Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2022 20:33:58 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: The Railway Boy 18 Here is chapter 18 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 18 by Scotnat By the time we arrived in Edinburgh it was already dark and we barely had time to book into our hotel and freshen up quickly before getting to mum's house where we were expected for dinner. I wondered how she and David her husband would react to Ronnie. Neither of them missed a beat as I pushed Ronnie forward. "Welcome Ronnie," said mum as she drew him into a hug. He hugged her back. As I got my turn for a hug I saw David and Ronnie shaking hands and smiling. I had always got on well with David, who had been a real life saver for mum after my dad died and she went into a severe depression. David had been her psychiatrist and in the course of her sessions of bereavement counselling they had fallen in love. They'd been together now for five years. It wasn't until after dinner that mum and I had a chance to speak together privately. I helped clear the table and carry things to the kitchen while David and Ronnie settled down in the sitting room where they carried on a conversation begun at the dinner table about Ronnie's interest in church music. Mum pulled me away from the dishwasher and put her arms round me. "He's awfully young, Jim," she said. "Are you sure you know what you're both doing?" "Yes mum, he's young but he is of legal age, and he's incredibly mature even so. I went through a lot of worry when we first met. You realise that he seduced me, not the other way around? Then his grandparents asked us to put the brakes on and we managed to keep from getting too serious until after his birthday, which was just last Thursday!" Mum was listening intently but I noticed a slight smile on her face. "So it's really serious now, is it?" she asked with a grin. "Yes, it is. It's as if I've known him all my life, and I can't imagine life without him." "I felt like that with your dad," she said. "Did you realise that I was only sixteen when I met him?" That came as quite a shock to me, although if I had ever thought about it I should have realised that she could only have been nineteen when I was born. I knew she had just recently turned forty-six. "I've been doubly blessed," she went on. "To meet someone like that once is amazing, but it happened to me twice and you know how happy I am with David." "Yes, mum, I know, but I worried a lot when you moved back to Scotland and left me to fend for myself in Norfolk." "Fend for yourself! You couldn't get your independence quickly enough! But you've done very well with your writing." "That's true, and now I have someone to share it all with." "Does that mean you're going to live together?" "Eventually, yes, but we haven't discussed it yet, let alone made plans. We're still new to each other and there's a lot to enjoy, especially since his folks have welcomed me into their lives." "Let's go back through," she said. "I need to get to know him a bit better." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mum and David were both busy people who had to work, even though it was the holiday week between Christmas and New Year. The plan was for Ronnie and I to have dinner with them every day but to find ways of amusing ourselves during the day. When we got back to the hotel it was already getting late and we hadn't made any plans. We were both tired after a long day, so we just undressed quickly and got into bed, yawning! We cuddled together and just very gently stroked each other to a much-needed climax. We were asleep before we knew it. I woke up to find Ronnie leaning up on his elbow and smiling at me. He immediately leaned in to kiss me. "No worries about anyone hearing us here, is there?" he grinned. "Now we can have some real sex." "Is what we've been doing not real?" "Yes of course, but there's a lot more for us to try. Why have you shaved down there? Do you want me to fuck you?" "Well, I kind of assumed that you'd want to do that eventually, but I've never taken it before, so I don't know what to expect." "We'll have to get you ready first," said Ronnie, "but right now I need you to fuck me. It's been two days since the last time!" Saying that, he reached for a tube of KY which had appeared on the bedside table and started to apply it to both his bum and my cock. He seemed to be in a hurry. As soon as he'd lubed us both up he pushed me onto my back and impaled himself without ceremony on my rampant prick. As ever, the feeling of being so firmly gripped by something that was both tight and deliciously soft made my senses reel. I lay back and just wallowed in sensation after sensation while he used his anal muscles to bring me to a stupendous climax which seemed to go on and on as he continued to milk me. Just as I was wondering why he hadn't cum, his cock started spewing his jizz all over my chest. He didn't touch himself at all but just leaned back and squirted several shots at me. After we had calmed down and separated, I drew him into another cuddle. Our heads were so close together that we could whisper really intimately, and that was very enjoyable too. "Will it be like that for me when you're inside me?" I wondered. "I don't know," he replied. "I know that not everyone likes taking it, and if it turns out that you don't like it, I won't mind. I've been making myself cum by putting things up inside myself since I was fourteen, so I'll be quite happy to always be the bottom to your top." "As long as we're both happy, that's fine," I said, "but I want us to be equal so I want to try it. What do I need to do?" For answer, Ronnie got out of bed and padded over to the dressing table where the package I'd ordered was lying. He'd asked and I'd told him what was in it. Now it was time for him to use his experience and show me how to use these new toys. There were three butt plugs of varying sizes and two dildoes in the box. I hadn't ordered anything too big and was hoping that I'd not be too uncomfortable with them. Ronnie made me turn over on my face and got to work on my bum. He licked all around my crack before pressing his tongue firmly on my anus. Till that moment I had never realised just what a sensitive part of the human anatomy it is. I wriggled and moaned as the sensations spread right round my perineum. After a bit Ronnie drew back and I was aware of a new sensation. "What's that?" I almost shrieked as something long and slim entered me. Then I realised as I felt my anal canal filling up. He was giving me my first douche. After a few minutes he drew it out, told me to clench and hold it in till I got to the ensuite toilet. I sat down and let it go. Being first thing in the morning it was really messy; I'd normally have been having a shit round about then anyway. Another question came to my mind. "How come I managed to fuck you just as soon as we woke up?" He giggled. "I was awake before you, so I went and took a dump, cleaned up and lubed myself and got back into bed while you were still snoring!" "I don't snore!" "Oh yes you do! Kept me awake half the night" I made a grab for him, meaning to tickle him for that last remark, but he dodged away. "Not now," he said, "you're not clean enough yet." He made me lean forward over the handbasin where he'd been refilling the douche while I was excreting. It occurred to me that he must love me to be able to stay in the room while I was doing that. The douche went in again, he told me to hold it in for a little then sit down again. This happened another twice; by that time the water was coming out just as clean as it went in. We went back to the bed and I lay down again. Ronnie took the smallest of the butt plugs, smothered it in lube and then very gently probed my bumhole with it. Naturally I tensed up and it wouldn't go in. "Relax and push down," he said and this time I felt the narrow end between my lips. Although the thing was quite small it still hurt quite a lot as he pushed it in, but Ronnie seemed to be an expert. He talked to me quietly, encouraging me to relax, and suddenly the wide end of the bulb popped in and my sphincter ring closed around the neck. It no longer hurt, but I felt as if I needed another crap. "Right," said Ronnie in a business-like way, "keep it in while we go for a shower. With luck we'll be in time for breakfast." That shower was a very sensuous one, although there was no real sex. We washed each other gently and carefully. The feeling of closeness and of serving and being served in that intimate way brought home to me the extent to which we really were becoming a couple who belonged together. Grandad Ron must have already been aware of that when he wished us well the previous morning. "How does it feel now?" asked Ronnie after we were both dry and had combed our hair and brushed our teeth. "It's still very strange but I think I'm getting used to it." "See if you can keep it in till after breakfast." "Are we wearing kilts today again?" "Of course!" "Will I manage to keep it in with no pants to help?" "Sure, just try to forget about it and let it be there. It's unlikely to fall out. Tell you what, I'll put one in as well and we can compare notes on it over breakfast." Saying that he picked up the largest of the buttplugs, smeared KY on it, reached behind and inserted it into his own bum, where it went in so quickly I was really surprised. Eventually we managed to get dressed and headed for the hotel dining room, where we found that we were just in time for breakfast. What the hotel staff and the other guests would have thought if they could have heard our whispered conversation over the breakfast table, I don't like to imagine! In spite of the continuing strange feeling in my bum, I was amazed to find myself getting turned on by the eroticism of the situation. I was glad I had a table to hide my erection under. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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