13 ] Evening Gearing


Gay, Interracial, Mature, Young
EVENING TRAIN.

As common the bank line at the slate counter was quite long. But today I was not in the bored and jaded mood that had become my convention reaction to this day by day effect. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the divergence was that, a few invertebrate foot in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium stature with a fresh looking face devoid of any trace of moustache or byssus. He was dressed in a rather blind drunk tee shirt that showed a shapely chest of drawers and a flat tum. A clinging pair of jeans covered his glower physical structure but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip form that exposed the top of his buns but hid the relaxation of the bottom in sagging sheepcote. His dungaree were pulled up to the decline level at the waist and delineated the pattern of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a peachy bum that he carried ; it swelled in a loaded and summary gibbousness from the top of his ramification, not bombastic and ponderous, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in someone's helping hand.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely choose my center off him. There was something very enticing in the way his eubstance moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glance and kept hoping that he was going in the Saame management that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my eyes on a nice torso for a little while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintanceship, and other than my office fellow worker had no one to verbalise to or to take any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his tag he moved on to the political program and stood towards the front edge waiting for the next train. I was careful to place myself close behind him so I could get into the Sami compartment.

When the train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too difficult 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 anesthetic suburban railroad train in Mumbai India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close law of proximity to others. It was quite easily for me to take for sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crew and the arrhythmic apparent motion of the train, as it began to be active forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so secretive to each early that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a park happening on these gearing. As the train gathered focal ratio and the motion of the stroller fell into a regular rhythm I could palpate my bastard harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outwards signboard. In a few second he started to clench and unlax his butt cheeks and pressed his whole torso back against me hardening my turncock even more that before. It was very cleared he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no musical theme if he was alighting before me or if his diaphragm was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a marriageable body and the feelings his impertinent hard bum caused by pressing against my hard extremity. Today's ride was indeed advantageously than all the previous I. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.

As the gear 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 bend and resign his backside nerve causing me to get so unvoiced I thought my peter would collapse the zip of my blue jean. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my dilate dick. He lightly curled his finger feeling the shape and size of it of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a recollective time since I had another individual 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 push my way towards the exit. The crowd was such that I could only fight my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my release. When the train reached my station 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 catch up with a end glimpse of my travelling fellow traveller. 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 bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight 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 read an invitation, a identification and a bonding that made me realise in an New York minute that I had found something of value in this crowd metropolis .
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