You're still oblivious

Without warning, the cheerleaders begin to move towards the centre of the pitch, swaying their hips and shaking their chests as they danced across the turf.

You can't take your eyes off them, but not wanting to be left exposed to the crowds, you fall into step alongside them. You manage to position yourself in the perfect spot to see Rebecca's cleavage threaten to burst from her top, silently cursing the lycra for the high-quality of its material.

As you take care not to trip up, you start to hear laughter from the crowd. You blush inside your mask, realising how ridiculous you must look; dancing in the middle of a football field in just your underwear...you didn't even have any footwear on! You were just relieved that nobody knew that it was you.

Before long, the dance had finished. While your vision was limited by the mask, you could see that almost everyone in the crowd was on their feet, phones snapping away in their hands. You couldn't help but feel a little proud; you must have done a more than decent job to be getting this reception.

If only you'd realised that everyone was laughing at and photographing your tiny boner poking through your boxer shorts...

"That was great, Sam!" Rebecca smiled, standing in front of you. "You're a star!"

Reaching up, your crush took hold of your mask and began to ease it off your head. Panicking, you quickly grab it: you don't want everyone seeing that is it you under there!

"Relax," she whispered. "I'm only moving it to do this."

Out of nowhere, the hot cheerleader kisses you firmly on the lips.

You freeze.

Was this really happening?! The girl you had the hots for, the girl you'd fantasised about in the privacy of your bedroom, was actually kissing you! Rather than any of the jocks, she'd gone for the guy who she'd never really spoken to before...or maybe this was why she hadn't spoken to you?

You **** yourself to stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment. The taste of her tongue down your throat, her hands pressed into your chest. You forgot the stadium, the crowds, the players, the cheer crew. You fell into the kiss, never wanting it to end.

Unfortunately, it had to end, and a lot sooner than you would have liked.

As you were exploring Rebecca's mouth, she bit down on your tongue, hard.

"Ow!" came your muffled yelp of pain, but before you could take sympathy on your throbing appendage, you were momentarily blinded as someone lifted the mask the rest of the way off your face.

You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light levels. You moved your hands to shield your face...only to discover that you couldn't. While you had been distracted with Rebecca, someone had tied your wrists together behind your back without you noticing!

If things hadn't got bad enough, you felt a pair of hands grab the waistband of your boxer shorts and yank them down. A firm shove in the back caused you to stumble forwards.

When you regained your footing, the full realisation of what had happened hit you. You were stood stark naked in the middle of the football field, hands tied behind your back, with no way to cover yourself.

You only now realise that you're sporting a raging boner; that must be what all the "little" comments were about.

"Looking good, boner boy!" Rebecca teased.

Cameras were flashing manically, the crowd was roaring with laughter...you had to get out of there!