Date: Fri, 27 May 2022 21:56:44 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: The Railway Boy 17 Here is chapter 17 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 17 by Scotnat As I drove home the next day, Boxing Day, I pondered carefully over the events of the past two days, especially the sex of course. I had now fucked Ronnie three times, and each time I had been struck by how easy it had been for me to slide into him. Back in August he had said something about preparing himself, but I hadn't asked him any more about it. On Christmas Eve he had made love to me without attempting to enter me, but I suspected that the day was not far off when he would want to take me. I decided that I needed to find out more. As soon as I got in, I fired up my computer and Googled "gay anal sex." I was amazed at the amount of information that came up. Over the next hour or so I learned a lot more about cleansing, stretching, lube and the various sex toys that might help preparedness. The things I had ordered previously had not yet arrived. Since we were leaving for Edinburgh the next day I didn't have much time to do anything about it; however, I found an online store that promised next day discreet delivery and ordered a selection of things I thought looked fun or useful. I arranged for them to be delivered to the hotel where Ronnie and I would be staying. I had already told Ronnie that we couldn't stay with my mum and her husband because they lived in a tiny flat. We would visit and spend a lot of time with them of course, but would stay in a hotel. I spent the rest of the day looking out clothes for the trip and packing a case. Ronnie wanted us both to wear the kilt as much as possible, so I dug out the kilt which I hadn't worn for a long time and checked it for moth holes. It seemed fine, so I laid it out for wearing next day. I thought a lot more about Ronnie's beautiful smooth body. I'm not particularly hairy, but I had quite a lot of pubic hair and a lot of hair in my arse crack. I trimmed my bush neatly, leaving it quite short. Then I took a razor with me when I went for a bath. I carefully shaved my balls, between my legs and right round to my bum. It felt strange, but in a nice sexy way, when I got out of the bath and got dried. I was just thinking about getting ready for bed and giving Ronnie a call when I remembered that he had slipped a small package into my hand as he was kissing me goodbye. He had told me not to open it till I got home. Still naked from my bath, I hunted and found it near the front door, where I had laid it when I got in. I opened it and found inside the same red shorts that Ronnie was wearing the day I met him last August. I held them up before my eyes then sniffed the crotch. They had been washed, of course, but just knowing that Ronnie had worn them with no underpants was enough; before I knew it my cock was rock hard. The phone call which ensued ended with us both cumming twice before we said goodnight and hung up. Next morning as arranged, Ron delivered his grandson to my house at 8.00am. Ronnie ran to hug and kiss me as soon as he got out of the car. He looked an absolute picture in his kilt. Ron followed slowly, after getting Ronnie's case out of the boot. My car was already standing with the boot lid open, so Ron put the case straight in. He then came over to speak to us, reaching out to shake hands with me as he did so. "All the best for a good trip, both of you," he said. "Ronnie's been warned not to misbehave" -- Ronnie rolled his eyes at this -- "but I'm sure he wouldn't anyway," Ron added with a grin. "Look after each other and come back safe, please!" I noticed that he was now treating us as equals, rather than expecting me to be the one looking after Ronnie. "I'm sure we'll be fine," I said. "The roads will be pretty quiet today, and we won't use the car much once we get to Edinburgh. The buses and trams there are pretty good. We'll travel back next Sunday and that should be quiet as well." "I'll be off then," said Ron. He and Ronnie exchanged a hug, then Ron got into his car and drove away. As soon as he was out of sight Ronnie made to hug me again, but this time only one hand went round my waist. The other groped under my kilt, found my cock and balls and gave them a good feel. He grinned up at me! "Just checking that you're wearing the kilt correctly," he said. Then he noticed the difference, seemingly for the first time. "You're all smooth! You've shaved your balls!" he exclaimed. "Anything else?" Before I could do anything about it he was on his knees burrowing up my kilt, just as I had done to him the previous evening. Needless to say I was stiffening up quickly by this time. I felt his tongue on my balls. One hand went round the side to fondle my bum while the other pushed its way under my balls and between my legs. I was getting weak at the knees already, but I managed to move my feet wider apart to allow him access. His fingers stroked my perineum then eventually reached my hole; he rubbed it gently with a finger tip. It was just as well that he chose that moment to take the head of my cock into his mouth because my spunk erupted in yet another amazing orgasm. How many of those this boy had given me already! I couldn't see him at all, of course, since he was underneath my kilt, but I found his head with one hand and leaned over to the roof of the car with the other. If I hadn't, I would have fallen over with the intensity of it! Eventually Ronnie resurfaced licking his lips and grinning broadly. I couldn't think of anything to say so I just smiled and hugged him again. When we kissed I could taste myself in his mouth. I couldn't believe we had just done that outdoors at 8.00am on a cold December morning! "Wow, that was incredible, darling," I eventually murmured. "Now I need another pee before we set off." "Me too, I'll come with you," said Ronnie. Hand in hand we went indoors to the small cloakroom just inside the front door. We each lifted up the front of our kilts and tried to pee. Ronnie reached over to hold my cock, which had softened quite a bit. He on the other hand was just as hard as I had been, and was obviously having a problem getting started, not helped by the fact I was holding it for him! My stream got going and flowed easily till I was done, but because he was still holding me, his own cock was if anything getting harder still. When I'd finished I wiped the drips with a piece of toilet paper; I hate getting piss on my kilt! Rather than try to push him down towards the toilet bowl, I turned him sideways and pointed his cock at the hand basin, telling him to relax and let it go. He dribbled a little to begin with but soon was peeing merrily into the sink with me still holding his erect penis. If you've never held another man's cock while he pees, you have no idea how erotic that can be! When he was finished I wiped him up as well, but he was still rock hard. I bent over and took his beautiful member in my mouth and sucked hard. It didn't take long for him to start shooting down my throat and on to my tongue as I drew back a little. It tasted remarkably sweet! I kept sucking and licking until there was no sign of any more to come. By that time he was pushing me away. He must be getting uncomfortable. I straightened up,letting his kilt fall back into place. We hugged again and kissed passionately for a couple of minutes. When we went back outside, I finished loading my bits and pieces then went to set the alarm and lock the front door. When I turned back, Ronnie was already sitting in the passenger seat. We were off! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . If you are enjoying this story, please make a donation to Nifty, as much 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.