I'm very much a creature of habit. Being middle-aged has probably exacerbated that. I'm 45, live in a small commuter town 40 minutes away from the city. I'm one of these rarities that doesn't enjoy working from home, so I get the bus at 6.45am every day. Early I know but it's the only one that will get me to work on time.
Normally, I am the only one waiting but in recent weeks another guy has appeared. At first we were both reserved, then it progressed to a nod of the head in acknowledgement, then saying 'good morning'.
I could feel he was gay, he gave off those vibes in his dress and demeanour, just that certain style gay guys have. He looked around the same age as me, although his hair had started to grey unlike myself, who had thick jet black hair.
His eyes were green and looked playful. He was six inches taller than me at 6'2".
Yes, I must admit I fancied him. I am married but my bi side has always been there and I've enjoyed a few cocks in my time, during marriage.
Then, one day, fate did its best to throw us together. It was a horrible, dark December morning and the rain started to teem down after I left my house, as I made my way to the bus stop. He was already there, holding a big, black golf umbrella.
"I didn't come prepared for this." I said, smiling resignedly.
"You look soaked through. Come under here, there's plenty of room." He invited me, his voice soft and caring.
"Thank you, you're most kind." I replied gratefully, without thinking of anything sexual.
"You should be out of those wet clothes." He stated.
Was he flirting with me?
"I wish I could but nudity isn't allowed on the bus." I laughed and met his eyes.
I could feel him getting tight close against me and I now knew he was being suggestive which I didn't mind in the slightest.
His left hand arced around me and gripped an ass cheek. That was it, I couldn't help myself but rub my hand over his crotch. I could feel the heat and hardness.
"So you like that?" It seemed a daft question but all I could do was smile and nod.
I had not had a cock for almost a year but was determined to have this one inside me.
"My place is only two minutes away. We can get you out of those soaking clothes."
"Only if you get out of yours too." I panted as I continued to feel him growing.
"Oh, I think that can be arranged. I'm Robbie by the way. Follow me."
"Gladly."
We couldn't hold hands in a small town like ours. Somebody, somewhere on route would be bound to notice.
He turned right, then second on the left, into a cul-de-sac.
