Jonah Kante and Lyric Wells are the stars of their college cheerleading squad. Lyric is a social butterfly. Jonah is quiet. He likes to sit by himself before games. That's what he is doing now, on the bus to the tournament, sitting by himself at the back of the bus. Lyric comes back to bug him and touches him a lot while she touches him, leading to an unexpected erection. Lyric is impressed by the size and keeps touching him over the spandex. She strokes his cock through the material. Jonah shuts his eyes and bites his lips, struggling to stay quiet, as their teammates sit only 9 rows away. This is insane. But he doesn't want it to ever end. Whatever momentary insanity gripped him when she had said, "I want to touch it," had him replying, "do it, then," before he could rethink it. And now he's about to cum in his uniform shorts like the needy virgin he is while she runs her fingernails over the fabric cover the tip of his erection. But she stops suddenly, and pulls away. Says they can't have him ruining his shorts before a game. She looks at him, her expression a challenge. He wants to tell her that it doesn't matter. That he's already soaked them with precum. That he has a spare in his bag. That he doesn't care about anything in the world but her hand on his cock. But he doesn't. He knows that wouldn't work. Instead, he stares at her for a moment before telling her (his voice aiming for calm and collected, coming out as a whisper), "you'd better make sure you swallow then." He pulls down his shorts, enough to get his cock free. She kisses him, sudden and hard, before leaning down to kiss the tip of his weeping cock.