I'm all smiles as Ry and I approach the broken-down bus. I tell him, "It'll be easier if we start in the back and work our way forward. That way, we won't miss anything." He grins as he nods in agreement.
I board firstly, with him on my heels. I see Chad's bag stuffed into the corner of the back seat, so I climb onto my hands and knees on the bench to grab it. "Quelle belle vue!" Ryan gasps as he gazes onto my upturned ass. (What a gorgeous sight.) I look at him with wanton eyes and he lunges towards me, effectively knocking me into the back of the seat. After a few seconds of recomposing gropes and fondles, I lay on my back with a breathless Adonis lying atop of me.
I kiss him with all the lustful energy I can muster and he meets my embrace threefold. "Have I ever told you what happens when you speak French to me?" I inquire in between nibbles on his earlobe and nuzzling his gullet. He pulls back and looks into my eyes, suddenly fearful of the answer. I took his hand and placed it onto the fly of my jeans, quite obscenely protrusive and in need of attention. "Voila!" (If you need a translation for this one, I must question your intelligence.)
He opens his palm flatly and forcibly begins to rub me through the denim and cotton of my underpants. I actually squeal because he feels so good. My moans increase in pitch as well as volume. Suddenly he stops and shushes me calmly. "Si tu ne te comportes bien, j'arrêterai." (If you can't compose yourself any better, I'll stop.) His lips meet mine in a light brushing motion which only drives me all the crazier with passion.
As he opens my fly, I reach for his as well. I can finally feel my lover's sex between my fingers and I must say, it feels as if we were meant to be stay like this forever.
"Troy, je t'aime. Je t'aimais toute ma vie. Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime!" (Troy, I love you. I've loved you all my life. I love you!) We're so close now that we're both humping ourselves into each other's hands. In some very distant figment of ny consciousness, I realize that dusk is approaching.
All of a sudden, we are aware of blue and red flashing lights across the ceiling. We compose ourselves and straightening up.
"Is there a problem here, boys?" the officer asks through the emergency exit. Oh, will my father have a field day with this one.