Date: Wed, 09 Jun 2021 15:59:13 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: The Railway Boy Chapter 1 This story will run to several chapters, I'm not sure how many in total. There won't be much sex until chapter 3, but hopefully it will be worth waiting for! The Railway Boy, by Scotnat Chapter 1 The first time I saw him he was on a train. The problem was that I was on a different train. He was sitting alone at a four-seater table in the train for Sheringham; I was sitting at a similar table on the train for Holt. Both trains were stationary at Weybourne while the signalman exchanged the single line tokens. It was the third day of a late summer heatwave that was making all the towns of the Norfolk coast very busy. As I casually looked across, I saw a boy. He was wearing scarlet shorts and nothing else that I could see. He was slouched down in his seat and his shorts were riding quite low on his hips. The first thing I noticed was his smooth torso which showed a few signs of puppy fat, but not too much. His tiny pink nipples contrasted with his lightly tanned skin. I guessed his age to be about 12. I looked up and caught his eye. He smiled at me. I smiled back and winked. At that, his smile grew broader and he wriggled in his seat a bit. His shorts rode down a little further, and his pelvic V became quite noticeable. Before I had time to take in any more details a whistle blew, a locomotive hooted and his train started to move. I followed his window as it passed me; he seemed to lean towards the window and look backwards as his train disappeared down the line towards Sheringham. A minute or two later my train was also on the move. I smiled with pleasure at the beautiful vision I had seen, thinking wistfully that I would probably never see him again. I was wrong. The train pulled in at Holt, the eastern terminus of the North Norfolk Railway, which is one of the best tourist attractions in East Anglia. Holt is a gem of a station, surrounded by pine trees, and with lots to see and do, not least the coffee and tray bake from the little takeaway café. I had plenty of time on my hands, having taken a day off work to enjoy the good weather. I could do this because as a writer of "adventure stories for boys" I work from home in my own time. I had taken the bus from my home near Blakeney to Sheringham with the intention of spending the day on the steam railway. Now that I had arrived at Holt, I watched as the locomotive detached from the train, ran forward into the headshunt then came backwards down the loop line to eventually reconnect with the other end of its train. Five minutes later the train departed back to Weybourne and Sheringham. The next arrival was not now due for about three quarters of an hour, so I went in search of coffee and then explored the small museum which proved to be very interesting. Eventually a distant whistle announced the imminent arrival of the next train. I was on the platform to watch it come in, as I didn't know which locomotive to expect this time. It turned out to be the giant 2-10-0 wartime goods locomotive, a great favourite of mine. I watched closely as station procedures were gone through once more. The detraining passengers were milling around on the platform, mingling with those waiting to take the train back. At one point I glanced along the platform and my tummy gave a little leap as I caught a glimpse of bright scarlet along at the other end. He had come back! I wondered if I would have the opportunity to see him closer. However, he seemed to disappear, and soon I had to get aboard since my plan was to return to Sheringham with this train, miss one there then travel back to Weybourne with the next again. When I entered the open saloon-type compartment, I saw that he was already there, sitting on the right-hand side about six tables along and facing my way. I slid into the first empty table on the left, facing towards the boy in the scarlet shorts. As I did so I caught his eye again and he grinned at me. I grinned back, then settled down to enjoy the beautiful countryside around the five-mile long line. I stayed in my seat at Weybourne and so did he. An elderly couple got on and sat down at the other side of my table. We exchanged pleasantries as the train moved on to journey's end at Sheringham. I was therefore unable to observe my boy as we arrived, and when I eventually got off the train he had disappeared again. However, things were about to get really interesting! After watching the departure of that train back to Holt, I hung around the station building for a while as the crowds dispersed. Quite a few people had obviously used the train to come to Sheringham for the day, and were heading for the beach, so the station was pretty quiet when my bladder reminded me that the coffee I had drunk at Holt had finished its journey too. I went into the station toilet, stood at a urinal and relieved myself. I had just finished peeing and was turning around towards the handbasins when the boy in the scarlet shorts came in and went to the centre urinal of three. I then discovered that there was a large mirror on the wall behind the hand basins, and in it I had a glorious view as the boy pushed his shorts down to his knees and stood there peeing, to all intents and purposes completely nude and allowing me a long look at his beautifully rounded bum. I noticed that he was not wearing underpants. I resisted the temptation to turn round and stare, but my handwashing got slower and slower! After a time he shook off then started to pull his shorts back up. He did it slowly and wiggled his bum a bit at the same time. My God! The little blighter was doing it deliberately! He knew I was watching and was giving me a show! He then moved to the handbasin next to mine. As I rinsed off my hands I glanced in his direction and found him looking at me. It was his turn to wink this time. I also had my first opportunity to look properly at his face. My, he was a good-looking lad! A straight nose, a firm chin, heart-shaped cheeks and big brown eyes with dark eyebrows all contributed to make him the most beautiful boy I think I had ever seen. His hair was dark brown, long and bushy, and with enough of a wave to look good even when tangled, as it was. I was totally smitten. He was magnificent. I still didn't have the courage to speak to him and he said nothing either, and I felt I had to move before I caused embarrassment; after all, I had no proof that he was coming on to me, and everything he had done could be taken as perfectly natural. In any case, I wondered whether his parents were nearby, so I turned away to the electric hand dryer, then exited back on to the platform. For the next while I just hung around enjoying the ambience. The next train arrived and departed again. I noticed that my boy spent a long time in the station souvenir shop, talking at length with the elderly couple who were on duty there. I did not go in. The train I was planning to catch next arrived, only half filled this time. I boarded promptly and found myself a seat in a compartment for a change. It was now nearly midday and the call of lunch probably meant that the next few trains would be quieter. However that may be, I had the compartment to myself until, just as the platform staff were going along slamming doors prior to departure, the sliding door of my compartment opened and in he came. He stood for a moment framed in the doorway then uttered the first words I had heard him say. "May I join you?" "Yes of course. I've only paid for one seat and there are seven free!" I joked. "Thanks. Can I sit at the window?" And with that he plunked himself down opposite me at the window, where I was sitting facing the direction of travel. He now proceeded to give a show which could have been totally innocent, just as he had been in the toilets, but to one who is always aware of subtle nuances as I am, it was incredibly sexy. He wriggled around a little, making sure that his shorts moved to show his tummy to best advantage. Then he spread his legs wide and stretched his arms above his head. I love boys' armpits, especially when they're hairless, and by this time I was seriously worried that he would see my hardon, which was now out of control. Next his legs moved again and his shorts gaped a little, so I that could see quite a long way up his thighs. Having got himself comfortable and me extremely uncomfortable, he smiled again and started to chat. "Are you enjoying the trains?" "Yes, very much. I don't get here as often as I'd like. What about you? Are you here on your own?" "Not exactly. My grandparents run the station shop at Sheringham. They get me a rover ticket and I can spend the day on the trains. I'm here nearly every day, and most of the staff know me." "What about your parents?" The moment I said it I knew I had boobed, for a shadow crossed his face. "They don't care about me. I don't even know where they are." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. Do you live with your grandparents?" "Yes, they're the best. I don't know what I'd do without them. What are you going to do next today?" he asked, changing the subject abruptly. I replied that I had thought about getting off at Weybourne and trying to see if there was any possibility of visiting the engine shed. I would also have lunch there if possible. "I can get you into the shed easily, the foreman's a pal of mine. But lunch is more difficult; the café at Weybourne is pretty basic." "In that case it might be better to go on to Holt for lunch and come back to Weybourne later. Would you like to join me for lunch?" I asked with my heart in my mouth, not sure if I had gone too far too fast. The beam that spread across his face soon put an end to that worry. "That would be cool. By the way, what's your name? I'm Ronald, but everyone calls be Ronnie." "Hello Ronnie," I smiled. "That's a nice name for a nice lad. I'm just plain ordinary Jim." "Hi Jim," he smiled as he held out his hand. I took it and we shook. It felt as if he was as reluctant to let go as I was. "Tell you what. When we get to Holt, we'll take the shuttle bus into the town and have lunch there. There are several good cafés there. Would you like that?" "Yes, please," he said quite earnestly.