EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the line at the ticket riposte was quite tenacious. But today I was not in the bore and jaded mode that had become my normal chemical reaction to this day-to-day event. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride home base every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few feet in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was reduce and of sensitive height with a bracing looking font devoid of any touch of mustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather nasty tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a flat venter. A clinging twosome of blue jean covered his low body but unlike many of the former young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern font low hip variety that exposed the top of his buns but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging folds. His denim were pulled up to the slump level at the waist and delineated the bod of his keen buttocks ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and compact bulge from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in someone's hand.

As we slowly moved forward to the just the ticket counter I could barely contain my optic off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revelation clothes was symmetry in apparent movement. I did my best to hold on 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 feast my centre on a squeamish body for a little patch. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any protagonist or acquaintances, and other than my office workfellow had no one to speak to or to possess any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the front bound waiting for the side by side train. I was careful to position myself faithful behind him so I could get into the same compartment.

When the wagon train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too intemperate 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 train in Mumbai Republic of India, will experience just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in nigh proximity to others. It was quite sluttish for me to make sure as shooting I was standing directly behind the boy as the power train started.

The shoving crowd and the gooselike motions of the wagon train, as it began to impress forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close up to each other that I could sense his seat pressed against my genitals. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a green occurrent on these trains. As the railroad train gathered hurrying and the motion of the carriages fell into a regular speech rhythm I could feel my prick harden a piddling.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward sign. In a few consequence he started to clench and relax his bottom impudence and pressed his unit physical structure back against me hardening my cock even more that before. It was very cleared 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 law of proximity of a nubile physical structure and the feelings his saucy hard bum caused by pressing against my hard 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 caravan 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 deform and release his butt cheeks causing me to get so heavy I thought my peter would collapse 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 of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long prison term since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a stop I realised that my place was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and set about to push my way towards the passing. The crew was such that I could only fight my way to the issue without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the string 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 chopine I turned around to try to enamor a last glimpse of my travelling fellow traveller. Of course I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the deal of dead body that were between us.

Imagine my surprisal and delight to retrieve that he had also alighted and was standing a few fundament away looking at me. We smiled at each early. And in that grinning I could read an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me realise in an blink of an eye that I had found something of value in this push city .