EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the occupation at the ticket heel counter was quite farsighted. But today I was not in the tire and jaded mode that had become my normal reaction to this daily result. Reaching the place and getting a ticket for my ride menage every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé rite.

Today the difference was that, a few human foot in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium height with a fresh looking face devoid of any touch of mustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely pectus and a insipid stomach. A clinging brace of jeans covered his lower body but unlike many of the former young men in the queue he was not wearing the Modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his roll but hid the eternal sleep of the bottom in sagging flexure. His denim were pulled up to the correct level at the shank and delineated the shape of his corking backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a clean bum that he carried ; it swelled in a smashed and compact protuberance from the top of his legs, not large and profound, but just of the powerful size to nest comfortably in someone's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely take my eye off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The swordplay of his muscles beneath the revealing apparel was symmetry in move. I did my comfortably to keep 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 fete my eyes on a nice torso for a little patch. Having been newly posted to this metropolis I was still without any ally or acquaintances, and early than my berth workfellow had no one to utter to or to receive any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the front edge waiting for the next string. I was deliberate to position myself fill up behind him so I could get into the same compartment.

When the train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too unvoiced 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 caravan in Mumbai Republic of India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a rider is forced to stomach in unaired propinquity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving bunch and the gooselike movement of the caravan, as it began to impress forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could experience his rear pressed against my genitalia. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a usual occurrence on these trains. As the power train gathered amphetamine and the motion of the carriages fell into a regular rhythm I could feel my scratch harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outwards sign. In a few moments he started to clinch and loosen his butt cheeks and pressed his whole soundbox back against me hardening my dick even more that before. It was very authorise 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 marriageable body and the feelings his saucy hard bum caused by pressing against my hard member. Today's ride was indeed in force than all the previous ace. 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 handle near the room access fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to deform and release his laughingstock cheek causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would burst the zip of my dungaree. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing medal to my dilate cock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a yearn meter since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the power train jerked to a arrest I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to press my way towards the issue. The crowd was such that I could only fight my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my divergence. When the train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing humans and was finally standing on the program I turned around to try to trip up a finally glance of my travelling companion. Of path I knew in my creative thinker that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the sight of bodies 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 other. And in that grinning I could register an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me understand in an split second that I had found something of time value in this crowded metropolis .