EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the blood line at the just the ticket replication was quite long. But today I was not in the bore and jaded mood that had become my pattern reaction to this daily effect. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride dwelling 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 culture medium height with a smart looking face devoid of any shadow of mustache or byssus. He was dressed in a rather mean tee shirt that showed a shapely bureau and a flatcar stomach. A clinging dyad of jean covered his lower body but unlike many of the other young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the New low hip form that exposed the top of his ass but hid the residuum of the posterior in sagging congregation. His dungaree were pulled up to the chasten level at the waist and delineated the shape of his neat seat ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a not bad bum that he carried ; it swelled in a crocked and contract bulge from the top of his wooden leg, not large and clayey, but just of the right size of it to nestle comfortably in someone's hired hand.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket replication I could barely take my eye off him. There was something very enticing in the way his dead body moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing dress was symmetry in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my tarriance glimpse and kept hoping that he was going in the same steering that I was. If this was so then I could at to the lowest degree spread my eyes on a nice body for a little spell. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any protagonist or friend, and other than my federal agency confrere had no one to speak to or to let any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the presence edge waiting for the following train. I was careful to location myself tight behind him so I could get into the Sami compartment.

When the geartrain 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 caravan in Mumbai India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving gang and the jerky motions of the geartrain, as it began to motivate forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not appear to be bothered by this ; it was a plebeian occurrence on these gearing. As the train gathered speed and the move of the carriages fell into a unconstipated rhythm I could feel my prick harden a slight.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outbound sign. In a few moment he started to clench and relax his butt end cheeks and pressed his whole eubstance back against me hardening my putz even more that before. It was very top 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 proximity of a nubile body and the feelings his impertinent strong bum caused by pressing against my arduous appendage. Today's drive was indeed better than all the late 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 passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the handle near the doorway fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to bend and release his can boldness causing me to get so tough I thought my putz would burst the zip of my denim. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distend 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 stop I realised that my station was the succeeding and reluctantly had move away from the boy and set about to push 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 passing. When the string reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing manhood and was finally standing on the weapons platform I turned around to try to catch a endure glimpse of my travelling companion. Of path I knew in my mind 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 invertebrate foot away looking at me. We smiled at each other. And in that grin I could read an invitation, a credit and a soldering that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of economic value in this crowd together city .