Origin Stories: Jim

Jim asked me to choose a picture from my private gallery, so I selected one that reflects one of my favorite themes: muscle barely contained in tailored finery, sleeves filled to bursting with horny meat. This image comes from an Instagrammer who loves showing off his massive physique both in and out of his suits.

Growing up in the UK I eventually had to wear suit and tie at some point for high school. It was inevitable. I thought it was unnecessary trouble at first. Expensive fabric wasted on somewhere that was so rough and grimey every day. But, I realised somewhere at sixteen that I was enjoying it. Even a little too much. I figure my wires were crossed in my brain maybe. I'd gotten home to quickly jerk off a few times and never even bothered to do more than unzip my dress pants to fish my cock out. I think i was starting to enjoy the tight confines of my suit. I had recently realised I was gay as well. This brought a few crushes on the fine old suited men who taught me. There was one history teacher with a lovely salt and pepper beard and a huge chest that barely seemed to fit into his outfits sometimes. This became more apparent after i began testing the waters further by digging through my fathers closet when I was seventeen. I'll never forget one old navy blue suit that fit me just right and hugged me tightly in all the right places. There was even a pair of sheer socks tucked in a pair of his dress shoes. The gentle feeling of the nylon stretching across my feet, being able to see my toes curl inside the mesh fabric... It was a struggle not to grope myself through the outfit then and there for fear of ruining it. I'd be given it to wear for sixth form a few months later funnily enough. This time around I wasn't afraid to shoot a few loads inside it. I'd started browsing forums and sites by eighteen. I love seeing photos of men in sheer socks feet first towards the camera. The way they commanded respect had me in a trance. I love taking photos of myself in the same fassion at twenty-one now, often in dress shirts and just a pair of briefs so i can see just how well my sheer socks fit around my calves. I've even ripped through a pair of suits if I'm being honest too... the first time was by accident. My old school uniform was becoming a tight fit, and I was taking all sorts of pictures of my male form showing through it until i leaned over and a satisfying shredding sound ran across my back. The whole thing had busted open. I felt so alive! It reminded me of those werewolf transformations in horror movies. The feeling was absolute ecstasy. The second time round was no accident. I'd found a slightly too tight suit in a charity shop while I was in the city and brought it home immediately. I remember even growling and snarling a little as i hunched over and felt the seams split and the fabric fall apart to make way for the absolute beast I'd become. A button even popped off of my blazer. I haven't been the same since. I own only four suits now but it's a special interest I'm very happy to keep.