Date: Fri, 01 Apr 2022 10:22:56 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: The Railway Boy 11 Here is the eleventh 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 11 By Scotnat I didn't see Ronnie again until the Friday, although we spoke on the phone every day, sometimes more than once. On Thursday in the course of our phone call he asked if I would like to come to dinner on Friday. Of course I said yes. I was becoming very partial to Mary's cooking, which was a lot better than mine! Obviously, the main attraction was seeing Ronnie again. I had managed to get some serious writing done on Wednesday and Thursday and was able to report this to my agent, who was always anxious about me and deadlines. On Friday I arrived at the house in Cromer at about five o'clock. Ronnie opened the door to me, and wow! He was completely transformed, looking as I had never seen him before. "Gran took me shopping for my new school uniform today, and I thought you might like to see it," he grinned as he took my hands and drew me into the house. Like to see it? If I'd thought he was sexy before, this was something else -- several stages up the cuteness and sexiness scale. White shirt, neat tie, pressed grey slacks and polished black shoes. He was an absolute picture of a sexy schoolboy. As we hugged and kissed (the grandparents were both in the kitchen) I ran my hands over his back and down to his bum, which felt completely smooth under his trousers. "Are you commando again? Don't you ever wear underpants?" "No, hardly ever," he replied. "Not even to school?" "No, quite a few of the boys are the same. I more or less gave underpants up when I was 12. I found them uncomfortable, no matter what style I tried." "What does your Gran think?" "She was upset with me for a while and tried to talk me out of it, but eventually she gave up. They both seem to accept it now." "What about when you have gym? Don't you get embarrassed in the changing room?" "Not really, like I said, some of the other boys are the same. On gym days I usually wear my gym shorts under my trousers anyway. If I can I slip them off before I get dressed after the PE period. It's a great relief!" As this conversation was going on I was either hugging and stroking him or standing back to feast my eyes on the vision of schoolboy loveliness that he was. Needless to say my penis had responded as you might expect, and I was as hard as a broom handle. I just managed to move it to a more comfortable and less obvious position before Grandad Ron came through from the kitchen. "Hello again, Jim," he said. "You're becoming quite a regular, aren't you?" "I hope that's all right," I smiled back. "I love Mary's cooking -- that's what keeps bringing me back. Ow!" I added as Ronnie punched me quite hard on the arm. I looked down at him and grinned as I slipped my arm around his waist. "Of course, there is at least one other attraction!" Ronnie grinned back and snuggled in close. "I suppose we'll have to get used to seeing a lot of you," said Ron. "Dinner's ready, please come on through and bring the scamp with you." Ronnie and I held hands as we walked into the dining room. If Ron and Mary noticed, they didn't comment. It was another wonderful meal, and the conversation was relaxed and friendly -- in fact there were several very good laughs, mostly at Ronnie's expense as his grandparents told me some of his escapades when he was younger. When the meal was over Ronnie asked if he and I could go out for a walk. No objection was raised, so with many thanks for the lovely dinner, he and I set off towards the beach again. The weather was still holding up very well for early September, although there was a hint of autumn in the air. We strolled northwards away from the town along the beach, holding hands all the way. Eventually we found an empty bench and sat down looking out to sea. There were very few people around, only a few dog walkers really, and we felt quite comfortably alone together. I put my arm around him and drew him close. "I love my sexy schoolboy," I whispered in his ear. "I love you in shorts, especially those red ones, but when you're dressed like this I would expect you to stop the traffic!" "Don't be silly," he replied, "I'm just an ordinary schoolboy. We all look like this at my school." "None of the others could possibly be as beautiful as you," I insisted. "Will you please wear your school uniform on Sunday again when we go to Norwich for Evensong? I'll be so proud to be seen beside you when you look as good as this." All he said was "Awww . . ." as he leaned in close to me. I could see a hint of a tear in his eye. "I love you so much Jim, you make me feel so good when you tell me things like that." He turned his face up to me and our lips seemed drawn together by an irresistible force. I glanced quickly and guiltily around before surrendering to a moment of real love, where passion was not far from the surface. The kiss lasted a long time. I had my left arm round his shoulders; my right hand strayed down to the crotch of his brand new school trousers. I could feel his hard cock straining to get out. With another look around to make sure no-one was nearby, I gently unzipped his flies and slid my hand inside. The advantages of his being commando were obvious, as I made instant contact with his penis. It was hard of course, but the skin felt silky smooth and soft to my touch. I just loved it! As I drew him out into the open, he in turn started to undo my trousers as well. Unlike the last time, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't go much further than this, if only to avoid spoiling his new clothes. I leaned down and licked the tip of his glans, where there was a glistening drop of precum for me to savour. I sat back up and immediately he was returning the favour, eventually taking the whole of my swollen cock head into his mouth. His left hand was holding my shaft and moving up and down it ever so gently. The sensation was exquisite. I didn't want it to end -- I would have loved to stay like that for ever without cumming, just to continue to experience that wonderful feeling in my cock. In fact the feeling was running round to my perineum and even my anus was twitching a little. I began to think that perhaps I would enjoy being a bottom to his top. After a while I gently took hold of his head and moved him away from my cock, which remained sticking up rigidly and leaking precum. But I had neglected Ronnie for too long. I went down and started sucking him really seriously. He began to tremble and twitch, a sure sign that his orgasm wasn't far away. He didn't make much noise -- perhaps he was aware just as I was that we were in a very public place -- but he moaned and eventually gasped loudly as he filled my mouth with his sweet ejaculate, the flavour of which I had learned to love so much. He grasped my cock firmly with his free hand and gave it two or three firm strokes and suddenly I was cumming as well. Most of it went on his hand. As he raised his hand to his mouth and started licking it we were both shocked to hear a burst of applause. Quickly stuffing myself back inside my trousers I looked around to see two youngish men standing a few feet away. My horror at being surprised in such a situation in public began to subside as I realised that they were holding hands. If they were gay, perhaps they wouldn't be disapproving or worse. Ronnie had paused what he was doing to stare, then as he also realised that there was little danger in the situation, he resumed licking my spunk off his hand. In fact the little blighter began to make a performance of it, swallowing slowly, licking his lips and generally making his relish as obvious as possible. I wondered whether any conversation would ensue with this gay couple, but it appeared that they were sensitive to the fact that they had intruded on a very private moment. Eventually they both gave us a thumbs-up, smiled and turned away. After a few minutes to collect ourselves, Ronnie and I also started back towards his home. On the way we could hardly stop giggling about what had happened. Anyone would have thought there were two teenaged schoolboys involved, rather than one plus a mature adult. But then, I didn't really feel like an adult when I was with Ronnie. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . If you are enjoying this story, please make a donation to Nifty, as 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.