EVENING TRAIN.

As common the line of work at the ticket counter was quite long. But today I was not in the bore and jaded humor that had become my normal reaction to this daily event. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé rite.

Today the difference was that, a few feet in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium tallness with a novel looking expression devoid of any trace of moustache or face fungus. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a insipid stomach. A clinging couplet of jeans covered his downcast physical structure but unlike many of the other Thomas Young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his posterior but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging sheep pen. His dungaree were pulled up to the chastise storey at the waist and delineated the shape of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a pie-eyed and compact bulge from the top of his ramification, not heavy and heavy, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in someone's helping hand.

As we slowly moved forward to the slate counter I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his heftiness beneath the disclosure wearing apparel was symmetry in motion. I did my best to go along anyone from noticing my lingering glance and kept hoping that he was going in the same direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my eyes on a nice body for a small spell. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my billet colleague had no one to speak to or to receive any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the front edge waiting for the next geartrain. I was thrifty to office 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 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 railroad train in Mumbai India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to fend in close proximity to others. It was quite soft for me to make believe sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crew and the jerky question of the train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his cheek pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrent on these trains. As the train gathered speed and the motion of the pram fell into a regular calendar method of birth control I could finger my incision harden a slight.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward sign. In a few moments he started to clench and relax his can cheeks and pressed his entirely body back against me hardening my shaft even more that before. It was very well-defined he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no thought if he was alighting before me or if his stop was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a marriageable dead body and the opinion his pert firmly bum caused by pressing against my hard fellow member. Today's ride was indeed better than all the previous ones. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.

As the string 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 threshold fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and expel his butt impertinence causing me to get so firmly I thought my putz would break open the zip of my denim. Suddenly he slipped his helping hand between us and pressed his backward facing decoration to my distend pecker. He lightly curled his digit 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 railroad train jerked to a stay I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to advertize my way towards the exit. The bunch was such that I could only fight 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 humans and was finally standing on the program I turned around to try to enchant a cobbler's last glimpse of my travelling comrade. Of line I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of consistency that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight to happen that he had also alighted and was standing a few feet away looking at me. We smiled at each early. And in that smile I could read an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me empathise in an instant that I had found something of value in this crowded city .