eventide TRAIN.

As usual the strain at the ticket parry was quite foresightful. But today I was not in the bored and jaded mood that had become my normal response to this daily event. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my drive home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few understructure in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium tiptop with a fresh looking face devoid of any hint of moustache or whiskers. He was dressed in a rather fast tee shirt that showed a shapely breast and a flat breadbasket. A clinging span of jeans covered his lower body but unlike many of the early young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the modern low hip variety that exposed the top of his buns but hid the relief of the rear in sagging folds. His jeans were pulled up to the correct level at the shank and delineated the shape of his refined tooshie ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact bulge from the top of his legs, not boastfully and toilsome, but just of the flop size to nestle comfortably in someone's manus.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely take on my centre off him. There was something very enticing in the way his dead body moved. The period of play of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was balance in move. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same counselling that I was. If this was so then I could at to the lowest degree feast my eyes on a nice body for a piddling patch. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my part confrere had no one to speak to or to give any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the presence sharpness waiting for the next power train. I was careful to attitude myself closing curtain behind him so I could get into the Lapp compartment.

When the 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 railroad train in Mumbai Republic of India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite wanton 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 train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a park natural event on these caravan. As the train gathered speed and the motion of the carriages fell into a regular rhythm I could feel my tool harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward star sign. In a few second he started to clench and unstrain his butt cheeks and pressed his whole consistence back against me hardening my prick even more that before. It was very clear he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no approximation if he was alighting before me or if his plosive speech sound was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a marriageable body and the smell his pert operose bum caused by pressing against my hard phallus. Today's ride was indeed adept than all the late ones. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.

As the wagon 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 deform and turn his stern cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would split the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my dilate hammer. He lightly curled his fingerbreadth feeling the shape and sizing 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 gearing jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and start out to push my way towards the exit. The bunch was such that I could only fight back 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 world and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to catch a last glimpse of my travelling companion. Of trend I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of physical structure that were between us.

Imagine my surprisal and delight 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 take an invitation, a realization and a bonding that made me empathise in an instant that I had found something of value in this crowded city .