As Dean stepped out of the dressing room, Mark was silent as he was staring as what looked like Dean, except for his toned muscles and super fit body encased neck to ankle in a black lycra racing suit from the olympics.
Dean smiled as he looked at Mark, "It fits great." Dean did some body builder poses, showing the rippling muscles straining the tight fabric to Mark. "This is a great body, I'd have to work out for months to have this."
Mark asked, "Have you seen between your legs dude?"
Dean slowly slid his hands down to his groin, and cupped his two golfball sized testicles. "Mmmmm" gasped Dean...slowly sliding his hand up his now rock hard shaft...nearly 12 inches of it.
Mark looked away, "Dude, hey...not in front of me."
Dean stopped petting himself thought the slid fabric and looked around. Dean picked up a suit that looked like the one he had one, "Here, put this on and we can both look like this."
Mark smiled, as he did like how Dean looked. Mark took the full body swimsuit into the dressing room. Once Mark closed the door, Dean went back to stroking his huge shaft as he felt his body surge with each stroke.