EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the line at the tag riposte was quite long. But today I was not in the tire and jaded modality that had become my formula reaction to this day by day event. Reaching the station and getting a tag for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the dispute was that, a few feet in figurehead of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium height with a newly looking typeface devoid of any vestige of moustache or face fungus. He was dressed in a rather closely tee shirt that showed a shapely thorax and a flat stomach. A clinging pair of jeans covered his lower body but unlike many of the former young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the Bodoni font low hip kind that exposed the top of his nates but hid the residue of the bottom in sagging sheepfold. His jean were pulled up to the correct horizontal surface at the waist and delineated the condition of his corking rear end ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a not bad bum that he carried ; it swelled in a soaked and compact protrusion from the top of his legs, not large and weighty, but just of the redress sizing to snuggle comfortably in someone's hand.

As we slowly moved forward to the slate counter I could barely take my center off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in movement. I did my proficient to keep anyone from noticing my tarriance glances and kept hoping that he was going in the Saami direction that I was. If this was so then I could at to the lowest degree feast my center on a gracious body for a little piece. Having been newly posted to this metropolis I was still without any admirer or acquaintances, and former than my office staff colleague had no one to speak to or to have any fundamental interaction with.

After the boy purchased his just the ticket he moved on to the political program and stood towards the front man edge waiting for the next train. I was careful to berth myself close behind him so I could get into the same compartment.

When the string eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too hard 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 topical anesthetic suburban train in Mumbai India, will love just how crowd together they can be and how a rider is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the gearing started.

The shoving crowd and the goosey question of the power train, as it began to propel forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each former that I could palpate his buttock pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrence on these trains. As the gearing gathered speed and the movement of the carriages fell into a habitue musical rhythm I could find my prick harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward-bound mansion. In a few present moment he started to clinch and relax his butt cheeks and pressed his hale body back against me hardening my rooster even more that before. It was very clear he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no idea if he was alighting before me or if his point was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile body and the spirit his impertinent concentrated bum caused by pressing against my hard phallus. Today's ride was indeed better than all the old ace. And much to my amazement 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 passenger on the footboard and clinging on to the handgrip near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to bend and eject his butt cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my pecker would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended cock. He lightly curled his finger feeling the contour and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long time since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a stop consonant I realised that my station was the succeeding and reluctantly had move away from the boy and set out to labour my way towards the outlet. The gang was such that I could only fight my way to the outlet 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 pick up a last coup d'oeil of my travelling fellow traveller. Of course I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no luck whatsoever that I would actually be capable to see through the masses of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight to find that he had also alighted and was standing a few groundwork away looking at me. We smiled at each former. And in that smile I could read an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me understand in an moment that I had found something of value in this crowded metropolis .