Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2022 22:18:31 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: The Railway Boy Chapter 10 Here is the tenth chapter of The Railway Boy. As before, I must stress that this story is pure fantasy and must not be taken as approving or condoning sexual relationships with people who are under age. If you are under age in your country or if reading this kind of material is illegal where you live, then please leave this website now. On the other hand, if you enjoy it, please make a contribution to Nifty, so that the service it currently provides free of charge to both readers and writers may continue. Your feedback is very important to me -- please let me know what you think! My email address is shown above. The Railway Boy Chapter 10 By Scotnat At 9.30 the following morning I drew up outside the Alcroft home. Ronnie was waiting impatiently on the doorstep. He called a farewell into the house, pulled the door shut behind him and raced to the car, jumping straight into the front passenger seat. He immediately leaned across and kissed me hard on the lips. I enjoyed that, but told him to settle down so we could get going. I had an appointment to keep in Norwich. We both waved to his grandparents who were watching from the sitting room window, then set off. We were no sooner clear of the town but I felt Ronnie's hand on my thigh. He stroked my leg a little, getting further up and closer to my crotch. Of course, I was hard in no time. "Ronnie," I said, "I love what you're doing but I don't want to crash the car. Please stop!" He whined a little but took his hand away. We were on a fairly quiet road without too much traffic, so I risked driving with one hand and reached across to fondle him. He liked that! In fact, he helped things along by undoing his shorts so that I could reach inside. Once again I found that he was not wearing underpants. His penis was rock hard. It seemed to me to be rather big for a boy his age and size. I guessed it to be over four, possibly nearer five, inches long. I masturbated him gently as I drove. Once or twice I had to take my hand away to attend to my driving; when that happened he always groaned with disappointment. I deliberately took it slowly to prolong his pleasure as much as possible. We were nearly half way to Norwich when his increasing moaning and wriggling told me he was getting close to cumming. "Have you got a hanky or some tissues?" I asked. Without speaking he produced a couple of clean tissues from his shorts pocket. I asked him to spread one out on his tummy. I then stroked him a little harder and he shouted out as his body jerked up and down and he sprayed several jets of spunk into the air. I couldn't watch of course, but I guessed that most of it went on the tissue as I had hoped. Eventually he took my hand and moved it away from his cock. I felt him wiping my hand. After that he relaxed and started chatting, and I learned new things about him. Some of them surprised me. For example, it turned out that he was interested in church architecture and music. When I asked him what he'd like to do in Norwich, he asked if we could visit the cathedral and stay for evensong. He was disappointed when I had to tell him that evensong on weekdays was at 5.30pm, and since it would last till after 6.00 we would be much too late getting home. However, I knew that Sunday evensong was at 3.30; my suggestion that we come back on Sunday went down well with him and meant one less day when I had to think of ways to entertain him for this last week of his summer vac. "What are we going to do when we get to Norwich?" Ronnie asked. "Well, I've got a meeting with my agent at 11.00 o'clock," I said. "You've been in the cathedral before, have you?" "Yes, more than once." "Have you ever visited St Peter Mancroft? It's a splendid building, almost a big as the cathedral, and it's quite near my agent's office. Why don't you have a look around there while I'm at my meeting -- it shouldn't last too long -- and I'll find you there and we can go and get some lunch. How does that sound?" When we met up after my meeting Ronnie was full of enthusiasm for St Peter Mancroft. It is indeed a splendid building. He chatted on and on about it all through lunch, which we had in a small café not far from my agent's office. When we had eaten I asked him what he would like to do next. "Can we go back to your place, please?" he asked. I was not surprised but felt that I had to point out to him that that would not be entirely in the spirit of the permission we had from his grandparents to spend the day together. "They don't think we should be having sex all day every day, at least not until you're 16," I said. "That's why we have permission to go to Norwich together. I don't want to lie to them. Do you?" "No, but I really want to be somewhere more private with you," he whined a bit as he said it. "So do I, but I think we'll get on better in the long run if we don't mess around behind their backs. I tell you what, it's quite a nice day. Let's go to a beach somewhere and see if we can find a private place to make love." He agreed to that, so we set off for Lowestoft. I managed to get parked near Corton and we wandered down on to the beach. Being a week day, there weren't many people around. Ronnie and I held hands as we walked along the tide line. Eventually we found a lonely spot among some low sand dunes and lay down together. He was fumbling with my jeans immediately, opening my flies and pushing them down past my hips. I didn't try to stop him, in fact I eased off the ground to make it easier. I was already rock hard with anticipation. Without wasting any time he took my cock in one hand, fondled my balls with the other and licked along the length of my shaft. The sensations he was giving me were exquisite. I reached for him and pulled him round so that he eventually moved his knees to either side of my head. That was fine, except that he still had his shorts on. As he continued to lick my cock and play with my balls I slid my hands up inside the legs of his shorts, loving the smooth feel of his skin. I eventually reached as far as I could go but I wanted more. "Stop a minute, Ronnie," I gasped because I was getting close to cumming. I made him move one leg over so that I could undo his shorts and slide them down. He was still on hands and knees, but he raised first one knee then the other, so that I could remove his shorts completely. As soon as I had done so he moved back to straddle my head again. I could now stroke his beautiful smooth bottom as much as I wanted. I spread his buns apart and enjoyed the view of his lovely pink pucker. I reached up with my tongue and licked it. Taken by surprise he jumped and left my cock alone for a moment -- just as well, because otherwise I would have cum at that moment. He settled backwards and just sat down on my face. I was in bliss, even although it was hard to breathe. I had to move him around a little so that at least my nose wasn't blocked. But the feeling of his bum cheeks rubbing against my face cheeks while I licked his anus was just wonderful. He hummed with pleasure and rubbed his bottom against me a little harder. I reached round and took hold of his cock -- it was rock hard, as was mine. Eventually he leaned forward and took me in his mouth. Next thing we knew we were both spurting cum in a stupendous orgasm. I think it was made all the more intense because we were in a public place and might have been seen by anyone who happened to walk past. Some time later we walked back to the car and headed for Cromer and home. How we managed to maintain a semblance of innocence in front of Ronnie's grandparents, I will never know; but manage it we did, and did full justice to the lovely dinner which Mary had waiting for us when we got in. Ronnie talked enthusiastically all through the meal about what he had seen in Norwich and about our plans to return there for evensong on Sunday, and all seemed to be well in the family as I took my leave and drove home. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . If you are enjoying this story, please make a donation to Nifty, as much as you can afford. It's a wonderful site, free to use for both writers and readers, so if you value it as much as I do, then it needs your financial support. Thank you from Scotnat.