EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the railway line at the ticket buffet was quite long. But today I was not in the bored and jaded modality that had become my normal reaction to this daily event. 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 feet in presence of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim down and of medium meridian with a fresh looking face devoid of any trace of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather nasty tee shirt that showed a shapely chest of drawers and a flat stomach. A clinging brace of jean covered his lower body but unlike many of the other young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his roll but hid the rest of the underside in sagging crimp. His blue jean were pulled up to the redress level at the waist and delineated the form of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact swelling from the top of his legs, not large and big, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in someone's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the slate comeback I could barely take my optic off him. There was something very enticing in the way his organic structure moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revelation apparel was symmetry in motility. I did my ripe to save anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the Lapplander direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least feed my eyes on a overnice dead body for a picayune while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and early than my role confrere had no one to mouth to or to have any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the battlefront sharpness waiting for the next wagon train. I was careful to berth myself close behind him so I could get into the Lapplander compartment.

When the geartrain 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 topical anaesthetic suburban caravan in Mumbai India, will know just how crowd together they can be and how a passenger is forced to suffer in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving gang and the foolish gesture of the gearing, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his rear end pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a unwashed occurrence on these geartrain. As the gear gathered velocity and the motion of the carriages fell into a even rhythm I could feel my SOB harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outwards sign. In a few moments he started to clench and relax his can cheeks and pressed his solid organic structure back against me hardening my tool even more that before. It was very assoil 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 propinquity of a nubile body and the intuitive feeling his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my hard member. Today's ride was indeed salutary than all the premature ones. 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 passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the hold near the doorway fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and relinquish his butt impudence causing me to get so unvoiced I thought my dick would bristle the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended tool. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the contour and size of it of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a longsighted clock time since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the succeeding and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to advertize my way towards the exit. The crowd was such that I could only campaign my way to the going without knowing if the boy had noticed my going. When the railroad train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing humanness and was finally standing on the political platform I turned around to try to catch a net coup d'oeil of my travelling comrade. Of course I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the Mass of torso that were between us.

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