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Subject: The Railway Boy Part 7 Here is the seventh chapter of The Railway Boy. I hope it’s been worth waiting for. 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. I’d also like very much to hear your comments on it. My email address is shown above. The Railway Boy Chapter 7 By Scotnat “Hello! We’re home!” As Ronnie called out, pulling me through the front door behind him, I suddenly felt something like a massive punch in the gut. I felt sick. I was about to meet a respectable elderly couple, whose 15 year old grandson I had fucked just a few hours earlier. What would they do if they found out? Would they realise without being told that Ronnie and I had been having sex? If so, would they call the police and have me arrested? I was terrified. Still holding my hand, Ronnie led me into the living room, where the elderly couple were just getting to their feet. Ronnie went straight to his grandmother and they hugged. Grandfather stood just behind his wife and gave me a long considering stare. As Ronnie stayed in his gran’s arms but turned slightly towards me, his grandfather stepped past them and confronted me. I realised that I didn’t even know their names! I hadn’t even asked Ronnie his surname. Nothing was said until Ronnie broke the silence. “Gran, grandad, this is Jim. He’s actually James Yorke, the writer of those books that I enjoy so much. Meeting him today was just amazing! Jim, meet Ron and Mary Alcroft, my grandparents.” After a slight hesitation, Mr Alcroft held out his hand and we shook. “Hello, Jim. You’ve certainly made quite an impression on the rascal here,” he said but with a twinkle in his eye. I relaxed slightly. “He’s made an impression on me too,” I replied. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like him before.” Ronnie had stood aside from his grandmother and she now izmit escort bayan stepped forward in turn. “Welcome, Jim,” she said. “Will you stay long enough for a cup of tea?” I accepted that invitation. Turning to Ronnie, she said “Ronnie dear, why don’t you come and help me to get it ready?” The two of them disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. I thought, Ah, Grandad wants to get me on my own! “Ronnie tells us you have a lovely garden at your home in Blakeney. Would you like to see round ours while we’re waiting for the tea?” Of course, I had to say yes, although I pointed out immediately that I wasn’t a gardener and that I paid someone to do that for me. “Lucky you!” was Ron’s only comment. Their garden was just as lovely as mine, rather smaller and very different of course; but I actually found that I was enjoying strolling round it and listening to Ron telling me about various plants, about his plans for changes here and there, general garden chat in fact. Eventually we drew to a stop at the furthest point away from the house and Ron turned to face me. “Don’t be too alarmed, Jim,” he said, “but I have to speak to you privately. Ronnie says he has fallen in love with you and wants to be your boyfriend. Are you aware of that?” I nodded slowly and silently. “I take it you’re gay?” Again I nodded. “Are you a paedophile?” he asked bluntly, staring me straight in the eyes. I took my time formulating my reply. “I don’t think so, I hope not,” I said slowly. “Until today I’ve never had a boyfriend at all, not ever; and although I might occasionally enjoy the scenery, so to speak, I’ve certainly never had any serious thoughts about someone as young as Ronnie.” “In that case I must ask you — what are your intentions towards my grandson?” Again I took my time. “I realise that it must seem quite preposterous, given that I only met him this morning,” I said, “but if Ronnie has fallen in love with me, then I have to say that I am equally in love with him.” Ron raised his eyebrows but said nothing, waiting for more. “In case you’re wondering,” I went on, “he approached me, not the other way round, and things developed from there. I have already promised him that I will never do anything to hurt him, izmit escort and I want to make that promise to you too.” “Yes, that matches what he told us. Jim, you seem like a nice guy and I want to trust you, but I have to say that Mary and I aren’t completely happy yet. We’ve had his assurances, and now yours, but he is only fifteen as you know. He’ll be sixteen in four months time — he’s a Christmas baby, did you know that? Until then I think we’d like to ask you to put the brakes on. Will you be OK with that?” What could I say? It was so much better than what might have been. This man was essentially asking me to wait four months and then — apparently — my relationship with Ronnie would have his blessing. I decided to change the subject. “Can you tell me about his parents? He avoided saying anything when the subject came up earlier. I wondered if he’s still rather fragile, in spite of having you.” “It’s a long story,” said Ron. “His mother — our daughter Catherine, our only child — got pregnant with Ronnie when she was exactly the age he is now. That’s one of the reasons we’re being cautious. So far we’ve always trusted Ronnie and brought him up to make his own decisions and he’s never let us down. We told him this morning that he’s old enough to choose his own friends, but boyfriends! It seems very sudden. Anyway, Catherine’s boyfriend was a bit of a rogue, we’d never liked him, he was older than Catherine, and the minute he realised she was pregnant he left town and was never heard of again. Catherine was against termination so she went through the pregnancy with our support. Once Ronnie was born she wanted her freedom back — she was still only sixteen — so she began going out, meeting friends and so on, depending on us to look after her baby. I’m afraid that she got into bad company eventually.” Ron paused and blinked. I realised that this was very hard for him. “After a while we realised that she’d become hooked on drugs, and it was all downhill after that. She was staying out more and more, leaving all Ronnie’s care to us. It was just after Ronnie’s fourth birthday that she took off for London. She said she was going to try and build a life there, but of course the London izmit kendi evi olan escort drugs scene is far worse than here. Her phone calls got less and less frequent and ultimately stopped altogether.” He took a deep breath to steady himself. “We haven’t heard from her at all since. We don’t even know if she’s still alive or not.” By the time he’d finished he had tears in his eyes, and so did I. “Ron,” I said, “thank you for sharing all that with me. I see how hard it is for you. Earlier today Ronnie made me promise never to leave him. That makes a lot of sense now. But seeing what a self-confident young man he is, I must say he’s a credit to you and Mary. It’s amazing, actually, that he isn’t more introverted. But to me he is a beautiful young man who deserves security and a lot of loving. I hope I can give him that. As for your terms and conditions” — he smiled briefly at my use of that phrase — “I’ve been without a boyfriend all my life so far; I can wait another four months! I hope you don’t mean that I’m not to see him at all for that time? I don’t think he would accept that without protest.” “No, you’re right, Jim, he wouldn’t. You can see him, you can take him out occasionally as you would if you were dating a girl. We’ll expect you to come here for meals occasionally, and you can expect to be a big part of his birthday celebrations when the time comes. But we’d better go in now. Mary will hardly be able to keep him away from us much longer and I’m sure the tea must be ready long ago.” He offered me his hand again and I shook it firmly, looking him straight in the eye as I did so. When we got back into the sitting room, Mary was in an armchair and Ronnie was sitting at one end of the settee. I made to go past him to the other armchair but he grabbed my hand and dragged me down beside him. “You can’t sit in grandad’s chair,” he grinned. “How do you take your tea, Jim?” Mary asked, reaching for the teapot on the coffee table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sorry — no sex in this chapter! I’ll try to make up for it next time. I found this chapter quite difficult to write but I thought it was essential to the ongoing story. I hope you’ll stay with me for more about Jim and Ronnie. Meantime, please remember to donate to Nifty whenever you can, as much as you can afford. It’s a wonderful site, free to use for both writers and readers, so if you value it as much as I do, then it needs your financial support. Thank you from Scotnat.

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