The Route To The Hotel

For Antonio, the return home represented the worst part of his day. After long hours of exhausting work, destiny forced him to face a bus full of passengers. Traveling on his feet had become an unavoidable routine for him. Fatigue settled into his body, and the mass of crowded people seemed to drag him along in a constant stream of strangers. The return trip stretched on for about an hour. And after forty minutes of travel, a good number of passengers had already disembarked. Nevertheless, all the seats were still occupied, although Antonio was at least grateful that he no longer had to endure the cramped ride. From time to time, he closed his eyes to give his eyes a brief rest, although his feet still found no relaxation. There was a fleeting instant when he let himself drift off into a split-second dream, but fortunately, he woke up before rushing to the ground. He decided then to keep his eyes wide open, making sure to avoid any possible accidents. His gaze began to scan the interior of the bus. He observed people sleeping with their mouths open, couples engaged in passionate kisses and friends sharing lively conversations. However, his attention was immediately arrested when he came across the most impressive buttocks he had ever had the pleasure of beholding. The owner of such an attribute was standing less than a meter away, dressed in sportswear: a polo shirt, shorts and sneakers. It was evident that he had just finished a soccer match, as indicated by the dried sweat on his face and the dirtiness of his attire. Antonio stared too long at that ass, which made the owner of such a magnificent attribute take notice. He stared at Antonio, who, surprised, turned his face away in embarrassment. The transport made a stop at the antepenultimate stop, and an additional group of passengers disembarked, freeing several seats. Antonio quickly settled into one by the window, silently pleading that the owner of those captivating buttocks had also disembarked. The embarrassment he felt was so overwhelming that he opted to pretend to sleep, hoping to avoid any eye contact with that individual, just in case he was still on board the bus. After a while, Antonio noticed someone occupying the seat next to his, and immediately felt the touch of that person on his leg. As he watched out of the corner of his eye with astonishment, he realized that it was the same boy with the amazing buttocks. Among all the seats that were unoccupied, he had chosen to sit right next to him and was rubbing his leg. Antonio thought it was too good to be real. It was clear that this young man was interested in him. Antonio responded to the rubbing with another rub, and instantly, they exchanged complicit glances. The bus stopped at the next-to-last stop, and this time, unlike the previous stop, Antonio fervently hoped that his seatmate would not get off there. The young man remained by his side, and the vehicle continued on its way. Antonio wanted to strike up a conversation, introduce himself, inquire his name and, above all, indulge in the passion he felt, but he was unable to do so. An old woman occupied the seat behind them, so he had to wait until he reached the last stop to engage in conversation on the street. In the meantime, they continued to play suggestively. The rubbing persisted, not only with their legs, but also with their hands, which further stoked her excitement. Finally, they reached the last stop. As they got up, they both made an effort to conceal their erections, although the young man with the magnificent buttocks found it more difficult, given that he was wearing sports shorts. Luckily, the few remaining passengers were more concerned with getting off the bus and returning home, so they paid no attention to the young man's arousal. Antonio and the boy with the noticeable buttocks walked in silence for a short while, side by side, until they were away from the rest of the passengers. Antonio: Hello. Nalgón: Hello. Antonio: What is your name? Nalgón: Pedro. Antonio: Nice to meet you, Pedro. My name is Antonio. Pedro: Likewise. Antonio: How old are you, Pedro? Pedro: I'm 20. And you? Antonio: I'm 27. Have you just come from playing soccer? Pedro: Yes, today I had a championship with my university classmates. Antonio: Really? And what are you studying? Pedro: Pharmacy and Biochemistry. Antonio: Interesting. I studied administration. By the way, do you live near here? Pedro: Actually, my stop is the next-to-last one, but when I saw that you weren't getting off, I decided to continue the trip with you. I wanted to meet you. Antonio: And I wanted to meet you. I was begging you not to get off until the final stop. Pedro: Hehehehe... Well, I didn't, and here I am. Antonio: You know, I thought you were upset when you realized I was looking at your ass. Pedro: Hahaha... No, I was rather flattered when I saw the stupid face you made. Antonio: Hahaha... But you have to admit you have some nice buttocks. And as you say, I was an asshole when I saw them. Pedro: Yes, I know. My friends joke about it in college. And I think one of them has a special interest, but I prefer not to get involved with people from the university to avoid problems. Antonio: That's fine with me. And well, since I like to be direct, and since we seem to like each other, what do you say we go to a quieter place? Pedro: To a hotel? Antonio: I know one near here. Pedro: Let's go then. Once inside the hotel room, Antonio could not contain himself. He put Pedro against the wall to kiss him, ignoring his request to let him go take a shower first. He told him he was turned on by his sweaty scent as he kissed him. Her naughty tongue explored Pedro's mouth with passion, her hands firmly squeezing the buttocks that stood upright above the shorts. Although Antonio's hands were of good size, they seemed not big enough for that imposing ass. Then he knelt down and got Peter to turn on himself, sliding the shorts down to reveal those impressive buttocks. It was, without a doubt, a wonderful ass: round and completely hairless. Antonio spread Pedro's buttocks and buried his nose in desperation. The warm breath on that spot made Pedro moan, and Antonio's undulating tongue made him moan even more. Occasionally, he would stop licking him to nibble on his buttocks. Antonio seemed determined to savor every inch of that ass. Pedro was clearly excited and eager for the next phase. He told Antonio that he wanted to feel him inside him and he didn't have to ask more than once. Antonio put on a condom he had bought at the hotel front desk and penetrated Pedro unceremoniously. This was exactly what Pedro liked, and Antonio was more than willing to satisfy his desires. As he rammed him intensely in doggy style, he pulled his hair with one hand and spanked him hard with the other. After about fifty minutes, with their bodies bathed in sweat and Antonio still inside Pedro, they were both on the verge of climax. Between gasps, Antonio whispered to Pedro, asking him where he wanted his milk. With a leering look, Pedro replied that he wanted it on his face. Antonio hurriedly removed the condom and, with precision, aimed it at Pedro's face, covering it with a thick layer of semen as a choked moan escaped his lips, culminating a dirty, kinky and deliciously pleasurable encounter. After that experience, Antonio and Pedro never rode public transportation together again, but for Antonio, the ride home was no longer the worst part of the day. From then on, finding a companion to make the route to a hotel, as he did with Pedro, became his favorite pastime.