EVENING TRAIN.

As usual the line at the ticket counter was quite recollective. But today I was not in the bore and jaded mood that had become my pattern chemical reaction to this day-by-day event. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride domicile every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé rite.

Today the dispute was that, a few feet in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slender and of medium height with a fresh looking face devoid of any trace of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather fuddled tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a straight belly. A clinging couplet of jeans covered his lowly body but unlike many of the early young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the rest of the fanny in sagging flock. His jeans were pulled up to the correct stratum at the waist and delineated the anatomy of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a slap-up bum that he carried ; it swelled in a blotto and compact bulge from the top of his legs, not large and lowering, but just of the right sizing to nestle comfortably in someone's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely direct my middle off him. There was something very enticing in the way his dead body moved. The looseness of his muscles beneath the revealing wearing apparel was isotropy in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my tarriance glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same management that I was. If this was so then I could at to the lowest degree feast my oculus on a nice body for a piddling spell. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any acquaintance or familiarity, and other than my office fellow had no one to speak to or to make any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his tag he moved on to the political platform and stood towards the front edge waiting for the next train. I was deliberate to position myself nigh behind him so I could get into the Same compartment.

When the railroad train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too arduous 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 string in Mumbai India, will have intercourse just how crowded they can be and how a rider is forced to stand in nigh proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving gang and the jerky apparent movement of the train, as it began to impress forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could finger his prat pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrence on these railroad train. As the train gathered speeding and the motion of the carriages fell into a regular cycle I could feel my slit harden a lilliputian.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward-bound planetary house. In a few moments he started to clench and unlax his stub cheeks and pressed his whole organic structure back against me hardening my rooster even more that before. It was very crystallise he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no estimate if he was alighting before me or if his layover was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile body and the tactual sensation his pert intemperate bum caused by pressing against my heavy member. Today's ride was indeed beneficial than all the previous 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 passenger on the footboard and clinging on to the handle near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and free his butt cheek causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his helping hand between us and pressed his backward facing medallion to my distended cock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the condition and sizing of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long metre since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the train jerked to a stay I realised that my station was the succeeding and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to push my way towards the departure. The crowd was such that I could only fight my way to the going 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 humanity and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to capture a last glance of my travelling fellow. Of course I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no opportunity whatsoever that I would actually be able-bodied to see through the wad of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprise and delectation to incur that he had also alighted and was standing a few groundwork away looking at me. We smiled at each other. And in that grinning I could read an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me sympathise in an second that I had found something of value in this crowded metropolis .