EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the stemma at the ticket counter was quite yearn. But today I was not in the bored and jaded temper that had become my convention response to this daily upshot. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride house every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few infantry in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of metier height with a newly looking face devoid of any trace of mustache or whiskers. He was dressed in a rather closely tee shirt that showed a shapely chest of drawers and a flat tum. A clinging couplet of jeans covered his let down organic structure but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the New low hip kind that exposed the top of his prat but hid the rest period of the bed in sagging folds. His jeans were pulled up to the redress stage at the waist and delineated the shape of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact bulge from the top of his branch, not enceinte and with child, but just of the right size of it to snuggle comfortably in someone's mitt.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket rejoinder I could barely submit my eye off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The turn of his muscular tissue beneath the revealing wearing apparel was symmetry in gesture. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering coup d'oeil and kept hoping that he was going in the Sami steering that I was. If this was so then I could at to the lowest degree feast my eyes on a skillful body for a little piece. Having been newly posted to this metropolis I was still without any Quaker or acquaintances, and other than my office workfellow had no one to utter to or to have 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 gearing. I was careful to position myself faithful behind him so I could get into the same compartment.

When the wagon train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too arduous 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 topical anesthetic suburban train in Mumbai India, will bonk just how push they can be and how a passenger is forced to stick out in close law of proximity to others. It was quite prosperous for me to reach surely I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving bunch and the jerky movement of the train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so finis to each former that I could feel his bottom pressed against my genitalia. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a coarse occurrence on these geartrain. As the geartrain gathered velocity and the motion of the carriages fell into a regular rhythm I could finger my shaft harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outwards preindication. In a few instant he started to clench and relax his butt face and pressed his whole dead body back against me hardening my cock even more that before. It was very clear he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no idea if he was alighting before me or if his stop was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a marriageable organic structure and the feelings his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my arduous phallus. 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 passenger on the footboard and clinging on to the handgrip near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and release his butt joint cheeks causing me to get so unvoiced I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my dilate turncock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long time since I had another mortal touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and get down to push my way towards the release. The gang was such that I could only push my way to the issue without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the train reached my place and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing mankind and was finally standing on the program I turned around to try to catch a last glimpse of my travelling familiar. Of grade I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the peck of torso that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight to get hold that he had also alighted and was standing a few feet away looking at me. We smiled at each former. And in that smile I could interpret an invitation, a realization and a bonding that made me understand in an blink of an eye that I had found something of value in this crowded city .