The bait is set, and the bus is the trap. Two gay strangers board, their eyes meeting, a spark igniting. They're both here for the same thing, and they waste no time. "You're a pretty boy," one growls, tracing the other's cheek. They're hard within seconds, rubbing against each other, their hands roaming. The bus driver's oblivious, but it only makes them more daring. They're fucking openly, the other passengers none the wiser, the city a blur outside the window.