosted my inability to keep unobtrusive. Without doubt he didn't realise how exciting he appeared, just carried on with his important conversation. He passed by, still on his phone. But he left me with an erection forcing diagonally since it couldn't push downwards any more. There must be stretch lines on view but I didn't want to check this out, just continued walking like there was not tomorrow. However I had to do something to get rid of the huge growth that had just struck me. It would be another ten minutes before I reached a safe haven where I could deal with it, and it persisted relentlessly hard. Desperately I needed at least to stick a hand in pocket to manoeuvre it or really by this point I needed to unzip and relocate it.

In this condition I kept on walking. I turned into an underground station even though I didn't want to travel by underground. There were vast numbers of people there, following the route to the platforms. At least I'd left the street and was less in public view. Then there was one of those delays you sometimes get where everyone comes to a standstill because of overcrowding ahead. I was amazed to see immediately in front that sexy guy I'd noted before, who'd started this problem for me. I stopped behind him. People behind me also stopped, except for someone who accidentally pushed a little and I collided into that guy with the well-rounded bum. That finished me, or rather it started me, erupting and endeavouring not to grunt as I exploded in my underwear. He was taller than me so my face came to rest on his shoulders. Announcements were being made over the pa system, so I hope no one heard the noise I was making. The crowd began moving again and I went with it, taking the underground to the next stop, then coming back again, and back up to the street to get to my destination, where I had my safe haven to clean myself and be respectable and unnoticeable. The rest of my day was normal and rather boring. There are other incidents I could write about another time......
 

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Today had been one of those bad days that sometimes occur at work and I'd just got home. My cock had preoccupied me too much. I don't normally show much, just a shadow of a lump at my right thigh, although I am very large. There are days, and this was one of them, when for some reason or for no reason, the lumpiness in the trousers becomes more obvious and I have to continually fix it to be more comfortable and less obviously large so that fellow-workers aren't forever looking to see what state it's in. Normally there's nothing of interest for them, so they don't keep looking to check it out. They all know of course that I'm oversized but that's just a fact - some of them are very tall and some very short, some even very fat , but so what ? Occasionally they make good-humoured remarks about it, but I'm proud of my size, however on that particular day it brought me difficulties. It was growing and required frequent manoeuvring as I discreetly adjusted it as well as trying to concentrate on other things, in this case my work, which happened then to be causing me too many problems. One problem for me was the new regional manager, who was very knowledgeable and efficient but her main characteristic was her enormous comfortably rounded boobs. They were just there, hanging off her, exciting in the way she always exhibited her cleavage. She didn't need to dress like that, she could have concealed the cleavage, but she chose to show it off, and, believe me, it was like no other. When she walked over to speak to me I had to concentrate on looking her in the face, to avoid a glance any lower. That week things had been unsatisfactory, which wasn't my fault at all, and thankfully she knew all the facts and wasn't blaming me, but still addressed me for a good ten minutes about it. When she'd finished and turned to talk to someone else I risked a glance at her boobs. This was a mistake. My trousers were already disturbed that day, and her presence got me at least semi and on the route to being hard. A quick look told me I was already pressing firmly and stretch lines were starting to show. I risked a quick move with the right hand to reposition it. It was getting really uncomfortable as well as really obvious. Thankfully I got it to a better place and was able to continue working more easily, even though it still showed. At least, observed a workmate, you had a good reason for nearly exploding out of your trousers. Normally you look as though you're hiding a pair of socks down there ! Why not try a different make of underwear ? It wasn't that simple of course. I'd tried lots of makes and the current choice seemed the best. Gradually I softened and was back to a state that was comfortable for me, and not attracting attention from others. I got on with the remainder of the day's problems and was glad when it was time to go home.



I returned to the flat I share with a nice friendly couple who mustn't have yet got back from their work. They are fairly quiet and sometimes you only know someone's there when all the sounds of shagging blast out through the partly open door of their room. Doors don't get closed in this flat and you're always aware when they're at it, which can be at any hour of night or day. The doorbell rang just then and it was Rich, a guy who lived nearby. He's taller and broader than me with a rugby player's build, while I'm slim, skinny really, and below average height. The main thing about his appearance is that he is well packaged, hanging to his left and you can see if he's soft or becoming aroused. I used to wonder if he was even bigger than me. Usually I'd seen him with his girl-friend - lucky her, I thought, receiving all that. As my own cock had had such a roller-coaster day I "couldn't help noticing", to use an expression, that he was partly excited. I invited him in. It turned out that he'd split up with his girl-friend the week before and seemed to need to talk about this. She'll miss being pounded by your size XXXL, I thought of saying but didn't. Seeing Rich I was getting towards semi, but wasn't much concerned about my appearance - not like earlier at work when I was really bothered. I'm sure he saw my semi and was becoming harder himself, so rearranged it to be more comfortable, but it also was now more obvious. I said: I've not changed yet out of my work gear, but first let's have a drink in the kitchen. Do you like red wine, I asked ? We both went into the kitchen and sat at the table while I poured the wine. He talked about the split with his girl-friend and about another girl he fancied, who he described as being big in the chest department, gesturing with his hands. That set me thinking about my regional manager again, and caused my semi to begin hardening and demanding more space. It was now pushing firmly and the stretch lines were totally obvious. Sitting at the table I reckoned it was out of sight, as indeed it was, until I stood up to reach for the bottle to pour us some more wine and now it was clear that it was pressing forwards and Rich, talking about his possible new girl-friend, stared at it. Then he quickly readjusted his own cock while I was saying how she reminded me of my regional manager. Conversation changed to another topic and I was just relaxing and softening when he accidentally knocked over his glass and the wine split over the table and over my trousers. Or was it an accident ? Lots and lots of apologies anyway. Don't worry, I said, I was going to change out of these trousers, excuse me a moment. I went to my room and removed my trousers. Standing now just in underwear I felt completely unconstrained and expanded into a magnificent tent, which I admired into the mirror. It had just lodged somehow in the fabric and was urging forward enormously, pushing horizonally and showing off its great length. Fantastic. I wasn't even aware that Rich had entered my room carrying a bucket of water. We can get most of the wine stain off with this, he said helpfully. But he went on to say he "couldn't help noticing" my brilliant tent. Thanks, I replied, as distant feelings of excitement started to grip parts of me. By now he was clearly very stiff and I'd always been keen to know how he compared with me for size. I didn't need to wait much more. He kicked off his trainers and carefully pulled his trousers down. He wasn't tenting outwards like me but pushing solidly downwards in his underwear. He walked across to me, holding his strong body against my back with his arms on my shoulders. We both were watching ourselves in the mirror. The looming excitement gripped every part of me, and of him. I felt his body behind me with his cock pressing against my lower back (remember he was a several inches taller than me). Then his arms grasped me firmly but not harshly around the chest and the side of his face rested against the top of my head. We both began breathing heavily and deeply and the sound of serious shagging broke out, but it was from the couple in the next room. So, they were at home after all and I'd never realised ! Their grunting and climaxing seemed to fill the whole flat. Were they always this noisy ? Did they always last so long ? I erupted voluminously and with some noise, so did Rich but less noisily and voluminously. Out of breath we disentangled and I took off my underpants, reaching for a tissue to clean up the mess. Rich had also taken his underwear off and I "couldn't help noticing" that I was in fact bigger than him. Now at last I knew ! He took the tissue out of my hand, no, he said, I'll sort you out. With a gentle push he had me on the bed and took me in his mouth, causing me to regain the stiffness I was just losing. We couldn't fit it all in, but this certainly cleared away the mess. I lent him clean underwear and we got dressed again. Next time, I said, we'll make sure those two in the next room are out, so that we're not interrupted, but it was a first time for us and we'll know each other better next time. Great, said Rich. When ? Tomorrow evening ? Rich said he always thought I'd be smaller than him. I pointed out that it wasn't surprising as I rarely show anything, I dress carefully and no one can see. Wrong, he said, if a guy is as huge as you it's always obvious. You just can't do anything to hide it. It's your destiny to show it. I always knew you were well hung, just didn't know you'd be even bigger than me.