As I was saying, life was going on around us, waiting for us to get back together. He was coming to Madrid on August 31st, so there were only six days left.

I took the bus to get home.

I paid the fare and as I started walking, I detected that there was a gentleman almost at the back of the bus who was watching me approach.

The strange thing was that the one who was looking at the other wasn't me, because I swear that the gentleman was stunning.

He was wearing a backpack, so I assumed he was coming from work.

He had dark hair with some gray, and appeared to be 50 years old. His eyes were a beautiful blue-gray, I had never seen eyes like that before.

His body, although I couldn't see his legs to appreciate them, was sitting, and it was a 10. Chubby, with a chest even wider than my previous lovers, the kind you want to take off his shirt and start kissing.

His face was beautiful, he had a sweet face, like I later detected that's also what a chubby guy needs to have to turn me on.

I told myself... Topsecret, you're imagining things because you can't have that much luck that when you leave an orgy, you run into another plan on the way home on the bus. Is this something that existed before and I just didn't realize it? Let's see if it's true.

The bus was full, so I either stood close to him or lost sight of him. He was two rows ahead of the last seats, sitting by the window. There was a girl sitting next to him who didn't seem to have anything to do with him, so I got into that aisle and stood at his level. Of course, being there, I had to try to be less obvious, and so did he.

I suppose it's happened to you many times, that you get on the bus or metro and you like someone a lot, you look at them and... finally, it ends up being nothing, right? That's what always happens. But this was different.

I had just cum in Fulanito Lopez's ass, well, about half an hour or an hour ago, but thanks to my youth, I got hard again. God, I didn't know that was possible just by seeing someone dressed on a bus, but the erection was real as life itself.

The chubby gentleman and I exchanged glances, trying to be discreet, because we were very close, but he noticed that I had a huge bulge under my pants.

He looked at me through the window and smiled at the bulge that had grown. Fool that I am, I blushed as I always do. The gentleman was no longer smiling, he was laughing out loud, but trying to hide it as if it was something on the street.

I had to get off at the next stop. I walked towards the door, but couldn't stop looking at him, and he at me.

Do you know those looks that say "I want to fuck you" without saying it? Those that come out of nowhere without knowing how you make that face and eyes, but you do? Well, he had that look at that moment, and so did I.

Suddenly, I made another gesture, a gesture that only he would understan...