You stayed on, but for how long? The magical size bracelet chapter 8 by SatireMarker

The jogging continued, and you did your best to hold on. After a few seconds, Tread stopped suddenly and you took a breath, in the process breathing in Tread's manly scent yet again and sighing in satisfaction.

The momentary break in the confusion allowed you to listen to one of the coaches, you said, "laps," in a barking, commanding voice. You raised your eyebrows and, acting quickly, scratched at the fabric of Tread's shorts, hoping to tie yourself in so you wouldn't get shaken off in the inevitable rush of movement.

You pulled a tiny amount of fabric free and tied it around yourself, so now you were as tightly adhered to it as it was possible to be. And just in time, too, as Tread set off on a run. You felt the heat of the body rising even further, and sweat began to form on the arse. It hadn't caused any problems yet, it was only a light layer. Tread, being a taller guy even by volleyball standards, tended to sweat slightly more easily than others. Your face was still well and truly buried in the incredible scent.