Under the dim lights of the bus, the twinks' hands roam freely, tracing the straight guy's chest, his abs, his crotch. He squirms, but his growing bulge betrays his excitement. They push their luck, pulling out their cocks, stroking them openly. The straight guy watches, his eyes wide, his breath ragged. He reaches out tentatively, touching their hardness, his curiosity piqued. The twinks encourage him, their voices low, their movements slow. He takes them in his hands, his grip tentative at first, then firmer as he feels the heat, the pulse of their desire. The bus stops, and they all get off, the straight guy following them, his mind made up, ready to explore this new, gay reality.