EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the lineage at the ticket replication was quite long. But today I was not in the drill and jaded mood that had become my normal reaction to this daily effect. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride place every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé rite.

Today the departure was that, a few metrical foot in nominal head of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of culture medium height with a fresh looking face devoid of any tracing 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 jeans covered his lower body but unlike many of the early young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the modernistic low hip form that exposed the top of his buns but hid the relaxation of the bottom in sagging folds. His jeans were pulled up to the correct grade at the waistline and delineated the shape of his not bad ass ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact gibbosity from the top of his pegleg, not large and cloggy, but just of the right size of it to nuzzle comfortably in someone's helping hand.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his organic structure moved. The caper of his muscleman beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glimpse and kept hoping that he was going in the Lapplander direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my oculus on a overnice consistence for a little piece. Having been newly posted to this urban center I was still without any admirer or acquaintances, and other than my role workfellow had no one to speak to or to have any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the strawman edge waiting for the next train. I was heedful to position myself closely behind him so I could get into the Lapplander compartment.

When the wagon train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too gruelling 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 wagon train in Mumbai India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stomach in close proximity to others. It was quite easily for me to make for certain 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 tightlipped to each other that I could sense his butt pressed against my genitals. He did not look to be bothered by this ; it was a unwashed happening on these trains. As the train gathered speed and the motion of the carriages fell into a fixture beat I could feel my prick harden a footling.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outbound signal. In a few moments he started to clinch and relax his arse boldness and pressed his hale torso back against me hardening my stopcock even more that before. It was very exonerated 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 nubile body and the intuitive feeling his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my hard member. Today's ride was indeed practiced than all the late single. 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 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 impudence causing me to get so intemperate I thought my prick would abound the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his manus between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended putz. He lightly curled his digit feeling the anatomy and sizing of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long clock time since I had another somebody touch me intimately.

As the railroad train jerked to a stop I realised that my place was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and get to push my way towards the way out. The gang was such that I could only fight back my way to the passing without knowing if the boy had noticed my deviation. When the power 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 platform I turned around to try to catch a last glimpse of my travelling companion. Of row I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of consistency that were between us.

Imagine my surprisal and delight to find that he had also alighted and was standing a few infantry away looking at me. We smiled at each early. And in that smile I could understand an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of value in this crowded city .