Date: Thu, 01 Jul 2021 10:28:48 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: The Railway Boy 4 Here is the fourth 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 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. The Railway Boy Chapter 4 I felt weak at the knees and began to slump down. Ronnie, already on his knees of course, held me till our faces were more or less level. He leant into me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I kissed back and he opened his lips, allowing my tongue in. Gradually the downward progress continued for us both until we were both lying on the grass, which was warm, soft and comfortable. We lay there in each other's arms, kissing and stroking those parts of our bodies that were within reach. "You haven't cum yet," I said and began moving towards his cock. "No hurry, we've got all afternoon," he replied, "and anyway, you were getting desperate, weren't you?" "Yes I was, and I suppose I should say thanks for bringing me off. You've done that before, haven't you?" "Yes, once or twice." "Dare I ask who with?" "A couple of boys at school. None of them as sexy as you." "As me? Compared to you I'm an old man. Why do you think I'm sexy?" "Because you are. I turn you on, don't I? You could hardly hold it in but you managed it. I've been wanting to make you cum since we were on the train together." "So do I turn you on? Aren't you just as desperate to cum? How have you managed to hold off?" "Because I wanted to get to know you properly. I know I'm only 15, but the moment I saw you looking at me from that other train I felt I had to find you and meet you. I've always fancied older men and I've been looking for my ideal man for a while. I think you're it. What about you? Do you like boys?" "To be honest, I'd never thought so before today. You're so special, and you made it so obvious you were coming on to me that I had no choice but to go along with it." "But you are gay, aren't you?" "Yes, but although you might not believe it, I've never been with another guy, older or younger." "Really? Not at school? Not at university? Did you go to university?" "There was no-one at school that fancied me the way I fancied them, and no, I didn't go to uni. By the time I was in sixth form I'd had my first story published and been offered a contract by my publisher. I decided just to go straight into writing and I've hardly had a chance to meet anyone since then." "Well, you've met someone now. I've loved your books for a couple of years, and now I love you, and I can't hold out much longer." I realised that his cock had been rock hard against me all this time. I started licking my way down his body. I took my time over his lovely little pink nipples. I turned him over at one point so that I could lick his back, between his shoulder blades, down to just below his waist but I stopped short of his bum. That was a pleasure that I didn't want to rush into. I rolled him on to his side and licked right down his right side. For some reason, I've always been particularly turned on by the bare skin at the sides of a guy's buttocks. Actually I know the reason: there was one boy at school who, when we went swimming together, wore very revealing swimming trunks; not those horrible shorts they all wear nowadays, but more like the kind usually called Speedos now, except that these had strings or elastic joining the waist front to back and the legs front to back as well, so that a strip of skin a couple of inches wide was left bare at his sides. Seen side on, he looked as near nude as it would have been possible to get. That boy wore those totally unconcerned, quite unaware of the effect he was having on me, I'm sure; but I had great difficulty keeping my hardon under control whenever he was around. I've loved that side view ever since. So as I lay there beside Ronnie with one hand on his bum, the other grasping his cock for the first time, I couldn't stop kissing the side of the very top of his leg. I rubbed my cheek against him, kissed and licked him there again. As I began to get hard again I could feel his cock start to throb in my hand, so I knew he was close. I moved my mouth round and took the head within my lips. He exploded immediately, almost as hard as I had, and for the first time in my life I had a mouthful of spunk. I was amazed how much I loved the taste. Ronnie was whimpering with pleasure as I sucked to see if he had any more to give. When he eventually pulled away from me, I moved back up face to face and kissed him again, allowing some of his spunk to cross from my mouth into his. He didn't swallow immediately but rolled it around his tongue then passed it back to me. Finally we both swallowed. He still had quite a lot of mine on his face; I licked it off and shared that with him as well. I was quite used to the taste of my own semen, but I was surprised how much sweeter his was. I wondered if that was normal for young boys. There on the lawn of my back garden, our naked bodies bathed in the sunshine of that late August day, we lay snuggled together. Quite honestly, I don't think I had ever been happier. I felt as if I had come home. . . . . . . . . . . . . After a time I struggled back to my feet and reached a hand down to help Ronnie up. We snatched another quick kiss, then I said, "I'm hungry. How about you?" "Come to think, yes, it's been a couple of hours since lunch. I could do with a drink too." "Come on inside and we'll see what I can find." Back indoors, I led him into the kitchen and sat him down at the breakfast bar. "Snack or dinner?" "Oh, dinner will take too long and it's too early anyway. Let's have a snack." "Ice cream?" "Sounds great!" It was certainly a day for ice cream. I dug in the freezer. Being rather fond of ice cream myself, I always have some in the house. I filled two generous bowls and offered him a choice of ready sauces. He chose butterscotch, my favourite too. For a few minutes we sat and supped companionably. I found a couple of cans of coke in the fridge and that went down well with Ronnie also. I began to be aware of the situation. I was sitting in my kitchen stark naked, with a stark naked teenager watching my every move. I found it rather ridiculous and started to giggle. That got Ronnie giggling as well, and soon the two of us were laughing our heads off. "What's so funny," he asked as we began to calm down a bit. "Well, it's like this," I replied. "I'm naked, you're naked, we've just had sex together, you're under the legal age and I'm quite well known, maybe even famous in my own field. If anyone ever finds out about this, I'll land in jail and my career will be over. But you know what, right now I'm so happy I don't care. But it is a bit incongruous, and that's what's funny." "I'm glad you're happy," said Ronnie, "because I am too, and that's why you've got nothing to worry about. Unless someone walks through that door right now, no-one is going to find out. I'm here because I want to be, we're naked because it feels right on this hot day and we had sex because we both wanted it." "You're an incredible young man, Ronnie, but what about your grandparents. Even if nothing is ever said, won't they be suspicious?" "Like I said before, they know I'm gay and they're supportive of that. They know I fancy you and wanted to meet you. They'll probably work it out but they won't mind as long as you don't hurt me." "That's one thing that's certain. Ronnie; I could never hurt you. I love you too much." Where had that come from? Had I just said that? Had I fallen in love with this beautiful boy on the basis of half a day's acquaintanceship? I knew I had a lot to sort out for myself. Ronnie however seemed to have no such hangups. "May I see where you do your writing now, please?" "Sure, but it's nothing special, you know. It's this way." The room where I write my books is the smallest in the house, intended as a single bedroom, and a very small one at that. It contains quite a large desk, because I like to spread papers around as I work, a computer, and office chair and a large comfy armchair which I retire to sometimes when I need to plan the next plot move. Ronnie looked around, seemingly quite awestruck. "If you promise never to tell a soul, Ronnie, I'll let you into a secret." "What's that?" "Remember as we were coming down the drive you commented how private it is and how easy to be naked here?" "Yes." "Well, I like being naked and I quite often do my writing in the nude!" "Wow! Doesn't that get distracting?" "No, it's nothing sexy usually, it's just total comfort. I find I can concentrate well that way." "May I sit at your desk?" "Go ahead. It'll give me something to remember the next time I'm working there. Mind you, that will be a distraction!" Ronnie slid onto my desk chair and looked at the computer. I settled back on the armchair. It was so erotic suddenly, seeing this beautiful naked youth sitting at my desk, that my cock which had gone to sleep for the past while began to stir and sit up. Ronnie looked round and noticed. Without a word he left the desk and came across to me. He turned around and reversed into my lap. His bum made contact and rubbed against my erection, which suddenly got a lot harder. He wiggled his bum again. "Ronnie," I gasped, "do you not think this is going too far?" "You said you love my bum, but you haven't made love to it yet," he said and wiggled it a bit more. I put my arms around him and pulled him closer.