eve TRAIN.

As usual the line at the ticket counter was quite long. But today I was not in the world-weary and jaded humour that had become my normal response to this daily event. Reaching the station and getting a tag for my drive household every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few invertebrate foot in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was reduce and of medium height with a reinvigorated looking face devoid of any trace of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather sozzled tee shirt that showed a shapely thorax and a flat stomach. A clinging pair of dungaree covered his turn down body but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the advanced low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the rest of the merchantman in sagging sheepfold. His blue jean were pulled up to the correct tier at the shank and delineated the figure of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a smashing bum that he carried ; it swelled in a miserly and compact hump from the top of his legs, not heavy and lowering, but just of the right-hand size to nestle comfortably in someone's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket rejoinder I could barely take my eye off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The swordplay of his muscle beneath the disclosure clothes was symmetry in motion. I did my just to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same instruction that I was. If this was so then I could at to the lowest degree feast my eyes on a nice consistency for a little while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintance, and other than my office colleague had no one to speak to or to have any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his slate he moved on to the platform and stood towards the front edge waiting for the next train. I was deliberate to perspective myself close behind him so I could get into the Lapplander compartment.

When the railroad train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too arduous for me to be close behind the boy as we were willy nilly pushed forward by those crowding behind us. Anyone who has travelled on a local suburban train in Mumbai Republic of India, will do it just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in finish law of proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving gang and the jerky move of the railroad train, as it began to proceed forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so closemouthed to each early that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a vernacular occurrent on these trains. As the caravan gathered amphetamine and the movement of the rig fell into a regular speech rhythm I could feel my putz harden a piddling.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward signaling. In a few moments he started to clinch and relax his tooshie face and pressed his whole body back against me hardening my cock even more that before. It was very exculpate he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no idea if he was alighting before me or if his arrest was after mine so I just enjoyed the law of proximity of a nubile consistency and the feelings his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my hard member. Today's drive was indeed unspoilt than all the premature ones. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.

As the train jerked forward and back we were pressed even closer and closer together by the passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the handles near the doorway fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and give up his butt nerve causing me to get so severe I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing decoration to my distend pecker. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the soma and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a tenacious time since I had another somebody touch me intimately.

As the power train jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to push my way towards the exit. The crew was such that I could only fight my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my divergence. When the train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing humanity and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to catch a utmost glimpse of my travelling companion. Of course I knew in my judgment that there was absolutely no fortune whatsoever that I would actually be capable to see through the mass of organic structure that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight to see that he had also alighted and was standing a few feet away looking at me. We smiled at each other. And in that smile I could read an invitation, a realisation and a bonding that made me understand in an twinkling that I had found something of value in this herd metropolis .