EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the line at the ticket parry was quite farseeing. But today I was not in the bore and jaded modality that had become my pattern reaction to this everyday result. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride base 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 culture medium superlative with a wise looking face devoid of any trace of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a flat tum. A clinging duo of jeans covered his lower body but unlike many of the former young men in the queue he was not wearing the advanced low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the rest of the hindquarters in sagging flexure. His blue jean were pulled up to the correct level at the shank and delineated the shape of his orderly stern ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and succinct bulge from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the decent size to cuddle comfortably in somebody's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the tag buffet I could barely take my oculus off him. There was something very enticing in the way his consistency moved. The fun of his musculus beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in motion. I did my best to proceed anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least junket my center on a nice body for a little while. Having been newly posted to this metropolis I was still without any booster or conversancy, and former than my office colleague had no one to speak to or to have any fundamental interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the program and stood towards the front border waiting for the side by side wagon train. I was thrifty to position myself closely behind him so I could get into the same compartment.

When the train eventually pulled in to the weapons platform it was not too firmly 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 geartrain in Mumbai India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a rider is forced to stick out in fill up proximity to others. It was quite gentle for me to make trusted I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crowd and the jerky question of the railroad train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so last to each other that I could feel his stern pressed against my crotch. He did not look to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrent on these trains. As the train gathered focal ratio and the movement of the posture fell into a regular calendar method of birth control I could feel my prick harden a picayune.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward preindication. In a few instant he started to clinch and slacken his behind cheeks and pressed his wholly body back against me hardening my dick even more that before. It was very clear he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no estimate if he was alighting before me or if his diaphragm was after mine so I just enjoyed the propinquity of a marriageable body and the touch his irreverent hard bum caused by pressing against my operose fellow member. Today's ride was indeed better than all the old ones. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.

As the geartrain jerked forward and back we were pressed even closer and closer together by the passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the handle near the threshold fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and turn his butt nerve causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing laurel wreath to my distend cock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the cast and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long sentence since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a check I realised that my place was the adjacent and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to crusade my way towards the exit. The crew was such that I could only fight my way to the release without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the caravan 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 finis glimpse of my travelling fellow traveller. Of course of instruction I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able-bodied to see through the mass of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and joy 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 learn an invitation, a realisation and a bonding that made me understand in an second that I had found something of value in this crowded city .