evening TRAIN.

As usual the railway line at the ticket counter was quite long. But today I was not in the drill and jaded humour that had become my normal reaction to this daily event. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride menage every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the remainder was that, a few metrical foot in social movement of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of sensitive acme with a fresh looking face devoid of any trace of moustache or whiskers. He was dressed in a rather sloshed tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a flat stomach. A clinging duad of jean covered his miserable body but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip sort that exposed the top of his hind end but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging folds. His jeans were pulled up to the even off level at the waist and delineated the shape of his corking behind ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a soused and compact excrescence from the top of his legs, not large and grievous, but just of the right size of it to nestle comfortably in soul's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket heel counter I could barely take my oculus off him. There was something very enticing in the way his physical structure moved. The play of his muscleman beneath the revelation wearing apparel was symmetry in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glance 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 eyes on a overnice torso for a little while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my office colleagues had no one to verbalise to or to sustain any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his tag he moved on to the program and stood towards the presence edge waiting for the next geartrain. I was careful to position myself finish behind him so I could get into the Lapplander 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 anesthetic suburban railroad train in Mumbai India, will know just how crowd they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make certainly I was standing directly behind the boy as the string started.

The shoving crowd and the jerk gesture of the train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each early that I could feel his ass pressed against my genitalia. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a mutual occurrence on these geartrain. As the geartrain gathered speed and the gesture of the coach fell into a regular beat I could experience my motherfucker harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward foretoken. In a few consequence he started to clench and relax his buns cheeks and pressed his whole body back against me hardening my cock even more that before. It was very acquit 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 backbreaking bum caused by pressing against my intemperately member. Today's ride was indeed better than all the previous 1. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.

As the railroad train jerked forward and back we were pressed even closer and closer together by the passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the handgrip near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and release his fanny brass causing me to get so hard I thought my shaft would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hired hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distend putz. He lightly curled his digit feeling the human body and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a longsighted metre since I had another somebody touch me intimately.

As the gear jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the succeeding and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to bear on my way towards the exit. The crowd was such that I could only contend my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my leaving. When the train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing humanity and was finally standing on the weapons platform I turned around to try to hitch a last glimpse of my travelling companion. Of course I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the slew of dead body that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight to find that he had also alighted and was standing a few foot away looking at me. We smiled at each other. And in that smile I could read an invitation, a realisation and a bonding that made me read in an blink of an eye that I had found something of economic value in this crowded city .