Here's a fictional story about having gay sex on a public transit bus. It should go without saying that behaving publicly as the characters in the story do would likely lead to arrest, injury or fuck-knows what else so please do not attempt what is described in the story.
This was written quickly and although I went over it a few times, it is far from my best work. Hopefully just good enough to make you masturbate :)
All characters and situations mentioned are 100% fictional.
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My car was in the shop so I had to take the bus to and from work. I was expecting the 29, but the 29X pulled up. It stopped and the bus driver opened up the doors. The bus driver was this hot, short-haired Brazilian woman with big, gold, hoop earrings on. Of course she was sitting down, but I could immediately tell she was TALL. I'm 6 feet tall, so she had to be 6'2". Long legs, long arms, long torso, broad shoulders. She had an athletic build and golden sun-tanned brown skin beneath her bus driver's hat and jacket. She was also wearing thigh high black pleather boots and apparently no pants. She was showing off her thunder thighs. If she was wearing pants, they were shorts and they were hidden by her jacket. I stood there staring at her like a dumbass, thinking, "Maaaaan, I'd sure love to have those long legs wrapped around my head," as she sat there smiling at me.
"Well are you getting on?" She asked in her thick Brazilian accent.
"I'm waiting for the 29, isn't this the wrong bus?"
"Same shit! Get in!"
So I got on. As usual, when boarding buses, trains or planes, I take a look at the people I'm going to be riding with. This crowd was pretty square looking for the most part. I took one of the only empty seats left, near the middle of the bus. I gazed out the window as the sexy Brazilian lady drove us through town. I only stopped gazing out the window when she stopped to pick up passengers, so I could eyeball them. As the other seats filled up, the one directly next to me remained empty because nobody wanted to sit next to me. I was greasy and filthy from work, plus I have a naturally menacing face. Everything about me said, "Don't talk to me!"
Then he came on. He was gorgeous - a Latino guy, just a few years younger than me, with pouty lips, angelic eyes and long eyelashes. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans, nothing revealing. In fact, I couldn't even decipher his figure through his clothing, although he did appear to be on the dainty side. He just had a vibe. His vibe was cold, dark, even a little creepy but I liked it. As soon as I saw him, I wanted to know what his asshole tasted like. He looked around and saw the crowd - normies, scumbags, transients, drunks, young douchebags with their scented vape pens, old people and me - the filthy, rugged, long-haired, multiracial guy with the only empty seat on the bus right next to him. He decided to take a seat next to me.
At first, I was standoff-ish because I was in a foul mood. I thought he was hot but didn't want to admit it, also because I was in a foul mood. I continued to glare out the window and prophecize chaos and destruction to try to tune him and everyone else out. Nevrtheless, he could feel my vibe, so the front I was putting on was useless. He sat right down and stared right at me for several seconds.
