It was a late evening and I was on my way home from school after having had several late classes. Like most such nights, I was tired and just plain anxious to get home. I was at the station waiting for the bus to arrive that would take me home, and I wasn't alone. Many others were waiting for the same bus: those who also had later classes, those who had recently ended their work shifts for the evening, and anyone else who just happened to be out and about this late at night. The public transit system always seems to work in such a way that nobody pays much attention to anyone else, and this night was no different. That usual quiet, almost uncomfortable atmosphere permeated the air, with everyone lost in their own little worlds, myself included.
But tonight was a little different. Tonight I noticed someone. I had been looking down towards the ground, trapped in my own thoughts, when for some reason a pair of legs in front of me attracted my attention. They were firm, toned, and smooth, visible beneath the jean shorts of their owner. He was wearing ankle socks that could barely even be seen above his running shoes, a look that I had always found very attractive. I couldn't help but glance up at the person to whom they belonged: a muscular asian man about my age, perhaps a year or two older, with short black hair. I couldn't see his face from behind. His body was bulky, but with muscle rather than fat. I was instantly intrigued.
Now, I've always been the kind of person who can appreciate a good-looking person of either sex, even though I've never considered myself gay or even all that bisexual (extremely horny fantasies aside). As such, I simply took note of how attractive this man was and tried to go on my way. The bus arrived and we all boarded; he took a single seat parallel to the bus' direction beside a window, and I had to take one of the seats that faced the center aisle with my back to the window. His seat was right next to mine, and so from there I found that I could see him quite easily.
What's more, as the bus loaded up and drove off, I found that I couldn't stop stealing glances at him. His legs were like some kind of visual narcotic. His body was so muscular, it felt like an insult not to imagine what it must have looked like beneath his white sweater. Before long my hormones started acting up and I found my mind wandering to less wholesome places. This was an area I hadn't seriously considered before, so I figured it must just have been the hormones talking. Exhilarating though it was, I knew I would leave it in the world of fantasy where it originated.
That was until he caught me staring and looked back at me, at which point I averted my gaze in the shy, polite, even slightly embarrassed way that everyone does in such a situation. In my peripheral I could see he was still looking at me, though. Uncomfortable though it may have been, it seemed more like he was checking me out than staring at me reprimandingly. I was nowhere near as muscular as he was; instead, I had a leaner appearance but I tended to wear clothes that accented or augmented particular features of my body (who doesn't?). Maybe that caught his eye, I thought. I had on a dark green t-shirt which was accentuating without being tight or suggestive. My body wasn't in bad shape underneath – I had nice pectorals and a fair abdomen – and the shirt just accented that. It was extremely arousing to think of this guy checking me out, and so I felt fortunate that I had my backpack on my lap as a courtesy to the other riders, because it hid the erection that was starting to form. But still, I left it as just a wild fantasy that was carrying my imagination away.
As if fate was intervening, at the next bus stop an older woman got on board, and by this point most of the seats on the bus were all taken. Chivalrous as he was, the object of my fantasy stood up and offered her his seat, which she graciously accepted. Then, as if tempting me, or perhaps it was simply coincidence, he stood almost right in front of me, holding one of the bars overhead to steady himself and assuming a casual pose. Immediately my body flushed and my mind went into overdrive again. I could see his gorgeous legs, his muscular body stretched out... I almost reached out and touched him just for the sake of doing it. I wanted to do things to him that I'd never considered before, but once again resigned it to fantasy.
A couple of stops later, some people in the seats beside me got off, and he decided to sit down in their place beside me. It wasn't until several moments later that I heard his voice. It was low and he was looking over towards me, so I knew I must have been the one he was talking to. "My stop is coming up," he said. I looked a little surprised and turned towards him. There was the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips.
"What?" I asked. Surely he couldn't be suggesting what my vivid imagination thought he was suggesting. Maybe he was just some weirdo who liked to announce these things. But instead, he quirked his eyebrow quickly in a show of interest.
"My stop," he repeated. His voice was deep and smooth, and this time there was no ambiguity about what he meant. My heart started pounding. I glanced forward again and saw that nobody on the bus was paying any attention to the conversation, which I found very fortunate. Noticing my pause, he tilted his head a little and continued. "Maybe you'd like to... drop by."
I turned my head back towards him, gave him a bit of a smile of my own (admittedly more nervous), and nodded. I couldn't believe what was actually happening, but there was no way in hell I was prepared to turn it down. He pulled the cord to signal for the bus to stop at the next stop, and we both got out, moving casually as if this just happened to be where both of us were supposed to get out. The fact that we exited in front of an apartment building helped that.
We began to move up the pathway towards the building, and he spoke to me again along the way. "The name's Terry," he said.
"Nick," I replied. He looked back and smirked again. For some reason that was another feature of his that turned me on. Whenever he smirked I wanted to rip his clothes off and take him right there on the walkway.
We were quiet until we reached the building, at which point we headed for the elevator and began to ascend. It wasn't until we were inside, alone, and the elevator started moving that we spoke again. He looked at me, giving me a suggestive, hungry glance, and I couldn't help but reciprocate. Even so, I felt a little pang of nervousness. What was I doing? Was I ready for... this? With a guy?
"Ever done something like this before?" he asked suddenly, breaking me out of my reverie.
