Kiss and Make Up

When Jon stepped on the bus, he found himself snapped at by an irate bus driver. "Madison!" the driver growled, glaring at him. "Do you know how long you've kept us waiting, you stupid bimbo!?" Jon blushed as the boys laughed at him. "Sorry, sir," he mumbled. "I lost track of time..." "Of course you did," the driver grumbled. "Well, if you're really sorry, give me a kiss and find a seat." "What?" he asked, blinking. His driver couldn't have told him to... Without thinking, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. "Thanks," he said, and quickly sat down at the nearest available spot. *What just happened?* he wondered as the bus started up. Had he really just kissed a man? Strangely, the thought was exciting, and he felt himself get hard at the thought. He squeezed his legs together tightly. "Hey, beautiful," the boy next to him said with a leer. "You got a date to the dance tonight?" "Um..." Jon swallowed. "Uh, I'm not going." "It's mandatory for girls," the boy informed him. "You don't want to fail, do you?" Without waiting for him to answer, he continued, "So, you coming with me or what?" "Uh, I'd like to keep my options open," Jon decided. He didn't want to date a boy at all, but it made sense not to commit too soon. The boy's face darkened. "Bitch," he declared.