Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2022 21:01:49 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: Railway Boy 15 Here is the fifteenth 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 15 by Scotnat I expected Ronnie to be all over me as soon as we got into his bedroom, but that didn't happen. Instead he told me to go and use the bathroom first, so I found my toilet bag and went. I washed my butt over the handbasin. I knew about inner cleansing but I had no means of doing it -- yet! I also knew about stretching and had ordered some anal toys online, but they hadn't arrived yet. I just hoped that by the time he wanted to fuck me I would be ready for it. I went back to the bedroom and Ronnie told me to get into bed and wait for him. I wondered what he was up to. He was away for nearly ten minutes, enough for me to wonder if something was wrong. Eventually he came back in, closing and locking the door behind him. He had a bath towel round his waist. When he turned to face me he took it off and brought it over to the bed. He pulled the duvet off me and asked me to move over. He spread the towel down where I'd been lying, then asked me to lie on top of it. He then began to make love to me. Everything we had done so far had been either mutual -- hand jobs or sixty-nines -- or me making love to him; I'd already sucked him off several times and fucked him twice, once the day we met back in August, and once on the Santa train last week. Now however everything changed. He produced a bottle of baby lotion and climbed over to straddle me, looking me straight in the eye as he did so. Very little was said, apart from him telling me where to lie and what to do. I put my hands behind my head as instructed and waited. He leaned down and kissed me deeply on the lips then sat back up, poured some lotion into his palm and began to massage it into my shoulders, down my arms, then my chest. He seemed to spend a lot of time around my nipples, which were hard. So was my cock underneath him. He sat back and I found my cock sliding between the cheeks of his bottom. He rubbed back and forward a couple of times, but just as I was beginning to lose control he slid further back. He poured more lotion and continued massaging my abdomen, down as far as my pubes -- but no further! He then began on my legs, left leg first, and he went all the way down to my foot, then did the same with my right leg. He sat back on his haunches and said the first words I had heard for at least fifteen minutes. "Roll over, please!" I did so, and he moved up and began massaging my back, starting with my shoulders. He gradually worked his way down to my waist where he seemed to spend a little longer than elsewhere. By this time he had moved back to above my thighs; occasionally I could feel his penis rubbing against my arse. I could tell that he was just as hard as I was. He bypassed my bum completely and instead massaged down the backs of my legs right down to my feet. When he started on my soles I expected it to tickle, but it didn't. In fact, if anything the feel of my feet being massaged so gently was the most amazing thing of all. The whole experience was more sensuously erotic than anything I had ever experienced in my life before. In the midst of my enjoyment I found myself wondering how he had learned to do this. It didn't matter at all, of course. I could understand that having got me alone and in private for the first time since that first day, he wanted to show me how much he loved me. I was desperate to reciprocate but knew I would have to wait my turn. I wondered if he was ever going to attend to my bum, my balls and my cock. But Ronnie had another surprise for me. All his touches stopped for a moment and I wondered what he was doing. I soon found out. Instead of using his hands, he stretched out his whole body along my back. I realised he had been applying lotion to himself. He seemed to be trying to touch as much of my skin as possible with as much of his body as possible. Very slowly and gently he moved his whole body back and forward, only a couple of inches each way, but the effect was to complete the massage of my back, this time including my bum where Ronnie's hard cock was sliding up and down my crack. He made no attempt to enter me; he just kept sliding gently on top of me. The feelings in and around my buttocks were incredible. Suddenly I realised I was going to cum and I couldn't stop it. The orgasm racked my whole body as I started ejaculating shot after shot of spunk into the towel below me. I realised that Ronnie was cumming as well, for I could feel his jizz shooting up my back. I could hear loud groaning and realised it was me vocalising the throes of my climax. Ronnie was moaning as well. When we both calmed down, we lay there without moving for what seemed like a long time. Eventually I turned my head round towards Ronnie and found him smiling into my eyes and waiting to kiss me. There was so much lotion on us both that it was easy for him to slide to one side as I turned over. Our bodies never lost touch and the kiss was unbroken. Once I was on my back I pulled him on top of me and wrapped my arms around him. We kissed a lot more, both deep French kisses and little pecks and licks anywhere we could reach. I kissed his forehead, his eyes, his neck -- and he did the same to me. "Ronnie," I whispered at last, "that was unbelievable. How did you learn to do that?" "I Googled erotic massage and learned a lot!" he giggled quietly. "I wanted to make this first night together something we would both remember for ever." "I think you managed that in spades," I answered. My emotions got the better of me and I heaved a great sob. Where had that come from? "I love you so much Ronnie, I just can't believe how much, and I can't believe you did all that to make me feel so good." "It was good for me too," he said, kissing away the few tears that had run down my face and then laying his head beside mine. "I loved touching you all over like that, never got to do it before, and the best bit was when I covered all of your back with all of me. I was glad you came first, it would have spoiled it a little if I'd squirted before you came." "Oh, I don't think so, darling. Nothing could possibly have spoiled that. It was feeling the whole of you moving against the whole of me that brought me off, so what was best for you was also best for me." I held him closer to me and we continued for some time just whispering little love words into each other's ears. Without really meaning to, I started stroking his back and he did the same to me. I could feel his erection growing again and realised that I was getting hard again as well. So, so slowly our kisses and caresses morphed into gentle frotting -- front to front this time. I moved my hands down to his bum, that most beautiful part of him both to see and to feel. I cupped his buns in both hands and pulled him up my body a little harder. Suddenly passion gripped us both again and we were rubbing furiously against each other, still slippery enough with the baby lotion that had been liberally applied. Ronnie began to pant and wriggle; I knew that meant he was about to cum again. I thrust my cock upwards against his belly and poked my fingers into his cleft. My middle finger found his hole and slipped in to the first knuckle. By this time Ronnie was bucking out of control. With a barely stifled scream he came again, shooting a surprising amount of semen between our bellies. His final thrust moved him so far forward that my cock found its way between his thighs. He squeezed his legs together and so I came between his butt cheeks and my jizz went on his back. After that, when we had both calmed down again, we cleaned ourselves up with the towel -- what a good job he'd thought of that! -- and dumped it on the floor. We snuggled together and were asleep in no time. I woke up from a delicious dream to discover that the smell of bacon cooking and the sensations in my cock were both real. Ronnie had me in his mouth and was clearly intent on making me cum again. "Ronnie," I gasped, " careful I don't pee in your mouth!" He just grunted, unwilling to stop what he was doing to speak. Perhaps it was the need to pee that did it, but when I came the orgasm I felt was every bit as intense as the ones last night. Ronnie came up from under the duvet, licking his lips and smiling. "You'd better go and pee," he said, "and have a quick shower. It smells as if breakfast will be ready soon." "Do you need to go?" "No, I slipped out while you were still asleep then came back to wake you up." "That was a lovely way to wake up, I hope it'll happen again soon," I said as I slid out of bed, pulled my boxers on and headed for the bathroom. What a start to Christmas Day, I thought. Can it get any better than this? I soon found that it could! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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.