The Journey To The Hotel

For Anthony, the trip back home represented the worst part of his day. After long hours of exhausting work, fate forced him to face a crowded bus full of passengers. Standing during the journey had become an inevitable routine for him. Fatigue settled into his body, and the mass of tightly packed people seemed to carry him in a constant flow of strangers.

The return trip lasted for about an hour. After forty minutes of travel, most of the passengers had already disembarked. However, all the seats remained occupied, though Anthony was grateful not to endure the typical overcrowding. Occasionally, he would close his eyes to rest his eyesight, although his feet still found no relaxation. There was a brief moment when he let himself be carried away by a one-second nap, but fortunately, he woke up before tumbling to the floor. He decided to keep his eyes wide open, ensuring to avoid any possible mishaps.

His gaze began to explore the interior of the bus. He observed people sleeping with their mouths wide open, couples engaged in passionate kisses, and friends having lively conversations. However, his attention immediately stopped when he came across the most impressive butt he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. The owner of such an attribute was standing less than a meter away, dressed in sportswear: a polo shirt, shorts, and sneakers. It was clear that he had just finished a soccer match, as indicated by the dry sweat on his face and the dirt covering his outfit.

Anthony stared at that butt for too long, which made the owner of that magnificent attribute aware. He looked directly at Anthony, who, feeling surprised, quickly averted his gaze in embarrassment.

The bus made a stop at the antepenultimate stop, and an additional group of passengers disembarked, freeing up several seats. Anthony quickly settled into one by the window, silently hoping that the owner of those captivating butt had also left. The shame he felt was overwhelming, so he pretended to be asleep, hoping to avoid any eye contact with that individual, just in case he was still on the bus.

After a while, Anthony felt someone taking the seat next to his, and immediately he felt that person's touch on his leg. In amazement, he glanced sideways and realized it was the same young man with the amazing butt. Among all the unoccupied seats, he had chosen to sit right next to Anthony and began to touch his leg. Anthony thought it was too good to be true.

It was clear that this young man was interested in him. Anthony responded to the touch with another touch, and instantly, they exchanged knowing glances.

The bus stopped at the penultimate stop, and this time, unlike the previous stop, Anthony fervently hoped that his seat companion would not get off there. The young man stayed by his side, and the vehicle continued its journey. Anthony wanted to start a conversation, introduce himself, inquire about his name, and above all, give in to the passion he felt, but he couldn't. An elderly woman occupied the seat behind them, so he had to wait until they reached the last stop to have a conversation on the street. Meanwhile, they continued to play suggestively. The touches persisted, not only with their legs but also with their hands, further fueling their excitement.

Finally, they arrived at the last stop. As they got up, both made an effort to hide their erections, although it was more challenging for the young man with the prominent butt, as he was wearing sport shorts. Fortunately, the few remaining passengers were more concerned with getting off the bus and returning to their homes, so they paid no attention to the young man's excitement. Anthony and the guy with the remarkable butt walked in silence for a short distance, side by side, until they got away from the rest of the passengers.

Anthony: Hello.

Guy with the impressive butt: Hi.

Anthony: What's your name?

Guy with the impressive butt: Peter.

Anthony: Nice to meet you, Peter. My name is Anthony.

Peter: Likewise.

Anthony: How old are you, Peter?

Peter: I'm 20 years old. And you?

Anthony: I'm 27 years old. Did you come from playing soccer?

Peter: Yes, I had a championship with my college friends today.

Anthony: Really? What are you studying?

Peter: Systems Engineering.

Anthony: Interesting. I studied management. By the way, do you live nearby?

Peter: Well, my stop is actually the penultimate, but when I saw that you weren't getting off, I decided to continue the journey with you. I wanted to get to know you.

Anthony: And me, too. I was praying that you wouldn't get off until the final stop.

Peter: Haha... Well, I didn't, and here you have me.

Anthony: You know? I thought you were annoyed when you realized I was staring at your butt.

Peter: Haha... No, I felt flattered instead when I saw the silly look on your face.

Anthony: Haha... But you have to admit, you have a great butt. And as you say, I was totally dumbstruck when I saw it.

Peter: Yeah, I know. My friends tease me about it in college. And I think one of them has a special interest, but I prefer not to get involved with people from college to avoid problems.

Anthony: That's understandable. Well, I like to be direct, and since it seems like we mutually like each other, how about we head to a quieter place?

Peter: To a hotel?

Anthony: I know one nearby.

Peter: Then let's go.

Once inside the hotel room, Anthony couldn't contain himself.

He pushed Peter against the wall to kiss him, paying no attention to his request to let him take a shower first. He told him that he was excited by his sweaty scent while he kissed him.

His playful tongue explored Peter's mouth with passion, his hands firmly grasped Peter's butt that rose above the shorts. Despite Anthony's hands being of good size, they didn't seem large enough for that impressive butt. Then, he knelt down and made Peter turn around, sliding down his shorts to reveal that impressive butt.

It was undoubtedly a wonderful butt: round and completely smooth. Anthony parted Peter's butt and buried his face eagerly. The warm breath on that spot made Peter moan, and Anthony's undulating tongue made him moan even more. Occasionally, he would stop licking to nibble on his butt. Anthony seemed determined to savor every inch of that butt.

Peter was clearly aroused and eager for the next stage. He didn't have to ask more than once. Anthony put on a condom he had bought at the hostel reception and penetrated Peter without hesitation. This was exactly what Peter liked, and Anthony was more than willing to fulfill his desires. As he thrust with intensity in a doggy-style position, he pulled Peter's hair with one hand and delivered strong spanks with the other.

About 50 minutes passed, with sweaty bodies, and Anthony was still inside Peter, on the brink of climax. Between gasps, Anthony asked Peter where he wanted his release. Peter said he wanted it on his face. Anthony quickly removed the condom and aimed it at Peter's face, covering it with a thick layer of semen, bringing an end to a dirty, perverted, and highly pleasurable sexual encounter.

After that experience, Anthony and Peter never crossed paths on public transportation again, but for Anthony, the journey back home was no longer the worst part of his day. From then on, finding a partner to take the trip to a hotel, like he did with Peter, became his favorite pastime.