The sun is out, and so are the college boys, their shorts riding low on their hips, revealing tantalizing glimpses of their smooth skin. The Baitbus, a staple of their campus, cruises by, and they eagerly flag it down. Inside, the atmosphere is electric, charged with the scent of sweat and sex. The driver, a burly, tattooed man, watches them through the rearview mirror, his eyes darkening with desire. He knows their game, and he's more than willing to play. As the bus rolls on, the boys start to strip, their bodies pressing together, hands exploring, lips meeting in hungry kisses. The driver's cock throbs, ready to join the fun.