Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 18:33:01 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boy From Sweden Chapter 10
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 centers around two Swedish boys Bo and Jan, who are twelve and
thirteen respectively; and their new friend from America, Erik who is
seventeen.
In the last Chapter; Erik took Bo on a training ride into the Swedish
foothills, to help get him ready for the upcoming Criterium Race. After a
fairly grueling session, with both boys exhausted and sweaty, they ended up
at their special spot at the Lake. Bo gave himself to Erik; wanting to,
and finally experiencing the ultimate act of love. later, when they
returned home, Jan's mother had called, to ask if Erik would be willing to
watch over the boys for the coming weekend.
The Boy From Sweden
Part Ten
It looked like an exciting weekend ahead. The cycling race was
something the boys had been working toward, and looking forward to for some
time. And after that, with Jan's parents heading to Stockholm to celebrate
their anniversary, I would get to watch over the boys for the weekend. I
could only imagine what would go on at Jan's house, what with their nice
swimming pool and sauna area. I was actually looking forward to it with
high expectations.
I climbed into my shower, and as I lathered myself up, there was
certainly no way that I couldn't think about what had happened today at the
lake. I pictured Bo, and my dick quickly climbed upward. With a fistful
of my cock, and a handful if soap, I joyfully relived my loss of
virginity...
Thursday morning started off in the usual way. I was up early helping
Bodil with the chores. There was a little extra work to do today, because
one of the crops was ready for harvest. We worked hard through the
morning; and around ten thirty, I noticed several of Bo's cycling friends
rolling down the road.
The Boys turned into the drive and peddled up to the house as Bo came
out to greet them. I was back near the barn, about to hook up a small
trailer to the quad runner; when Jan called out to me.
"Hej Erik." He grinned, as he waved at me.
"Hi Jan. What's up dude?" I answered with a cheerful smile.
"Nuttin ... We're just heading out for our Thursday practice. Wanna'
come with?"
"Ah, wish I could... But we still have a bunch to do here, so..." I
shrugged. Jan nodded and shrugged his shoulders as well.
"Oh well. Nästa gång..." (Next time...) He said. "I can't wait for
Saturday though; it's gonna be so cool you get to watch over us!" He
grinned a bit slyly at me; which I returned with a furtive look of my own.
Bo came over to me with another boy from his team, whom I hadn't met
before. I had seen him at their practice last weekend; he was another of
the twelve year olds. A shy little guy; barely five feet tall, with sandy
brown hair and soft brown eyes.
"Morning Erik." Bo grinned. "Hey, this is Kinney. Kinney, this is my
friend Erik. He's from America." He introduced us.
"Hi Kinney." I smiled warmly.
"Hej." He offered, somewhat timidly, then he glanced at the ground; too
shy to keep eye contact. I smiled; he was kinda cute. Bo and I talked for
a moment, while Kinney stood by, occasionally looking up at me.
Finally it was time for the boys to head out to practice, and time for
me to get back out to the field and help Bodil. "See ya guys. Have a good
practice..." I said. The boys all replied back, and I watched as they
started to ride up the driveway. Shy little Kinney turned and gave me a
quick little wave as they rode off.
I also noticed that Bo, and Jan rode off side by side, a little apart
from the others; leaning tightly together in conversation. Jan suddenly
looked back at me, with a huge grin on his face. No doubt Bo had told him
about what we had done at the lake.
I went back out to the field, and Bodil and I spent the rest of the
morning, and into the early afternoon finishing up. I had offered a little
suggestion to Bodil, about using the quad runner and trailer to make things
quicker. He said we'd give it a try, and again he seemed pleased with how
things went. He clapped his hand on my shoulder when we had finished.
"Good job son." He nodded and smiled pleasantly at me.
"Thanks Mr. Hansson." It always made me feel good when he showed his
appreciation that way. We hauled everything back to the barn and got it
all stowed away. I went in to take another shower; then gathered up my
dirty clothes and took them into the house to do some of my laundry.
I was just getting started with them, when Anneli came in and told me to
go sit down and eat, and she would take care of my clothes. I protested,
but she would have none of it, and shooed me out of the laundry room. (Wish
my mom was like that...)
After I ate, there was time to kill, since my clothes were just being
put into the dryer. I went into the living room, and turned on the TV to
catch some of the Tour De France coverage for the day. They were riding
one of the mountain stages today, and there was quite a battle going on
with the Schleck brothers and Alberto Contador.
It was really kind of interesting, all the strategy that was going on,
as each made breakaway attempts trying to 'crack' their opponent. I lost
track of the time while watching, and was surprised when suddenly Bo and
Jan came flying into the room, and sat alongside me on the couch.
"Hey guys. How was practice?" I asked.
"Det gick bra." (It went well.) Jan smiled, as he gave me a long,
knowing look.
"What..?" I asked, noticing his bemused expression. Bo squirmed a bit,
and put his hand on my arm.
"Uhh, don't be mad at me, but I sorta' told him about what we did at the
lake." Bo confessed, blushing just a bit. I had already figured that he
would, so I just shrugged.
"Åh, ni två är smutsiga pojkar... You two are naughty boys..." Jan
teased, as he smiled and wagged his finger at us. Both Bo and I grabbed
couch pillows and hit Jan with them until he gave up. "Ok, ok..." He
pleaded. "I was just, 'fucking' around with you..." He laughed at his not
so subtle double meaning. We both hit him again.
After watching the last of the Tour stage, the three of us went outside
to sit at the picnic table, a little away from the house. "I can't wait
for Saturday..." Jan said
"I know." Bo agreed. "First the race, and then home alone at your
place..."
"Ya... The only thing is, my little brother will be there; and he
prob'ly wont leave us alone. He wants to be in on everything." Jan said.
"Aw come on, he's not so bad." Bo answered. "He can be kinda' fun
actually." Jan just shrugged. "Hey, do you think your mom would let a
couple of the guys from the cycling team come over to swim?"
"Hmm... Maybe. If it's ok with Erik." Both boys looked hopefully at me.
"Sure. I guess I don't mind. But you better clear this with your mom
first." I told him.
"I will, I will... That would make it extra fun..." Jan promised. "Hey
Erik, since the race is Saturday, do you think you could help me adjust the
derailer on my bike? Bo says you did really good on his..."
"Ya, that's cool. Lets go make sure both your bikes are in good shape."
I suggested, as I patted Bo's thigh.
The three of us went out to the barn, and spent the next hour and a half
going over the boy's bikes. I made a few adjustments to each bike, and we
cleaned and lubed the chains, derailers, and rear sprockets.
"Whoa, thanks..." Jan beamed afterwards, as he circled around in the
driveway. "That shifts really smoothly now. Thanks Erik."
"I told you he was good." Bo grinned, as he circled around shifting
through his own gearing; also happy with the adjustments. He smiled and
gave me a thumbs up. With the bikes all ready and the day getting late,
Jan had to head for home. I reminded him to ask his mom about having
anyone else come over on Saturday. And with that, Jan nodded happily and
headed home.
We took Bo's bike back into the barn and put it in the bike rack, and as
I turned around, I noticed Bo smiling at me. "What...?" I asked, of his
bemused expression.
"Nothin..." Bo said. "I just like being with you is all." He grinned
ant stepped forward into me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I hugged
him back, and we just stood there for several minutes, wrapped in each
others arms.
There was something special, about the warmth of another human being.
It was reaffirming, comforting somehow, to share in each others energy. My
face was nestled into his hair, and it's sweet soft boy scent filled my
nostrils.
Finally we released each other, and Bo looked up at me with his blue
orbs, and warm smile. I cupped my hand gently on his smooth, silky cheek
and smiled warmly at him. We didn't even have to say the words, that sound
corny sometimes when boys say it; but we both knew there was love between
us.
Bo turned, heading back to the house to get cleaned up for dinner. I
watched after him; his spandex riding shorts wrapped snuggly around the
supple curves of his butt, and enticingly into his crease. I'm sure my
mouth was hanging open again; but much like my stiffening member, I just
couldn't help it.
After another great dinner, (Anneli was a wonderful cook) we spent some
time at the table playing Scrabble. Again, board games aren't really my
thing, but it seemed to make Bodil and Anneli quite happy to spend some
'family' time together; and I had grown rather fond of them as well.
Bo was smart as a whip, and I was surprised at some of the words he came
up with. Not only beautiful, but smart too; I laughed to myself as I
thought this. Funny how old clichés seemed to fit.
Later in the evening, Anneli served us some homemade blueberry pie, with
whipped cream on it. "Mmm..." Did I mention she was a wonderful cook? Bo
accidently dropped a spoon full of the cream into his lap, and I would have
liked nothing more than to help him clean it off. He gave me a sideways
look, as if he were reading my mind; and we both laughed.
It was getting late, and Bo headed off to bed. Bodil and I talked for a
little while, about what chores needed tending in the morning; and when we
finished, I said my goodnights and headed out to the barn.
I brushed my teeth, stripped down, and crawled under the covers for the
night. I guess I must have dozed just a bit, but about forty five minutes
later I vaguely heard the soft clunk of my bedroom door.
Opening my eyes, even in the semi darkness I could see an angel standing
over me. The angel suddenly stooped, slipped out of it's underwear, and
crawled in along side of me in bed. "Hi..." Bo whispered quietly, as he
nestled warmly up to me. I wrapped my arm around him, as he spooned his
back up tightly against my body.
"Mmm..." He cuddled comfortably with me; and we lay there quietly for
some time, both of us enjoying the contact. "Remember the first time we
did this?" Bo whispered.
"Well ya... We snuggled up together, and we fell asleep just like this.
It was awesome." I recalled. Bo smiled back at the fond memory. He looked
back over his shoulder at me.
"Wanna' play..?" he whispered quietly.
"Ohhh... I suppose, if I have to..." I teased, dramatically. Bo giggled
happily.
He turned his body so we were lying face to face, and tucked himself in
close to me. For awhile we just tenderly rubbed our hands around each
other's skin; innocently exploring, and enjoying the soft ticklish touch,
as we traced each others curves. Neither of us had a clue what we were
doing. It just felt right...
We were two inexperienced boys, guided by instinct, perhaps influenced
by images from TV and movies. My hands found the gentle slope of his
buttocks, and I pulled him in tight to me, as I softly caressed my lips and
nose just below his ear onto the velvety smooth skin of his neck.
I could feel him shiver with delight in my arms; and he in turn cupped
his young hand around my butt cheek, spreading me, as he gently kneaded my
fleshy mound and sought out my warm places. It was blind, wonderful
experimentation. You don't have to be an adult to know what feels good, or
how to find it; and we calmly, slowly learned each others body.
After a long while Bo rolled over again onto his side with his back to
me, pushing back tight into me, spooning again. He reached back over his
hip, and grabbed my semi erect penis in his fingers. He repositioned his
body, and his handful of me; till he guided my member between his cheeks
and into his warm butt crack.
"Please Erik, I want to feel you again..." He requested in hushed tones.
With both of us lying on our sides, my chest pressed warmly to his back, I
reached down between us and softly rubbed his hip for a moment.
With my finger, I located his boy opening, then, taking hold of my now
willing penis, I directed it blindly toward his pink burrow. I moved it
around a bit, till my young meat missile found his heat source, and I
pressed my hips forward slowly.
There was a tender pressure, and after a few fumbled efforts, I could
feel his rosebud open to greet me. I rocked my hips gently, with slight
forward pressure until my glans settled inside his entryway; and with each
slow thrust, his soft anus began to swallow my tube.
"Mmm..." Bo hummed as he absorbed my length. "Mmm, Erik....." he
breathed softly. Wrapping my arm around him again, we simply lay there
pressed tightly together. I didn't thrust in and out of him; merely rocked
my weight into him slightly, again and again. "Mmm..." he continued to
sigh.
Bo reached his hand down to his own crotch, and softly, pleasurably
rubbed his palm up and down over his stiffy. For me, it felt like his
insides were masturbating me. The gentle pulses and contractions of his
sphincter muscles were taking me to a delightful place. I held him tightly
to me.
"Uhhhhhh..." He sighed in quiet pleasure; and then, after quite some
time, he began pushing his hips rhythmically back into me; softly banging
his warm bottom into my pelvis. The sensation took me over.
"Oh geezzze..." I moaned. "Ohhh god....." As he continued to piston
against me. I heard him moan again as well, and I had to meet him half
way. I began humping my hips forward in time with his own, and we banged
together more forcefully now.
Both of us felt the pleasure. I reached down and moving Bo's palm from
his groin, I took hold of his boyhood and stroked him. His leaking glans
quickly lubed my fingers with his luscious boy honey.
"Mmmm, mmm, mm...." I sighed. My insides took over control of my
senses. "Bo... Bo it's cu........" And my rigid hose tried to expel the
fire inside of him. I squirted repeatedly into his burning receptacle.
Deliciously drained, I rolled onto my back, pulling him up and on top of
me. My fingers played up and down on his skin flute. I moved my
forefinger in small ravenous circles just under his glans, pressing into
this erogenous area. Bo squeaked with pleasure as his testies reached
their own boiling point. His soft feet clamped against my own, and his
anus tightened around my shaft, which was still embedded within him.
Bo's head rolled back against mine and he released a pubescent groan as
his beautiful penis released it's load. His boy goop spattered tenuously
across his chest, onto his face and mine. I even felt a glob plop into my
hair...
As his wild pulses slowed, I ran my fingertip over his sensitive tip
through the sticky pulp. He jerked wildly at the touch, and I felt his
body shudder against me. Slowly I pulled my own boy part from his personal
space, and it plopped out wetly from within him.
We lay there still, seemingly unable to move. At last, still on top of
me, Bo managed to roll over till we lay face to face, chest to chest. He
rested his head next to mine, and I gently stroked his back, content in the
moment.
Bo lifted his head, and his mouth sought me out. Tenderly, our lips
expressed our feelings for one another as we lay quietly in the darkness.
We must have dozed off for awhile. Twenty minutes later I gently awakened
him.
"Come on love. We need to take a quick shower." I breathed.
"Mm..." He protested. "Do we have to? I'm so comfortable. So tired."
I kissed him gently. "Let's just sleep for awhile..." He suggested.
"Can't kiddo... You have to go back inside.
"Oh man..." he whined.
"I know. I wish you didn't have to, but... We can't get caught. Come
on, let's get up."
"Mm... You get up. I'll meet you later, kay..." he mumbled. I laughed
quietly, and rolled him onto his side, flipping the covers off of us.
Reluctantly we got out of bed, and padded back to the bathroom to take a
quick, but necessary shower.
When we finished, we dried each other off, and went back into my room.
Standing there, we just held each other for a few minutes, in a tired but
friendly hug. Finally Bo headed outside, and quietly crept across the
drive to his bedroom window. He crawled back inside and disappeared from
view. "I luv you Bo..." I whispered into the darkness.
Crawling back under my covers I fell asleep, thinking about the blue
eyed, blond haired angel who had just paid me a nice conjugal visit. "Very
nice..." I breathed contentedly as I fell asleep.
Friday was a relatively quiet and uneventful day. I did the morning
chores alongside Bodil. Bo came outside and into the field with some
beverages, and the last of the Cinnamon buns from the previous
morning. "Yum..." We all sat around and talked leisurely while we ate.
Bodil actually shared a few rather humorous 'farmers' jokes with us. I
was surprised at the rather risqué punchline of the last one. Bo blushed,
but still laughed at it, and Bodil mentioned that he might not want to let
his Grandmother know that he had told the off colored 'farmers daughter'
joke to him.
We all swore to secrecy as Bodil and I laughed, and Bo giggled at his
Grandpa. With the chores finished We called it a day, as far as work was
concerned. Bo and I rode the bikes over to Jan's place; to speak with his
mother, and get the rundown of the rules for Saturday when I was watching
the boys.
She was fairly liberal with things, mostly stressing safety around the
pool. She told Jan to be nice to his younger brother, and let him share in
the fun. Jan and Bo glanced at each other with a smirk, clearly thinking
about what kind of 'fun' they had in mind. She agreed that after the
Criterium Race, that Jan could have two other boys come over to swim and
play for the afternoon; but no more than that, and they couldn't spend the
night.
His mom gave me some money for ordering Pizza's, or whatever the boys
wanted for dinner; and told me there was also a ton of snack food and
drinks and such that would be in the fridge.
She offered me some other money, as payment for 'baby sitting', which I
initially refused; until she gave me that 'mom-like' look, and told me that
I would indeed earn it, watching over three boys for the day.
With all the instructions given, and my reassurance that I would take
care of everything, she smiled and took off to the store, with Jan's
younger brother Mikael in tow. The three of us sat out by the pool, each
with a can of soda, and talked.
"That's cool, that we can have a couple of our friends come over
tomorrow." Bo said.
"Ja. Who should we invite?" Jan wondered.
"How about Stefan? He's cool." Bo suggested. (I had met him before. He
was one of the thirteen year olds.)
"Ja, we'll ask him." Bo agreed. "And, maybe Kinney? He's a lot of fun,
and cute too." He was the little shy twelve year old I had just met the
other day.
"Ok, that's cool. Then if one of them can't come, we can ask Petter."
The boys both agreed, and I guess that was that. It was shortly after one
in the afternoon, and with nothing better to do, the three of us stripped
down for a quick swim in the pool.
It was a refreshing break, and we splashed around for awhile, before
seeing who could do the most underwater summersaults without coming up for
air. A game that Jan eventually won. It, was his pool after all and I'm
quite sure he practiced a lot for just these occasions. Afterward, we
rested on the deck chairs to dry in the warm afternoon sun; and finally Bo
and I got dressed.
With all the arrangement made, we got on our bikes, waved so long to
Jan, and headed back home to the Hansson's farm. We all spent a lazy
afternoon, and Bo was getting excited for the bike race the next day.
When we got back, we put the bikes away in the barn. Bo glanced at me,
then seemed to remember something. "Hey..." He said. "I never showed you
my little secret spot did I?"
"No... What secret spot?" I asked curiously.
"Well, it's not really secret. It's just a place. Right here in the
barn." He pulled my arm, and we walked back into the rear corner of the
barn. There were small, ladder like rungs, stuck right onto studs of the
wall. I looked up to see an opening leading to a small loft, up above,
over a limited area at the back of the barn.
I hadn't paid it any attention before, because from the floor it just
looked like some old farm equipment crates loosely stored there. Bo
climbed the rungs, and motioned for me to follow. Carefully we climbed up,
and stepped up onto the small platform.
The front part, that faced the barn, was indeed stacked with small
wooden crates, that essentially walled off the back section. There was a
framed window in the rear wall, near the middle; and there was an open area
about six feet by ten feet in front of the window.
There was an old cushion chair near the window; and a crate, stacked
with cycling magazines off to it's side. Bo had brought up couple of
sleeping bags, which were laying on the floor in front of the window.
"Cool huh..." Bo grinned. "Grampa said I could use this for my fort
last year. Jan and I have slept up here a few times, but I don't use it
all that much. It's just kinda fun to have, you know..." He smiled.
"Ya..." I smiled. "It's kinda cozy. Nice to have a little place like
this to be alone." Bo smiled and nodded his head. The window faced the
west, so the afternoon sun streamed in, warming and lighting the area. Bo
slid the window open a bit, letting the fresh summer air fill the loft. He
sat down, cross legged on top of the sleeping bags, and motioned for me to
sit with him.
I plopped down on the floor, and we sprawled out casually in front of
the open window. There was a pretty good view from up here, and with the
warm breeze it was really kind of comfortable just lying there bathed in
the sunlight. We kicked off our shoes and socks, and we lay there just
relaxing for awhile, with our hands tucked behind our heads; and our bare
feet softly rubbing each other.
We lay there quietly, simply enjoying our time together. The angle of
the sun seemed to cast a warm haze in the room, and everything had a
pleasant golden glow about it. I turned my head to look at Bo.
He was such a splendid sight, I couldn't help but smile contentedly at
his visage. I'm seventeen, and certainly no expert on what love is; but
surely this is what it must be. His body seemed to glow in the soft haze;
like something from a Disney movie. To me, his face was a study of
perfection. I wished right then that I was an artist, so that I could
capture him in time somehow.
Every curve of his facial features was alluring to me. His eyes were
luminous pools of blue, which were so invitingly soft, and kind. The
little upturn of his nose accentuated the soft youthfulness of his
appearance. I gazed down his young body, so fine his skin looked; like
spun silk. Only youth can offer such perfection.
I closed my eyes for a moment to bask in this innocent, shared moment.
If this had been a movie, the camera would pan back now; the music would
swell, and leave us there, happily ever after. Either that, or Aliens
would beam us up and commence with the anal probes.... Geeze Erik, where
did that come from. I smiled... Guess I'm still a kid too...
"Erik... I'm kinda nervous about the race tomorrow." Bo said suddenly,
out of nowhere. I rolled my head to look at him again.
"Really? Well, that's normal I guess. But you should be excited, not
nervous." I assured him.
"Ya, but... I really wanna do well." He said, turning his head to meet
my gaze. I smiled at him.
"Bo, just do the best you can. Have fun. You love to ride, it's your
passion; just ride and enjoy it. You know what my dad told me one time?" I
asked.
"Nu uh... What..? Bo asked.
"I was all nervous before a school swim meet, a long time ago. He told
me, 'Son, the guy who wins isn't the guy who comes in first. It's the guy
who has the most fun...' It sounded kinda corny, but he was right. You do
it because you love it. Sure you want to do well, but if you're not having
fun; well, what's the point."
Bo looked back up at the ceiling in thought for a moment. Then a small
smile crossed his lips. "That's kinda cool. I never thought about it that
way. Thanks Erik." He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Know what you need?" I said, sitting up. Bo shook his head and gave me
a questioning look. "You need a pre race massage..." I smiled as Bo
grinned and nodded happily. I shifted my position in front of him, and
took his soft bare foot into my hands. I smiled warmly at him, and began
rubbing my thumbs into his soles of his amazingly soft feet. Softly, I
kissed his small boy toes.
Working very slowly, and quite deliberately I massaged Bo's smooth bare
legs. Taking a lot of time, soothing his leg muscles. My strong teenage
fingers pressing firmly, but gently into the silky skin of his calves;
feeling the fine contours of his young legs. Bo seemed to purr contentedly.
Slowly, purposefully I meandered further up his legs; his soft skin
yielding tenderly in my hands.
Up his thighs, I played my fingers until they dipped underneath the
bottom edge of his shorts; and I slid them upward dangerously close to his
groin. Bo was enjoying everything I was doing, and he reached down to undo
the button of his shorts. "Nuh uh.." I shook my head. "This is a
massage... No sex for you, before a big event." I teased.
"Vad? Det suger... (What?) That sucks..." Bo said.
"No... No sucking either." I said, laughing. "Having an orgasm takes
energy. You need to save yours for the race."
"Oh man... You're kidding, right?" He pleaded.
"Nuh uh." I replied. "I'm serious." Bo crinkled his brow at me, in
mock annoyance; then he playfully stuck his tongue out at me. A long
pause.
"Pleeeaaaase...." Bo begged pathetically. I had to laugh out loud at
his bewildered expression, as he gave me the dreaded, 'puppy dog eyes'.
"Oh come on... How can anyone resist that? A quick one then." I
laughed. And with a huge grin, Bo hurriedly undid the button of his shorts
and pushed them down to his knees, and then kicked them off.
I settled in between his thighs, breathing in his wonderful pubescent
boy scent, as I continued to rub his upper thighs. I watched his young
soft boypole begin to extend itself, and slowly, of it's own accord, start
to move upward.
Leaning in closely, I breathed a teasingly warm breath over his junk. I
saw goosebumps play briefly across his skin, and Bo sighed longingly.
Softly, I slid my tongue from the base of his shaft slowly up and over his
hooded glans. It twitched, and Bo rested his hands softly on my shoulders.
I gazed at the thin pliant skin that wrapped his crown, and I swizzled
my tongue over it's molded shape, feeling the cracker jack prize hidden
within. Bo's grip on my shoulders seemed to tighten, and with a smile I
took his young cucumber into my mouth.
With purpose I began sucking him. Deeply down to his core, ruffling his
sparse pubes with my nose, and back again. I made it my mission to
masturbate him this way; my mouth, becoming his surrogate hand.
Bo moaned, and his young hips danced about, as if to some unheard music.
I brought my hand up to his scrotum, and gently squeezed his nuts,
encouraging them to do their job. Bo's hands drifted from my shoulders to
my head, and he laced his fingers in my hair, trying to anchor himself to
me.
His feet banged my thighs at times, as they lashed about, untethered,
with no one in control. It didn't take long for the horny little bugger to
reach take off speed, and then he spilled his frothy young load into my
mouth as his fingers clenched in my hair. He curled up tightly around my
head, and shuddered before going limp... Breath boy, breath...
After several minutes he had recovered breath and senses. A sweet
little smile crossed his lips, and we nestled in closely together, as the
late afternoon sun continued to stream in through the loft window. Lying
there on our backs; we both felt content.
"Guess what?" Bo breathed quietly. "I'm not nervous about tomorrow
anymore. Thanks Erik..."
"Mm hmm. Anytime." I replied, as I accepted his wet kiss. We relaxed
there for little longer; perhaps even dozing off for a few minutes or so.
After awhile we made our way out of the loft, and back down the ladder into
the barn.
That evening, Anneli prepared a great dinner for us. Since Bo had his
big ride tomorrow, she loaded us up with some of her homemade Lasagna.
Carbo' loading for Bo; just damn good eating for me. We ate heartily, and
enjoyed every bit of it; right down to the blackberry pie for dessert.
After a little television, Bo decided to turn in; he wanted a good
nights rest for the race. He said his goodnights, gave hugs all around,
and ambled back to his room. He had been worried that he might be too
excited to sleep, but as tired as he was, he drifted off within ten
minutes, and slept soundly through the night.
I guess I was more excited than he was, because I lay awake nearly an
hour, my mind abuzz with thoughts of the race, and of the 'overnight' with
the boys at Jan's house. Geeze, what had I gotten myself into..?
End of Part Ten
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Naked In the Night / 1 thru 8
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Boys On Holiday 12/10/10 The Thing About Cory 11/23/10
My Time With David 11/7/10 My Friend Coda 10/24/10
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