He was certainly not trying to discourage me and he must have realized, long before this point, where all this was leading. I now felt the softness of his blue boxer shorts and the warmth and smoothness of his groin. Indianporn But again, there was none. Through soft cotton, I felt his balls, small and tightly bunched; “a boy’s balls”, I thought. At the next stop of the train, all attention concentrated on the other side of the carriage, and he secured his position by holding onto the bar above us with his left hand. As the train carried on, I allowed the natural swaying of the carriage to permit me one or two exploratory brushes with the back of my hand and fingers. My hand strained around inside the small space. Even now, he proffered no resistance. He was holding his newspaper in his right hand now and I realized that he did not seem to be taking the opportunity of using it to protect himself
