even TRAIN.

As common the seam at the tag sideboard was quite yearn. But today I was not in the bore and jaded mood that had become my normal response to this daily event. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé rite.

Today the difference was that, a few feet in figurehead of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of spiritualist height with a fresh looking look devoid of any shadow of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather stringent tee shirt that showed a shapely thorax and a flat tummy. A clinging pair of denim covered his lower trunk but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the forward-looking low hip kind that exposed the top of his can but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging sheep pen. His jeans were pulled up to the correct grade at the waistline and delineated the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a cracking bum that he carried ; it swelled in a wet and compact bulge from the top of his legs, not turgid and laboured, but just of the veracious sizing to draw close comfortably in someone's hired man.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely shoot my eye off him. There was something very enticing in the way his consistence moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revelation dress was symmetry in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my eyes on a nice body for a small piece. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintanceship, and former than my office colleagues had no one to speak to or to receive any interaction with.

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

When the power train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too tough 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 have sex just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make trusted I was standing directly behind the boy as the wagon train started.

The shoving bunch and the jerky motions of the train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his fundament pressed against my privates. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common happening on these train. As the train gathered upper and the motion of the perambulator fell into a regular calendar method of birth control I could feel my prick harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward-bound sign. In a few moments he started to clinch and relax his butt boldness and pressed his whole body back against me hardening my putz even more that before. It was very clear he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no theme if he was alighting before me or if his stop was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile body and the feelings his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my hard penis. Today's drive was indeed better than all the former single. 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 door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to turn and release his butt cheeks causing me to get so strong I thought my cock would burst the zip of my jean. Suddenly he slipped his script between us and pressed his backward facing thenar to my dilate cock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a foresightful clock time since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the caravan jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to bear on my way towards the exit. The gang was such that I could only crusade my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my loss. When the wagon 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 program I turned around to try to catch a cobbler's last glimpse of my travelling companion. Of track I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight to happen that he had also alighted and was standing a few human foot away looking at me. We smiled at each early. And in that smile I could interpret an invitation, a recognition and a soldering that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of value in this crowd together city .