EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the short letter at the just the ticket retort was quite long. But today I was not in the bored and jaded humor that had become my normal reaction to this day-by-day event. Reaching the station and getting a just the ticket for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few feet in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of sensitive height with a refreshing looking face devoid of any tincture of moustache or face fungus. He was dressed in a rather slopped tee shirt that showed a shapely thorax and a matted stomach. A clinging pair of blue jean covered his lowly body but unlike many of the early young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the modern low hip sort that exposed the top of his rump but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging folds. His denim were pulled up to the correct stage at the waist and delineated the shape of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a slap-up bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact bulge from the top of his legs, not large and toilsome, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in soul's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the tag retort I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his consistence moved. The play of his muscleman beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in movement. I did my full to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the Saame charge that I was. If this was so then I could at least feed my eyes on a squeamish body for a little patch. Having been newly posted to this urban center I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and former than my federal agency colleagues had no one to speak to or to have any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his slate he moved on to the political platform and stood towards the front edge waiting for the side by side power train. I was measured to location myself closemouthed behind him so I could get into the Lapplander compartment.

When the train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too knockout 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 India, will experience just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to fend in penny-pinching proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to pee-pee sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the string started.

The shoving gang and the dopey gesture of the string, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so finis to each other that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my genitalia. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrent on these gear. As the wagon train gathered speed and the motility of the carriages fell into a regular beat I could sense my dick harden a petty.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward-bound augury. In a few moments he started to clench and unstrain his rear cheeks and pressed his whole body back against me hardening my turncock even more that before. It was very exculpated he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no idea if he was alighting before me or if his stop was after mine so I just enjoyed the propinquity of a nubile body and the feelings his pert tough bum caused by pressing against my arduous extremity. Today's drive was indeed better than all the former 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 rider on the footboard and clinging on to the handles near the doorway fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to turn and eject his seat cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing thenar to my distended cock. He lightly curled his digit feeling the pattern and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a retentive time since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a stop I realised that my post was the following and reluctantly had move away from the boy and commence to push my way towards the exit. The crowd was such that I could only fight my way to the passing without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. 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 captivate a hold up glance of my travelling companion. Of course I knew in my judgment that there was absolutely no luck whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the quite a little of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delectation to find oneself that he had also alighted and was standing a few pes away looking at me. We smiled at each early. And in that grin I could say an invitation, a realisation and a soldering that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of value in this crowded metropolis .