EVENING TRAIN.

As common the contrast at the ticket counter was quite long. But today I was not in the bored and jaded mood that had become my convention reaction to this everyday outcome. 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 battlefront of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium stature with a bracing looking font 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 breadbasket. A clinging dyad of jeans covered his let down body but unlike many of the former young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging sheepfold. His blue jean were pulled up to the correct spirit level at the waistline and delineated the shape of his keen backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a nifty bum that he carried ; it swelled in a rigorous and bundle bulge from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in somebody's hands.

As we slowly moved forward to the slate counter I could barely select my oculus off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in motion. I did my beneficial to keep open anyone from noticing my lingering glance 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 nice body for a minuscule while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or conversancy, and other than my agency workfellow had no one to speak to or to give any interaction with.

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

When the geartrain eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too gruelling 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 know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to digest in stuffy proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to lay down certain I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crowd and the jerky motions of the wagon train, as it began to strike forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his bum pressed against my crotch. He did not appear to be bothered by this ; it was a common occurrence on these trains. As the wagon train gathered speed and the motion of the baby carriage fell into a regular musical rhythm I could find my cock harden a short.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward sign. In a few here and now he started to clench and loose his butt cheeks and pressed his totally body back against me hardening my dick even more that before. It was very sack he was also enjoying the sensations.

I had no estimation if he was alighting before me or if his point was after mine so I just enjoyed the propinquity of a marriageable body and the feelings his pert unvoiced bum caused by pressing against my intemperately phallus. Today's drive was indeed better than all the former single. 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 handle near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and release his rump impudence causing me to get so difficult I thought my hawkshaw would burst the zip of my dungaree. Suddenly he slipped his manus between us and pressed his backward facing laurel wreath to my dilate cock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a foresightful metre since I had another soul touch me intimately.

As the wagon train jerked to a plosive consonant I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to push my way towards the going. The crowd was such that I could only push my way to the exit 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 manhood and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to catch a last glimpse of my travelling companion. Of course of action I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be capable to see through the flock of bodies that were between us.

Imagine my surprisal 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 say an invitation, a acknowledgment and a soldering that made me understand in an moment that I had found something of value in this push city .