Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2021 13:09:29 +0000
From: Scotnat <r.motorman@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Railway Boy 3

Here is the third instalment 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
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The Railway Boy

Chapter 3

When we eventually managed to get out of the tearoom and had both had a
good laugh, I still looked as if I had wet myself of course, but at least I
wasn't rock hard at the moment.

"So Ronnie, back to the station then?"

"Actually, Jim, could we go to your place please? I'd like to see where you
write my favourite books and stuff." I wondered what kind of stuff he had
in mind, but I knew what I would like it to be.

"Won't your grandparents worry about you?"

"I'll phone them if you like, but I said I might not be home till after
teatime. They trust me a lot. They say I'm old enough to choose my own
friends, and anyway, I'd like to get to know you better."

I began thinking how little I really knew about him. "Where do you live,
Ronnie?" I asked.

	"Cromer," he replied.

	"OK, I can get you back to Cromer later. I came here in the bus, so
it'll have to be the bus back to Blakeney. There's one due in about five
minutes. You happy with that?"

	"You bet," he said eagerly

As we waited for the bus, a looked at him closely while he chattered away.
I wondered just how much of an exhibitionist he was; even on a day of
heatwave such as this, it would never have occurred to me at his age to
wander around various villages of Norfolk with so few clothes on. His bare
torso was nicely tanned, so it seemed he liked to enjoy the sun on his
skin. I knew of course that his red shorts had nothing underneath; they and
a pair of flipflops were all he was wearing. The shorts fitted him snugly
and showed off the curves of his delectable bottom to perfection. At one
point, since there seemed to be no-one nearby, I gave in to temptation and
stroked his bum with the palm of my hand. He stopped talking for a moment,
wriggled against me and grinned broadly. He glanced around before he spoke
again.

	"Do you like my bum?"

	"Damned right I do!" I replied. "I love everything about you, but
your bum -- what I've seen and felt of it so far -- is just about perfect!
Are you OK with me touching it?"

	"I love when you stroke me. You can do it some more when we get to
your place."

Well, that was obviously the agenda set for the afternoon. He seemed to be
happy for our acquaintanceship to move quickly to friendship then to
something more. I couldn't believe my luck.

The bus turned out to be nearly empty, and we were several rows from anyone
else as we took a double seat right at the back. Ronnie went in next the
window and I sat beside him. Bus seats being what they are, it was
inevitable that our legs touched. I was feeling the pheromones he was
emiting pretty strongly by now. This boy wanted me, I could tell. As we
chatted, I let my hand lie next to his and waited to see what he would
do. He raised his hand to point out something in a field, then laid it down
on top of mine. I rubbed my thumb gently into his palm. He took my hand and
laid it palm down on his thigh. I was already almost cumming in my shorts.
I'd never met a boy like this before -- so beautiful, so articulate and so
helluva sexy!

I stroked the inside of his thigh gently for the rest of the journey, which
didn't last long. Every so often we would catch each others' eye and grin.
When we had to move to get off the bus, I had to adjust my cock up to the
waistband of my shorts to try and hide my hardon from the busdriver. I
noticed that Ronnie did the same.

The bus dropped us by the roadside before reaching Blakeney; there were
hedges and trees on both sides. Ronnie looked around.

	"Where are we? Is this it? Where's your house?"

I took him by the hand and turned him around so he was looking on the same
side of the road as we were standing on. We walked just a few steps along
and came to a gap in the hedge, as wide as a gate, but you couldn't see the
gate until you turned into it. The gate was set back from the road by
several yards. I opened the gate, led Ronnie through and closed it again.
We were faced by a narrow private road between the trees; at the end of it
you could just see part of my house, the rest was still hidden by the
trees. It was totally secluded from the road and about half a mile from the
village.

Ronnie reacted with delight. He ran forward a few steps, put his arms in
the air and did a pirouette. Then he really amazed me. My earlier question
about his exhibitionism was answered. He pushed his red shorts down and
right off, waved them in the air, then came running back and took a flying
leap into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist. I instinctively put
my arms round him to stop him falling and found I was holding his bum in
both hands.

With his nose practically touching mine, he grinned again, that wonderful
beaming grin that I had loved from the moment I first saw him.

	"This is great! It's so private, I love it. We can be naked here
all day and no-one will know! When are you going to strip off?"

	"Whoa, hold on a minute," I stammered. "Do you want us both to be
naked? Don't you think it might be inappropriate, given our ages?"

	"Why, what age are you? I told you I'm 15."

	"I'm 27, and until you're 16, anything between us is against the
law. You really shouldn't be doing this."

	"You're no fun! Who's going to know? Come on, let's see this house
of yours."

He slipped down to his feet, took my hand and dragged me along -- towards
my own house. I was left carrying his red shorts. As he seemed intent on
looking ahead to the cottage, I took the opportunity to hold them to my
nose and take a deep breath. The musk of his body filled my nose and my
cock, which was already half hard (as it had been since before lunch) now
seemed to take on a life of its own. I was as hard as I could ever remember
being. The sight of Ronnie's exquisite little bum wiggling a little as he
ran ahead of me only made me harder.

I unlocked the front door and let us in. There was only a small courtyard
at the front of the house with just enough room to turn my car. Everything
of interest was at the back. Ronnie exclaimed with delight as he looked
through the patio doors at my garden. The main feature was a large square
lawn, surrounded by well tended flower beds. At the far side of it a fence
with a rambling rose separated off the vegetable garden beyond. It would
have been little short of miraculous if I had maintained it so
immaculately. In actual fact I have a gardener who comes in twice a week of
so.

Ronnie was right about one thing; the privacy was total. The entire
property was bounded to left and right by the trees which extended along
the road side for over a mile. Straight ahead beyond the garden there was
an open view of farmland with not a house in sight. It was perfect for
someone who likes to be nude when the weather is right. Ronnie was correct
about that too! Fortunately my gardener was a very broad minded guy, but I
wondered what he would have thought if he caught Ronnie and me naked
together. I knew however that he wasn't coming today.

I opened the patio doors and Ronnie, still completely naked, ran out over
the path between the flower borders and ran right round the lawn before
stopping in the centre and looking back at me. I was left standing just
outside the house, still fully clothed, lost in admiration for the beauty
of the young man who had brought such a new dimension to my already
beautiful garden. I had changed my mind about one thing. Ronnie definitely
wasn't a boy; although nowhere near fully grown, he was nevertheless very
much a young man. The rigid erection of his penis confirmed that.

	"Come on Jim, strip off and come out here! This is magic!"

I shrugged my shoulders, pulled off my t-shirt, stepped out of my shorts
and let my own erection spring free, as it had been desperate to do for
hours. As a stepped on to the grass, Ronnie sprang at me again and leapt
into my arms. We stood there in the middle of my lawn and hugged and
embraced for several minutes. He only came up to my shoulder, so my cock
was rubbing against his waist, while I could feel his touching my thigh.

With his hands behind my back, Ronnie began to slip down on to his knees.
He looked closely at my cock, gently stroking my bum as he did so. I was
beginning to leak precum. Next thing I knew he was licking it off, then he
licked my balls, then the length of my shaft. I was too much for me, I had
been so aroused for so long that I just couldn't hold off any longer.  My
orgasm hit with ferocious strength and I blasted spunk all over Ronnie's
beautiful face. He hadn't even had time to get his lips around my tip. He
licked the last drops off my cock, licked his lips, looked up at me and
grinned that wonderful grin that I'd seem so often already.

	"Well, that was a good start," he said,