The bus lurches, its passengers swaying, as two straight boys, enticed by money, enter an unspoken pact. The driver's eyes meet theirs in the rearview mirror, a wicked smile playing on his lips. The boys stroke, they suck, they feed each other their cum, the bus's rhythm matching their thrusts. The air thickens with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of wet, sloppy kisses echoing as the bus rolls on, oblivious to the gay bait bus's sinful, sticky secret.