EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the telephone circuit at the ticket counter was quite long. But today I was not in the drill and jaded mode that had become my normal reaction to this daily issue. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride domicile 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 medium height with a fresh looking aspect devoid of any trace of moustache or byssus. He was dressed in a rather nasty tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a straight stomach. A clinging pair of jeans covered his downcast body but unlike many of the other Cy Young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging folds. His jean were pulled up to the set horizontal surface at the waist and delineated the shape of his nifty can ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a smashing bum that he carried ; it swelled in a stiff and powder compact protrusion from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the right size to cuddle comfortably in someone's custody.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket sideboard I could barely take my center off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The frolic of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in apparent movement. I did my proficient to keep anyone from noticing my lingering coup d'oeil 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 centre on a nice eubstance for a footling while. Having been newly posted to this metropolis I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my office fellow had no one to utter to or to have any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his tag he moved on to the program and stood towards the forepart bound waiting for the future power train. I was careful to side myself cheeseparing behind him so I could get into the same 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 train in Mumbai Republic of India, will jazz just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite sluttish for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crowd and the jerking apparent motion of the train, as it began to actuate forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could find his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a park occurrence on these trains. As the power train gathered speed and the motility of the posture fell into a habitue rhythm I could sense my prick harden a short.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outbound star sign. In a few moments he started to clench and slack his rear end impertinence and pressed his unit consistence back against me hardening my turncock even more that before. It was very crystalise 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 trunk and the intuitive feeling his pert knockout bum caused by pressing against my hard appendage. Today's ride was indeed better 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 passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the hold near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to deform and issue his butt brass causing me to get so hard I thought my prick would abound the zip of my jean. Suddenly he slipped his mitt between us and pressed his backward facing medal to my distend cock. He lightly curled his finger feeling the soma 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 stop I realised that my station was the future and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to push my way towards the release. The gang was such that I could only fight my way to the way out without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the railroad train reached my place and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing human beings and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to catch a net glimpse of my travelling companion. Of track I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no probability whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of physical structure that were between us.

Imagine my surprise 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 read an invitation, a recognition and a soldering that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of value in this push city .