Date: Sat, 07 May 2022 16:33:38 +0000
From: Scotnat <r.motorman@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Railway Boy 16

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The Railway Boy Chapter 16

by Scotnat

After breakfast it was present time. We all gathered in the sitting room,
where there was a surprisingly big Christmas tree in one corner. The
mantlepiece and other surfaces were festooned with cards. The family
obviously had a lot of friends.

I had brought a bottle of expensive malt whisky for Ron, a nice flower vase
for Mary. I was surprised that among the gifts they had for me was a framed
portrait of Ronnie looking angelic in his school uniform. I was
overwhelmed. Ronnie himself gave me a CD of the organ in St Peter Mancroft;
he had obviously bought it during our visit to Norwich. He looked at me
quizzically as I handed him a large soft parcel.

"Feels like clothes. Did you get me clothes?" He almost sounded
disappointed. I hoped that would soon change. "Why don't you open it and
see?"

With Ron and Mary looking on curiously, slowly, almost reluctantly Ronnie
pulled the package apart. There were gasps from all three of them as the
contents were revealed. There was a kilt in Royal Stuart tartan, a leather
sporran, two pairs of kilt socks with garter flashes and a Braemar tweed
jacket: a complete Scottish Highland dress outfit. Ronnie's eyes were
popping out of his head.

"I love this! I can't wait to put it on! But why? When will I wear it?"

"Go and try it on, then I'll tell you something you don't know," I grinned.

"I'm not sure how, you'd better come and help me," he replied.

I saw Ron and Mary look at each other as we headed upstairs.

"What kind of shirt do I wear with it?" Ronnie asked as he laid everything
down on the bed.

"There are no real rules, you know, in spite of what you might hear or
read," I told him. "You can wear the kilt formally or informally. If it's a
formal occasion you might wear a nice dress shirt and tie; but a t-shirt is
just as good if you're wearing it to go hiking or something like that."

"What about shoes?"

"Black school shoes will be fine for formal and trainers are OK for hiking
or whatever."

Ronnie immediately stepped out of his slippers, dropped his jeans and
pulled off his socks. As usual he was without underwear. He kept his white
t-shirt on. I couldn't resist giving his bum a gentle feel before I started
helping him to dress.

"Does it matter that I don't wear underpants?" he asked, and it seemed to
bother him.

"Not at all! On the contrary, most authorities agree that underpants form
no part of highland dress," I told him. Soldiers in the kilted regiments
sometimes have to stand above a mirror on the floor for inspection by the
sergeant before they go on duty. Have you never seen the famous screenshot
of the colour sergeant folding the flag at the handover of Hongkong to the
Chinese?"

Ronnie was giggling all through this. I knew that he would relish having
his bum and genitals uncovered at all times. I made him sit down on the bed
while I helped him on with a pair of kilt socks.

"It's always easiest to put the kilt on last," I explained.

I showed him how to adjust the garters and position the flashes. Then the
great moment -- I made him stand up while I stayed on my knees. "Try not to
get hard!" I laughed as I placed the kilt around his waist and adjusted the
straps. "How does that feel?" I asked as I reached under the kilt to pull
his t-shirt straight and cop another quick feel. I could see him rubbing
his legs together. I knew he would be enjoying the feeling of being fully
dressed but with nothing between his thighs. "Amazing!" was all he said.

The sporran came next. In spite of my warning, or perhaps because of it, he
was at least half hard and his penis was causing the kilt to tent up a
bit. The sporran would help to disguise that.

"When I was your age," I told him, "if I got an erection with the kilt, I
found I could hide it like this," and I reached in, took hold of his cock
which was almost fully stiff by now, and pointed it upwards and under the
waistband of the kilt. With the sporran in the way, the erection would
hardly be noticed by anyone who wasn't looking for it.

Lastly I stood up and helped him on with the jacket. What a picture he was!
Even with just a white t-shirt, he looked ready for any social situation. I
took him to the bathroom and made him stand in front of the full length
mirror there. "Well? What do you think?" I asked.

He smiled broadly, leaned back against me and wriggled slightly. He turned
his head round seeking a kiss, which I was delighted to deliver.

"I think it's wonderful," he whispered, obviously close to tears. "But why?
What made you think of it? When will I wear it?" I kissed him again.

"Come on down and let them see you," I said, "and then I'll tell all of you
at once."

When we entered the sitting room Ron and Mary stood up and gave a round of
applause! Ronnie took a bow, twirled around twice, then bowed again. I
joined in the applause. The whole family obviously liked my choice of gift
for Ronnie.

"So, Jim," Grandad began as we settled down again, "Ronnie looks great in
the kilt, but he won't have much opportunity to wear it around here. What's
the idea?"

"Well you see," I began, "I have one duty that I must perform over the
holiday period. I have to go and visit my mum. I only see her once or twice
a year. She lives in Edinburgh with her second husband. I was hoping you
would allow Ronnie to come with me."

Ronnie leapt to his feet and grabbed me in a bear hug. Turning to his
grandparents, he started pleading: "May I go with Jim, please? I've never
been to Scotland. Jim'll look after me, won't you, Jim? I can wear this all
the time we're away!" He went on like this for a while until eventually I
managed to shut him up simply by kissing him. His grandparents meanwhile
were in stitches laughing at his excitement.

"Ronnie," I said as he seemed about to start again, "I think they've
agreed."

Ronnie looked at them and saw them nodding. He left me and went to hug each
of them and say thank you. I thought as he did so that it was a measure of
how far our relationship had progressed that I had no hesitation in kissing
Ronnie in front of them and that they had no hesitation in allowing me to
take him away for a short holiday.

"When do we go?" Ronnie wanted to know when we all settled down yet again.

"I need to do some tidying and packing at home tomorrow, so I thought we'd
leave the day after," I replied. "It'll be Sunday and the roads will be
quiet."

"Will you stay here tonight again?"

"Yes, if I'm invited!"

"He is invited, isn't he grandad?" Ron pretended to be thinking it over
reluctantly.

"I suppose so . . ." he drawled. That set Ronnie off bouncing again. Mary
got up to go and check on the turkey. There had been delicious cooking
smells coming from the kitchen for the past hour or more. I dragged Ronnie
to his feet and the two of us followed her to help.

Christmas lunch was the happiest and most enjoyable I had had in many
years, not since my own dad died in fact; I had left home that same year. I
found myself telling the Alcrofts quite a lot about my family history as we
ate; I told them more about my mother and her husband in Edinburgh and my
sister in Australia, married with two small children. Ron had opened an
excellent bottle of wine and allowed Ronnie a small glass along with
everyone else. Tongues were loosened and great fun was had by all.

We finished eating about three o'clock, just in time to watch the Queen's
speech on the telly. Ron announced his intention of taking a nap and Mary
had a favourite film she wanted to watch. Ronnie and I decided to go for a
walk. He was quite firm that he was keeping the kilt on. I wondered what
would happen if he met anyone he knew. As it happened, the town centre was
deserted and we eventually found ourselves strolling along the sea
front. There were very few people around and we held hands quite
comfortably as we walked. We were both feeling quite horny but it was
really too cold to get involved in anything sexy outdoors. Eventually we
returned to Ronnie's home.

We found Mary engrossed in "The Sound of Music", but Ron had woken up. When
we came in he decided that it was time to open the whisky I had
brought. That was the start of a lovely evening of family happiness which
only ended after Ronnie had actually fallen asleep beside me on the sofa.

"You'd better get him to bed, Jim" said Mary. I thanked them for a
wonderful day, woke Ronnie up as gently as I could and half carried him
upstairs to the bathroom and then into his room.

Once the bedroom door was shut behind us, Ronnie seemed to come to life
again. He took off his Braemar jacket and found a hanger for it. Then he
turned to me and fell into my arms.

"Make love to me, please, Jim" he murmured as I hugged him. I needed no
urging, and started to strip him. I pulled his t-shirt out of the waist of
his kilt and off over his head. Then I knelt down in front of him and
started to pull his socks down. He lifted first one foot then the other as
I drew them past his feet. Before taking off his kilt I couldn't resist
running my hands up inside it, stroking the backs of his thighs and then
the lovely globes of his bum. He moaned with pleasure. I ducked under the
front of the kilt and came up to find his growing erection and took it in
my mouth. His groaning got more intense. When it was apparent that he was
getting close, I pulled off and out. I stood up and held him as close as I
could with one arm while I undid the straps of his kilt with the other. The
kilt fell to the floor. I came to the conclusion that, no matter how
handsome he looked in the kilt, no matter how cute he was in school
uniform, no matter how sexy he had been in shorts during the summer or
dressed as an elf in the Santa trains, nude was how I liked him best. I
feasted my eyes on his youthful beauty.

I got out of my own clothes as fast as I could. My cock was already rock
hard and leaking precum. I put my arms around Ronnie again and laid him on
the bed. I kissed him passionately on the lips and he kissed back just as
hard. I worked my way down his neck to his nipples, using my lips to nibble
everywhere on his body. I stroked his lovely flanks, which I still found
incredibly sexy. My mind was going back to that August day when I first
made love to him on the lawn at my house.

He pulled back on to the bed and lay with his head on a pillow. I followed
and knelt between his legs. I continued kissing and licking my way down his
body. When I got to the top of his legs he drew his knees up high and
spread them sideways, opening up his cleft and his lovely wrinkly anal
opening. At the moment it seemed tight shut. I licked his testicles,
sucking first one then the other into my mouth and rolling them around. By
this time he was nearly catatonic with impatient lust. I wasn't going to be
hurried. I released his balls and licked gently down his perineum until I
got to his hole. I licked all around it then tried to push my tongue
inside. As usual, I was surprised at how easily it gave way. My tongue
slipped into him as far as I could make it go. Ronnie was writhing around
and moaning continuously by this time, and there was a long string of
precum oozing from his cock.

I reached for the tube of KY which I had laid out on the bedside table
earlier. I pulled out of his arse, squeezed a good glob of lube on my
middle finger and gently worked it into him. I did this again with two
fingers, then with three. Not for the first time, I was struck both by how
clean he was and how easily I was able to enter him. I made a note to ask
him about that later. Finally I knelt upright and worked a good coating of
jelly on my penis, which was rock hard and leaking just as much as
his. Very, very gently I closed in on him, positioned my cock at his
entrance and pushed. Wow! My whole length slid inside in one continuous
movement. I leaned forward and sought his mouth. We kissed long and hard.

I lay there without moving, just holding him, loving him, and enjoying the
feeling of my cock being gripped firmly within him. I could feel his anal
muscles clenching and relaxing. I knew that I wouldn't last long if he kept
that up. Suddenly his moaning became louder, he squeezed me even tighter
and I realised he was cumming. His sperm shot up between us, shot after
shot, so that I lost count. Then I was cumming as well, shooting into him
everything I had to give. The feeling in my cock seemed to go right round
to my arse and to the tips of my toes. Eventually the spasms slowed and
stopped. Ronnie's knees dropped down beside me and I collapsed on top of
him. I think that at that point we both either passed out or at least fell
asleep.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Well there you are: at long last Jim and Ronnie's relationship has been
fully consumated. Next -- Edinburgh here we come!

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