SINGLET SUBMERGING
Aydan, the triathlete pulled the tight singlet up over his thick chest, the shiny blue fabric snapping into place like a second skin. It was supposed to be some new tech shit — boost metabolism, keep you euphoric, burn fat like crazy. The second it hugged his body, he felt it. Heat. Tingling. Like tiny electric mouths sucking on every inch of his skin.
“Fuck…” he grunted, already half-hard.
Aydan started his long run. Within minutes his legs were pounding the pavement like a machine. The singlet rubbed his nipples raw, squeezed his fat cock and heavy balls with every stride. Sweat poured down his abs, soaking into the fabric until it clung wet and glossy to his ripped torso. Aydan felt unstoppable — mind blank, body on fire, cock leaking nonstop into the tight pouch. Three fucking hours passed and he barely noticed. Just pure animal energy and a constant throb in his shorts.
By the time he got back, he was wrecked but buzzing. Legs shaking, chest heaving, dick so hard it hurt. He dragged his sweaty ass straight to the ice bath outside and lowered himself into the freezing water.
The shock hit hard.
Cold water slammed against the burning singlet. The contrast was insane. The fabric suddenly felt alive, squeezing his cock tighter, vibrating against his hole and throbbing shaft. His eyes rolled back.
“Oh shit—oh fuck—” he growled through clenched teeth.
The cold made his muscles flex like steel while the singlet cooked his cock from the inside. His heavy balls pulled up tight. Without warning, his dick started pulsing hard, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into the singlet. He couldn’t stop it. Wave after wave. One long, aggressive orgasm that lasted almost two full minutes. Cum flooded the pouch, leaking out in cloudy strings into the clear water around his waist.
Aydan's thick pecs bounced with every spasm. Abs clenched so hard they looked carved from stone. He kept cumming, moaning like a bitch, one hand gripping the edge of the tub while the other pressed hard against his pulsing bulge.
When it finally stopped, he sat there panting, face red, body trembling. The singlet was soaked with sweat, cum, and ice water, clinging obscenely to every ridge of muscle.
Aydan looked down at the mess he made and let out a shaky laugh.
“Fuckin’ weird… but I’m wearing this shit again tomorrow.”
Aydan squeezed his still-hard cock through the ruined singlet and grinned. “Gonna train even harder next time.”
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