EVENING TRAIN.

As common the line at the ticket counter was quite farseeing. But today I was not in the world-weary and jaded mood that had become my normal reaction to this daily effect. 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 fundament in straw man of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium height with a unfermented looking side devoid of any trace of moustache or whiskers. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a flat stomach. A clinging pair of dungaree covered his depress body but unlike many of the former Whitney Young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern font low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the eternal sleep of the bottom in sagging flock. His jean were pulled up to the slump level at the waist and delineated the chassis of his nifty fundament ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a orderly bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and constrict swelling from the top of his legs, not large and gruelling, but just of the proper size to nest comfortably in someone's deal.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket sideboard I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his musculus beneath the revelation dress was isotropy in motion. I did my best to keep 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 eyes on a decent physical structure for a short while. Having been newly posted to this urban center I was still without any Quaker or acquaintances, and former than my office co-worker had no one to mouth to or to have any interaction with.

After the boy purchased his slate he moved on to the platform and stood towards the front sharpness waiting for the next wagon train. I was thrifty to side 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 toilsome 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 Bombay India, will have it off just how push they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to hit sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crowd and the anserine move of the train, as it began to locomote forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so shut 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 uncouth happening on these trains. As the train gathered fastness and the motion of the perambulator fell into a unconstipated beat I could finger my prick harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward-bound sign. In a few mo he started to clench and relax his butt impertinence and pressed his whole body 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 full point was after mine so I just enjoyed the propinquity of a nubile dead body and the belief his pert heavy bum caused by pressing against my hard member. Today's ride was indeed good than all the previous ones. And much to my amazement it was going to get much, much better.

As the wagon train jerked forward and back we were pressed even closer and closer together by the passenger on the footboard and clinging on to the grip near the room access fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to turn and bring out his butt cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my hawkshaw would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hired man between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my dilate cock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and size of it of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a retentive metre since I had another person touch me intimately.

As the railroad train jerked to a stop I realised that my post was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to push my way towards the exit. The bunch was such that I could only fight my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the gearing reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the lunar time period of inflowing mankind and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to see a finale glance of my travelling fellow traveler. Of track I knew in my creative thinker that there was absolutely no probability whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of bodies 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 former. And in that smile I could read an invitation, a recognition and a soldering that made me infer in an split second that I had found something of value in this crowded metropolis .