Photo Story #39

Many of you will have seen this photo before, either as my profile picture on social media, or when I've shared it previously.

Rather than doing a normal photo story, I thought I'd take this opportunity to answer some of the question I've had most recently, so I thought I'd answer them alongside one of the hottest photos I've ever come across.

So, to clarify, the few questions that have popped up a lot more recently are:

• Why did you call yourself Suited Westend?

• What got you into suited guys?

• When did you start writing stories?

I thought this would be the perfect time to share, so . . .

During my early twenties, I had a job that involved commuting into London one day a week. I'd always had a thing for a guy in a suit (who hasn't!) but my obsession grew during this time. There's an area of London called The City, which is where you'll find some of the big banks and financial companies.

The company I worked for was based in that area and once a week, I was treated to the erection-inducing sight of incredibly sexy men in tailored suits. They were everywhere; coming out of offices, on the underground, in coffee shops, in pubs - you couldn't go anywhere without bumping into a handsome man in a fitted suit. It was equal parts joy and torture.

However, my favourite sight, and the reason I use and love the photo above so much, was on a Thursday night after work. Everyone seemed to stay late in London on a Thursday night and have drinks with colleagues - it was just the thing to do - which meant you had a plethora of horny, drunk suited guys who were all showing off in a very alpha fashion that I would usually detest. But in a suited, office boys environment? I couldn't get enough.

The reason I love this photo so much is because this was what I classed as typical suited boy peacock behaviour - they'd man spread, they'd talk loudly, they'd boast about their conquests, they'd slap each other on the back and horse around - and this photo encapsulates that perfectly.

Anyway, on my London work days, I'd often head into the West End to go to the theatre or meet friends for dinner after I left the office, so my writer name ended up being Suited (for the hot suited guys) Westend (for where I went after work). Not that exciting, but I get asked it a lot.

As for what got me into suited guys in the first place . . . Teachers! As far back as being 6 or 7 years old, I remember the headmaster at my school wearing these shiny Oxford dress shoes and a navy suit, which I always loved and never really understood why I did. By the time I was 11, I knew I liked suits - if it wasn't some of my teachers (including a particularly sexy history teacher who used to wear the tightest grey suit pants) or the boys in higher grades (one in particular that has a story about him - I may publish that at some point), it was just random men on the street.

But by the time, I was working in an office, my obsession was cemented, and I could be found drooling over a sexy suited ass whenever one was in close proximity. Also, by this point, I wasn't just obsessed with the suits, but the accessories - silk ties, sock garters, polished shoes - I loved the whole ensemble.

As for writing stories, I started writing stories when I could write - I've always loved writing. But when I was in my early teens, I started writing stories about some of the guys at school - they were never X rated as my closeted brain didn't allow for that kind of content - but they were about guys ripping their trousers or having to strip off because someone had pranked them with itching powder.

And then, in my early twenties, I was working on my second novel when I became particularly frustrated at the lack of stories on the internet that gave me the kind of content I craved. So, I started writing a story about a guy at a work event and thus Revenge Most Ripped was born. Initially, I wrote the stories for me, but after about a year, I decided to publish one on Tumblr. I didn't expect anyone to actually like it, but to my surprise, there were loads of guys who loved exposed guys as much as I did, and nearly twelve years later, here we are.

Anyway, hopefully that answers the questions for those that asked, and if you have more, let me know. I have had a number of questions about me pants ripping experiences or suited guy experiences, and I'm happy to share those if people want them - let me know in the comments below!

Lastly, I will just say a massive thank you - not just for subscribing to my Patreon and supporting me, but for being part of this wonderful little community where we got off on guys ripping their pants and losing their swim trunks and being blackmailed into naughty situations - you guys are the best!