I squeezed into my seat on the packed bus in Rio de Janeiro, showing off my tight, black shorts to the bus pass as I always did. My cock was already half-hard from the humid heat and the promise of a night out with friends at Copacabana’s gay bars. The rhythmic swaying of the bus only added to the excitement building in my pants.
As we hit a bump, a stranger’s face appeared beside me, his eyes fixed on my groin with an intense hunger. Before I could react, he jammed his finger into my ass, making me jump and gasp. My first thought was, “What the fuck?” as I instinctively clamped down around the unwelcome invasion.
The bus passenger didn’t seem to care about the stares of others or the commotion he’d caused. His finger remained lodged in my body, his thumb rubbing a circle over my crease that made me tremble with shock and desire. My cock, now fully erect, strained against my shorts as I wondered what this stranger wanted.
Suddenly, the bus lurched to a stop, and the doors swung open with a hiss. The guy’s finger slipped out of me, but not before he gave it a suggestive squeeze, like he was milking some kind of pleasure from our brief encounter. As he walked away, leaving his baby in the stroller behind, I couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises this night might hold – and if my next blowjob would come from the stranger or someone else at the porn-themed party we were heading to. The possibilities swirled in my head like a vortex of cock and dick, suck and penis, as I followed my friends off that bus into a night of raw, unbridled gay lust.
