Transit Twink

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.

"Hi," he said very flatly.

"Hi," I responded with utter stoicism.

He stuck his thumb in his mouth and turned away. As the bus ride continued, he kept scooting closer to me. I kept scooting away. But the fact was, I wanted him, BAD! I usually hated when strangers on the bus (especially male strangers) sat too close to me or touched me in any way but I loved that he was touching me, I wanted him touching me.

Something weird happened in traffic and the bus driver had to slam on her brakes, causing some people to fall over. There was a big bump and a lot of commotion. The gay dude turned to me and said, "I'm scared, will you hold me?"

So I wrapped my arms around his midsection and pulled him close. With his dainty body pressed up against mine, I could feel his warmth. Now I was turned on. I could feel my cock getting hard. He could feel my cock getting hard. He reached down and started feeling me up through my pants. I stopped pretending I didn't want him. I started kissing him on the neck. I kissed him on the cheek. Gently, he rubbed his face up against mine as he did the same with his him. He turned towards me and we started kissing, passionately. I caressed the side of his face as our tongues intertwined.

He unbuttoned my pants and took my cock out. Shocked by the way my girthy, ten inches seemed to jump out of my pants, his eyes shot open. He looked down at the growing cock in his hands and smiled with his eyes bulging. He proceeded to jerk me off while we kissed. Everyone on the bus stared straight up or straight forward, pretending not to notice because they were so uncomfortable.

He started sucking my cock. He sucked it good. While he sucked me, I slid my hand down his pants and started fingering his ass. He moaned with pleasure. I took my finger out and stuck it in my mouth.

"Your asshole tastes so good baby," I said as he continued to suck. He sucked it so good, I didn't want him to stop. But my tongue was fully craving his hole now that I had a taste for it.

"I want more of your ass," I plead. "Give me more of your ass!!"

"Oh my god." He said as he stood up and took his pants down. He spread his perfect cheeks to show me his beautiful hole. I ran my big, filthy hands up the back of his legs until they were holding his sexy ass open and started tongue fucking and sucking his ass. He leaned forward to allow me easier access to slide my tongue further up his sweet hole. The passengers in front of us silently turned their heads away from him in opposite directions and tried desperately not to hear him moaning loudly with his head in between theirs.

"I need your cock inside me, papi!" He squeaked, making the passengers wince with disgust. "Let me fuck your cock with my asshole, papi PLEEEAASE!" He begged.

Finally I pulled my tongue out of his asshole so he could sit down on my cock. Slowly he sat down, holding his ass open, working me into him until all ten thick, throbbing inches of me was all the way inside him. He moaned louder and louder as he worked up enough speed to where his cock was bouncing against his stomach as I fucked him. His asshole fucked my big brown cock harder and harder. I let my hands travel up his hoodie so I could squeeze onto his slender, sexy body. I could feel that he was wearing a crop top beneath his hoodie, which turned me on even more. I held onto him tighter as I fucked him harder and harder.

At last, I threw my head back and screamed aloud as I blasted a huge load of cum up his ass. I continued to hold him by his hips with a tight grip as I used his hole to jerk every single glob of cum into his sexy, slender, sissy ass.

I whispered in his ear. "You stand back up so I can suck the cum out of your asshole."

"Mmm, God that's so sexy, papi!" He said as he complied with my wishes. Again, he leaned forward with his head between the heads of the two passengers in front of us.

The twink turned to the passenger at his left and said loudly, with his mouth on the person's ear, "He's sucking his own fucking cum out of my asshole! Isn't that fucking sexy? Don't you fucking wish you were him, you little bitch???"

Just to make everyone more uncomfortable, he moaned louder and louder as I sucked the cum from his ass.

"Fuck yes papi," he squealed. "I love the way your tongue feels inside my asshole! Fuck me with your tongue, papi, fuck me with your tongue!"

I kept fucking him with my tongue.

"Now let me taste it, papi," he said quickly before he sat back down on my lap and we started to make out some more. After all that asshole-sucking I did, some of my cum still ran out onto the seat of the bus. I guess you never really do get ALL of it, do you?

"You wanna come home with me and be my bitch?" I asked him between kisses, with our noses touching.

He nodded excitedly, "Yes papi, please."

He lives under my bed now.

The end.