Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2011 16:59:30 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: THe Boy From Sweden


Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual play
between young boys.  If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your
taste, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should not
read any further.

Story Written and Posted by
   This Boys Life


   This story focuses on two boys, and their budding relationship.  One, a
twelve year old Swedish boy, and the other a seventeen year old American
boy.  The story takes place in Orebro Sweden, roughly 120 miles west of
Stockholm.


			    The Boy From Sweden


   It was a long flight from Portland International Airport to Stockholm
Sweden.  I have to admit I was feeling the jet lag as soon as I arrived.
It's summer vacation, and after hounding my parents for nearly the entire
school year, they finally relented and allowed me to spend six weeks, by
myself in Sweden.
   Well, not entirely by myself mind you.  My dad works with a friend of
his in Portland, who is of Swedish decent.  His grandfather, Bodil Hansson
has a small farm just outside of Orebro Sweden.  It was arranged that I
could spend my summer there, and in exchange for my room and board, I would
help with his farm.  He desperately needed someone, so this was, more or
less as a part time job.

   All of this was fine by me.  I wanted to get away for awhile, and get a
chance to see and be part of a foreign culture.  Scandinavian countries
like Denmark and Sweden always interested me, so I jumped at this chance.
   My name is Erik by the way.  I just turned seventeen and finished my
junior year of high school.  I'm into sports, and in pretty good shape;
though I'm not that tall, standing just about five foot nine (If I'm
wearing thick socks).  I have medium length brown hair and pale blue eyes,
and as my mom says, a great smile.  Moms! Go figure.

   Mr. Hansson had volunteered to pick me up in Stockholm at the airport.
I could have taken the train to Orebro, but he had errands in the city
anyway, so this worked out great for both of us.  He had just picked me up,
and now as he drove us home, I was anxiously looking around trying to get a
feel for the countryside.  Mr. Hansson, like most Swede's, speaks very good
English, so it was easy to communicate; though he slipped in a word or two
of Swedish from time to time, that kind of threw me.
   "So, I suppose you are hungry, ja? He asked
   "No sir, I'm good.  We had a meal on the flight." I responded.  He
smiled at me.
   "No need to call me sir." he instructed.  "I'm too old to need that.
Det är typ av du."  (It is kind of you.)  He smiled, and pointed out some
landmarks that he thought I might be interested in, as we drove the nearly
hundred and twenty miles to Orebro. "We will have supper when we get home."
   "Thank you sir, uh, I mean Mr. Hansson."
   "Still too formal son.  Just call me Bodil, ja." He smiled again.
   "Ja sir..." I answered.  My first try at anything Swedish.  Bodil
laughed warmly, making me feel quite comfortable.  I guess I dozed off for
a bit, because all of a sudden it was nearly dark, and we were pulling into
a long driveway that led to a cozy looking older farmhouse; though there
was a modern looking barn off to one side.  It was getting late, since my
flight didn't get in till around 8:00pm Sweden time, and the drive must
have taken two hours.

   We got out of Mr. Hansson, uh, I mean Bodil's car, and I gathering up my
one suitcase and we walked toward the house.  The door opened, and an
older, yet very pretty woman came out to greet us.
   "Hej, trevligt att träffas.  Hello, nice to meet you." She greeted me
warmly.
   "Thank you.  Thanks for letting me stay with you." I said.
   "You are welcome... Varsågod." she smiled. "Come in please, you must be
hungry, yes?"
   "A little." I answered. "But please don't go to any trouble."
   "No, not at all.  It is ready for you."  She stepped back and led me
into their kitchen.  I loved the feel of their home.  It was old and
simple; and it just felt, warm.  She had me sit at the table in the kitchen
nook.  Bodil looked at his wife.
   "Where is Bo?" he asked.
   "Ah, the pojken (boy) was tired after his ride.  He has gone to bed
already." She told him.  Mr. Hansson looked over at me to explain.
   "Bo is our grandson." He smiled.  He is staying the summer as well.  He
is so much into cycling; he loves to ride.  He trains to try and make the
local cycling team.  You will meet him tomorrow then."

   With that, Mr. Hansson sat at the table, and his wife served us up some
stew that she had made for us.  It was great, and I pounded down several
bowls and some fresh bread.  When I had finished, Mr. Hansson said he would
show me my room.  Since Bo was also staying there with them, it turned out
my room was out in the barn.
   I was a little shocked when he told me that; but when we got out to the
barn I found that it was quite modern, and had a nice bedroom and shower
built inside of it.  Bodil had built it himself, as quarters for his farm
help; when he had any.
   "Here you are." he said.  "There are towels and such, and there is the
bath.  There is a small 'dorm' refrigerator, so if you want to have drinks
and food you can use that, ja.  Sorry you are not in the house, but, with
your age you may prefer a little more privacy anyway.  Ja?"
   "Yes.  This is more than fine sir.  Uh, Bodil.  Thank you."
   "Sure, sure.  No work tomorrow.  Give you some time to rest and settle
in. Okej?"
   "Ja, thank you." I smiled.  He grinned back at me, and then headed back
to the house.

   This was so cool.  I felt like an adult almost.  My own room, separate
from the house; ya this was awesome.  I put my clothes into the closet, and
the set of drawers that were there.  The dresser looked like something from
IKEA, and I had to laugh at that.  Duh, Sweden, IKEA...  Of course.
   I walked out into the barn, just to peek around.  It was a concrete
floor, all nice and clean.  Farm tools, and a four wheel drive ATV; for
hauling stuff around no doubt.  I looked over and saw a nice Specialized
brand road bicycle.  It was fairly new, and I figured it belonged to Bo,
the grandson I hadn't met yet.  I used to bike all the time myself.  In
fact, one of my best friend's dad back home, owns a bike shop.  So I have
spent a fair bit of time working there on weekends and such.  From the size
of the bike, a 50mm, I guessed that Bo must be about five foot four or so.
   It hit me now that I was kinda tired, so I went back into my room and
got ready for bed.  I pulled down the covers of the bed, and stripped off
my clothes.  Wearing just my briefs I climbed into the soft, comfortable
bed.

   I lay there for a moment, and then with a smile I decided to jerk off.
It would be my first time in a foreign country after all, so that was kinda
cool.  I slipped my shorts down off my hips, and took hold of my flaccid
dick, fingering it to make it grow.
   I started thinking about my buddies back home.  I'm not sure, I kinda
think I'm 'bi', cause even though I like girls, I have had a lot of fun
with a couple of my bro's over the years.  Since I was about eleven, when
we used to jack off together.
   That led to other things of course, and some of the best sex stuff I
ever had was with my guy friends, rather than girl friends.  Anyway, I was
thinking about one of them now as I cranked my meat.  Like I said before,
I'm very athletic, but not all that big.  Well, that's true down there as
well I guess.  I'm circumcised, and my dick's just shy of six inches when
hard.  I have a small tight patch of brown pubes, but my legs are still
kinda smooth, with only fine silky hair; and the rest of my body is bare.
That's ok.  Too much hair is kinda gross if you ask me.

   Anyway, I quickly got into a nice rhythm, and it didn't take long to
work myself into a frenzy.  So lying there, thinking about my buddy Colin
giving me a blowjob, I quickly reached my first foreign climax.  Four
choice spurts of goo, cranking up onto my stomach and chest.  Oh god it
felt good...  I realized, with a laugh, that it felt just as good to jerk
off in Sweden as it did back home.  Big surprise huh?  Sleepy as I was
though, after I cleaned myself up, I quickly fell off to sleep for the
night.

   I had a great sleep, and the bed turned out to be most comfortable.  In
the morning I woke to a small sound coming from nearby.  I lay there a
moment, and stretched away the nights stiffness.  Then I heard another
small sound, apparently from the barn area.  Sitting up, I swung my legs
off the bed and sat on the edge of it for a moment to yawn.
   Finally I got up, and padded across the floor of the bedroom and pulled
the door open a little to peek outside.  I didn't see anyone at first; so I
took a step out of the room and looked over to the left.  That's when I saw
the boy.
   I'm quite sure my mouth must have dropped open, because standing there,
wearing spandex bike gear, was the most beautiful kid I had ever seen.  The
boy looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old; and just as I had
guessed, around five feet four inches tall.  He was lean and fit, with long
firm legs, that were mostly bare from the cycling shorts down.
   And, he was simply breathtaking.  He had longer hair, that was as blond
as blond can be; and even from here I could see that he had intensely blue
eyes.  This is exactly what you would expect a Swedish model to look like,
right down to his dimples, and button nose.  I'm not one to describe a dude
this way, but this kid was beautiful.


   The boy crouched at his bike.  He was fiddling with the rear derailer,
and I heard him mumble something.  "Vardelöst skräp!" (useless junk) He
said, in a very boyish voice.  I could see he seemed to be a little
frustrated.
   I quickly stepped back into the bedroom, and pulled on a pair of shorts
from the dresser drawer.  I didn't want to surprise the kid, standing there
in just my undies.  Then I walked back out into the barn and intentionally
made a small sound, just so he would know I was there.

   He turned his head to look at me, and there was a brief look of surprise
on his face.  He seemed to be quite shy.  "Hello." I said.  Then,
remembering the Swedish word, I said; "Hej." And I smiled at him.  He
nodded timidly at me.
   "Hej, är mitt namn Bo." He said, and even then he seemed shy.  I was in
way over my head with the language, and I could only surmise he meant 'Hi,
my name is Bo.'
   "I uhh...  Do you speak English?" I asked hopefully.
   "Yes." He said quite softly.  I smiled stupidly, and nodded at him.
Then took a few steps over toward him.
   "That's a nice bike." I offered, pointing to his bicycle.
   "Tack." (Thanks) He replied.
   "I'm a, Erik." I told him.  Now that I was standing close to him, I was
even more impressed with his appearance.  He was very cute.  He was
surprisingly tan, for a Swede, and in his bicycle spandex, as it often
does, I could see the outline of his young penis; clearly defined by the
thin, tight fitting material.  He was indeed shy, and since he didn't know
me, I could sense he may be a little uncomfortable.
   "Well, I have to go." He said "I must ride this morning."  I noticed he
was looking at my chest.  I wondered if I had embarrassed him, by wearing
only shorts.
   "Uh, ya..." I said awkwardly.  "I uh, just woke up. so I guess I'll go
take a shower.  See you later, ok."
   "Ja, senare." (Yes, later) he said, and he rolled his bike toward the
door.  He stopped and glanced back at me, so I smiled and gave him a little
wave.  He nodded, and rolled the bike outside.

   I let out my breath, and walked back into the bed room and rubbed my
hands over my face.  'Holy shit.' I thought to myself; that kid is
incredible.  I was surprised when I realized that I was beginning to bone
up.  Geeze, was I perving on this kid?
   I moved over to the small bath, which was through a door in the bedroom,
and turned on the shower.  I slipped out of my shorts and undies, letting
them fall to the floor, and then I got into the warm stream of water.  It
felt really nice after the long flight from yesterday, to finally get
cleaned up; and I lingered there for many minutes.

   When I came out, I realized I hadn't grabbed one of the towels from the
bedroom, so I walked in and grabbed one up from the top of the dresser.
Throwing it over my head, I began drying my hair and body.  Finally I
pulled it over my head again, and just out of the corner of my eye, I
thought I noticed movement near the window.
   I pulled the towel down instinctively to cover myself, but I didn't see
anything. I walked over to the window and peeked out.  What I saw,
surprised me.  Bo, was just getting on his bicycle about ten feet away, and
then began to peddle down the driveway.  A smile crossed my face as I
realized, the little guy had been at the window peeking in at me.  Hmm,
rather curious...
   I finished getting dressed, then walked across the driveway to the main
house, where I knocked at the door.  It opened quickly, and Mrs. Hansson
greeted me.  "God morgon."  (Good morning) she said smiling.  "Please dear,
you don't have to knock.  You may come in as you please, ja."
   "Alright, thank you." I said.
   "Good.  Come in and have some breakfast med Bodil." She smiled and took
my arm, leading me again to the kitchen.  Bodil was sitting at the table,
and he greeted me, and pointed to a chair.
   "Did you sleep ok?" he asked.
   "Ja..." I offered.  "It's quite comfortable out there, thanks."
   "Good, good." He replied.
   "Would you like some coffee dear?" Mrs. Hansson asked.  I smiled at her.
   "No, thank you Mrs. Hansson." I replied.
   "Oh... So polite this one." She said.  "Jag Heter Anneli.  My name is
Anneli." She translated.  "Please call me this." She smiled at me, and went
to serve up a plate for me.  In a moment she brought a heaping plate of
eggs and bacon.  Then returned with some juice for me, and coffee for her
husband.

   "So, I guess I met Bo this morning." I mentioned.
   "Ah... He didn't wake you did he." Bodil asked, raising an eyebrow.
   "No, no.  Not at all.  He was just getting his bike.  Seems like a nice
boy, a bit shy." I said.
   "Ja.  He's a good boy.  A little shy at first, but after he gets to know
you, he won't leave you alone." Bodil chuckled.  "Loves to ride that cykle.
Two long rides each day.  On Torsdag och Lördag (Thursday and Saturday) he
trains with the cykle team."
   "That's pretty cool." I said.  "I used to ride a lot myself."
   "Ah, well, there's another older bike in the barn.  Perhaps you may ride
with him if you like." Anneli said with a smile.
   "Ya, I'll take a look at it." I mused, more to myself than to her, as I
dove into my food.  It was just like back home, and I loved the cozy feel
of their house.

   "Well," Bodil said, "The bike may be good transportation for you.
Unfortunately, with an American Drivers license, you must be eighteen to
drive here.  But Anneli or I will be happy to take you places you want to
go to.  And, we have good buses, and rail travel as well."
   "Oh ya.  Thanks.  Ya, I knew about the driving thing.  I'm cool with
busses though, so no big deal." I smiled, as I stuffed another piece of
bacon in me.  When I had finished, I took my dishes to the sink and began
rinsing them.  (My mom raised me well.)  Anneli smiled graciously at my
help.  I Think it impressed Mr. Hansson as well.
   "Listen, no work today.  If you want to go into town, look around a
little, we can drive you.  Perhaps Bo can show you around when he gets
back."
   "Sure, ya that sounds good." I replied.
   "Tomorrow, I will have you repair the fence around the back of the barn,
ja?!" he told me.  I thanked Mrs. Hansson for the breakfast, and wandered
outside to look around a little bit.

   I walked around the farm.  It really wasn't all that big, and was in
pretty good shape.  I could tell my helping out around there was more of a
formality than a job.  At most, a couple of hours a day of chores, and then
I could do what I wanted.  I was surprised at the landscape, cause it
actually looked a lot like home, back in the Pacific Northwest.
   Finally I went back into the barn and found the 'old' bike that Bodil
had mentioned.  I started thinking about the boy, Bo; and thought it might
be cool to ride with him.  The bike really wasn't all that old; a twenty
one speed, aluminum Trek.  It had the new style shifters that I was used
to.  I pulled the bike out, dusted it off and set about cleaning it up a
little; finding tools and other things I needed right there in the barn.

   After making some adjustments to the derailer, I found the tire pump and
inflated the tires to around 115psi.  Soon I had the bike working well, all
cleaned up and ready to ride.  Surprisingly, I thought about Bo again.  I
could picture him in his tight cycling gear, and it made me shiver.  God
that kid was cute.

   I went in to my 'room', and changed into an old pair of jeans and headed
out back, behind the barn to take a look at the fence.  I decided that even
though Bodil had said tomorrow; it might be good to just start on it now.
It was easy enough to see what needed doing; Bodil had a small scribbled
sketch which he had left with the materials.  I rounded up a shovel and a
few other tools, and set about digging out holes for several new posts.
   After an hour or so, I was sweating pretty good and pulled off my tee
shirt, tossing it over one of the fence railings.  There were pre cut
posts, lumber and several bags of concrete all stacked there and ready to
go.
   Finding some buckets, and a snap line in the barn, I took them out back
and ran a line to be sure everything was level.  Then I mixed up some of
the concrete, and after wiping the sweat off my brow, I set the first post.

   I wasn't really aware of it at the time, but over by the barn, peeking
at me through the opening by the fence, was Bo.  He had come back from his
ride at some point, and was apparently checking me out.
  He watched as I lifted the heavy bags of concrete, and mixed them in the
bucket.  Had I known he was there, I might have noticed that he was looking
at my sweaty torso, and watching my firm teenage muscles flexing, and
glistening in the late morning sun.
   I finished setting the last post in concrete, and braced it with some
2x2's to hold it while it set.  That's when I happened to glance up, and
noticed Bo still watching me from the corner. I gave him a quick wave, and
he nodded at me before turning and heading out of sight.  "Wonder how long
he was there?" I thought to myself.
   After cleaning up the bucket and tools, I began to lay out some of the
slats that would be used to match the existing fence.  This would likely
have to be done tomorrow, after the concrete had a chance to set up.  I
turned and noticed Mr. Hansson, and Bo walking over from around the barn.


   They stopped and Bodil eyed my work.  "Bo told me you were working.
Eager to get started I see." He said, looking things over with a nod. "I
can see you do good work as well.  This is exactly how I wanted this done."
he smiled.
   "Ya well thanks.  I just, well, like to get things done. You know." I
answered, and he smiled broadly at me.

   "So, you two have not met formally." Bodil said, turning to the boy.
"This is my grandson, Bo.  He is twelve."
   "Farfar, nästan tretton." (Grandfather, almost thirteen) the boy
admonished.
   "Ja, yes of course, almost thirteen." Bodil corrected with a smile.
"And Bo, this is Erik, our friend from America.  His father works there
with your Uncle."  I looked at Bo, and reaching out, the boy bumped
knuckles with me.  I tried not to stare at him, but it was difficult.  The
boy was amazing.  I glanced at his spandex cycling shorts and could still
see his junk resting inside the blue and white skintight suit. I realized I
was staring, and tried to recover.
   "Wow, that's a cool pro riding jersey.  It's team Gerolsteiner; from,
Uhh 2008 I think..?"
   "Ja..." The boy smiled up at me, quite pleased.  "You follow cykling?"
he asked.  He had an adorable accent when he was speaking English.
   "Ja." I tried to sound cool.  "A little bit."
   "The Tour de France is going on now.  Do you want to watch it with me on
TV?" The boy asked.  I saw Bodil smile, and he caught my eye.
   "Well, you've done it now." He said.  "Come on Bo, leave Erik alone.
Let him clean up, then he can come inside for lunch, and watch the Tour
with you if he chooses."  Bodil turned and started walking back to the
house.  Bo hesitated a moment, as if he wanted to say something, and then
turned and ran back toward the house with his grandfather.

   I don't know what I was thinking about, because I couldn't help but
check out his firm little butt as he moved away.  I've never even thought
about a kid like that before.  I had a friend back home who was fifteen, an
we had messed around a little; but nothing like this.
   Shaking my head I went around the side and back into my room in the
barn.  I took off my shoes and socks, then peeled off my jeans and went in
to take a shower.  Right away I started to bone up as I stood under the
cool stream, and when I closed my eyes; Bo was the only face that came into
my mind.
   I stroked myself a few times, but then started to feel kinda guilty,
thinking about a twelve year old boy.  Almost thirteen, I corrected; and
then had to laugh.  I quickly finished my shower, and went back out into my
room to dry off.  For a moment, I felt like someone was watching me.  But
when I casually looked toward the window, I didn't see anyone.

   I fished out a pair of clean briefs from the 'IKEA' dresser, and slipped
into them.  Just then there was a timid little knock at the door, and as I
turned, it opened slightly.  Bo peeked his head inside and looked in.  I
was standing there in just my briefs (no big deal to me), but Bo seemed
almost a bit disappointed.
   "May I come in?" he asked quietly.
   "Uh, ya sure." I answered, as he looked at me.  He had already changed
out of his spandex, and was wearing some shorts and a tee shirt. (Now I was
disappointed.)
   "Jag trodde... (I thought) I would come and wait for you." He said.
"Mormor has Lunch ready."
   "Mormor?" I asked.
   "Oh... Sorry.  Grandmother.  Mormor is Grandmother." Bo said with an
embarrassed grin.  "I forget you don't speak Swedish."
   "No, no that's alright.  I want to learn." I smiled at him.  "It's cute,
uh, I mean cool when you say some stuff in your language."  I began pulling
on my clothes, and noticed that Bo was watching me intently.  "You can
teach me some stuff, Ja?" I asked with a smile.
   "Ja." He grinned.  "Vill du gå cykel luarde senare?" he laughed.
   "Whoa, hold on dude." I laughed back.  "Too fast.  Too much for my
little brain..."
   "I just asked if you want to go for a bicycle ride later." Bo smiled.
"So, do you?"
   "Ja... Yes, I would like that."  Bo grinned, and when I was finished
getting dressed, he anxiously took me by the wrist, and led me out the
door.

   We walked across to the main house, and inside to the kitchen.  Bo slid
in across from me at the table, and Anneli put down our plates with
sandwiches and a soup of some kind.  There was also a plate of what she
called 'Pepparkakor'.  Which turned out to be a some kind of sweet ginger
bread.
   "Bo," She asked, "What would you like to drink honey?"
   "I will have some milk, please." Bo rattled off quickly in Swedish.
   "And Erik, what would you like?" She asked
   "Han Kommer även!" (He will as well) Bo answered for me.
   "Uh, I'll have what he's having." I laughed.  It turned out to be milk.
After eating, I insisted on helping with the dishes.  Then Bo took me back,
wanting to show me his bedroom.

   It was a pretty typical room for a boy his age.  I got the idea that he
must spend a lot of time staying here with his grandparents, as the room
was set up with all his stuff.  There were cycling posters pinned up all
over.  Including an American team, RadioShack, and even a poster of Lance
Armstrong. Which I noticed was actually autographed.
   "Nice room." I nodded as I looked around.
   "Tack." (Thanks) he said, slipping into Swedish again.  I loved that.
He eagerly showed off some pins, and medals he had won, for cycling.  He
had several small trophies as well, two of which were for 'futball', as he
also played soccer.
    "Here, read this please." Bo said, as he handed me a newspaper article
from a local paper.  I sat on the edge of his bed to read it.  Bo anxiously
sat down right alongside, and leaned into me a bit to read along with me.
   The story was about a local youth cycling team, and to my surprise, it
was written in English.  The article talked about the team and the local
Criterium Race that would be held in two weeks.  Bo pointed to his name, as
the article mentioned he was a new rider with a lot of promise.
   "Wow, cool..." I praised him, and the boy beamed up at me, as he
innocently rested his hand on my knee.  I became aware then, that our bare
lower legs were touching as well, and it made me shiver with an odd
excitement.

    Bo stood up then, and put the newspaper clipping on his dresser, then
took my hand and pulled me up.  "Come." He said.  "We can watch some of the
Tour."  I followed him into the living area of the house, and Bo switched
on the TV.
    He flipped it to the right channel, and we watched the last 50
kilometers of that day's stage together.  It was broadcast in Swedish, so I
didn't get most of the commentary, but Bo eagerly filled me in on the
important stuff.
  It was fun to watch, not only the Tour, but I watched Bo a lot as well.
He was animated, and clearly into this.  As we sat on the couch, he bounced
around a lot, and made frequent contact with me, which to be honest, was
kind of turning me on.

   Near the end of the race, the sprinters were trying to get into position
as it would be a sprint finish today.  Mark Cavendish, from team HTC
Highroad, and Tyler Farrar from the Cervelo team were both near the front.
   "Who do you want to win?" Bo suddenly asked me.
   "Well, I gotta' go with Farrar; he's an American you know." I said
honestly.
   "Väldigt bra..." (Very good) he beamed.  "Cavendish is a douche..." he
grinned at me, and we both laughed.  As luck would have it, Cavendish and
his lead out got stuck in a group, and Farrar managed to sprint to the win.
We both cheered, and Bo excitedly hopped up and wrapped his arms around me
in a hug.
   Wow...  He felt so good in my arms.  I could feel his warmth, and smell
his beautiful blond hair as his head was in tight to mine.
   We pulled apart then, Bo had been lost in the moment, and now blushed
just a bit as he sat back down on the couch.
   "That was pretty cool." I offered of the race, (but was thinking about
the hug).
   "Ja...  Awesome." Bo replied.  And I noticed that he discreetly reached
down to adjust himself in his shorts.  I pretended not to notice, and
wondered if it was the excitement of the bike race, or the hug with me that
had stiffened his young boy part.

   "Do you want to go for a ride now?" Bo asked me, eagerly nodding his
head.
   "Ja... Sure." I smiled back at him, and enjoyed the bright smile as his
face lit up.
   "Ok.. Um, you wait while I get ready." He requested, then he ran back to
his room.  I sat for a few moments, and shortly he came out of his bedroom
wearing his spandex bike shorts.  He was naked from the waist up, and
carrying his jersey as he turned and went into the bathroom.  I was
intrigued by his upper body.  He was trim and lean, with a strong flat
stomach; I felt myself shiver involuntarily at the thought of it.

   I waited, surprisingly for several minutes, and finally he came out of
the bathroom and smiled at me.  "I'm ready." He said.
   "Ok.  Let me use the bathroom first." I said.  Then, "I have to pee." I
whispered the last part so Anneli and Bodil wouldn't think me rude.  They
were still sitting in the kitchen.  When I went in to the bathroom, I
closed the door and stood at the toilet, preparing to take a leak.
   I looked at the raised seat, and couldn't help but notice several
peculiar looking drops of liquid on it.  "That looks like..." I leaned in
for a closer look, and a smile crossed my lips.  "I'll be damned." I
thought to myself.  "That little stinker Bo, just wanked off in here."
Another shiver raced through me at the thought of it, and I wondered what
his young cock must look like.  It had to be as cute as he was...
    I was starting to bone up now myself, and this made it impossible for
me to piss; so I tucked it away.  Just before leaving I grabbed some toilet
paper, and wiped Bo's sticky droplets off the toilet seat. Thought I would
spare him the embarrassment if FarFar Bodil, and Mormor Anneli happened to
see it.  Another grin crossed my face, and I flushed the toilet.

   Walking out, Bo led me out through the kitchen.  We told them we were
going to take a short ride, which they were pleased to have me go with Bo.
The boy and I walked out to the barn, to the bikes.
   "I better change into some other shorts." I suggested, and I went off
toward the bedroom.  I closed the door behind me, but as I walked to the
dresser I heard Bo come in.
   "Hurry." he said, as he smiled at me.  I smiled back, and decided to
give him a little show.  So stepped out of my flip flops, I pulled my tee
shirt up over my head.  From the corner of my eye I could see that Bo's
attention was fixed on me.
   I had to wonder what he was thinking about.  Just curious perhaps.  I
thought it was kind of funny that he had just wanked off in the bathroom
though...  What's up with him, I really had to wonder.  I undid the button
of my shorts and let them fall to the floor, then I turned and deliberately
smiled at Bo.
   I could see him swallow, and I noticed him glance downward at the bulge
in my briefs.  I knew I would bone up, if I wasn't careful, so I turned
away from him, and grabbed a pair of Nike sports shorts from the drawer.
Stepping into them, I grabbed a new tee shirt out as well, and pulled it
on.
   "You have good muscles..." Bo said, rather quietly.
   "Oh... Thanks.  I uh, noticed that you look pretty good also." I
answered back.  Bo seemed to blush a little at that.

   I put on a pair of running shoes, and we walked back into the barn.  "I
see you cleaned up the other bike." Bo remarked.  "It has trouble shifting
sometimes."
   "Na...  I adjusted the derailer this morning.  It should be fine." I
said matter of factly.
   "Really?! You can do this." Bo asked.
   "Ja." I smiled, having used my favorite Swedish word.  "A friend back
home has a bike shop, and I kinda work there sometimes, so..."
   "Can you do mine?" He asked anxiously.  "It has been hanging up on some
of the gears."
   "Sure.  Why don't we go for a ride, and I'll watch it.  Then I can give
your bike a tune up later on.  Okay?"
   "Ja..." he said back, with emphasis.  And he smiled that brilliant white
grin at me again.

   We rolled the bikes out, and climbing on we started out.  I told him to
take it easy on me.  I was kind of joking, thinking with our age difference
it wouldn't be an issue.  But as it turned out, the little guy was very
good.  I worked my ass off just trying to keep up with him.  And the truth
is, he was in fact, taking it easy on me.
   We rode into town along some beautiful winding back roads.  Bo was
pointing out things to me as we went along, and I was impressed at the
Swedish countryside.  At one point, I slid in behind him to draft his
wheel, and I couldn't help but look at the beautiful curves of his butt
cheeks, firmly pressed, and clearly outlined by the tight blue spandex.  I
could see each globe flex and tighten as he peddled, and as if I wasn't
having enough trouble catching my breath before; that made it worse.
   This was fucking crazy.  What the hell was I doing, having stimulating
thoughts about this boy.  And even worse, why did he seem to have an
interest in me.  Ahh, I was probably just reading into that.  He's a
pubescent kid, he just has a natural curiosity about stuff.  I sure did at
that age.  I traded my first blowjob with my friend Scott when we were
twelve.  Fuck that was awesome...

   I snapped out of it then, as I nearly clipped the back wheel of Bo's
bike, and had to make a quick correction to stay upright.  Better stay
focused on the present here, before I dump the both of us.  We rode for
several hours in the warm afternoon sun.  I had a great time and saw some
interesting stuff; and eventually, to my surprise, I suddenly noticed the
farmhouse up ahead.  Bo had taken us on a loop of sorts, and we pulled up
the long driveway and up to the barn.
   "Wow, that was fun. Thanks." I told him.  "I'm glad we're back though,
cause my butt and legs were starting to feel it."  Bo grinned at me as he
got off his bike.
   "Ja, you should have a massage." He said.  I couldn't tell if it was a
suggestion, or an offer.  But Bo said nothing more about it.  We rolled the
bikes into the barn, and put them into the bike stand.
   "Tack, (Thanks) For riding with me." Bo said.  "It's more fun to ride
with someone.  So...  Do you think you can fix my shifter?"
   "Ya, no problem bro.  I'll work on it after dinner; I'll get it all
tuned up for you."
   "Thanks." He said, and then put his arms around me in a quick, innocent
hug of appreciation.  Innocent for him perhaps, but I kind of enjoyed the
feel of his soft package pressing into my thigh.

   The boy headed back into the house to get changed, and since I sweating
from our ride, I decided to take another shower before dinner.  I climbed
out of my clothes, and stepped into the refreshingly cool water.
   I soaped my lithe body, and then shampooed my hair.  It was inevitable
of course that I started thinking about the boy, and just as quickly I was
boned up again.  I gave into it this time, and as I started to fantasize
about Bo, I began working my firm teenage pole.  I imagined Bo getting
naked.  His beautiful body, tan and lean.  That glorious smile, and his
long blond hair, waving in slow motion.  God, I wanted to see his
package...
   I tried to imagine it.  Likely he wasn't circumcised, and the thought of
seeing it, brought me to the point of no return.  My legs went rigid as my
orgasm screamed for release.  And then I fired gusher after gusher of hot
boy cream up and onto the shower wall.  My entire body flushed with the
rush of it, and I had to steady myself against the wall as I slowly came
down off the high.
   I stood under the cooling water for several minutes, feeling both
pleasure, and guilty thoughts at what had just happened.  It felt wrong
somehow, and It was a bit confusing.  But it would have been even more
confusing however, if I had know that at that very moment, Bo was lying
naked on his own bed, in his room, furiously stroking himself to his
youthful and spirited orgasm.


			      End of Part One


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