Photo Story #33

So, this post is kinda mean on my part - I started writing this and it ended up being an intro to what could be a really hot one off story. Let me know in the comments if you want me to write the rest!

Griffin was the kind of rugged, handsome guy in his early 40's that everyone lusted after. He was the coach of a college football team, he was constantly sleeping with anyone with a pulse, and his idea of dressing smart was wearing a plaid shirt rather than a tee.

His body was legendary; he had a thick bubble butt and thighs from years of being on the football pitch, broad shoulders, big arms, a barrel chest and a handsome face that made everyone melt.

The crowning glory, however, was his meaty cock and heavy balls. Wherever Griffin went, his bulge was always noticed. This wasn't helped by the fact that he typically wore sweatpants, but even in jeans, his bulge couldn't be disguised.

Not long after his forty-first birthday, Griffin was told that he was being honoured at a State event for services to education. It was a serious honour, and one that he was incredibly excited about.

The only issue was that the event was black tie, and Griffin had never worn a suit in his entire life.

Not wanting anyone to know that he was clueless about such things, Griffin decided to treat himself by ordering a tux online, along with a nice shirt, satin bowtie and cummerbund, patent leather dress shoes and OTC socks.

Assuming that sizing would work pretty much the same as the tight jeans and flannel shirts he often wore, Griffin was convinced that the tux would be a perfect fit.

On the night of the event, he showered and headed into his bedroom to get changed. Griffin pulled on the socks and liked the look of them already. He didn't wear undies very often, but he didn't want his ample bulge to distract too much at an education awards dinner so he decided to wear a white jock that was on the snug side; it wouldn't completely flatten his bulge, but it would at least control it a bit better.

As Griffin pulled the white jockstrap on, he realised he'd forgotten quite how snug it was and surprised how much his ass popped more than normal with the straps digging in under his cheeks.

Next up was the shirt and Griffin was happy to see that the shirt would be such a snug fit. It fit his wide shoulders perfectly and hugged his chest and back just the way he wanted it to.

After struggling to get the buttons done up, Griffin spent a long time getting his bowtie just right before grabbing the tux pants. He loved the black satin stripe down the outside of each leg and was excited to see how he looked in them.

As Griffin pulled on the pants, he realised that getting them in the same size as his jeans might have been a mistake. They were skin tight on his thick thighs and he could barely get them over his bubble butt. After a lot of wrestling, he barely had his ass covered, but he was struggling to get his bulge inside the tight pants.

With a whimper, he shoved his bulge as far between his legs as he could so that he could zip the fly and button the tux pants. The button creaked when he breathed out, but he wasn't too concerned as the cummerbund would cover his waist. He put that on and was relieved that that didn't dig in too badly.

As much as the tux pants were insanely tight on him, he couldn't deny that his thighs and his ass looked incredible. Although his heavy bulge looked huge, even with the jock and the tight pants.

Griffin sat down carefully on the edge of his bed to put on his new patent leather shoes. He always wore his sneakers a half size on the bigger side so his feet had room to swell a little when he was hot, but the patent dress shoes seemed much bigger with the OTC socks.

Shrugging, Griffin tied the laces as best as he could before standing up and pulling on the snug tux jacket. Yes, that was tight too, but he thought he looked like James Bond, and he loved it.

"Looking good, Griff," he said to his reflection with a wink.

Griffin ran his hand down his chest and over the satin cummerbund to the bulge in his tux pants. It wasn't unusual for Griffin to stare at his own hunky reflection as he jerked off, but seeing himself in a tux was too hot to ignore.

But a quick glance at the clock, he sighed when he realised he didn't have time. His bulge looked more obscene as his cock had tried to chub up, but Griffin tried to ignore it and headed for his car, hoping for an awesome night.

And what an awesome night he would have . . .