Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2022 21:32:09 +0000
From: Scotnat <r.motorman@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Railway Boy 13

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The Railway Boy Chapter 13

By Scotnat

There seemed to be enough volunteers as elves for us not to be needed every
day the trains ran (which was every Saturday and Sunday for the four
weekends before Christmas, plus an extra day on Christmas Eve.) So it was
the following Saturday before we were on duty again. I noticed that Ronnie
had added something to his elf costume: a small haversack which he wore
crosswise from his right shoulder to his waist on the left. It looked as if
it were meant to be part of the costume, but I wondered what he had in
it. I was aware that his costume had no pockets.

As we stood by the door of our coach waiting for the first passengers to
arrive, Ronnie turned to me and cupped his hand to his mouth. I leaned down
to hear him say softly, "Today you're going to fuck me on the train!" Then
he turned away smiling to greet the first family group which was
approaching, leaving me gobsmacked. When I got a moment I whispered back to
him, "You're not 16 yet and we promised Ron and Mary we wouldn't."

"I can't wait any longer," he whispered back. "It's only two weeks till my
birthday and it'll all be legal then." He grinned up at me, and that was
the last we were able to say for quite a while, as the train was filling up
and we were busy making it as much fun as possible for the passengers,
especially the children of course.

The first two trips went pretty much as they had the previous week,
although we had a different volunteer playing Santa this time. However, for
some strange reason -- these Santa trains are incredibly popular with
families at this time of year -- the second trip was not fully booked. We
had been allocated the two coaches nearest the locomotive on the outward
trip and "Santa" had visited everyone in them by the time we reached
Holt. With the locomotive moving to the other end of the train, we were now
in the very last coach and it was less than half full. We made a last round
of the few families who were all sitting at the direction of travel end,
then Ronnie pulled me through the sliding door at the very back of the
train. There was nothing beyond it except a vestibule and toilet. Given
that there was another toilet nearer where the passengers were seated, it
seemed unlikely that anyone would want to use it. Ronnie pulled me in and
locked the door. I had decided not to object again; he was determined, and
in any case I was as horny as hell myself by then.

Ronnie immediately started stripping off. The haversack that had mystified
me was laid carefully on a small shelf beside the washbasin. His hat and
tunic landed on the floor, then he pushed his leggings down and stepped out
of them. That was all he was wearing -- nothing at all under his costume! I
watched, mesmerised, as his beautiful body was revealed, then stood back
admiring him. Ronnie's penis was hard and sticking up at about 45
degrees. He saw me watching, grinned and did a little pirouette for
me. Then he started on my trousers. He pulled them down to my ankles along
with the jockstrap I was again wearing under them. My cock was unbelievably
hard and already leaking precum. Unlike last week he didn't go down to suck
me, but stepped up close putting his left hand behind my back and grasping
my dick with his right. He raised his face towards me and of course I
kissed him -- hard! That lasted for only a few moments, then he stepped
back and reached for the haversack. Out of it he produced a small tube of
KY jelly. I ought to have guessed, as I knew there were no pockets in his
elf costume.

Ronnie handed the tube to me then turned and leaned over the washbasin,
putting his hands against the wall on either side of the small mirror that
was fixed there.

"Come on, get me ready!" he growled in a remarkably low and sexy voice.

I went down on my knees and spent a few moments making love to his bum,
which was as beautiful as ever. I knew that he was very fastidious about
keeping himself clean, something very necessary for someone who never wears
underpants. I licked down his crack and burrowed my tongue into his pink
little hole. He was moaning softly all the time I was doing
this. Eventually I managed to open the KY tube without taking my tongue out
of his bottom, then swapped my tongue for a finger with some lube. I worked
it gently around his hole then pressed my finger in to the first knuckle.

"Hurry up," growled Ronnie, "we haven't got all day!"

So I lubed up two fingers and gently but firmly worked them in as far as I
could reach. On the way I felt the nub of his prostate; he jumped a little
as I touched it.

"Now please, I want you inside me now," he almost shouted.

I stood up, squeezed a lot of jelly onto my cock and spread it around. I
had difficulty avoiding cumming on the spot! Then putting my left hand on
Ronnie's hip, I used my right to guide the tip of my erect penis on to his
anus and pushed. He opened for me remarkably easily; I was astounded when
my whole length slid into him with no resistance at all.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, great, but just hold it there a minute."

As I did so I became aware that the train was slowing; we must be
approaching Weybourne and the token exchange stop. It felt incredibly sexy
to be joined to my lover's body while we listened to the station
sounds. Ronnie seemed quite happy to pause and enjoy the moment. My cock
was certainly loving it, encased as it was in such a silky smooth sheath. I
now had both hands on Ronnie's hips; his lovely smooth buttocks were
rubbing against my pubic bone. It was impossible to imagine anything more
erotic.

The stop at Weybourne was very short, and soon we were bumping over the
points at the end of the crossing loop to regain the single track to
Sheringham. The vibration in the coach caused Ronnie and me to rub together
quite a bit, and that was enough to start me on the serious business of
fucking him. As I bent forward over his back he turned his face to me and
we kissed as I drew almost all the way out then thrust back in.

"That's amazing -- do it again!" Ronnie whimpered to me, so I did, and then
another time: slowly out almost the whole way then quickly back in. The
sensations in my cock were incredible and my whole body felt on
fire. Ronnie pushed back hard against me, encouraging me to go faster, till
eventually I was pumping in and out as hard as I could. His moaning had
become a high pitched scream, and just as the locomotive whistled for the
Sheringham home signal I came tumultuously into his bum. The orgasm racked
my whole body; the world seemed to consist of my cock and nothing else.

I reached round to grip his cock and found that he had already cum --
without touching himself, for his hands were still braced against the
wall. Most of his jizz had gone in the handbasin but I wiped a few drops
off his helmet with my fingers and fed them straight into his mouth. He
sucked my fingers in greedily and kept them between his lips for some
time. I was still firmly lodged inside him with my cock showing no sign of
softening as the train rolled to a stop in Sheringham platform.

Eventually I slid out of him, he turned round and hugged me close.

"That was incredible!" he said as he reached up for a kiss. I was so spent
that I could only nod agreement. Next thing Ronnie drew away from me and
plunked himself down on the toilet seat. He farted loudly as he excreted my
spunk into the bowl. He reached for the toilet paper.

"Let me," I said and took it from him. Very gently I reached between his
legs, past his cock, and wiped his bum clean and dry, dropping the used
paper in the bowl. I stood up and he used some more toilet paper to clean
my cock. Taking care of each other like that seemed to put a seal on the
love we had just consumated. I reached for the flush lever, but Ronnie
stopped me.

"Mustn't flush in the station," he said. "These old coaches empty straight
on to the tracks. We'll have to nip in and do it when we start moving
again!"

I had enjoyed stripping his tight leggings off last week; this time I
decided to try putting them back on him. He stepped in as I held them near
the floor then I slid them slowly up his legs, taking plenty of time over
his bum of course! I even reached inside the front and adjusted his cock
for him. Fortunately it had softened, although it twitched a bit as I
touched it. I helped him on with his tunic and watched as he fastened his
belt and slung the haversack over his shoulder. Hat on, he stood up
straight and grinned at me again.

"Have you any idea how ridiculous you look?" he asked.

Of course, I was still standing there with my trousers and underwear around
my ankles. Ronnie decided to return the compliment by bending down and
pulling my jockstrap up. He took great pleasure in adjusting my cock and
balls inside it. Trousers up and fastened, we both did a quick check in the
mirror that all was as it should be. We both looked rather flushed -- not
really surprising, of course!

That was a wonderful day, but it wasn't over. There was a great surprise in
store for me. We still had two more trips to make after our lunch break. At
the end of them, when we had helped with cleaning and tidying the train, we
eventually met up with Ronnie's grandparents in the shop. I had already
been asked back for a meal before going home to Blakeney. Before we closed
up the shop and headed out, Ron held out some papers to me.

"We've just been given the duty rosters for the rest of the Santa season,"
he said. "None of us are needed again until Christmas Eve, when the four of
us are all on duty. It's Ronnie's birthday as well, of course. Jim, we
wondered if you'd like to come home with us that evening and stay the night
for Christmas the next day. How about it?"

"But I thought his birthday was on Christmas Day?"

"We've usually celebrated it on Christmas Day, but in fact he was born at
11.00pm on Christmas Eve, so his birthday is officially the 24th."

I looked at Ronnie; his smile said it all. I was astounded. I knew that
their little house only had two bedrooms. There couldn't be any question
about where I was going to sleep that night.

"That's a wonderful invitation! Thank you so much! I will accept of course,
if only because Ronnie would kill me if I didn't." (I could see Ronnie
nodding emphatically.)

What amazing grandparents! They were obviously giving the final blessing to
the relationship between Ronnie and me. Now Christmas couldn't arrive fast
enough.

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Next chapter: Christmas at last!

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