Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2011 14:35:33 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boy From Sweden Part 6
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 is the story of Bo and Jan, both Swedish boys, and Erik, an
American teenager. Several people have asked, so... 'Jan', is pronounced
more like 'Yawn'. And 'Ja', is pronounced like 'Yaw'. Thanks.
In the last Chapter; Swedish boys, Bo, and Jan had talked Erik, the
teenager from America into coming over to Jan's house after cycling
practice, for a swim and some time in Jan's Sauna. The boys had more in
mind than an innocent swim: and soon were swimming naked in the pool. They
ended up in the sauna, exchanging erotic massages, that eventually led to
each boy's sensual orgasm. Afterwards, Bo and Erik returned home, finding
themselves, alone... And we pick up the story from the last few paragraphs
of chapter five.
The Boy From Sweden
Part Six
"I'll be right back." Bo said. And as he walked back to his room, I
spread out on the couch to relax, and find a movie for us to watch. Bo
came back a moment later; he had gone in to change, and when he came out he
was just wearing his large oversized tee shirt, which came down to mid
thigh on him. He was bare from that point down.
I was lying across the couch, and Bo settled in on the couch in front of
me, our bodies nestled comfortably against one another. We watched for a
long while, my arm wrapped around him. It felt so nice; Bo's warm body,
resting easily against mine, our bare legs and feet overlaying each other.
When the movie ended, Bo said he wanted to watch another one. We really
just wanted to lie together like this, forever. The next movie started,
and with a smile, Bo looked back at me, and asked me to take my shirt off.
Thinking nothing of it, I slipped it up over my head, and now, wearing just
my shorts, Bo leaned back against me.
Ten minutes later, he raised up just a bit, and grabbing his shirt, he
pulled it up over his head. My eyes went wide... The only thing Bo had
on, was a pair of bright yellow Tanga style bikini briefs. A small pouch
of cloth in front, (which he filled nicely) with a thin, one inch band of
elastic material wrapping around his lean waist.
Holy shit... He leaned back warmly against me, and nestled his nearly
bare ass against my shorts. This had gone from incredibly comfortable, to
incredibly sensual in the space of a heartbeat. I rested my arm around his
bare torso again, and felt those butterflies in my belly again. The warmth
of his back pressing invitingly against my chest... Oh shit.... Parts of
me were beginning to stir...
As we lie there for awhile watching the movie, with my arm casually
around him, Bo innocently moved his hand so that it rested on top of mine;
his thumb moved gently back and forth, idly stroking the back of my hand.
It was a pleasant feeling that seemed to show how comfortable he felt with
me.
I closed my eyes for a moment, simply to savor the feel of his warm soft
skin, pressing gently against mine. I had never intended, nor expected
anything like this to have happened during my time here.
Yet, here I was resting comfortably, nearly naked on a couch with this
beautiful Swedish boy. I thought about things back home. I had a 'part
time' girlfriend; nothing serious, just someone who I kind of liked, and
messed around with from time to time. I thought about a few of my guy
friends, who I had shared some sexual experimenting with; but none of it
felt anything like this.
This boy was doing something to me that I couldn't explain. The casual
way we lay together, our legs and bare feet laced together in a warm tangle
of limbs; it was all so, easy. There was no posturing, no planning... It
just felt so relaxing, so right; and there was simply no other place I
would rather be.
I leaned forward an inch, and smelled Bo's soft, clean hair. His long
blond locks were like silk against my cheek, it was fresh, and enticing. I
gently kissed his soft hair, and Bo turned his head to glance back at me.
His blue eyes seemed to wash over me, and a warm little smile spread his
lips. He turned back to watch the movie again, as I drew in a long, slow
and contended breath. I had never felt anything like this in my seventeen
years.
We watched the movie for about twenty minutes, both of us seeming
content in the moment. After a time, Bo shifted his position; and with me
still lying on my side, he was on his back but still nestled firmly against
me, his attention no longer on the movie.
I glanced down to see him looking at me, a warm smile on his young face.
He was so cute. His soft features so smooth and incredibly innocent.
"What..?" I asked softly, as his eyes seemed to be studying me. His smile
doubled shyly.
"Ingenting... (Nothing...)" He spoke quietly. He lifted his hand off
of mine and placed it softly on my bare chest. "I can feel your
heartbeat." He said a few moments later.
"Me too." I answered, as my hand still lay warmly across his torso. I
couldn't help but to look down his body, to the sexy yellow Tanga briefs he
was wearing. The small pouch of material was filled, with his tender
boyhood. "Those are pretty, hot..." I said.
"Ja." (Yes) he replied. "That's why I wore them... For you." He
grinned coyly, as I laughed.
His young fingers were absently meandering across my chest, as his
forefinger inquisitively traced circles around the ring of my nipple. I
also noticed the cloth pouch of his briefs becoming a bit fuller.
"Erik..." He spoke timidly. "Have you... Have you ever..." He paused
as if unsure.
"Have I ever... What?" I urged him to continue. He glanced at me, and
blushed a little, trying to determine if he wanted to continue.
"Har du någonsin... Gjort det med någon?" Bo looked away from my eyes,
embarrassed. I smiled quizzically.
"Bo, I don't have a clue what you just asked me. Just say it." I told
him. He sighed.
"Erik, have you ever... Done it with someone?" he rushed, blushing even
more. I think I must have blushed right along with him.
"I uhh... Well..." I almost wanted to lie to him. At seventeen I was
still a virgin. "No. No I haven't." I said a bit sheepishly. Bo looked
back into my eyes, and smiled again.
"But you want to, ja?" He asked. Finally I saw the humor in it.
"Well duh..." I grinned at him.
Bo smiled up at me, then he rolled into me a bit, and nestled in tightly
against my body. I could feel the stiffness of his boypole as it pressed
into me. I wrapped my arm around him again, and we snuggled into each
others warmth.
My hand softly stroked the supple skin of his back. This tenderness was
worth everything at that moment, and I never wanted to leave this couch. I
slid my hand gently, up and down his young torso, across the small of his
back, and onto the gentle slope of his hips.
When my fingers brushed the elastic band of his briefs, I didn't even
think twice about slipping beneath it, and my hand slid across the smooth
velvety lambskin of his cheek. I cupped my fingers around it, with my
fingertips nestled into the warm, moist depths of his young crease.
This was nirvana. Like a weird fourth dimension, somewhere between
reality and fantasy. I could feel Bo's soft, warm breath against my chest,
and we lay this way for many minutes; until Bo's breathing soften, as he
drifted away into slumber. A contented smile crossed my face, and in
moments I joined him effortlessly in sleep.
I woke up several hours later, the TV still quietly broadcasting in the
background. We had shifted around in our sleep, and I was on my back now,
with Bo's arm and leg resting comfortably across me.
With a long yawn, I raised up a bit to look at this boy, and softly I
rubbed his back. I couldn't resist leaning in and kissing him gently on
his forehead. Carefully, so as not to disturb him, I rolled slightly and
pushed myself up off the couch.
Needing to take a pee, I padded quietly into the bathroom and stood
sleepily in front of the toilet, with my teenage member in my hand. I
stood there awhile, my eyes heavy and almost dozing.
I finally squeezed my young length, trying to coax a piss stream, but
instead a thick drop of precum surfaced, and dripped away like sticky
syrup. Eventually a warm stream of urine flooded up my shaft, and drained
loudly into the toilet; leaving my stretched bladder feeling much better.
I walked back into the living room toward the couch, and stood over the
nearly naked, curled up figure of the young Swede; smiling at the
tenderness of the sight before me. The soft curves of his young, tanned
pubescent body; the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he took breath.
My eyes wandered over his length; from his blond hair down to his
tender toes. My gaze returning to the soft bulge of flesh, barely hidden
beneath the thin yellow fabric of his briefs. A shiver of excited pleasure
ran through me, and I smiled at him. I grabbed the 'remote', and turning
off the TV, I bent over and slid my arms under the boy.
Scootching him gently to the edge, I lifted him off the couch as best I
could, to carry him back into his bedroom. Reaching down awkwardly with
one hand, I slid the covers down, and then lowered Bo to his soft mattress.
I gazed at him in the dim light, and then pulled the bedcovers up around
him, and leaned in close to press my lips briefly against his. Turning, I
started to walk from his room, until I heard his soft. sleepy voice.
"Erik..." he said quietly.
"Hm?" I turned my head to look back at him.
"Where are you going?" Bo asked softly.
"Going to bed. Goodnight Bo." I smiled, and started out again.
"Erik..." He called out again.
"Yes?" I glanced back at him once more.
"Why don't you just sleep in here, with me?" his voice requested.
"Because," I spoke softly. "I have to get up early to do the farm chores
in the morning, and I don't want to wake you." I answered, turning again
for the door.
"Erik..." he persisted.
"What..?" I sighed, turning around yet again.
"I love you Erik..." he breathed sleepily, as he faded off.
With a smile, and a warm feeling inside of me, I turned again and went
back into the living room. Setting the wake up alarm on my cell phone, and
grabbing a comforter from the back of the couch I lay down and settled in.
"I love you too..." I said quietly, to thoughts of him, as I fell asleep.
The cell phone chimes went off at six thirty the next morning, and
rubbing my eyes, I grabbed my phone form the end table and shut off the
decidedly annoying alarm. I sat up and stretched, then forced myself to
get up, and amble into the kitchen
I grabbed some juice from the fridge, and some fresh fruit from a bowel
on the counter for a quick breakfast for myself. When I'd finished, I set
a place at the table for Bo. Getting out several boxes of cereal, a bowl
and a glass for him to use when he got up.
Then it was out to the barn. I slipped into my work jeans and shirt,
brushed my teeth and headed out to the fields to take care of the chores.
I ran the irrigation, just as Bodil had showed me; and then worked down the
list things that needed to be done.
Some time later, I saw Bo coming across the field by the fence. He
grinned and waved at me, as he hurried over to where I was working. "God
morgon..." (Good morning.) he beamed cheerfully.
"Morning, sunshine..." I grinned back at him.
"I will help you, Ja?" Bo offered, and he stepped up alongside of me.
"That's cool, thanks." I returned. Together we spent the next hour and
a half shifting some farm equipment to the other side of the field. I was
impressed with Bo. Many kids his age would have gotten bored quickly, or
would want to quit; but he worked hard, with no complaints till we
finished.
With everything finally done, we took the tools back to the barn; and
putting everything away, I suggested that we go inside, and I would make us
a proper breakfast. Bo liked the idea, and we headed over to the house.
We set about making breakfast. Some farm fresh eggs, scrambled the way
Bo requested, and some Canadian style bacon fried up just right. I even
cooked up some hash browns for us. Bo heated up some blueberry muffins,
and then we sat down at the kitchen table to stuff our faces.
"Mmm, you did good." Bo said, over a mouthful of food.
"It's just eggs bro. But ya, it is kinda tasty huh..?
"Uh huh... I was really hungry too." He said, dishing more onto his
plate. We grubbed it all down, and just as we were finishing, the phone
rang, and Bo picked up the call.
"Hej, detta är Bo." (Hello, this is Bo.) "Åh hej Morfar. (Oh hi
Grandpa). He listened. "Ja, allt är fint." (Everything is fine.) He
smiled at me as they talked a few moments in Swedish, and then Bo handed me
the phone.
"Hello Mr. Hansson." I greeted, "How is your sister doing?"
"Oh, she's still under the weather." Bodil reported. "But she will be
fine, I think. We will stay for most of the day at least, if this is okay
with you."
"Absolutely. We have all the chores done, so there's no worries here
sir." I said.
"Ja... Thanks so much Erik. Bo told me you are doing a wonderful job.
I sure appreciate your help. Okay, well then... We will call you later
this afternoon to let you know what's going on, Ja?"
"Sure, that's cool. Stay as long as you need to; Bo and I have
everything under control here." I listened a bit. "Alright,
thanks... Talk to you later." And I hung up the phone. "Well, it's just us
for awhile." I winked at Bo.
Bo and I put everything away, and cleaned up the kitchen. We looked at
each other, still kind of messy from our earlier farm chores. "Vi borda få
stadas upp, ja? We should get cleaned up..." Bo said.
"Ya, that's prob'ly a good idea." I replied, looking at myself.
"Go get some fresh clothes, and come back in here." Bo suggested, as he
smiled slyly.
"No funny business..." I grinned back, wagging my finger at him.
"Who, me? No... I promise..." He answered. And with another little
grin he headed back towards his bedroom. I walked back outside to my room
in the barn, where I stripped off my grimy tee shirt. I brushed my teeth,
(force of habit) and gathered up some clean clothes to wear. Then I walked
back over to the main house.
I went inside through the side door, as always, and walked back through
the kitchen. I could hear water running somewhere down the hall, so I
carried my stuff that way toward the bathroom.
When I turned the corner, I had to smile at the sight before me. Bo was
sitting in the large oversized bathtub, half filled amidst a small mound of
body wash bubbles. His leg was up over the edge of the tub, his small pink
toes dripping with suds.
"Well..! Get in here." Bo prompted playfully. I shook my head,
smiling, and then unfastened my shorts and pulled them down my legs. I set
them on the counter, but then reached into the pocket and pulled my cell
phone out.
"Smile..." I said, as I aimed the phone's camera at him. He grinned one
of his beautiful grins that left dimples welled up in his cheeks; and I
took the picture. I returned the phone back into the pocket of my shorts,
and then slid my Calvin Klein's down onto the floor. Bo smiled as I
stepped naked into the tub, and sat down facing him in the warm sudsy
water.
Bo gently splashed some of the bubble ladened water up onto my chest and
neck, and he giggled. I scooped a handful of suds, and leaning towards
him, I smeared it playfully on his face, leaving him with a dripping beard
of bubbles. We laughed happily and then grinned sheepishly at one another.
Still facing each other, with our legs stretched out, my legs were bent
slightly at the knees, and over the top of his. I put my hands down in the
water, and touched his lower legs, tenderly exploring the smooth skin his
calves for a moment.
Bo drew his knee up towards his chest, and then with an innocent smile,
he let his foot slide along the bottom of the tub toward me. I felt his
young toes make contact, as they slipped up under my dangling testicles.
He wiggled his young boyish toes, and jiggled my balls underwater like a
floatie toy.
I ginned at the ticklish sensation. "Naughty, naughty...." I scolded
him playfully. With a sly little smile, he slid his foot further beneath
me, and raised his submerged toes against my anus, tickling my boy opening.
My eyes closed at the soft touch, as a shiver played up my spine.
"I thought we said no funny business..." I scolded, with no conviction.
"Uhh, no... I think 'you' said no funny business." Bo replied, as he
raised his toe up to my bung hole again. I reached down with a smile, and
took his soft boy foot into my hands. I raised it up out of the water, and
began washing it gently as Bo looked on.
He seemed to enjoy my gentle touch, and as I washed the soul of his
cute, compact foot, Bo emitted some pleasurable little sounds. I massaged
slowly, and slid my soapy fingers between and around his boyish toes. "Do
my other one please..." Bo requested, as he lay back, and exchanged feet.
As I did his other foot, I was rather surprised at how sensual, and
stimulating this little exchange was. I suddenly became aware that my dick
was playing, 'up periscope' in the water.
"Hey..." Bo chided as he saw my boner. "I though you said no funny
business..." He laughed, and pulling his foot from my hands, he settled it
against my turgid shaft, and rubbed briskly on it for a moment.
"Uh hem... My turn..." I responded, and I moved my foot between his
thighs. He took my foot into his hands and began to wash it; then he
smiled mischievously, and lowered my foot into the water between his legs.
He began to rub it up and down against his soft boy parts. I shook my head
at his playful antics, and within seconds I felt his young tool start to
stiffen.
"Mmmm..." He sighed happily, "Det känns så bra. (It feels so good.) He
continued to rub, until I took over, and started the playful stroke myself.
His rigid cock felt so erotic under the soft soul of my foot.
"Man... That feels really good..." I said. Bo laughed at me.
"That's what I just said..." He teased.
With a grin I took my foot away, and taking hold of his ankles, I
lifted both his feet and legs out of the water to playfully dunk him
backward. He came up grinning, his long blond hair washed back over his
head. Too cute...
Bo playfully leaned back against the tub, and spreading his legs, he
pulled his knees up to his chest. I looked into the water, between the
soap suds, and just like the other day in the pool, when Jan's young
brother did his little summersault; I could see Bo's young sac, and the
pink ring of his puckered boy hole.
He wiggled his ass a bit, and then with a little grin, he 'tooted' under
water. Little air bubbles rose from his butthole, and popped up at the
surface. I broke out laughing so hard that I honestly couldn't breath.
I had to lie back to get air, and I heard Bo giggling joyfully along
with me. He had the cutest high pitch giggle. We laughed for a long while
after that. Until finally I was able to sit up and look at this cute boy.
I reached out, and slid him along the tub, toward me. His legs over mine,
and spread outside of my hips; I pulled him in close, almost into my lap,
till our boy parts came together under the soapy water.
I put my arms around him and pulled him into a long, playful and
friendly kiss. We looked at each other, with a certain tenderness, and I
kissed him again.
"Hey..." Bo whispered, our lips half an inch apart. "I thought you said
no funny stuff..." he smiled.
"I was wrong." I smiled back, and kissed him again. "Besides...
There's nothing funny about this... This is just good stuff." I smiled. We
kissed and shared excited warm tongues for a long while, till the water
started cooling.
Boys will be boys, and just to be funny, I managed to 'squeak one out',
under water just before we got out. We heard the little rumble against the
tub, and as the bubbles rose, our unfettered laughter began renewed.
We got out of the tub, and shared a towel, as we happily wiped each
other dry. Bo stood naked then, looking in the mirror while he brushed out
his long blond locks. From behind him, I watched his reflection in the
mirror. His now flaccid boy sausage bobbing a little with each brush
stroke. Unable to resist, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him
firmly from behind.
"Huh? He smiled back at my reflection. "What was that for?"
"Just because. You look so... Så bra." (So good.) Was all I could
remember. I wanted him, and with my soft tool pressed into the flesh atop
his warm buttocks, I wondered what it would be like, to enter him...
At the thought, I suddenly snapped out of my little fantasy. 'Geeze
Erik...' I thought to myself. Quit thinking shit like that. It's one
thing to kiss, and jerk off with him... But having sex with a boy his
age... That was out there. Wasn't it? Well... Wasn't it?
Feeling a bit funny, I quickly got dressed and went out to the living
room to sit on the couch. I turned on the TV, tuning it till I found the
Tour de France broadcast. In a few minutes Bo came out and sat next to me
on the couch.
"What's up? You left kinda fast..." Bo questioned.
"Ah, I just needed to sit down." I answered honestly. But I thought it
best not to tell him why. I smiled warmly at him though, and we watched
the rest of the ninth stage of the race together.
It was fun watching cycling with Bo, he gets so animated near the end of
the race. A rider from Team Rabobank of the Netherlands won this stage.
Not his favorite team, but that's ok; I loved watching the smile, and
excitement on his face.
We sat around on the couch with our feet up on the coffee table, just
talking about cycling and stuff. Bo was innocently rubbing his bare foot
on mine, until we heard a knocking at the side door.
Bo hopped up and walked through the kitchen to answer it, as I trailed
slightly behind. He opened the door, to see Jan standing there with a
smile, clad again in his spandex riding gear.
"Hey..." Jan grinned. "I'm gonna' go ride. You guys wanna' come?" Bo
opened the door wider so that Jan could step inside.
"Hej..." (Hi) I called out from the kitchen.
"Hej Erik." Jan smiled warmly at me. He looked back at Bo. "Did you
watch the Tour today?" he asked.
"Ja... It was ok. But I still want Hushvod, and the Cervelo team to win
it."
"We'll see." Jan replied. "So... You guys want to ride, or what?" Bo
looked back at me with a hopeful expression. Riding was his passion, and I
knew he really wanted to go.
"Sure, let's do it." I answered, a big smile crossed Bo's face.
"Utmärkt..." (Excellent) Bo beamed. "I'll go get changed. Erik, you
change too, and maybe get the bikes out, ja?"
"I'll go help with the bikes." Jan said, and he turned and headed back
outside. Bo and I traded places in the hallway, him heading to his room,
and I was headed outside toward the barn.
Jan and I walked across the driveway to the barn, and swung the door
open. We went in and he held each bike for me, while I checked the tire
pressure and inflated them properly. Then we rolled them to the door and
leaned them up there.
"I better get changed." I remarked, and headed in to my bedroom in the
barn.
"I can come with you, ja?" Jan asked, as he followed me inside. He
glanced curiously around the room, and then sat on the edge of my bed. He
watched me intently as I shed my shirt; his eyes studying my teenage body.
"You're really strong, huh?" he mused.
"Hm? Ehh, I guess..." I answered, a bit flattered I suppose. I fished
through the dresser, and pulled out my Under Armour shirt, and the riding
shorts that Bo had gotten for me. I gave a quick glance and smile at Jan,
and then stripped off my shorts and underwear.
Jan sat up, and happily studied my nakedness, as he discreetly slid his
hand over the budding lump in his spandex. "So... Uh... Have you and
Bo... You know, done anything yet?" he asked.
"Hm? I'm not sure what you mean?!" I answered with a sly grin, though
of course I was pretty sure what he was hinting at. He grinned back at me,
and I pulled on my riding shorts.
"We... I mean... He really likes you, ya know." Jan offered, as I
glanced at him.
"I know. I really like him too." I said, pulling the compression shirt
down over my head. "And... You're not so bad either..." I smiled at him,
and Jan blushed a bit.
I slipped on my Nike trainers, and we headed out into the barn, to the
bikes. Bo was walking toward us from the house, and he handed full water
bottles to each of us.
"So, what have you two been talking about?" Bo asked smiling; and he
reached out knowingly and tweaked the fairly prominent bulge in Jan's
spandex. Jan grinned sheepishly, and we all had a pretty good laugh at
that.
Pulling on our helmets, we mounted up and rolled down the driveway onto
the main road. It didn't take long before the boys started chatting to
each other in Swedish. A slightly bothersome habit, that I was getting
used to, and then both of them turned back to look at me with a totally
mischievous smile.
I grinned back at them. "I'm learning the language you know. Pretty
soon you won't be able to have secrets..." They grinned broadly at me, and
we picked up the pace of our ride.
We rode at a fast clip; the boy's practicing, and I was more or less
just along for the ride. After nearly an hour, I heard my cell phone
ringing from where I had stashed it in one of my zippered pockets. I had
the guys pull over for a second, so I could answer.
"Hello?" I said. "Oh, hey Mr. Hansson. What's up?" I listened for a
time. "Oh sure, that's not a problem sir." Listening again. "Please sir,
don't give it a thought. Seriously I am happy to take care of it." I
listened again. "Ok... Ya we'll see you tomorrow then."
Bo had been listening, and got the gist of the conversation. He said
something to Jan, and then got my attention. "Ask if Jan can spend the
night..!" He requested urgently. I nodded at him.
"Oh, uh, Mr. Hansson, Bo want's to know if Jan could spend the night." I
asked, then listened again. "Oh, sure it's fine with me... (listening) Ok,
well then take care, see you tomorrow. Thanks." I hung up the cell, and
looked over at the boys.
"Well, can he stay over?" Bo asked. I smiled and gave them a thumbs up.
"Cool..." And the boys high fived each other. "Thanks Erik... This is
gonna' be a fun sleepover." They grinned at each other, and we set out
again for a bit more riding. Hmm, I thought to myself... Ya, no way
they're up to anything...
End of Part Six
( Yes, more is on the way.)
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