Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2022 20:14:00 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: The Railway Boy 14 Here is the fourteenth 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 14 By Scotnat I saw very little of Ronnie over the next two weeks, which dragged on. It seemed as if Christmas would never arrive. One thing I did do during that time was phone my mum. I wasn't in the habit of phoning her as often as I should, but with Christmas and New Year approaching it was something I had to do. She was quite excited to hear that I had acquired a "significant other." She knew I was gay, of course, I had never hidden it; but I didn't tell her much about Ronnie at that time. I also spent a lot of time worrying about what to get Ronnie by way of Christmas presents. I'd never had to think of gifts for a teenager before, but eventually I came up with a few things. I phoned Mary on a day when I knew Ronnie was at school and asked for his clothes sizes. This was essential information for what I was planning. Eventually Christmas Eve arrived; it was a Thursday that year. I left home early that morning, taking my costume for the Santa train, an overnight bag and a bagful of presents for Ronnie and also for his grandparents. We met up as arranged at Sheringham station. Ronnie and I both needed to change into our elf outfits. This hadn't happened before, since we'd always just worn them from home in the past. Where to get changed? Mary came to the rescue. There was a small store room behind the station shop. She let us in there and we went to get into our costumes. It passed through my mind to notice that neither of the grandparents commented on Ronnie and me going together to get changed. As soon as we were in there with the door shut, I grabbed him in a hug. "Happy birthday, my beautiful boy," I breathed as I kissed him full on the lips. "Mmmm, thank you," he replied when he came up for air, "and may this be the merriest Christmas you've ever known!" He did have quite a way with words, and there was a twinkle in his eye as he said this. I wondered if he had the making of a writer as a future career. We helped each other get changed, and it was very sexy although we resisted the temptation to do anything serious. I helped him off with his day clothes -- jacket, sweater, t-shirt and jeans -- and on with his elf costume -- green tights (no underwear of course) and a green and red tunic. "Don't you get cold wearing so little at this time of year?" I wondered as I placed his tasseled hat on his head and kissed him for the fifth or sixth time. "Not really, I'm not outdoors for very long and the train's well heated," he replied, "and anyway, knowing I'm keeping you horny keeps me warm!" He was certainly keeping me horny! I had great difficulty stuffing my cock into the jockstrap which I still felt safest wearing. I didn't want young kids and their parents to see my hard on, which was pretty much constant when Ronnie was around. Ronnie on the other hand seemed quite unconcerned about people's reaction to his costume, and in fact he seemed not to be as aroused as me. I put it down to the fact that he was used to going commando at all times. As the day wore on, all trains being fully booked and packed with people, our awareness and reaction to each other got more and more blatant. We never missed an opportunity to brush closer together than necessary as we passed each other, and I felt his hand on either my arse or my crotch every bit as often as I stroked his delightful bum. Did anyone notice? I think both of us were past caring by now. By four o'clock as we finally came off duty we were both incredibly twitchy with lust that was almost impossible to control. We headed towards the station shop, where Ron and Mary had been on duty all day. Ronnie poked his head in the door. Mary looked up from where she was busy at the till. "I'm desperate for the loo, gran, and I think Jim is as well," he called. "We'll be back in a few." Then he grabbed my hand and led me along the darkening platform towards the toilets where I had first feasted my eyes on him, back at the end of August. There was no-one else there, and I wondered at what point the station staff would lock them up. There were three urinals, but Ronnie pulled me into the solitary cubicle, which fortunately was solidly built of brick with a full length door. He snibbed the door and turned to me. Instantly his hands were at my trousers, feverishly unzipping me and fishing out my hard cock, which had been leaking precum most of the day. At the same time I put my hands under his tunic, grasped the elasticated waist of his tights and slid them over his buttocks. By the time I gripped Ronnie's erection, he was already at work on mine, and it was obvious neither of us would last long. We were both so desperate to cum that a hand job was all we had time for. We were so well attuned to each other by now that we each knew when the other was about to cum. We turned away from each other and faced the toilet seat together. We had each taken over masturbating ourselves by that time. Ronnie was slightly ahead of me as his spunk flew out of his cock; the first shot hit the wall behind the toilet. I was vaguely aware of him ejaculating several more shots into the bowl, but my own orgasm was on me and I seemed to shoot harder and further than ever before. My first shot hit further up the wall than Ronnie's had, and I hit the wall a second time before I slowed down a little and put four or five smaller spurts into the toilet bowl. With every squirt my bum clenched and forced the spunk out through my cock, which felt as though it was on fire. I reached across and stroked Ronnie's bare bottom as my climax slowed and stopped. We had just emerged from the cubicle and were washing our hands at the basins when the door opened and the assistant station master looked in. "Just about to lock up, lads," he said as we moved to the dryers. "Been another long day, hasn't it?" We grinned and agreed with him. He would never know how long it had seemed to two people in love and lust with each other who were absolutely desperate to get off. Ronnie's kinkiness had shown a minute or two earlier as we were tidying ourselves up. I made to wipe our spunk off the wall with toilet paper but he stopped me. "Leave it," he said, "it'll give the cleaner something to think about tomorrow!" Our lust satisfied for the moment, we went back to the shop and again used the store room to change back into everyday clothes. Mary and Ron still had a lot to do, as the shop would not now be open again until the Easter special trains in March or April. Ronnie and I helped with boxing up unsold stock and storing it in the store room. By the time we'd finished there wouldn't have been enough space for us to use it for changing if we'd needed to again. Finally all was done, Ron locked the doors and went to hand the keys in at the stationmaster's office. Ronnie and I got into my car and headed for Cromer, knowing that Ron and Mary would not be far behind. We were there first, however, and fortunately Ronnie had a key with him. He let us in and helped me move things into his room. That was when I got my first surprise. Ronnie had a new bed -- a double! Whenever I'd been in his room before, it had been furnished as you would expect a teenage boy's room to be, with a single bed. I stood and stared for a moment then turned to him. "Ronnie," I began hesitantly, "what's the score here? Are your grandparents really OK with this?" "Yes," he replied. "We had a long talk about everything when we were discussing arrangements for Christmas. I wanted you to come and stay, they said there was nowhere for you to sleep, I said you could sleep in my room with me, and things went on from there." "But . . . do they really understand the implications of this? They've made arrangements for us to sleep -- together? Really?" "Yes, really. I told them straight out that as soon as I turned 16 I intended to have sex with you, and we would find a way whether they allowed it or not. At first grandad got angry, gran got weepy, and that first evening we weren't friends when we all went to bed. The next day the discussion started again and they had calmed down. It went on for quite a while, but eventually they decided to accept the inevitable, so it made sense to make sure that you were at least comfortable when you stay over." "That's amazing," I said. "Do you realise what wonderful people they are?" "Of course I do. I think that it wasn't so much the sex, actually, as the age difference that was bothering them. I told them straight out that you and I had already made a commitment and that I meant to stay with you for ever. I pointed out that in five years time I'll be 21 and you'll be 32, we'll both be young men of a similar age by that time. As we get older the difference will get less and less." What an amazingly articulate young man, I thought. I had no doubt that his fluency with words had finally worked to win his grandparents over to his point of view. As for them, I couldn't find words to express my thoughts about them. Ronnie and I stood for several minutes in silence, just looking at each other, then I held out my arms to him and we came together in a passionate kiss. Just as we were really getting into it we heard the front door open. We reluctantly separated and went downstairs to be part of a family Christmas. If Ron and Mary had any lingering reservations about Ronnie and me, they managed to hide them very well -- either that or they really had accepted the reality that Ronnie and I were the real thing. The evening turned out to be a very happy one. Mary provided a lovely meal as usual, and afterwards Ron got out a bottle of whisky and poured generous drams for himself and me, while Mary had a gin and tonic. It appeared however that although Ronnie might be allowed to have sex with his boyfriend, he was not yet allowed alcohol. He had a coca-cola. With tongues loosened a bit by the drinks, the conversation flowed with quite a few laughs. I was still feeling rather embarrassed, more so as the evening wore on. Ronnie however had no such inhibitions. At a bit after 10.00pm he started yawning. It looked quite genuine, rather than an excuse to get me to bed. It wasn't long before we were all yawning. It had been a long and busy day, after all. Ronnie eventually stood up, kissed his grandmother, hugged his grandfather, then took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. "Goodnight," was all he said. Ron and Mary also stood up. Ron made no move, but Mary came over and hugged me. As she did so she whispered in my ear. "Please don't hurt him." I whispered back,"Of course not, I couldn't hurt Ronnie and I never will. I do love him, you know." Mary squeezed a little tighter and let me go. 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