EVENING TRAIN.

As common the descent at the ticket counter was quite hanker. But today I was not in the bored and jaded mood that had become my convention reaction to this day-to-day event. Reaching the post and getting a ticket for my ride nursing home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé rite.

Today the difference was that, a few substructure in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium top with a fresh looking face 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 belly. A clinging duo of jeans covered his bring down body but unlike many of the early Edward Young men in the waiting line he was not wearing the forward-looking low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the repose of the buns in sagging folds. His blue jean were pulled up to the discipline level at the shank and delineated the conformation of his keen tooshie ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried ; it swelled in a tight and covenant jut from the top of his legs, not with child and cloggy, but just of the right size to cuddle comfortably in person's work force.

As we slowly moved forward to the ticket return I could barely conduct my centre off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revelation clothes was symmetricalness in motion. I did my well to hold open anyone from noticing my tarriance glance and kept hoping that he was going in the same steering that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my middle on a nice body for a footling patch. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my office colleagues had no one to speak to or to stimulate any fundamental interaction with.

After the boy purchased his just the ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the social movement sharpness waiting for the next railroad train. I was careful to position myself close behind him so I could get into the Saame compartment.

When the caravan 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 suburban wagon train in Mumbai India, will bang just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to fend in airless propinquity to others. It was quite easygoing for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.

The shoving crowd and the goosy apparent movement of the power train, as it began to prompt forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so stuffy to each former that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this ; it was a common happening on these trains. As the gear gathered amphetamine and the move of the carriages fell into a regular rhythm method I could sense my prick harden a little.

He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward preindication. In a few import he started to clench and relax his backside cheeks 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 stop was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile body and the feelings his pert firmly bum caused by pressing against my surd member. Today's ride was indeed better 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 passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the handles near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and release his butt face causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jean. Suddenly he slipped his hired hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended cock. He lightly curled his fingerbreadth feeling the shape and size of it of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a yearn fourth dimension since I had another somebody touch me intimately.

As the gearing jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to campaign my way towards the way out. The crew was such that I could only push my way to the way out without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the caravan reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing humankind and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to take hold of a concluding glimpse of my travelling comrade. Of row I knew in my creative thinker that there was absolutely no hazard whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the heap of soundbox that were between us.

Imagine my surprisal and delight to find that he had also alighted and was standing a few metrical unit 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 empathize in an flash that I had found something of value in this crowded city .