As much as I crave exposed muscle, there’s much to be said for seeing it strain at the confines of clothing. In 11th grade English, I sat behind a wrestler named Dave, arguably the most muscular guy in our school. His broad back and thick arms stretching the fabric of his t-shirt was a distraction in class and an inspiration later at night I was safely alone. Clothing, even a barely-there tank like this, frames the muscle and puts the size into perspective as we savor all that delicious meat.
stephano
2 weeks agoAs much as I crave exposed muscle, there’s much to be said for seeing it strain at the confines of clothing. In 11th grade English, I sat behind a wrestler named Dave, arguably the most muscular guy in our school. His broad back and thick arms stretching the fabric of his t-shirt was a distraction in class and an inspiration later at night I was safely alone. Clothing, even a barely-there tank like this, frames the muscle and puts the size into perspective as we savor all that delicious meat.