In the sweltering heat of a Brazilian bus ride, my gay pride momentarily abandoned me as an unwelcome stranger assaulted my most intimate space.
I was flaunting myself in front of the bus pass in a momentary lapse of gay bravado, when suddenly, a man’s finger breached my defenses and plunged into my ass. The shock was intense, his audacity unforgivable, yet I couldn’t help but feel a twisted thrill at the uninvited invasion.
As the bus lurched forward, he held on to me, his grip firm, his eyes locked onto mine with an unspoken challenge – dare you do something about it? The air was heavy with tension as I wrestled with my desire for porn-like revenge and the primal urge to submit.
I looked down at his hand, the one that had so brazenly invaded me, and my gaze drifted lower to the promise of his cock. It was a tantalizing prospect – to take this stranger’s dick into my mouth, to give him a blowjob worthy of a gay porn star.
I sucked in a ragged breath as he pulled his finger out, leaving behind a trail of shock and excitement. His eyes never left mine, daring me to make my move, to take the initiative and give him what we both craved – raw, unbridled oral sex.
I didn’t need any more prodding; I leaned in, my lips closing around his swollen penis, my mouth working its magic as he whispered sweet nothings in Portuguese. The bus ride was far from over, but for me, all that mattered was the rhythm of our bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in a world of gay desire and unapologetic suck.
