Date: Thu, 08 Jul 2021 16:20:58 +0000
From: Scotnat <r.motorman@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Railway Boy Chapter 5

Here is the fifth 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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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.

The Railway Boy

Chapter 5

The only problem now was that I couldn't really see his beautiful bum as I
began to make love to it. To him. I was totally hard again. No wonder, this
incredible boy was rubbing his bum crack gently but insistently against my
cock. I put my arms right around him and pulled him close. He leaned his
head back on my shoulder, turned to look at me, and said:

	"Fuck me, please, Jim." I hesitated.

	"Ronnie, I've never done this before, but I'm pretty sure it will
hurt the first time, maybe the first few times. Are you sure you want
this?"

	"Never been more sure of anything in my life. Like I said, I've
been waiting for the right man for me to come along and I've dreamed of
being fucked by him. Now that I've found you I don't want to wait any
longer."

	"You're a virgin?"

	"Yes, I've never known anyone I wanted to do it with. I want you to
be my first. But I know what you say is true, and I've been trying to
prepare myself for this. If you take it slow I should be fine."

	"You're going to be my first as well, so we need to make it as good
as possible, don't you think? Let's go to bed and be as comfortable as we
can."

	"Mmmmmm, yes let's," he replied dreamily.

I put my hands under his thighs and stood up, lifting him in front of me as
I did so. The feel of his bare skin against mine was intoxicating. My
erection stayed as hard as ever, rubbing against him as I walked. I didn't
put him down but carried him into my bedroom, which was right next to my
writing room. Thank goodness I had changed the sheets and made the bed
before I went out this morning!

Laying him down on the bed was a bit of a performance, given that he was
facing away from me and my two hands were both under his bottom. I was in
danger of losing my balance as I moved one hand up to his chest, leaned
forward and put him on the bed, on his hands and knees. As soon as I let go
he rolled over on his back and opened his arms to me. I lay down on top of
him and looked deep into his eyes. He looked just as intently back.

So, so slowly I brought my mouth down to his. I wanted to kiss him but I
didn't want to lose sight of him either; I couldn't get enough of just
enjoying the sight of his beautiful nude body, his handsome face and
especially his glorious eyes. Like deep pools of water on a peat moor,
clear but dark brown at the same time, I could happily have met my end
drowning in them. Nevertheless, I gave in to the urge to kiss him. My eyes
closed as our lips met. After a time we found we needed to move -- our legs
were hanging over the side of the bed. I got off and climbed past him,
lying down properly between him and the wall. I drew him after me and this
time he ended up lying on top. Those eyes again! I couldn't get enough of
them.

Having him on top of me meant that I could use both hands to stroke his
back, eventually stroking down to his bum. I fondled his butt cheeks one in
each hand. I squeezed, pulled apart, then stroked again. This is what my
hands were made for. These lovely soft globes felt so smooth and so shapely
under my hands, I wanted this never to stop. But I wanted to see it as
well; I wanted to nuzzle into it, kiss it, lick it, and yes, ultimately I
wanted to fuck it. Very gently I rolled him off me, then over on to his
tummy on the mattress. I got behind him and knelt between his legs. He lay
there with his head on his arms. He was purring with pleasure and
anticipation.

Making it last as much as possible, I lowered my face till I made contact
with his bum. It felt even better against my cheeks than it had in my
hands. I rubbed my face all over it for a long time. Eventually I drew my
nose down his crack. I could tell he was very clean, thank goodness. I
worked my way into his most secret place and kissed his rosebud. He
squirmed and moaned. When I drew my tongue across it, it twitched at my
touch.

In spite of having cum just an hour or so before, my cock was as hard as I
had ever known it. I knew that I needed to do what it was now clear that we
both wanted. Although I had no experience, I was aware from surfing the net
that I needed some sort of lube to ease my way in. What could I use? I
kissed the back of Ronnie's neck as I eased myself off the bed.

	"Don't go away, I'll be back in a minute."

A small bottle of olive oil from the kitchen seemed to be the best I could
find; I brought it back to the bedroom where Ronnie was still lying
patiently where I had left him. I dribbled some oil into his crack and
worked it around and into his hole with my fingers. As my finger went
deeper I seemed to touch something that made him react a lot. That must be
the prostate that I had read so much about. I continued to massage his
tunnel with my fingers. He was obviously getting more and more worked up.

	"Jim, please! I want you inside me now," he begged as he rolled his
bum around my fingers. I poured some of the oil into my hand and rubbed it
all over my cock. I only just managed to avoid cumming as I did so.

	"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

	"Yes, please just do it!"

I gripped his hips and pulled him up on to his knees. I knelt between his
legs and placed my erection against his hole. When I pushed forward it
slipped upwards between his cheeks. Try again. This time I held it as I
pushed gently but firmly. Eventually his muscle relaxed and my cockhead
slipped in. Ronnie tensed up and took a very deep breath.

	"Are you OK? Do you want me to stop?"

	"Just give me a minute. Stay there." A minute or so later, "OK,
push in further."

My cock is nothing special, pretty average in length and width, so I
reckoned I wasn't really likely to hurt him. I did as he asked and since I
saw no adverse reaction from him, I kept pushing slowly until I could go no
further. I was right inside him and the feeling on my cock was amazing. His
insides were so velvety smooth and gripped me like a tight sleeve. The
whole world seemed to revolve around my cock at that moment. I found myself
whispering the only words that came to mind:

	"I love you, Ronnie."

	"Please make love to me now, Jim."

I was aware of a change; he was no longer asking me to fuck him but to make
love to him. I bent over his back, holding him close with both arms around
his tummy. I pulled back a little and slid back in. Fireworks were going
off in my body. I did it again. More fireworks. I was aware of him sliding
his knees down the mattress and taking me with him. He ended up lying flat
on his tummy with me on his back, my cock firmly embedded within him.

	"I love you too. Now go for it!"

By this time I could not have held back even if he had asked me to. Slowly
at first, then with increasing force I started to fuck him properly. Bear
in mind that this was my first ever real sexual experience. Can you imagine
how I felt? I was aroused like never before in my life, I was on top of
this beautiful, soft, shapely creature with my cock deep inside him,
feeling as if it would burst into flame at any moment. I stopped worrying
about him, I fucked harder and the feelings in my cock became the only
thing of which I had any awareness.

I knew that my orgasm was close. As I kept pumping away I felt his tube
gripping me even tighter. I exploded inside his bum, rabbit fucking to
drive every last drop of my spunk into him. It seemed to go on for ever,
although it was probably less than a minute. I'd never had an orgasm like
it -- since my only previous orgasms had been through masturbation, that
was not really surprising, was it? Eventually it stopped and I collapsed on
top of him, panting from the effort. My chin was on his shoulder. He lazily
turned his head towards me and kissed my lips.

	"Thank you," he said, "that was everything I hoped it would be. I'm
all yours for ever now if you want me."

	"Ronnie, I can't believe we only met this morning, but I feel the
same. You're what I've been waiting for all my life. I'm yours too for as
long as you want me."

	He giggled.

	"You may change your mind when you see the mess I've made of your
sheet."

He pushed me off his back then rolled to his side. Sure enough, he had cum
as well, cum rather a lot in fact, and there was a large damp patch on the
bed under him. I drew him against me and we lay there face to face,
pressing our bodies together. We kissed again, slowly but passionately. It
was perhaps no surprise that, fulfilled relaxed and comfortable as we were,
we both fell asleep.

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I had intended always to have next week's episode written before I post
this week's, but best-laid plans of mice and men etc! This is as far as The
Railway Boy has got. I'm finding it difficult to find the time to write, so
I can't guarantee when the next chapter will appear. If you'd like a
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