Photo Story #44

To kick off the photo stories for 2025, I've chosen this delicious photo of a suited guy heading home from the office. I have spent many years in London perving on some of the most incredible suited butts and this story is one of many that I've concocted in my head during that time! Enjoy!

After a long morning workout and 11 hours in the office, Harry couldn't wait to get home, strip down to his undies and watch tv with a couple of beers.

It was just after 7pm and the subway was still insanely busy as he headed down the steps to catch the first of two trains.

As he stood on the platform, Harry looked down and cursed when he saw that the laces of his right dress shoe had come undone for the umpteenth time that day. They were a new designer pair and were annoyingly too big, but that was hindered even further by the laces being made of some slippery material that just didn't stay tied.

Harry gently squatted down, conscious of his tight blue suit pants that hugged every muscle and curve. He tied the lace, despite the fact it would be undone again in ten minutes, and stood back up just in time for his first train.

As usual, it was standing room only and Harry found himself a spot against the door where he could easily jump out of the way of people as they got on and off of the train. It was only a short 7 minute journey before he was jumping off at his stop and heading to the other line for his second train, but he first had to use the escalator to get up to the platform.

This wasn't an issue on a normal basis, but as Harry stood to the right on the moving stairs, he hadn't factored in his new dress shoes.

As Harry stood there, waiting to reach the top, a man hurried past him taking the stairs two at a time, and in his haste, his foot caught the heel of one of Harry's dress shoes and knocked it clean off of his foot.

Harry gasped as his shoe tumbled backwards down the stairs, kicked further down by a woman who only just avoided tripping on it as she walked up the left hand side.

Before he could react further, Harry reached the top and immediately walked around to head back down to find and retrieve his shoe. Aside from not wanting to do the rest of his commute with one shoe, they were new and they'd been expensive . . . even if they did barely stay on his feet, so there was no way he was leaving it behind.

When Harry reached the foot of the escalator, he looked around for his shoe, slightly concerned that someone may have picked it up and stolen it, but after a few seconds, he saw it a couple of feet from the steps, looking a little scratched and battered but still there.

With a sigh of relief, Harry pushed his foot into it and bent down to quickly tie the lace so he could get on his way, but as he bent over, there was an almighty RIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP that seemed to echo around him.

He knew he'd ripped his suit pants and his cheeks flushed when he remembered that he hadn't bothered to put any undies on after his workout.

The question was . . . how bad was it?

"Woah, didn't know there was a full moon tonight," a guy in a grey suit said with a chuckle as he walked past.

Harry immediately stood up and turned so his back was to the wall. If the guy had seen his ass, then it was bad. Feeling around behind him, Harry's cheeks blushed even more when he felt his bare cheeks. On further inspection, the pants had ripped straight down the rear seam and with how tight they were, his meaty bubble butt was fully on show.

Oh fuck, he cursed as he tried to pull the material together. But it was no use, he was stuck commuting home with his bare ass on show.

Harry couldn't help but wish that he'd taken his workout gear home from the office so he could have changed into his shorts, but all he had on him was his suit jacket.

Pulling the jacket out of his rucksack, Harry tied it around his waist, praying that he'd get away without anyone else seeing his predicament, but the suit jacket was a snug fit and as he got back on the escalator, he held the jacket as close to his butt as he could so that no one behind him could see his butt.

The second train journey had Harry sweating with nervousness as he prayed that no one would notice what had happened to him.

But unfortunately for Harry, when the train came to a stop and he went to step from the carriage, he tripped on the laces of his shoe that had come undone yet again and fell forward, his jacket flipped up over his back and rucksack as he fell to his knees, and the additional exertion on his suit pants forced the rip up through the waistband.

Harry gasped as the ripped suit pants fell to his knees and his bare butt and package were fully on show. The laughter and comments seemed to almost drown him as he desperately tried to get to his feet and cover up.

"This can't be happening," he whimpered as he held the ripped suit material over his manhood, people now pointing their phones in his direction as they continued to laugh and point.

Harry kicked off his shoes, picked them up in his free hand and ran for the exit, praying that he'd get to a cab and get home before anyone else got a free show!