13 ] Evening Train
Gay, Interracial, Mature, Youngeve TRAIN.
As usual the blood line at the ticket counter was quite farsighted. But today I was not in the blase and jaded mood that had become my rule reaction to this day-by-day event. Reaching the place and getting a ticket for my drive house every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé rite.
Today the difference was that, a few invertebrate foot in movement of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium tiptop with a sweet looking face devoid of any tincture of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest of drawers and a matte stomach. A clinging couple of blue jean covered his lower dead body but unlike many of the other immature men in the queue he was not wearing the innovative low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the residuum of the bottom in sagging folds. His jeans were pulled up to the correct level at the shank and delineated the contour of his orderly bottom ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact prominence from the top of his peg, not large and impenetrable, but just of the right size of it to nest comfortably in person's manpower.
As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely read my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his physical structure moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing dress was symmetry in apparent motion. I did my best to continue anyone from noticing my tarriance glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same direction that I was. If this was so then I could at to the lowest degree feast my eyes on a nice consistency for a picayune while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or conversancy, and early than my office colleagues had no one to verbalise to or to have any interaction with.
After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the front bound waiting for the adjacent railroad train. I was careful to location myself close behind him so I could get into the same compartment.
When the train 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 local anesthetic suburban train in Mumbai India, will know just how push they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easygoing for me to make indisputable I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.
The shoving crowd and the jerky gesture of the train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so airless to each other that I could experience his tush pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrence on these trains. As the train gathered speed and the motion of the carriages fell into a regular rhythm method I could finger my son of a bitch harden a little.
He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outbound sign. In a few moments he started to clinch and relax his butt cheek and pressed his unanimous soundbox back against me hardening my putz 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 stop was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile physical structure and the feelings his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my knockout member. Today's ride was indeed well than all the previous 1. 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 passenger on the footboard and clinging on to the handle near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to deform and release his butt cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my gumshoe would burst the zip of my denim. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing medal to my distend peter. He lightly curled his finger's breadth feeling the shape and sizing of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long clip since I had another person touch me intimately.
As the train jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to labour my way towards the exit. The gang was such that I could only push my way to the departure 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 program I turned around to try to captivate a last glimpse of my travelling fellow traveler. Of form I knew in my thinker that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the Mass of soundbox that were between us.
Imagine my surprise and delight to determine that he had also alighted and was standing a few foot away looking at me. We smiled at each former. And in that smile I could scan an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me understand in an trice that I had found something of time value in this crowd city .