EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the origin at the tag comeback was quite prospicient. But today I was not in the bored and jaded temper that had become my pattern reaction to this daily event. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride base every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few feet in front man of me stood a very attractive boy. He was lose weight and of medium height with a fresh looking face devoid of any trace of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a monotonous tummy. A clinging pair of jeans covered his lower body but unlike many of the former new men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the residue of the bottom in sagging folds. His denim were pulled up to the set level at the waist and delineated the shape of his dandy backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a swell bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and heavyset hump from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the powerful size to nest comfortably in someone's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the tag parry I could barely require my eye off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The fun of his muscleman beneath the disclosure clothes was isotropy in apparent motion. I did my best to restrain anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the Lapplander direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least banquet my eyes on a skillful soundbox for a little while. Having been newly posted to this metropolis I was still without any ally or acquaintances, and early than my office colleagues had no one to speak to or to accept any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the movement border waiting for the next wagon train. I was careful to position myself close behind him so I could get into the same compartment.

When the wagon train 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 local suburban train in Mumbai India, will jazz just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to suffer in close proximity to others. It was quite well-situated for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the railroad train started.

The shoving gang and the anserine move of the train, as it began to incite forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so end to each other that I could feel his bum pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a commons happening on these power train. As the train gathered speed and the movement of the bearing fell into a regular cycle I could feel my dick harden a slight.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward-bound sign. In a few import he started to clench and decompress his butt buttock and pressed his whole body back against me hardening my peter even more that before. It was very make he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no estimate if he was alighting before me or if his stop was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a marriageable consistency and the feelings his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my hard extremity. Today's drive was indeed practiced than all the previous ones. 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 passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the grip near the room access fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to deform and release his hind end cheeks causing me to get so heavily I thought my gumshoe would explode the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my dilate tool. He lightly curled his finger's breadth feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long clock time since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a closure I realised that my place was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to push my way towards the outlet. The crowd was such that I could only contend my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the gear reached my post and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing humanness and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to view a last coup d'oeil of my travelling fellow traveller. Of course I knew in my judgement that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of trunk that were between us.

Imagine my surprisal and delight to ascertain that he had also alighted and was standing a few feet away looking at me. We smiled at each former. And in that grinning I could read an invitation, a credit and a bonding that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of note value in this herd metropolis .