The air was thick with anticipation as the last passengers filtered off the bus, leaving behind an empty terminal bathed in the warm glow of the overhead lights.
The hum of the engines outside faded away, replaced by the soft rustle of papers and the occasional clink of coins dropping into the vending machine. It was just past midnight on a Tuesday, and the terminal was deserted except for one lone figure leaning against the wall, his eyes scanning the crowd that had recently departed.
Johnny’s heart raced as he caught a glimpse of a figure approaching from the shadows.
The man was tall, with broad shoulders and a thick moustache that seemed to frame his ruggedly handsome face.
He wore a worn denim jacket and low-slung leather pants, the perfect combination of rugged masculinity and raw sexuality.
As he drew closer, Johnny’s breath hitched in his throat, unable to tear his gaze away from the man’s dark, piercing eyes.
As the man continued his approach, Johnny’s heart pounded in his chest as he caught the man’s gaze lingering on the provocative slogan emblazoned across his t-shirt: “4U2PN2.”
The man’s eyes seemed to burn with desire, and a small smile played at the corners of his lips as he passed by Johnny, barely brushing against him.
The air around them crackled with electricity, leaving Johnny breathless as the man disappeared into the shadows towards the Men’s room. Johnny’s heart raced in his chest, and a bead of sweat trickled down his back between his shoulder blade and down his spine, slipping past the waistband of his jockstrap and jeans.
The tension in the air was palpable, and Johnny could barely contain himself as he let a couple moments tick by. He knew that he was taking a risk, but the thrill of the unknown was too great to resist.
Squeak.
