Matt felt a sudden movement as Dereck awoke, stretched and yawn. His wet tongue swept across the fabric covering his mouth, and Matt felt it as a kiss. Involuntarily, Matt tightened around Dereck's manhood. His hand dropped to his crotch to adjust himself as he moaned.
"Too late for morning wood," muttered Dereck, as he stood and walked over to the desk where he had set the plastic wrap and papers that had come with his new zentai. "Terms of Lease," "Care, Cleaning, and Use Advisory," "PENALTIES FOR VIOLATIONS." Dereck had apparently read through these before, as his finger traced over the words faster than Matt could keep up. He was looking for something.
"Aha!" Dereck exclaimed.
His fingered rested on "Unauthorized Modifications" "Rubberization." As Dereck read, his manhood grew hard rapidly, and Matt was distracted from the words, and focused his attention on the growing oozing cock inside him.
He was vaguely aware of the movement when he heard Dereck speak. Apparently, Dereck had picked up his phone and was talking to someone.
"Hello, yes, I was calling about my options. Can I purchase the zentai suit? Or extend the lease? If I do rubberize the suit-"
"That is strictly prohibited," the voice on the other end of the phone said. To Matt it sounded like the clerk at the counter.
"But it says-"