EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the rail line at the ticket counter was quite long. But today I was not in the bored and jaded mode that had become my pattern reaction to this daily outcome. Reaching the station and getting a slate for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the conflict was that, a few feet in movement of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of metier top with a fresh looking nerve devoid of any trace of moustache or face fungus. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a straight stomach. A clinging pair of jeans covered his lower consistence but unlike many of the other young 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 tail in sagging folds. His jeans were pulled up to the correct level at the waist and delineated the shape of his corking tush ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a bully bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and pack together prominence from the top of his leg, not vauntingly and heavy, but just of the right field size to nestle comfortably in mortal's men.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket tabulator I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his muscle beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in question. I did my proficient to hold back anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same counseling that I was. If this was so then I could at to the lowest degree feast my eyes on a nice torso for a little while. Having been newly posted to this urban center I was still without any friends or acquaintanceship, and other than my office colleagues had no one to speak to or to birth any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his just the ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the forepart edge waiting for the adjacent train. I was careful to placement myself close behind him so I could get into the same compartment.

When the string eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too toilsome 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 train in Bombay India, will know just how crowd they can be and how a passenger is forced to support in closely proximity to others. It was quite well-heeled for me to induce sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the string started.

The shoving crowd and the dopey move of the railroad train, as it began to locomote forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his tail pressed against my genitals. He did not appear to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrence on these geartrain. As the train gathered speed and the move of the perambulator fell into a regular calendar method I could feel my bastard harden a lilliputian.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward sign. In a few here and now he started to clench and relax his seat cheeks and pressed his entirely 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 hitch was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile body and the opinion his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my hard appendage. Today's ride was indeed full than all the previous single. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.

As the train 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 release his fag face causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would break the zip of my jean. Suddenly he slipped his manus between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended shaft. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long time since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a closure I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to labour my way towards the expiration. The crowd was such that I could only agitate my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my exit. When the train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing human race and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to bewitch a lowest glimpse of my travelling fellow traveler. Of row I knew in my thinker 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 surprisal and delight to find that he had also alighted and was standing a few feet away looking at me. We smiled at each former. And in that smiling I could read an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me empathise in an instant that I had found something of note value in this crowded city .