13 ] Even Train


Gay, Interracial, Mature, Young
evening TRAIN.

As usual the line at the tag rejoinder was quite yearn. But today I was not in the world-weary and jaded mood that had become my pattern reaction to this daily event. Reaching the place and getting a just the ticket for my ride house every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few feet in battlefront of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of metier height with a fresh looking facial expression devoid of any trace of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather miserly tee shirt that showed a shapely breast and a flat tummy. A clinging pair of blue jean covered his low-toned consistency but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip variety that exposed the top of his prat but hid the rest of the tush in sagging folds. His dungaree were pulled up to the correct level at the waist and delineated the shape of his neat posterior ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact bulge from the top of his leg, not large and great, but just of the correct size of it to nuzzle comfortably in person's script.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely take my heart off him. There was something very enticing in the way his torso moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revelation apparel was symmetry in movement. I did my proficient to hold anyone from noticing my tarriance glimpse and kept hoping that he was going in the same guidance that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my center on a nice organic structure for a little while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my office co-worker had no one to address to or to consume any fundamental interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the chopine and stood towards the strawman bound waiting for the next train. I was careful to position myself close behind him so I could get into the Saami compartment.

When the train eventually pulled in to the platform 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 string in Mumbai India, will love just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to brook in closelipped law of proximity to others. It was quite well-heeled for me to constitute sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crowd and the jerked meat motions of the power train, as it began to actuate forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each former that I could palpate his posterior pressed against my genitals. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrence on these gear. As the train gathered speed and the motion of the carriages fell into a steady rhythm I could experience my scratch harden a trivial.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outbound sign. In a few moments he started to clench and relax his cigarette nerve and pressed his whole body back against me hardening my prick even more that before. It was very elucidate he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no idea if he was alighting before me or if his stop consonant was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile soundbox and the feelings his impertinent unvoiced bum caused by pressing against my hard member. Today's ride was indeed better than all the previous ones. And much to my amazement it was going to get much, much better.

As the power 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 room access fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to turn and put out his hindquarters buttock causing me to get so hard I thought my shaft would burst the zip of my blue jean. Suddenly he slipped his deal between us and pressed his backward facing ribbon to my distended prick. He lightly curled his digit feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long fourth dimension 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 get 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 post and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing man and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to catch a last glimpse of my travelling familiar. Of course of action I knew in my head that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able-bodied to see through the mass of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and pleasure to rule 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 translate an invitation, a recognition and a soldering that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of economic value in this push city .
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