The wrestling singlet felt simultaneously too tight and too loose. It clung to my skin, but stretched any way I moved. Right now my cock was starting to stretch the fabric as it bulged out.
Max stepped forward and kissed me again, running his hands down my back and to my ass, then pulling me to him, rubbing his growing cock against mine.
I moaned as my cock grew harder and harder, creating a wet spot of pre-cum that seeped through the spandex. He kissed across my chin and down to my neck, making me lean my head back and moan again as he massaged my ass and rubbed his hard cock against my own.
He whispered in my ear, "Get on your knees."
And almost without thinking about it my already-weak-knees gave out and I was kneeling in front of him, my own cock hard and throbbing in the singlet, pre-cum continuing to leak through the tight yellow fabric.
Max shrugged out of the shoulder straps of his own singlet, pushing it down past his chest and flat stomach, slowly revealing his treasure trail for me.
When he got to his bulging cock, he paused and put his hands on the back of my head.
He pulled my face into his crotch, his half-exposed cock hot and throbbing against my cheek. I licked along the shaft of his cock and took the edge of the spandex in my teeth, pulling it down. His hard cock sprang out and slapped my face, and I buried my nose in his pubic hair, his cock throbbing along my neck.
He threaded his hands in my hair and pushed me back until his cock was right in front of my mouth. I hesitated, not sure I could take all of him, but he had his own agenda at this point, pushing the hot head of his cock against my lips.
"What do you want?" he asked, panting.
