The bus hummed steadily as it rolled through the quiet streets of the college town, its rhythmic vibrations lulling most passengers into a sleepy haze. I sat near the back, my legs casually spread, the fabric of my baggy shorts pooling loosely around me. The 3-inch inseam left plenty of room for… accidents, especially when combined with the complete lack of underwear or lining. My cock rested heavily against my thigh, fully flaccid but still an impressive sight at 6 inches long and thick enough to make even the most confident man pause. I smirked inwardly, knowing how much attention it could draw if anyone dared to look—and today, I had a feeling someone would.

I leaned my head against the window, letting my eyelids droop slightly. The perfect image of a tired commuter. My breathing slowed, feigning sleep, though my senses were hyper-alert. The bus doors hissed open at the next stop, and I heard the unmistakable chatter of young women boarding. I didn’t turn to look, but I felt their presence like a spark in the air—three college girls, giggling and whispering as they scanned the seats.

One of them gasped softly. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the bus’s engine. “Look at that.”

I kept my eyes closed, my face relaxed, but I could feel their stares burning into me. My legs drifted wider, the gap in my shorts revealing more of what was already on display. My cock nestled comfortably against my thigh, the weight of it undeniable even in its flaccid state. The girls hesitated, their whispers growing louder, more excited.

“No way,” another girl murmured, her voice trembling with suppressed laughter. “Is that real?”

The leader of the group, bold and unapologetic, stepped closer. “Come on,” she said, her tone low but commanding. “Let’s sit here.”

I heard the shuffle of feet as they settled into the seat directly across from me. Their energy was palpable—a mix of curiosity, embarrassment, and pure mischief. I let out a soft snore, just loud enough to sell the act, and shifted slightly in my seat. My thighs spread further apart, the hem of my shorts riding up just enough to give them an even clearer view.

Their whispers intensified, the words spilling out in hushed, frantic bursts.

“Holy shit, he’s huge,” one of them breathed, her voice trembling. “Like, huge. How is that even possible?”

“Do you think he knows?” another girl asked, her voice tinged with nervous excitement.

“He’s asleep! Look at him!” the leader replied, her tone daring. “This is so not fair. How does he even fit in those shorts?”

I fought the urge to smile, keeping my lips firmly pressed together. My cock stirred ever so slightly, responding to their heated whispers. I shifted again, this time letting my hips tilt forward, the full length of my shaft now clearly visible through the gap in my shorts. The girls fell silent for a moment, their breaths hitching in unison.

“Girls, I can’t—” one of them started, her voice shaking. “I swear, if he wakes up…”

“Shut up!” the leader snapped, though there was no real anger in her voice. “Just… don’t wake him. This is too good to ruin.”

Another pause. Then, the sound of movement. I cracked one eye open just enough to see the leader leaning forward, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She was angling it carefully, trying to get a clear shot without drawing attention. My heart raced, but I stayed perfectly still, my face neutral.

“Are you seriously taking a picture?” one of the other girls hissed, her voice a mix of scandalized and impressed.

“Why not?” the leader whispered back, her tone defiant. “When are we ever going to see something like this again? It’s not like he’ll know.”

I almost laughed out loud at that. They thought they were being sneaky, discreet. But every word, every movement, only heightened my own arousal. I could feel my cock thickening, the blood rushing south as their whispers grew bolder, more explicit.

“Do you think he’s… hard right now?” one of them asked, her voice trembling.

“No way, he’s not hard yet. Look how his cock is laying across his balls….” the leader muttered under her breath, her camera snapping quietly. “I can’t Imagine what it looks like hard. Too big for me!.”

The others giggled nervously, their voices overlapping as they debated what to do next. I could feel their eyes on me, tracing the outline of my cock through the thin fabric of my shorts. My thighs tensed slightly, I could feel my cock getting heavy and hanging lower between my legs as it became more engorged, and their gasps told me they’d noticed.

“Oh my God,” one of them whispered. “It’s getting bigger. Do you see that?”

“Shhh!” the leader hissed, though there was no hiding the excitement in her voice. “Don’t say anything. Just… watch.”

I let my leg bounce slightly, the movement causing my cock to shift, the tip brushing against the fabric of the seat. Their whispers turned into muffled squeals, and I could feel the heat radiating from their flushed faces.

“What if he wakes up?” one of them asked, her voice trembling with both fear and anticipation.

“Then we play dumb,” the leader replied, her tone dismissive. “But until then… enjoy the show.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, my cock twitching visibly in response. Their eyes widened, their breaths quickening as they watched me stir in my feigned sleep. I could feel their desire hanging heavy in the air, their naughty whispers fueling my own need to push things further.

And then, just as I felt myself reaching the edge of releasing all pretense, the bus hit a bump in the road. My body jolted, my eyes flying open as if startled awake. The girls froze, their faces flushing bright red as they realized I was now fully aware of their presence—and their actions.

“Uh…” the leader stammered, quickly shoving her phone into her pocket. “We didn’t—we weren’t—”

I looked down, pretending not to notice my exposed state as I adjusted myself casually attempting to pull my shorts over my exposed cock and balls. My quick adjustment however was not completely successful. “Oh,” I said, my voice low and calm. “Sorry about that. Guess I must’ve dozed off. Was I snoring? I apologize for that.”

They stared at me, wide-eyed and speechless, still trying to steal glances at my crotch but trying hard to not make it obvious. But beneath it all, I could see the hunger in their eyes—the same hunger that had driven them to stare, to whisper, to take risks.