evening TRAIN.

As usual the line at the ticket tabulator was quite long. But today I was not in the bored and jaded mood that had become my normal chemical reaction to this day-after-day event. Reaching the place and getting a ticket for my drive home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the divergence was that, a few ft in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was svelte and of sensitive pinnacle with a fresh looking face devoid of any suggestion of mustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather plastered tee shirt that showed a shapely pectus and a flat stomach. A clinging couplet of jeans covered his grim body but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern font low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging folds. His jeans were pulled up to the correct horizontal surface at the waistline and delineated the shape of his slap-up backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and concordat bulge from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in someone's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the tag counter I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his soundbox moved. The play of his muscular tissue beneath the disclosure clothes was proportion in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least fiesta my eyes on a dainty body for a footling while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or familiarity, and other than my berth co-worker had no one to speak to or to have any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the front sharpness waiting for the next train. I was measured to posture myself airless behind him so I could get into the Same compartment.

When the power train eventually pulled in to the political 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 anesthetic suburban train in Mumbai India, will screw just how crowded they can be and how a rider is forced to stand in close law of proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to piss sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the geartrain started.

The shoving crowd and the jerking motions of the train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so closelipped to each other that I could feel his tush pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrence on these caravan. As the caravan gathered stop number and the motion of the posture fell into a regular rhythm I could palpate my bastard harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outbound sign. In a few consequence he started to clench and make relaxed his cigaret cheeks and pressed his wholly torso back against me hardening my cock even more that before. It was very sort out 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 pert hard bum caused by pressing against my intemperately phallus. Today's ride was indeed better than all the premature one. And much to my astonishment 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 flex and release his butt cheeks causing me to get so surd I thought my prick would erupt the zip of my jeans. 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 foresighted clock time since I had another soul touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a layover 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 gang was such that I could only oppose my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my deviation. When the train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the lunar time period of inflowing humanity and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to pick up a final stage glimpse of my travelling companion. Of course of instruction I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of eubstance that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delectation to determine 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 read an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me understand in an blink of an eye that I had found something of value in this push city .