Let's rock this flying bus!

Harry wasn't expecting some grand, wild affair here, no romance novel with flowing hair and flowery language. This was that other kind of encounter... the kind you are ashamed of later but during? Dirty, wrong and Hot. Harry found his pussy leaking wet as he looked up at Stan, still fully clothed save for the soda can shaped cock sticking out, and the magical bus conductors looking so hungry.

It happened so quick, Stan lunged, pinning Harry, wet messy kisses on his neck, as the Harry's clothes were pulled and and shifted. Harry on "his" back, his hips though twisted to be more on his side, those boys trousers now around his knees more, half binding his legs, his ass and pussy exposed.

"Which hole?" Stan mutters, grunts as he starts rubbing the plum sized tip though Harry's dripping cunt. "Fuck, been awhile since I've made a girl this wet. Which hole? Or I pick?"