The border guard gave Todd a naughty smile, and then as quick as it happened, he pulled his thumb out and did Todd's pants back up. He waved Todd through and got up to receive the next traveler. Todd stumbled away, still processing what happened to him. He looked back towards the young border guard. Part of him almost wanted to feel violated by what happened, but a bigger part of him wanted to squeeze that firm ass.
He turned his head back and watched where he was walking, embarrassed. He didn't understand the feelings he was having, and he wasn't sure he was ready to unpack all that.
Being aroused felt very different. It was like he had a pulsing erection, but there were no pants in its way, and no appendage to feel. Just radiating heat and a "hard" feeling.
And wetness. Todd passed it off as sweat at first, until he felt it dripping down his leg as he walked. He was turned on as fuck - literally wet - because of that one latino border guard.
It took him most of the rest of the bus ride to calm down again. He talked with Sergey about travelling and found out that he broad Russian's plans happened to coincide for a little bit. They both were spending a few weeks at the same international hostel in Marcosi at the end of the bus ride. Normally he'd be thrilled; Sergey was a genuinely cool guy with a vagrant streak not unlike Todd's own, but he was having trouble giving their conversation the attention it deserved. By the end of the ride, there was a visible wet spot near the bottom of his shorts if he spread his legs, and something definitely smelled like pussy. His pussy. He really hoped nobody else caught that.
It was a meal later and already evening by the time they reached Marcosi. Sergey and Todd caught a cab together,
"Have you been to this hostel before?" asked Todd.
"Once, last time I was here," answered Sergey.
"Well, how was it?"
"Like hostel. This one is men and women split dorms. Backpackers and whatever woman agrees to go to bed with them."
"Banging their way across the globe," joked Todd absently, "let's hope San Marcian women are hot."
Sergey shrugged, "Women are women."
They got into the hostel and were given their keys and directed up to the men's wing. There were 6 bunk beds to a room, for an ideal total of 12 sleepers. Sergey and Todd decided to bunk together, Todd on the top bunk. After settling in, Todd decided it was high time for a shower. He slipped into a pair of plastic flip flops he kept specifically for hostel bathrooms and headed over. As he opened the bathroom door, a feeling of dread washed over him. They weren't quite group showers, but with five foot high dividing walls that jutted about a foot out from the wall, they were the next thing to it.