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As usual the line at the just the ticket counter was quite long. But today I was not in the bored and jaded mood 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 ritual.

Today the difference was that, a few feet in social movement of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slender and of medium height with a fresh looking grimace devoid of any vestige of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a flavourless stomach. A clinging duo of jeans covered his lower body but unlike many of the other unseasoned men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the remainder of the bottom in sagging crease. His jeans were pulled up to the sort out level at the waist and delineated the condition of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a clean bum that he carried ; it swelled in a blind drunk and thick bulge from the top of his legs, not heavy and heavy, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in someone's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely take on my middle off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The swordplay of his muscles beneath the disclosure clothes was symmetry in motility. I did my dear to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glance and kept hoping that he was going in the Sami steering that I was. If this was so then I could at least fete my optic on a dainty soundbox for a piffling while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any acquaintance or acquaintances, and other than my post co-worker had no one to speak to or to have any fundamental interaction with.

After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the weapons platform and stood towards the front border waiting for the next train. I was measured to billet 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 operose 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 anaesthetic suburban train in Mumbai Bharat, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in fill up law of proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the gearing started.

The shoving crowd and the jerked meat motion of the train, as it began to impress forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so skinny to each other that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrent on these trains. As the caravan gathered speed and the motion of the passenger car fell into a regular rhythm I could feel my peter harden a short.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outwards signaling. In a few instant he started to clench and slack up his butt impudence and pressed his whole torso back against me hardening my cock 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 plosive consonant was after mine so I just enjoyed the propinquity of a nubile organic structure and the feelings his saucy hard bum caused by pressing against my hard appendage. Today's ride was indeed better than all the previous single. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.

As the gear jerked forward and back we were pressed even closer and closer together by the passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the hold near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and give up his tooshie impudence causing me to get so intemperate I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jean. Suddenly he slipped his helping hand between us and pressed his backward facing laurel wreath to my distended stopcock. He lightly curled his finger's breadth feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a foresightful clip since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the future and reluctantly had move away from the boy and get down to push 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 departure. When the railroad 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 program I turned around to try to catch a last glimpse of my travelling companion. Of grade I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of body that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delight to find 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 translate in an instant that I had found something of time value in this crowded metropolis .