Todd donned one of the bathroom towels and did a brisk walk of shame back to his own room. After he got inside, he headed straight to the bathroom. When he got there, he pulled the towel off and, with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach checked himself over thoroughly.
Everything looked in order. His legs were a little sore, but the only thing different was his important bits. He stretched his legs apart a bit and did some lunges. Things felt... Different. He ignored how fucked up the whole situation was and finally reached his fingers down to touch... it. He started from the top, tracing his blonde treasure trail and found the start of the slit. The hair around it was soft and fine. It felt foreign, and his fingers felt foreign to it. When he made contact with his skin, it was an exciting, ticklish tingle.
He was about to do some more searching down there, but it crossed Todd's mind to take a look at the time.
"Shit!" sputtered Todd. It was time to go. He had more immediate problems; this one would have to take a backseat. Todd quickly crammed all of his clothes and personal effects into his backpack, throwing on some sandals, a tank top, and thin linen shorts. He tied his hair into a messy bun, washed his face, and hit the ground running.
It was a great feat, but within half an hour Todd was sitting on a bus headed towards San Marcos, the next stop in his trip. The bus filled up fast, and he was in the window seat next to a beefy Russian guy maybe 5 years his senior. They talked pleasantly for some time, but the combination of the heat, stuffiness, and a poor sleep the prior night led to Todd dozing off for the two hours it took to get to the border.
He woke up to a stopped bus. People were starting to stand up. "Did I sleep through the whole thing?"
"Is border pat-down," said Sergey, "San Marcos is pain in the ass right now."
Todd sighed and stood up. He followed the rest of the passengers out of the bus as they were all divided into queues. Eventually he found himself behind a privacy screen face to face with a young San Marcian border guard, in a deep tan uniform with a green beret. He was attractive and obviously in great shape. Todd wasn't sure whether to be self-conscious or glad that someone his own age was doing the pat-down.
The guard was professional but very thorough. It didn't cross Todd's mind that he may have a slight problem until the young man's hands were firmly feeling halfway up his left thigh. He held his breath and went red, glancing down at the guard's face uncomfortably. Sure enough, when the guard didn't encounter the usual situation between his legs, it seemed to throw him off his game. He furled his eyebrows and tried from the other thigh, running his hands firmly against Todd's groin. He looked up at Todd's face, and Todd could almost see the thoughts running through his head. Eventually curiosity seemed to get the better of him. The guard looked left and right, to make sure the privacy screen was keeping things private, and unbuttoned Todd's shorts.
Todd didn't dare protest, though his heart pounded furiously against his chest. His lack of underwear took any suspense out of the endeavor, of course, and the border guard was face to... face with Todd's new equipment. There was an awkward pause that seemed to take forever before Todd saw the guard silently chuckle. What the guard did next, though, was the real surprise. He brought his hand to his face, briefly sucked on his thumb, and then brought the moist digit up towards Todd's pussy. He very briefly violated Todd's crevice as his thumb traced a circle around...
Todd shuddered a little bit. That felt nice.