even TRAIN.

As common the line at the ticket sideboard was quite long. But today I was not in the drill and jaded mood that had become my convention reaction to this daily event. Reaching the post and getting a ticket for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few fundament in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium height with a fresh looking face devoid of any tracing of mustache or whiskers. He was dressed in a rather blotto tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a flat stomach. A clinging twosome of jeans covered his lower berth organic structure but unlike many of the early vernal men in the queue 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 bend. His blue jean were pulled up to the correct level at the waistline and delineated the condition of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly visible. 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 correct size to nestle comfortably in person's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the tag parry I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his consistency moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in apparent movement. I did my unspoilt to observe anyone from noticing my tarriance glances 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 oculus on a nice body for a short while. Having been newly posted to this urban center I was still without any friend or conversance, and early than my office colleague had no one to speak to or to get 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 adjacent train. I was careful to position myself close behind him so I could get into the same compartment.

When the gear eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too knockout 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 wagon train in Bombay India, will recognise just how crowd together they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to construct sure enough I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crowd and the choppy motion of the train, as it began to actuate forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so confining to each other that I could feel his seat pressed against my crotch. He did not appear to be bothered by this ; it was a commons occurrence on these trains. As the train gathered speed and the motility of the carriages fell into a regular rhythm I could feel my incision harden a niggling.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward sign. In a few moments he started to clench and relax his butt joint cheeks and pressed his completely 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 nubile body and the feelings his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my hard phallus. Today's drive was indeed sound than all the previous single. And much to my amazement it was going to get much, much better.

As the string jerked forward and back we were pressed even closer and closer together by the passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the handles near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and publish his buttocks cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would collapse the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing thenar to my dilate cock. He lightly curled his finger feeling the build and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a recollective time since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the wagon train jerked to a stop I realised that my place was the future and reluctantly had move away from the boy and lead off to push my way towards the exit. The crowd was such that I could only contend my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the power train reached my post and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing manhood and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to arrest a last glimpse of my travelling companion. Of course I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no opportunity whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of physical structure that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and joy to find that he had also alighted and was standing a few human foot away looking at me. We smiled at each early. And in that smile I could translate an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of value in this crowd together city .