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During the concluding mile, Tobie commenced a period of increasing agitation, squirming against my upper legs and constricting about my genital area, seemingly exerting every effort to arouse me. 'Kindly cease that activity down there; you are aware I am nearing completion!' I murmured softly, almost imperceptibly. Fortuitously, the consistent cadence of my footsteps continued to serve as a diversion from Tobie's undulations, thereby enabling my return to the starting point of the circuit with the remainder of the running collective quite smoothly, encountering minimal difficulty.

Upon the return of all participants, the leader of our cohort inquired, 'Are you joining us for a cup of coffee, Sam?'

'Regrettably, not this current week, as Tobes is persistently urging my return,' I stated, adding, 'However, for the subsequent week, consider it a certainty!'

'Indeed, they appear somewhat… adherent at present,' he remarked, his gaze descending towards my groin. Upon tracing his line of sight, I observed, much to my chagrin, that Tobie had achieved such a tenacious hold upon my nether region that the contours of my glans were distinctly discernible through their material, along with various other particulars. A clever maneuver had allowed them to distend their form into a pocket, which in turn caused my phallus and testicles to project conspicuously.

'Oh, yes, it seems I ought to return home to afford them some due consideration,' I articulated, raking my fingers through my hair, feeling a touch of self-consciousness. Although I generally lacked diffidence, particularly amongst fellow runners who had undoubtedly experienced more audacious sartorial mishaps, this particular display was quite unforeseen from Tobie on this given morning.

'Enjoy yourselves, you two! It was genuinely pleasant encountering both of you!' he declared, subsequently turning to guide the remaining members of the group towards their chosen brunch venue. As I pivoted to depart, I sensed Tobie enveloping my glutes and nestling profoundly into my posterior crease, offering a final spectacle to those assembled.

—

'Hold on a moment, Sam!'

Having progressed a pair of city blocks, I detected an individual calling out in my direction. Upon rotating, I observed one of the more recent additions to our company rapidly approaching along the street, his split shorts accentuating his lean, muscular upper legs. 'Greetings, what transpires, umm…'

'It's Owen, and I apologize; I informed the others I had an outstanding task to conclude,' he articulated, his breathing unlabored as he drew abreast of me. 'However, to be frank, the entirety of our recent run, my thoughts were preoccupied with your companion's peculiar predicament, and I felt compelled to inquire.'

'Are you interested in understanding the sensation?' I posed, encircling with my hand the area where Tobie had, as it were, vacuum-sealed himself to my endowment. 'Might you consider accompanying me to my abode, where we could perhaps demonstrate?'

'That certainly sounds… indeed,' was the sole utterance Owen could produce, as if in response to an unasked question. A degree of discomfiture appeared to envelop him, evident in the unwavering fixation of his gaze upon Tobie's sleek material.

'I genuinely commend your forthrightness in inquiring,' I conveyed, endeavoring to alleviate his unease. 'The majority of individuals within this association would likely feel excessively abashed to concede such curiosity, yet I am quite certain you are far from alone in your inquisitiveness.' I pivoted to resume my progression, allowing my hand to trail along the inner aspect of my upper leg, simultaneously tantalizing both Owen and Tobie.

'Proceed, for our destination is merely around this very street corner.'

—

'Please, if it's no inconvenience, kindly remove your footwear. Our private quarters are situated precisely at the terminus of this corridor.'

The reserve that characterized Owen instantly dissolved the moment we traversed the threshold. 'May I make physical contact with them?' he queried, his rather diminutive shorts visibly contending to restrain his mounting excitement.

'You are at liberty to make contact with either of us.'

Such a simple affirmation proved to be the singular authorization Owen required. His hands explored every available surface, caressing my form beneath Tobie's material, concurrently, his other hand extended rearward to palpate the taut Lycra encircling my buttocks. Kisses were being liberally bestowed upon my lips and my nape. Tobie, appearing to comprehend the unfolding events, tightened their material snugly about my groin with a consistent cadence. I became utterly disoriented, uttering soft cries and clutching Owen, imploring him to moderate his actions.

'These leggings offer a tactile sensation on your person that is every bit as pleasing as their visual appeal,' Owen remarked, his caresses continuing unabated. 'I have personally never mustered the temerity to don any such garments, but I am now contemplating the prospect of doing so.'

'Would you be interested in trying them on?' I queried, my hand lightly tracing the inner seam of Owen's shorts, sensing his erection give a slight tremor at the mere proposition. 'I have a strong inclination that Tobie would find considerable pleasure in enveloping a physique such as yours.'

'I… yes, I would genuinely appreciate that opportunity,' Owen replied, descending to bestow kisses upon my penis through Tobie's material, and subsequently trailing downwards along my thigh as he deliberately lowered their waistband. The process was protracted, given Tobie's persistent adherence to my legs, yet in due course, Owen found himself holding my beloved garment, the athletic tights now appearing remarkably undersized to have ever contained my frame.

'Here, recline and allow me the privilege of clothing you,' I offered, simultaneously admiring Owen's supple physique as he shed his shorts and settled onto the mattress. My hand glided across his trunk, and I gently pressed my lips against his. 'You are, quite frankly, instilling in me a sense of envy, knowing that Tobes has the exclusive opportunity to envelop your form.'

With a knowing grin, he reciprocated my kiss. 'Indeed,' he mused, 'let us ascertain the degree of proximity you can achieve to my physique whilst retaining your corporeal, human state.'

I commenced the process of drawing Tobie upwards along Owen's legs, tracing a path of kisses upon his unclad epidermis prior to drawing the form-fitting garment over it completely. Upon reaching his groin, my pace diminished; I tenderly kissed and licked along his inner thighs, his scrotal sac, and his perineal region, understanding implicitly that Tobie would fully imbibe my affections and moisture into their material once they were completely donned. My lips then traveled the entire extent of his phallus, as Owen valiantly attempted to suppress any writhing motions of delight, whereupon I completed the action of fully securing Tobie's position.

Owen inhaled sharply, simultaneously thrusting his hips, as Tobie avariciously adhered to their fresh incumbent, endeavoring to induce his climax through the material's expansive and contractile motions.

A soft chuckle escaped me, for I perfectly comprehended Owen's sensations; his eyes were sealed shut as his hands explored the tights, his hips rotating against their sleek textile. 'You are, without a doubt, exceptionally indulged, given that your inaugural encounter with Lycra involves a sentient being,' I remarked. 'Truly, a more intimate bond scarcely exists.'

'Oh, heavens,' Owen responded with a low groan. Anticipating his inability to sustain control for an extended duration, I repositioned myself towards his midsection and commenced a delicate series of kisses and licks upon the Lycra that was effectively vacuum-sealing his phallus against his lower torso. 'I perceive the intensity of their desire… for me to reach completion,' was the fragmented utterance Owen managed to articulate.

A low, soft moan escaped my lips in reply, my mouth replete with Tobie's material and Owen's erect member. My hands encircled his waist, seeking to feel his posterior, and his hips subsequently thrust without conscious volition, perched precariously on the precipice of release. Following a brief span of approximately two minutes, I perceived his surrender to climax. I embraced him tightly, experiencing my own pleasurable spasms with my arms clasped around his upper legs, as Tobie and I vied to absorb the greater quantity of his seminal fluid.

Owen, utterly depleted, sagged onto his dorsal side, and I gently navigated my form upwards to nestle intimately against his clavicle.

'Am I to understand you derived pleasure from your initial encounter?' I inquired, my touch delicate as I caressed him through Tobie's saturated Lycra. Receiving no verbal reply, I disengaged from Owen's chest, a faint smile gracing my features as I noted his profound slumber.