13 ] Even Train


Gay, Interracial, Mature, Young
EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the line at the ticket sideboard was quite long. But today I was not in the tire and jaded humour that had become my normal response to this daily event. Reaching the station and getting a tag for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé rite.

Today the dispute was that, a few feet in figurehead of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium height with a refreshed looking typeface devoid of any trace of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a flat stomach. A clinging pair of denim covered his blue physical structure but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the Modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the sleep of the prat in sagging crimp. His jeans were pulled up to the right floor at the waist and delineated the shape of his orderly backside ensuring it was clearly seeable. And it was a bang-up bum that he carried ; it swelled in a sozzled and thickset bulge from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the right sizing to nestle comfortably in someone's men.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely occupy my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his muscular tissue beneath the revelation clothes was symmetry in apparent movement. I did my ripe to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glance and kept hoping that he was going in the Saami steering that I was. If this was so then I could at least spread my eye on a nice body for a slight while. Having been newly posted to this urban center I was still without any friends or conversance, and former than my power colleagues had no one to speak to or to hold any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the program and stood towards the front boundary waiting for the succeeding train. I was thrifty to position myself close 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 gearing in Mumbai India, will bed just how herd they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in penny-pinching law of proximity to others. It was quite easily for me to produce sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving bunch and the arrhythmic motility of the railroad train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so finish to each former that I could feel his posterior pressed against my private parts. He did not look to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrence on these geartrain. As the train gathered speed and the motion of the pusher fell into a regular rhythm I could feel my prick harden a niggling.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward-bound sign of the zodiac. In a few moments he started to clench and relax his butt cheeks and pressed his whole soundbox back against me hardening my hammer even more that before. It was very clear he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no idea if he was alighting before me or if his full point was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile body and the feelings his saucy grueling bum caused by pressing against my hard member. Today's ride was indeed better than all the old 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 handles near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and resign his butt cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my prick would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his manus between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended tool. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long meter since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the side by side and reluctantly had move away from the boy and set out to tug my way towards the exit. The crew was such that I could only fight my way to the expiration without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the wagon train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the lunar time period of inflowing humanness and was finally standing on the chopine I turned around to try to enchant a finish glimpse of my travelling companion. Of row I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no fortune whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight to come up that he had also alighted and was standing a few infantry away looking at me. We smiled at each early. And in that grin I could show an invitation, a recognition and a soldering that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of note value in this crowded urban center .
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