EVENING TRAIN.

As common the business at the slate counter was quite long. But today I was not in the world-weary and jaded mood that had become my normal reaction to this day by day event. Reaching the station and getting a tag for my drive 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 mass medium stature 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 bureau and a flat stomach. A clinging pair of dungaree covered his lower body but unlike many of the early untried men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his can but hid the rest of the fanny in sagging flexure. His blue jean were pulled up to the correct stratum at the shank and delineated the shape of his neat tooshie ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a clean bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact protuberance from the top of his pegleg, not large and arduous, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in individual's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket parry I could barely take my centre off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The gaming of his muscles beneath the revelation wearing apparel was symmetry in gesture. I did my best to preserve anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same way that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my eyes on a nice body for a little patch. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any Friend or familiarity, and other than my part colleagues had no one to utter to or to deliver any fundamental interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the political platform and stood towards the front edge waiting for the side by side gear. I was thrifty to position myself close behind him so I could get into the Sami compartment.

When the train eventually pulled in to the chopine 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 know just how herd they can be and how a rider 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 crowd and the jerky motions of the power train, as it began to affect forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could finger his tooshie pressed against my crotch. He did not look to be bothered by this ; it was a green occurrence on these trains. As the train gathered speed and the motion of the pusher fell into a even rhythm I could finger my prick harden a fiddling.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward sign. In a few moments he started to clench and relax his rear cheeks and pressed his whole body back against me hardening my cock even more that before. It was very unclouded 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 flavor his pert gruelling bum caused by pressing against my hard phallus. Today's ride was indeed good than all the previous 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 door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to turn and release his butt cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would burst the zip of my dungaree. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended turncock. He lightly curled his digit feeling the shape and size of it of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a prospicient time since I had another soul touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a check I realised that my station was the side by side and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to push my way towards the way out. The crowd was such that I could only fight my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the train reached my post and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing humanity and was finally standing on the weapons platform I turned around to try to trip up a cobbler's last glance of my travelling companion. Of grade I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no hazard whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the peck of consistency that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and pleasure to find 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 recognition and a bonding that made me understand in an jiffy that I had found something of time value in this crowded city .