Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2022 20:17:42 +0000 From: Scotnat Subject: The Railway Boy Chapter 9 Here is the ninth chapter 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 9 By Scotnat The next morning was Monday, and it felt like it in more ways than one. Although Ronnie called about ten o'clock and we had a long, happy and sexy conversation, I had to get back to work. My gardener was due to appear in the afternoon so I had to put on a fairly civilised appearance. I had also been made aware that Ronnie would be going back to school in another week. But the worst thing was the prospect of four months of only seeing him occasionally and then with very little privacy, until his sixteenth birthday, which would also be Christmas Day. At teatime the same day, I had a phone call from Mary, Ronnie's grandmother. "Jim, I'm sorry to disturb you, but we're dealing with a bear with a very sore head here. As far as we can tell, the only cure for him will be seeing you. Could you be bothered to come down? I can offer you dinner if you haven't already eaten." It took me all of ten seconds to think about it. I was almost as bad as Ronnie apparently was. I'd been moping around all day, trying to write but unable to get any sort of story line flowing, making endless cups of coffee then forgetting to drink them, getting strange looks from Bill the gardener as he tried to have a conversation about plants while I seemed to him to be on another planet. The opportunity to see Ronnie, even for an hour or so, was just too tempting. I told Mary I was on my way. When I pulled up outside the house in Cromer I found Ronnie waiting impatiently on the doorstep. As soon as I entered the front garden he was in my arms! "I've missed you so much today," he sobbed as tears ran down his cheeks, making my face damp as well, since we were holding each other cheek to cheek! I began to realise just how smitten with me he really was. I could feel his erection pressing into my tummy as I held him off the ground with his legs around my waist. As I looked past his head I could see Ron and Mary watching from the sitting room window. I wondered if any of the neighbours were watching, and if so, what they thought! Eventually I let him down gently and suggested we should go indoors. "I've missed you just as much and I love that I've got you back again, but what will the neighbours think if they're watching?" I said and wondered. "Like I care? Do you care? You're here and that's all that matters," said Ronnie as he took me by the hand and led me to the front door. There we were, back where I had been less than twenty-four hours before. It appeared that dinner was ready, so I was ushered straight into the small but immaculate formal dining room. Ronnie insisted on sitting beside me, which made the table arrangements a little lopsided and required moving a place setting and a chair before we could get settled. The next few minutes were taken up with the practicalities of getting the meal under way. Once the meal had been served and we had all begun to eat, the inevitable conversation began. "Jim, we think we may have miscalculated a little yesterday," began Ron. "We thought Ronnie would calm down after a good night's sleep and perhaps take a more relaxed view of things. That didn't happen!" Ronnie had said very little, but held my hand at every possible opportunity. "Yes," added Mary, "at one point I thought I was going to have to take him to the doctor. Moody just doesn't begin to describe it. When he could be persuaded to speak at all, all he would say was `I want Jim.' Eventually I gave in and phoned you. When he heard you were coming he stopped crying and smiled for the first time all day." I looked round at Ronnie and found him gazing back at me. Very softly he said, "I'd only just found you, yesterday was the best day of my life, and I couldn't stand the thought . . ." He faltered and a tear ran down his cheek. I glanced quickly at Ron and Mary, then leaned down and kissed the tear away. When I looked back Mary was smiling, Ron had a blank expression but didn't seem to be angry. "We can't have him like this every day you're not here, Jim," said Ron. "I think we need to plan things a bit better, make some firm arrangements, so that at least he knows when he's going to see you." "I think you're right, and to be honest that will make me happier as well," I replied. "I was pretty bad myself today until Mary phoned. But Ronnie," I turned to him, "no matter how much we would like it, we can't be together all day every day. You understand that? You have school starting soon, and I've got a publishing deadline coming up. I didn't get any work done at all today, and that can't go on. Will you be happier if we make firm plans for the next few weeks, say?" He had listened to all that in silence, although I had expected him to interrupt at least once. He sighed. "Yes, I know I have to be realistic about things, but it'll be hard. Can we at least do a few things this week, before school starts next Tuesday? Then we can work out some sort of routine." I looked at Ron and Mary, and I could tell that they were just as impressed as I was with the maturity he was showing. I raised my eyebrows without saying anything and they both nodded slowly. "OK," I said, "in that case, how would you like to come with me to Norwich tomorrow? I have to go there to meet my agent and I was already dreading another day without you. Will you be all right with that?" I looked at the grandparents again. They nodded. "Why don't you show Jim your room while we clear up?" said Mary. I tried not to look surprised. They had to know what we would do in Ronnie's room. Grandad said nothing but started to lift dishes. Ronnie took my hand and led me to the stairs and up to the landing. His room was the first on the left. He gave me no time to look around, however. As soon as the door was shut he grabbed me round the waist and started kissing me in earnest. What was I supposed to do? I kissed him back of course, then I picked him up and laid him gently on the bed. Without separating our lips I managed to undo the waist button of his shorts, unzip him and pushed them down to his knees. Like yesterday, he had no underpants on. His cock sprang up into my hand. I kissed down to his neck then used my free hand to push his t-shirt up to his armpits. That allowed me to kiss and suck his nipples. By this time his head was flung back and he was moaning intensely. "Sh, they'll hear you," I whispered urgently. "So what, they know we're going to have sex. They won't interrupt us." I kissed his beautiful face again, then went back to his nipples, then his tummy. I let go of his cock and started fondling his balls instead. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked once or twice. That was all it took -- my mouth was filled with a surprising amount of sperm. It was almost sweet to the taste. I sucked him dry then moved up and kissed him again, slipping some of his spunk into his mouth. Our tongues rolled against each other with Ronnie's sperm on both. Eventually we both swallowed and things calmed down. "Can I do you now?" he asked quietly. "No," I said, "I'll explain why later but this was just for you. We'd better go back down, and I'll have to leave soon. I'll come and pick you up at 9.30 tomorrow morning, OK?" "OK," he sighed, "but I don't know how I'll be able to wait till then. Will you phone me when you get home?" "Of course I will," and with that I helped him to get dressed again and we went downstairs. I was amazed to find his grandparents sitting in the lounge with the TV on, Ron looking at a newspaper, Mary with some knitting in her hands, and both looking as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. I wondered why they had changed so much overnight. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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