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As usual the line at the just the ticket heel counter was quite foresightful. But today I was not in the drill and jaded mode that had become my normal reaction to this daily event. 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 difference was that, a few feet in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium elevation with a fresh looking facial expression devoid of any trace of moustache or whiskers. He was dressed in a rather squiffy tee shirt that showed a shapely dresser and a flat belly. A clinging pair of jean covered his lower organic structure but unlike many of the other young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the Bodoni font low hip kind that exposed the top of his can but hid the rest of the ass in sagging folds. His dungaree were pulled up to the correct floor at the waist and delineated the shape of his neat back end ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a mean and press bulge from the top of his ramification, not large and heavy, but just of the the right way size of it to cuddle comfortably in soul's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely take my middle off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in gesture. I did my best to keep back anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the like counseling that I was. If this was so then I could at least fiesta my center on a nice consistence for a petty piece. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my office fellow worker had no one to verbalize to or to have any interaction with.

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

When the train eventually pulled in to the program 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 local suburban caravan in Bombay India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a rider is forced to stand in close-fitting propinquity to others. It was quite well-fixed for me to seduce sure as shooting I was standing directly behind the boy as the geartrain started.

The shoving bunch and the choppy gesture of the power train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his bum pressed against my fork. He did not look to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrent on these trains. As the railroad train gathered speed and the motion of the passenger car fell into a habitue beat I could experience my prick harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward-bound sign. In a few moments he started to clench and slacken his butt cheeks and pressed his whole trunk back against me hardening my cock even more that before. It was very clear he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no estimate if he was alighting before me or if his plosive speech sound was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a marriageable dead body and the feelings his saucy hard bum caused by pressing against my unvoiced fellow member. Today's ride was indeed better than all the previous ones. 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 rider on the footboard and clinging on to the grip near the threshold fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to twist and release his cigaret cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my prick would bristle the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended cock. 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 plosive consonant 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 way out without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing human beings and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to watch a lowest glimpse of my travelling companion. Of course I knew in my idea that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be capable to see through the muckle of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and joy 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 smiling I could understand an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me sympathise in an instant that I had found something of value in this crowd together city .