Last bus home with curious straight guy

This is a true story from my past—everyone in this story is 18+.I was riding the bus home from work one night, half-zoned out and restless. It was late, the bus mostly empty. A guy around my age got on—clean cut, button-down shirt, silver cross around his neck. Definitely gave off that Christian boy energy.I noticed him right away. He sat an across from me, earbuds in. I was bored and honestly kind of horny, mindlessly stroking myself through my pants on the quiet bus … probably not being as subtle as I thought as he kept glancing back.A few stops later, he moved and sat next to me. Didn’t say much at first, just kind of settled in. When I brushed his leg casually, he tensed, then said he wasn’t into guys. But he didn’t get up either. Instead he pushed his thigh into mine.We didn’t talk much at first. He said something about not being into guys when I leaned in a little. But he didn’t move away.Keeping my eyes front, I just let my hand casually rest on his knee, taking my fingers and gently stroking at the edge of his pants. He looked out the window, muscles tensed as I looked in the corner of my eyes and saw his shorts begin to tent up.By the time we reached the end of the line, neither of us had stood up yet. He finally looked at me and nodded toward the door.We found a spot nearby, out of the way. No talking. He seemed nervous, kept looking around, muttering under his breath. I realized he was praying. We found a secluded area and he leaned against a pole. I just dropped down on my knees, and undid his shorts, as a long 8” curved cock popped out of the zipper.I took him slowly into my mouth, licking around the head and down the shaft. I tried to look into his eyes, but his eyes were steadily looking anywhere else. I opened my mouth wide and let the curve follow down my throat. I pressed deep into his hips and grabbed hold to keep him there as he began to buck his hips. I smelled his sweat as he began to pick up pace. He continued to mutter to himself reassuring himself that he wasn’t gay as I tickled his balls with my tongue.He was midway through another prayer as I felt his knees start to buckle. I picked up speed as I bobbed my head up and down before I felt him shake and his load hit the back of my throat.Afterward, he pulled away, zipped up and ran off. I sat there for a minute, a little dazed. I missed my last train home that night.