Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2011 11:13:01 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boy From Sweden Part 11
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 helped Bo and Jan with final preparations for
their big Criterium Bike race. Arrangements were made for Erik to watch
over the boys for the weekend, including two other boys from the cycling
team. And, Bo and Erik had a little 'fun' in Bo's secret area in the barn.
Saturday now, and time for some fun...
The Boy From Sweden
Part Eleven
The day had finally arrived for Bo and Jan's bike race, and it was
starting out to be a beautiful Saturday morning. Early sunlight drained
through the windows of Erik's room in the barn, falling lazily across him
as he lay there sleeping.
The warmth of it caressed his bare teenage torso; which was only
partially covered by his bedclothes. "Mmmm ..." Erik stretched himself
awake, and flipped the covers further down, leaving him naked to the waist.
He slid his hands down, and tucked them under the top edge of the
sheets, letting them come to rest on top of his inner thighs, with his
thumbs across his soft tight pubes. His fingertips were just touching his
boy parts, and he enjoyed the pleasant warmth that radiated from his tender
bits.
"Mmm..." He breathed quietly as he took a more fulfilling grip of
himself, causing his young member to awaken along with him. He began to
slide his palm slowly up and down his length, further encouraging his young
stalk into participation.
Just then however, the door burst open, startling him as Bo came
exploding into the room. The boy was barefoot, but already wearing his
spandex riding uniform, and he ran and leaped up excitedly onto the bed.
He straddled Erik, sitting across his lower stomach, with a leg on each
side. "I'm so amped..." He burst out. "Erik, today is the race. I'm so
friggin' excited..." He beamed as he squirmed around, full of energy.
"Uh... I'm getting excited too." Erik responded with a smile, as Bo's
butt continued to wriggle around on top of him. Finally Bo got a funny
look in his eyes as he could feel the firm bump beneath his butt.
"Hey..." He grinned, as he reached his hand down under his bum. His
fingers found the lump, and he playfully squeezed it's source. "What's
this..?" He asked teasingly. Erik quickly brought his hands up, and
grabbing Bo above the waist, he tickled him as he rolled the boy off to the
side.
Bo squirmed more as he giggled under Erik's playful fingers. Erik
rolled slightly on top of the other boy, and he looked happily into Bo's
cheerful face. "Morning, sunshine..." He said, and then gave Bo a quick
little kiss.
The other boy quit squirming, and he smiled back at Erik. Then he
wrapped his arms around the older boy, and squeezed him in a friendly hug
for a moment. Finally, he reached his hand down under the sheets, and
cupped his fingers around Erik's still turgid member; giving it a friendly
morning squeeze as well.
"No... Not now." Erik smiled. "This time you really do have to save
your energy.
"I know. I just wanted to honk the horn, for good luck." Bo smiled.
"Huh? What does that mean?" Erik asked, sincerely confused. Bo
grinned, and quickly he gave two quick squeezes to Erik's boner.
"Honk, honk...." Bo laughed playfully as he jumped up, and leaped off of
Erik's bed. The older boy tried to make a quick grab for him; but getting
tangled up in his sheets, Erik tumbled harmlessly to the floor. Both boys
laughed as Erik lay prone on the floor; with bed sheets wrapped around his
lower body.
Still giggling, Bo stepped over and took Erik's hand, helping get up
from the ground. They smiled at each other, and Erik tousled his hair;
with a parting kiss, Bo turned and headed back to the house for breakfast.
Erik dressed quickly, and went out to the field, to take care of the
morning farm chores. Bodil joined him shortly, and between the two of them
they finished everything off fairly quickly, allowing Erik time for a quick
shower and some breakfast.
Bo was nervously puttering around the house, and finally around nine
they were ready to head out. Bodil, Anneli, Erik and Bo all loaded into
the SUV to head into town. Bo made a last minute check; he had his helmet,
gloves, riding shoes and of course his bike. Except for his nerves, he was
ready.
Erik smiled slightly as he watched Bo's leg, bounce nervously up and
down; excitement and anticipation flowing through him. Sitting in the back
seats, Erik reached over and took Bo's hand into his own, giving it a warm
squeeze.
"Relax bud." He said. "Your gonna do fine." Bo looked over at him and
smiled appreciatively, if not a bit apprehensively. "Just remember to have
fun, ok?!"
"I will. Thanks Erik..." Bo answered.
When they pulled up near the bike shop in town, there was a lot of
commotion going on. Cars, and bikes were everywhere, as people were
filtering into the area for the races. This was a big event, not just
local; and riding clubs and teams were coming in from all over.
There was a fairly festive atmosphere, with a dazzling array of bikes
and team colors. There would actually be several races during the day.
Cyclists were spread into different categories; the Junior, Elite, and
Masters. Within each group, there were different levels as well, though
here, each level would race together in their own group.
Bo unloaded his bike from the car and quickly made his way over to the
cycle shop and his coach. He found Jan, and other boys from the club, and
they all chattered amongst themselves with nervous energy, as they pinned
race numbers to their jerseys.
Their coach, Greger, finally gathered all the boys together for a final
talk about tactics and such. Each rider has his own strengths, so in this
type of race, each would use the techniques best suited for their own style
of riding.
Jan was an excellent sprinter for example, so he would try to pace
himself to the end, and be in position to sprint at the finish. Bo had
amazing stamina, and though he was not as fast a sprinter as Jan; he
recovered more quickly, and could therefore jump into any breakaways
without burning himself out.
The Criterium, for the Juniors was what amounted to nearly an hour long
race. The course was laid out, and each lap was just over two kilometers
(1 1/3 miles). There would be six turns on the course, with one
respectable incline.
Essentially it would come down to endurance and positioning over the
long haul. The boys all hooked their bikes up to 'stationary trainers',
allowing them to spin, and warm up for the race. It was essential that
your body was loose, and already up to optimum circulation at the start.
There were many great locations around the course to watch, including
some bleachers set up near the start finish line. Bodil and Anneli joined
Jan's parents in the bleachers. They saved a spot for Erik, but he wanted
to be down on course for a close up look at most of it, and he worked
himself into a front position along the barriers.
It was ten minutes till race time, and Bo, Jan, Petter, and several
other boys including Stefan and Kinney from his team made their way to the
start line. With starting positions not specifically assigned, it was good
to be at least in the front third for the start. There would be sixty
three riders in this category to start the race.
Over the loud speakers, the race announcer was calling out names, and
clubs in introduction; as the Juniors bunched in and covered the street at
the start line. The race always drew large crowds; locals, other cycling
clubs, and excited spectators. There was a lot of commotion, and crowd
noise as people chattered and hollered out.
Bo tightened the Velcro strap, on his riding gloves, and reset his
sunglasses snugly in place. He shook out his hands, with nervous
anticipation, as the announcer called out 'one minute'.
He looked over at Jan, positioned just to his left. They bumped
knuckles, and clapped each other on the back, smiling grimly at each other.
The boys clipped their riding shoes into the upper peddle. Bo focused, and
then remembered what Erik had told him.
"Hey..." He called out to Jan, who turned and looked at him. "Have
fun..!" He smiled warmly. Then he turned to look forward and focus in.
"Ten seconds..." The announcer called out through the overhead
bullhorns. Everyone tensed on their bikes; cheering filled the surrounding
air... The horn blared overhead, and in one big surge, sixty three bikes
jumped into motion.
Crit' races are all different. Some start out a little slower, and
build up to pace; and some, like this one, started quickly with riders
immediately working for position. Bo and Jan found themselves in amongst
the first twenty riders at the start; but almost at once other riders began
trying to file past into open slots.
Even though it's a long race, it's best to stay toward the front of the
pack. In truth, the work rate is less there. Riders can avoid the
'accordion effect', going into the corners at faster speeds, and then
maintaining it, rather than the back riders who have to slow down for those
in front and then use extra energy to pick up the pace and catch up again.
It is a race of endurance. The less you use in the body of the race;
the more you have left at the end. Also, crashes happen from time to time;
and it was always better to be in front of it, rather than having to fight
around it.
Bo slipped to the outside edge of riders and slotted in on the wheel of
another bike, to draft and conserve more energy; Jan had done the same.
Being caught in the middle, particularly later on, meant that you may not
be able to move out when the time comes to make a move.
Bike racing requires steady nerves, as the peloton (pack) is frequently
in close quarters, only inches apart at high speeds. Someone swerves into
your path, or taps their brake, or touches a tire; and a dozen riders can
go down in a heap, real fast.
A rider pulled by on his outside, and Bo tucked in on his wheel,
allowing the draft to pull him forward in the slot. He was down in the
drops, (holding the lower part of the handlebars). This, the most
aerodynamic race position, and also helps keep out other handlebars that
might snag yours, spilling you to the ground in tight quarters.
The first tight turn came up, and both Jan and Bo kept their speed as
they charged through. The cadence was quite high, and the next turn came
upon them rather quickly. There was some bumping, and jostling as the
riders came out of the second turn which forced Bo outside somewhat.
He recognized the problem, and decided then that he would slide to the
inside next time at this turn. As the road straitened, three riders jumped
a bit; attempting an early breakaway. Bo knew it was pointless this early,
and he didn't take the bait. They were inexperienced, and would be caught
in a lap or two.
Around the course, three more turns and then up the one incline in the
race. Bo thought back to training, the day he had taken the lead on the
hill climb to try and impress Erik. Bo was strong on a climb, and he knew
in the last lap, that this would be a good spot for him to make a push.
Around they went, and the riders ripped across the start/finish line,
amidst the sounds of cheering and screaming spectators. The race announcer
called out the time as they flew past.
The next bunch of laps churned past, and Bo made mental notes each time;
searching for the best line, and watching his competitors for their
strengths and weaknesses. Coming out of the second turn, Bo had worked his
way to the inside this time, and he breezed out of the turn with the front
pack of nine riders.
There was a very slight gap, and then the rest of the peloton was right
there. They started down the longest straightaway, and a group of six or
seven riders from the peloton pushed forward on the inside, making it a
tight pack of sixteen at the front.
Bo was caught up in the surge, and forced into the middle of the group.
One rider had cut across his line, forcing him to veer inside. The move was
likely not intentional, but against the rules never the less. It cost him
several positions, as the outside riders slid past.
There was some bumping going on, and Bo had a slight scare when yet
another rider was forced into him. He quickly reached out and put his hand
on the riders back, holding him away somewhat, and steadying both riders.
When he pulled his hand back to his handlebars, he extended his elbows a
little; a smart technique in tight situations to keep handlebars and hands
from bumping and tangling. Bo regained his focus. With the pack this
tight, it took him another full lap to slowly work himself back to the
outside.
Lap after lap, the cadence of the race remained high. A tempo that
would surely reek havoc on the riders near the end. The booth announcer
continued to call out times, and names, as they were well into it now;
pressing toward the final bell...
Bo pushed to the outside where he saw Jan and Petter, on each others
wheel; and he fell in behind them to draft a moment. Unlike a standard
road race, where teams work together all the time, and usually ride to help
the designated rider; a Criterium race is more of an individual event.
Though occasionally they may team up, depending on situations.
Bo noticed now that a small group of riders was making a break away at
the front; and he knew that at this point in the race, you can't get caught
out, and expect to be a contender in the end. Timing worked out well for
him, he was out of position, but they were starting up the incline, so Bo
stood on the pedals and powered past Jan and Petter in chase of the
breakaway.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought of Erik, forcing him to
shift into his upper chain ring up their training hill. How badly it hurt,
and winded him. It paid off now; and though his legs were feeling it, he
churned strongly up the incline and by the top of it, he had bridged across
to the breakaway riders.
As they rounded the last turn for that lap, Bo found himself again in
the front pack of nine boys. The group roared once again past the
start/finish line; the announcer called out the remaining time. Bo glanced
at his cycling computer, and mentally calculated how many more laps there
would be.
Through the two tight turns, and down the long strait away again, still
at a grueling pace. By this point, pain is a word that cyclists know well.
Legs and lungs were beginning to burn, as lactic acid builds up in the
muscles.
Bo hoped he could hold on. Once a rider pushes over his Lactic
Threshold, his muscles are saturated, and the body can't defuse it any
more. Essentially the rider 'bonks'. In layman's terms, he's done for the
day.
As he moved to the inside, Bo's mind began to wander a little. He began
thinking about the pain in his legs, and he dropped off the wheel of the
rider in front of him; lagging a few feet behind. Not a good sign, when
doubt creeps in. He continued pushing, and suddenly, he saw something.
Standing just inside the barrier, with other spectators, was Erik. Bo
glanced at him, and Erik stood there, pointing with both hands to the huge
grin on his own face. "Have fun..." Erik yelled, as Bo raced past.
He pushed onward, around a turn and then up to the long incline again.
He smiled then, or was it a grimace? He was having fun! He loved this...
Bo hadn't noticed then that he had forgotten about the pain in his legs,
and was now thinking about how cool the cycling, and the competition was.
With renewed focus, Bo hit the incline and he stood on the pedals again,
closing the gap to the next rider. Some of the group began to push, and Bo
churned past the rider he had caught; then past another.
By the top of the incline two of the riders were dropped. They had
fallen off the pace and couldn't match the other's acceleration. Only
seven boys comprised the break away group now, and Bo was one of them.
As they rounded the turn, and swept to the outside of the lane, Bo
glanced back under his arm, checking for the following riders. There was a
considerable gap; and then another small group of five or six chasers. He
couldn't be sure, but he thought Jan and Peter were at the front of that
group.
Spectators were a blur of sight and sound as the riders roared down the
main street, past the grandstands. The announcer again, in an excited and
animated voice from above, called out names... The bell was clanging
wildly to indicate that this would be the final lap...
Bo slotted in behind the wheel of another rider, caught his draft, and
then angled to the inside as the turn approached. The drafting technique
and sustained momentum propelled him past that rider, and one other boy.
He was sitting fifth wheel now.
Behind him, Jan and Petter had drawn their chase group closer. They
pumped furiously in pursuit, with Petter pulling ahead of Jan. Bo had no
idea exactly where they were; at this point in a race, you don't look back.
You go all out. More than battling the other riders at this point, you are
battling yourself.
Do you have the will, the drive to force the pain out of your mind?
Bumping again on one of the sharpest turns... For a fleeting fateful
moment Bo felt his rear wheel slip beneath him; but he managed to hold it,
keeping from spilling; though he lost a little distance. One of the riders
he had passed, crept back around him.
Another turn, and up for the last time to the incline. This was it.
Whatever Bo had left, he had to leave it here, on the hill. Some of the
boys ahead of him were older, and seemed to be better sprinters than he
was; and if he didn't catch them now, and reach the last turn with, or
ahead of them, he would be caught out.
As they hit the incline, Bo stood on the pedals again. He grimaced,
sucking hard for breath as he churned forward, his burning thighs pleading
for relief. Suddenly, one of the riders in front of him cracked; the boy
had reached his limits, and the last incline had broken him. Bo pulled
past the kid, leaving him for the pursuing vultures.
Near the top of the incline now, and Bo was flush with one of the other
three riders. Their shoulders bumped as each boy fought to grind it out.
For Bo, it seemed like some surreal scene from a movie.
Everything was happening so fast, spectators were a screaming blur; but
for him, everything flowed in slow motion, and he heard nothing. The boys
drained around the final corner, with one hundred meters to go.
It was an all out sprint now, a battle for survival as spent legs
churned feverishly, running on fumes and instinct... The boys were all up,
out of the saddle and pouring every last ounce of energy into the tank. Bo
crept forward, slotted in behind the wheel of the third rider.
He had to make some kind of move, now... Wanting to go up the left side
he shifted his weight, but the rider ahead of him leaned that same way;
their wheels almost touched and Bo instantly changed tack. He pushed
right; and powered forward, the slingshot effect whipped him forward,
alongside the other rider; it was all a dazzling flurry, and at the line he
lunged his handlebars forward, taking third position...
The yellow painted finish line whisked past beneath them in a distorted
blur. The loudspeaker was blaring an incoherent babble of words as the
drained riders dissipated speed, and gradually rolled to a stop. Bo's head
wearily drooped over his handlebars, totally exhausted and spent.
An arm draped over his shoulder, as one of the other front riders leaned
into him, then another. Their helmets rested together in a huddle of boys,
all straining for breath. "Well done man..." "That was (pant) friggin
wild..." "What a fuckin finish..." All of the winded voices sucking to
find their breath.
"That was (pant) totally awesome. (pant) You were great..." It was Jan's
voice. Bo looked at him with a huge (though worn out) grin. Bo threw his
arms around Jan's shoulders in a congratulatory hug.
He turned and looked at another boy walking toward him, in yellow spandex.
This was the boy who had finished first. He was two years older than Bo;
but he clapped a hand on top of Bo's helmet... "Great ride." He
beamed. "Damn you're tough..." He clasped hands with him, and they clapped
each other on the back.
Bo's eyes anxiously scanned the area, and up into the bleachers. He
spotted his grandparents there. They were grinning and applauding, and
Bodil happily punched his fist triumphantly in the air.
And there was Eric, standing proudly with a gigantic grin on his face Bo
saw him, and a joyful tear filled his eye. Erik pointed to him, then
reached back and patted his own chest. A grin covered Bo's face, and he
pointed both fingers at it. "I had fun." He mouthed. "Your Awesome..."
Erik shouted back.
The riders milled about; some grinning, some sourly disappointed, but
all of them exhausted. The group from Bo's cycling team all gathered
together, trying to recover in mass. They hugged each other, bumped
helmets and exchanged high fives.
Greger, the coach beamed, happily as he joined the boys in the group.
In the eight years of running his teams competing, this was one of the best
overall finishes the Junior Cyclers had ever had. Three riders in the top
ten, and two more in the top fifteen. Out of sixty three racers, that was
quite an accomplishment.
Jan had finished fifth. His strong sprinting skills had closed the gap
at the end. Petter had come in right on his wheel in sixth. But he was
most proud of Bo, one of his youngest riders. Bo had made the podium,
finishing a strong and impressive third. Third, out of sixty three riders.
Fantastic.
The two boys who had finished first and second, were from Stockholm, and
at fourteen and fifteen years old, they were several years older than young
Bo. That in itself was a huge statement. Bo had finished less than a bike
length back, behind two older and more experienced riders.
They made their way to the grandstand, and as the announcer called out
their names, they stepped up to take their positions. Each boy received a
medallion. The winner was handed a respectable Silver plated trophy, and
both Bo and the second place finisher were given a really neat Acrylic
trophy, laser etched, and in the shape of a racing cyclist.
When the announcer called out their names, there was loud cheering and
whooping; and when Bo's name was called, the local boy seemed to draw the
loudest cheers. "Yaaaaa...." Bo thought he heard Erik's voice, even above
the others.
Finally the boys were free to join their families. They hurried into
the group to receive hugs and congratulations. There were hugs all around
for both Jan and Bo. Jan's parents and little brother were ecstatic as
they congratulated both boys.
Bo's grandparents were thrilled, and genuinely happy to see the joy on
Bo's face. And then, saving him for last, Bo went to Erik and threw his
arms around him in a tight hug.
"That was awesome." Erik beamed.
"Thanks." Bo said warmly, as he basked in Erik's approval.
"You guys were flying the whole time, it was amazing." Erik said, as Jan
joined them in a group hug.
They all chatted excitedly for a few minutes. Jan's parents finally had
to say their goodbyes, and gave last moment instructions to the boys, as
they were now heading off to Stockholm for their anniversary weekend.
The boys asked if they could hang around for awhile. They wanted to
enjoy all the excitement and commotion of the event, and even watch the
next race, which featured the older riders from the Elite category.
Bodil and Anneli were more than fine with this. They wanted to go in
and do some shopping anyway. They agreed to meet the boys at the bike shop
in a few hours, after the next race had finished. Bodil slipped the boys
some money, so they could buy some snacks if they wanted.
The boys bought sno-cones, and then hot dogs from some of the vendors
around the site. Mikael, Jan's little brother was having fun, happily
getting to tag along with all the older boys for a change.
They met up with some of the other boys from the cycling team; including
Stefan and Kinney, the two boys who were coming over later to spend the day
swimming and, well, maybe other stuff...
They all had a fun time, just being boys and hanging out together amidst
all the commotion and atmosphere of an event like this. They finally
settled in at one point along the course to watch the next race, and
excitedly cheer on their older team members.
When that race had finished, the boys made their way back to Örebro
Cyklar, the bike Shop. After several minutes, Bo's grandparents showed up
to pick them up. They piled into the SUV, and drove back out to Jan's
place.
"Ok, well... You boys take care, and behave yourselves." Anneli remarked
as the boys piled out in the driveway, and grabbed thier gear.
"We will Mormor (Grandma), thanks." Bo smiled.
"If you need anything..." Bodil suggested as he looked at Erik.
"I think we'll be fine sir. But I'll call if we do." Erik promised.
With waves, Bodil and Anneli drove off, heading back to the farm. The boys
all looked at each other, with knowing grins, and headed into the house.
Once inside, they tossed their gear up in Jan's bedroom, and then made
their way into the kitchen to grab some drinks, and get some snacks ready;
which they took outside by the pool.
Mikael, Jan's ten year old brother was already peeling off his clothes,
and quickly naked, he plunged into the pool to swim in the hot afternoon
heat. "Come on.." He shouted, at the other boys, wanting them to join him.
"Calm down Mikael." Jan said sternly. "You promised to be cool,
right?!"
"Aw, I am... I just want you guys to get in with me." He pleaded.
"We have plenty of time bro, just chill." Jan said, then he looked at Bo
and Erik. "I knew he'd be all wired."
"Ah, he's ok..." Bo laughed. "We'll just tie him up somewhere if he
gets out of hand." The boys laughed.
"I heard that..." Mikael remarked from the pool. "I'll be good...
Geeze."
About that time, the front door bell chimed, and Jan hurried inside to
answer it. Stefan and Kinney were standing there, with their backpacks.
Stefan's mom had brought them over, and she waved from her car in the
drive.
"Ha kul pojkar." (Have fun boys) She called out. "Ring mig nar det ar
dags att komma hem." (Call me when it is time to come home).
"Hejdå mamma." (Bye mom) Stefan answered, as he waved to his mother.
The other boys waved briefly as well, and they all went inside. Kicking
off their shoes and socks, the three of them headed through the house and
out to the pool deck where the other boys greeted them.
"Alright, Hej Stefan. Hej Kinney." Waves and smiles were exchanged
"Well, lets get changed, and do some swimming..." Jan suggested, to
everyone's
agreement.
"Hold on a sec." Erik said. He noticed the four boys were still wearing
their team spandex cycling gear. He pulled his iPhone out. "Let me grab a
picture of you guys as a group." The four boys arranged themselves
together, in their matching spandex outfits, and Erik took several pics of
the them. "Cool, thanks..." he grinned.
Jan led the group back to the cedar structure where the sauna, shower
and toilet were housed. Once inside, the boys began getting ready. Both
Jan and Bo were quick to strip down, and get under the two shower heads to
rinse off the sweat and grime from the ride.
Stefan pulled off his gear and he stood patiently, waiting his turn at
the shower, as he hung his towel on one of the pegs. Stefan was thirteen,
but he would turn fourteen next week; he stood about five foot six, with
the same lean build as all cyclists have.
He had feathery brown, middle length hair and deep brown eyes. Like the
other young Swedes, his wasn't circumcised, and his soft adolescent
appendage hung loosely at three and a half inches, and was crowned with
only a sparse offering of fluffy pubes.
Jan turned and eyed him, as he stepped out of the shower. "Ah, one hung
low..." He said in his best Asian accent. Referring to Stefan's nuts; the
left one dangling somewhat lower than the right. Stefan laughed, and
touched his fingers to it.
"Ya... Guess I play with that one too much..." He joked as he took
Jan's place in the shower.
Bo had finished rinsing off as well; and Erik noticed that Kinney wasn't
undressed yet, and since he was ready, Erik stepped into the shower next to
Stefan. The other boy glanced down at Erik's junk, as boys do, and noticed
that he was circumcised.
"You ain't from around here are ye boy?" Stefan said, trying to have a
southern drawl in his voice. Erik grinned at him, then took his boyhood in
his fingers.
"Ya, guess I play with it too much... Must of worn the skin right off of
it." He teased back, and all the boys had a laugh.
Jan and Bo rushed out of the pool house, and leaped naked into the pool.
Stefan finished his rinse off, and he peeked out the door toward the pool,
where he saw the others swimming naked. "Antar att dett är fri boll tid."
(Guess it's free ball time) he joked.
He scurried out the door and with a loud hoot, did a running cannon ball
into the pool next to Mikael, splashing him. Erik was still standing under
the shower, and he looked out toward Kinney. The boy was dawdling there,
stalling for time, with his back to Erik.
"You coming Kinney?" Erik asked softly.
"Uhh, ya..." The boy answered timidly. "I'll uh.... Be out in a
second. You go on ahead." He said softly. Erik instantly felt for the kid.
Kinney was a shy twelve year old, and clearly he was feeling a bit
uncomfortable.
"Ok man. Come on out when your ready. It's cool..." Erik offered. He
stepped out of the shower and grabbing up a towel he headed for the door.
Kinney turned his head briefly.
"Erik?" he said quietly.
"Ya, sup?" Erik stopped.
"Is it okay if I wear my bathing suit?" Kinney asked, embarrassed. Erik
walked back over to the boy and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Hey... Don't worry about it bud. Of course you can wear your swim
suit. Look..." He turned the boy around to face him. "No one cares, it's
all good. We're all friends."
"It's just... I'm just... Well..." Kinney stammered.
"Ahh, you don't have to explain, it's cool... Come on, I'll tell you
what..." Erik said, and he stepped back over to the bench where he had
piled his clothes. He grabbed into the pile and retrieved the sport shorts
that he had been wearing. Stooping, Erik stepped back into them, and
pulled them up his hips.
He smiled at Kinney, and walked back over to him. "Look, I'll wear my
shorts too. It's no big deal." The youngster looked up at him, feeling
relieved.
"Thanks Erik." He said quietly; and quite surprisingly, he reached out
and hugged Erik
"No prob..." Erik returned, as he wrapped his arms around the boy's soft
bare shoulders. Their torsos pressed warmly into one another. "Come on
out when you're ready." He said as they broke the brief hug. Erik stepped
toward the door.
"Wait, please..." Kinney asked. He turned his back to Erik, and with a
settling breath he pulled off his spandex riding shorts, and fumbled with
his swim trunks; trying to step into them quickly.
Erik looked at the boy's youthful body. He was lean like the other
boys, and had a cute indented dimple on the sides of his butt cheeks. As
the boy nervously struggled to pull on his suit, he stumbled a bit when his
foot caught in one of the leg openings.
Erik darted out his hand to catch the boy as he began to fall. Kinney's
body turned slightly toward him as he did, and Erik was afforded a quick
look at the youngsters boy bits. Kinney quickly recovered, and hurriedly
pulled his swim suit up around his hips, safely covered.
He stood there, and smiled shyly over at Erik as they grabbed a couple
of towels for themselves. When they started for the door, Erik glanced
over at him. "Just so you know..." He said, looking toward Kinney's mid
section. "I think you look good down there. Nothing to be shy about."
Kinney blushed a little; but at the same time he thought that was a
pretty cool thing for Erik to have said. They walked out to the pool deck
and tossed their towels onto the lounge chairs, as Jan's little brother
quickly looked over at them.
"Hey... What's with the swim suits?" he blurted out, causing Kinney to
feel a little self conscious.
"Håll käft Mikael..." (Shut up) Jan scolded him. "Everyone can do what
they want to. It's cool. Come on guys, jump in..." Erik dove, and Kinney
jumped into the pool; and within minutes the boys were all splashing, and
laughing happily as they played in the water.
For over an hour, the six boys frolicked about in the hot afternoon sun.
They played some 'ball tag' (No, it's not what you're thinking), and even
got into a round or two of Marco Polo, which led to a few underwater
'grabs'. (Yes, now it's exactly what you are thinking...) They played for
a long time.
"Dude, I'm kinda hungry. Got anything to snack on?" Stefan asked, as he
pulled himself out of the water.
"Oh shit... Forgot all about that, sorry. Ya we have all sorts of
stuff. Come on, let's go grab some stuff from the kitchen." Jan said,
climbing out of the pool. Bo hopped out also, and the boys toweled
themselves off; still naked they headed inside the house.
"I'll be right there, gotta pee first." Erik said, as he got out of the
water.
"Ya, me too." Kinney added, as Erik walked across the pool deck and
headed into the pool house. He walked into the small bathroom without
closing the door, and stood in front of the toilet.
Kinney entered the pool house, and he stood patiently just outside the
bathroom. Erik glanced back over his shoulder as he fished his dick out of
his shorts. "Hey. Come on in, it's alright."
Kinney looked nervous, and he finally shuffled forward without much
enthusiasm. "Come on then..." Erik repeated. "Friends can pee together."
Kinney stepped forward shyly and stood next to Erik in front of the toilet.
He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his swim suit and stood there a
moment, as Erik's stream began to splash in the bowel.
The younger boy shyly glanced at Erik's penis, but then he quickly
looked back down. He seemed to consider things for a second, and then he
pulled his trunks down in front a little, and fished his own willy out of
them.
He stood there, pointing his uncircumcised wiener toward the toilet.
Erik looked over at him, with a smile. "See... That's not so bad." He
said, as he looked down at the younger boy's member. "Don't be shy
man. You look just like everybody else... Well, except for me." Erik
indicated his own penis.
Kinney looked over at it, as Erik continued to pee into the bowl. "I'm
the only one who's cut." Erik said to him. "So, if anyone feels awkward,
it should be me." Kinney looked up to Erik's face, and he saw a friendly
smile there. He liked Erik, and finally feeling relaxed, his own stream of
pee began to flow.
He looked back at Erik's dick. He had seen it earlier when they were
changing, but now he got his first close look at a circumcised boy part.
"I think yours looks good like that too." He said quietly.
"Really? Thanks Kinney." Erik smiled warmly, hoping to make the other
boy relax even more. He had finished peeing, but he left himself hanging
out till Kinney's stream trickled off to the last few squirts. "You know
what? If you pull your foreskin back, our dicks look exactly the same."
Kinney looked up at him, then back down to his boy part. He considered
a moment, then slid the foreskin back off the head of his young penis. He
glanced back and forth between his, and Erik's boy parts.
"Mines kinda small." He said quietly.
"Kinney, you're twelve. It looks just right to me."
"It's not near as big as Bo's, and he's the same age." Kinney observed.
"And I don't have any hairs yet, and he does." Erik looked at him and
smiled again softly.
"So? Dude it's not a contest. Bo is like, almost thirteen. And
everyone develops at different times. Look, I'm seventeen, and as much as
I hate to admit it; mine is really average. And I'm kinda short too, but I
don't let it bother me."
Kinney looked up at Erik. He knew the older boy was trying to make him
feel better, and he appreciated. it. "So... You wanna go in and get
something to eat." Kinney asked.
"Ya buddy... I'm hungry, come on..." He tucked himself away, and
walked out of the bathroom. Kinney followed him toward the door.
"Uh... Wait a sec." Kinney said softly. He turned and walked to the
changing benches where his backpack and other clothes were. He stood there
a moment with his back to Erik; thinking, and conjuring up his nerve.
Without another word, he grabbed his swim suit and pulled it down his
legs; stepping out of it. He took a deep breath, and shyly he turned
around, with his hands hanging awkwardly in front of him. He was kind of
trying to cover himself, but, at the same time, not.
Erik looked at the vulnerable naked boy standing there, and he smiled at
him. Kinney did have a nice little body. His young penis was shy of three
inches, but it was nicely shaped with a tight little scrunch of foreskin at
it's tip. His testicles hung in a smooth sac of silk, slightly down from
his groin.
"Wow... You know, you look absolutely normal to me." Erik said as he
walked over to the benches. He pulled his own sport shorts off and tossed
them back onto the pile. He looked again at Kinney, and admired the his
smooth bare pubic mound. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.
Kinney nodded, and seeing Erik stand there comfortably with his hands on
his hips; he let his own hands rest loosely at his sides. "Ok..." He
breathed. "Lets go." The two boys walked out of the pool room; and with
Erik leading the way, they walked boldly into the house and then the
kitchen.
Bo saw them as they walked in, and he smiled a pleased grin when he
noticed Kinney, butt naked. He tapped Jan on the arm, and pointed. Jan
turned his head, and he smiled as well. "All right Kinney..." Jan said as
he and Bo both gave the youngster high fives. Kinney was only slightly
embarrassed by the attention.
"So whatcha' got to eat?" he asked boldly; changing the subject.
"I'm makin' sandwiches." Jan offered. "What kind do you want?" And
with that, Kinney quickly seemed to blend in to the 'naked' thing. No one
made any remarks, and Bo even put his arm around Kinney's shoulders at one
point, as they laughed, and tossed grapes through the air into each others
mouths.
With a bunch of food and drinks, the boys carried everything back
outside to the table where they all sat around stuffing their faces for
awhile. The grape tossing continued again, until suddenly it escalated
into a grape war.
The soft little grapes were flying everywhere, and splattering on naked
bodies as the free for all continued. At one point, Jan seemed to become
the main target, and after taking one in the nuts (thrown by his little
brother), Jan dove into the pool to escape.
All of them piled into the water then, into a tangled mass of boys as
they jumped on one another; playfully splashing and dunking one another.
Some grab ass began to sneak into the fray, and soon that too escalated
into some well placed gropes.
Kinney didn't grab for anyone's private parts, he was still a little shy
about something like that; if not a little worried that he might pop a
boner. He tried to work himself to the side of the pool without being
noticed; but suddenly arms wrapped around him, and his boy bits were being
firmly held in someone's hands.
They rolled under water, and everything twisted around. He never even
saw which one of the boys had juggled his junk. Surprising even himself
though, Kinney dove under water and grabbed someone else. When they
surfaced, he was face to face with Erik, with his hand firmly squeezing
Erik's spongy length. Erik laughed at him, then taking in a mouthful of
water he squirted it in Kinney's face.
The boys were all hooting, and squealing with delight as the horseplay
continued. With several of the boys chasing him, Mikael pulled himself up
onto the edge pool. He stood and faced the pool, and his little ten year
old dick was standing up stiffly, and pointing to the afternoon sky.
"Ahhh, haa..." Stefan pointed. "Mikaels' got a boner..." He laughed,
and everyone else looked over at the youngster standing at the pools edge.
Mikael couldn't care less, and he bent his knees a bit, and put his arms
out to the sides, looking left, then right.
"Walk like an Egyptian.... Uhh, uhh..." He began to sing and dance
around, wiggling his hips so his young stiffy bounced off his bare belly.
All the boys cracked up at the hilarious antics.
Bo clambered up onto the pool deck laughing. He stood next to Mikael,
and began to do the dance alongside him. "Walk like an Egyptian..." he
sang the old Steve Martin song, and pumped his hips around. His own young
prick began to plump then as it playfully bounced off his thighs and belly.
Young Kinney couldn't stop laughing, and to his own surprise, as he
pulled himself out of the pool, he too had more than a mild case of
erection. He blushed a deep red at first, and covered himself with his
hands.
He looked around, a little panicked, till he saw Erik smile warmly at
him. Erik swam over near him. "It's ok... Look around." Erik directed.
Kinney looked over at the other boys. Bo and Mikael were still bouncing
around, their young stiffs standing at full attention; and they weren't
embarrassed in the least.
Kinney glanced back at Erik and smiled softly. "You're pretty cool." He
said, and then he leaped back into the water, splashing Erik. The other
boys joined in, leaping into the pool as well, and the tangle of boys began
anew.
Both Bo and Kinney climbed onto Erik's back trying to dunk him.
Kinney's still hard member pressed into, and slid across Erik's smooth warm
skin, causing Kinney to shiver delightedly. He was quite surprised at how
nice that had felt to him.
The boys tousled around for another twenty minutes, and one by one they
pulled themselves up onto the pool deck to rest.
By now, the boys were all feeling a little worn. They had ridden a long
and grueling race earlier in the day; and now had played hard in the pool
for the past few hours.
"Hey..." Jan offered. "I'm gonna go turn on the sauna, so we can all go
in there in a little while if you guys want to."
"That sounds pretty good." Stefan said, as he crawled up and sat on the
edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water. "My thighs are kinda
stiff from the race today."
"Ya, I'm a little stiff too..." Bo grinned as he stood, and grabbed his
crotch. And everyone started laughing at his little play on words.
"Nice one, boner boy." Jan chided, as he walked toward the pool house.
Erik climbed out of the pool then, and as he walked over to the table to
grab a soda, he swatted Bo playfully on his wet, naked butt as he walked
past.
"Hey..." Bo squealed indignantly. "You're gonna pay for that mister..."
Erik looked back at him with a grin.
"Oh, whatcha' gonna do?" He mocked. "Dance like an Egyptian on me?"
And playfully he imitated Bo's little dance. The boys grinned at each
other. Payback would come later...
Everyone snacked on some of the goodies at the table, and after ten
minutes or so, the sauna was all warmed up and ready to go. "Come on,
sauna's ready." Jan suggested. And with that, the six naked boys grabbed
up their towels and headed inside.
Two at a time, the boys slipped under the showers to rinse the chlorine
off of themselves, and then head into the sauna. Kinney and Mikael were
the last two under the showers, and with the other boys having already gone
into the sauna; Mikael kept looking at the other boys junk.
"Can I touch your weener?" He suddenly, and boldly asked Kinney.
"What?" Kinney was more than a bit surprised. "Wh... Why would you
wanna do that?" He asked.
"Cause it feels good silly." The precocious ten year old answered
honestly, as they continued to shower. "So... Can I?" he asked again.
"Please..?"
"No." Kinney answered a bit shyly, and he blushed slightly.
"Why not." Mikael persisted. "You can touch mine..." He offered.
Kinney turned slightly away to hide his now stiffening boy part, and he
blushed again. "It's alright, I know you have a boner." Mikael said. "I
do too..."
Kinney peeked back at him, and the younger boys dick was indeed pointing
skyward again. He looked over toward the sauna door to be sure no one
could see, and then he turned toward Mikael.
"Ok, just like, real quick though." He reached out and took the
youngsters warm tube into his hand. Mikael reached over and did the same;
squeezing Kinney's erection in his small fingers.
Kinney shivered at the warm touch. Except for the few quick gropes in
the pool, no one had ever touched his dick before. He closed his eyes for
a moment, and there was a slight hitch in his breathing. This was yet
another new experience for him today, and it felt... Awesome.
With one last squeeze, Kinney let go of the younger boy's stiff cocklet,
and then pulled his free as well. "Did you like it?" Mikael asked. Kinney
could only nod in answer. "Cool. Let's go get in the sauna with the other
boys."
"What? Right now? I have a hard on." Kinney said.
"So! Just wrap a towel around you, no one will know. Besides, I don't
think yours will be the only boner in there..." Mikael smiled slyly.
"Huh? What does that mean?" He asked. But Mikael only grinned at him,
as he opened the door and walked into the sauna.
End of Part Eleven
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