The Boy From Sweden
Chapter 1
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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.
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About A Boy
This story focuses on two boys, and their budding relationship. One, a twelve year old Swedish boy, and the other a just turned seventeen year old American boy. The story takes place in Orebro Sweden, roughly 120 miles west of Stockholm. Enjoy....
It was a long flight from Portland International Airport to Stockholm Sweden. I have to admit I was feeling the jet lag as soon as I arrived. It's summer vacation, and after hounding my parents for nearly the entire school year, they finally relented and allowed me to spend six weeks, by myself in Sweden.
Well, not entirely by myself mind you. My dad works with a friend of his in Portland, who is of Swedish decent. His grandfather, Mårten Hansson has a small farm just outside of Orebro Sweden. It was arranged that I could spend my summer there, and in exchange for my room and board, I would help with chores on his farm. He desperately needed someone, so this was, more or less a part time summer job.
All of this was fine by me. I wanted to get away for awhile, and get a chance to see, and be part of a foreign culture. Scandinavian countries like Denmark and Sweden always interested me, so I jumped at this chance.
My name is Erik by the way. I just turned seventeen and finished my junior year of high school. I'm into sports, and in pretty good shape; though I'm not that tall, standing just about five foot nine (If I'm wearing thick socks). I have medium length brown hair and pale blue eyes, and as my mom says, a great smile. Moms! Go figure.
Mr. Hansson had volunteered to pick me up in Stockholm at the airport. I could have taken the train to Orebro, but he had errands in the city anyway, so this worked out great for both of us. He had just picked me up, and now as he drove us home, I was anxiously looking around trying to get a feel for the Swedish countryside.
Mr. Hansson, like most Swede's, speaks very good English, so it was easy to communicate with him; though he slipped in a word or two of Swedish from time to time, that kind of threw me.
"So, I suppose you are hungry, ja? He asked sincerely.
"No sir, I'm good. We had a meal on the flight." I responded. He smiled at me.
"No need to call me sir." He instructed. "I'm too old to need that. Det är typ av du." (It is kind of you.) He smiled, and pointed out some landmarks that he thought I might be interested in, as we drove the nearly hundred and twenty miles to Orebro. "We will have supper when we get home, I think."
"Thank you sir, uh, I mean Mr. Hansson."
"Still too formal for me, son. Just call me Mårten, ja." He smiled again.
"Ja sir..." I answered. My first try at anything Swedish. Mårten laughed warmly, making me feel quite comfortable. I guess I must have dozed off for a bit, because all of a sudden it was nearly dark, and we were pulling into the long driveway that led to a cozy looking, yet older farmhouse; though there was a modern looking barn off to one side. It was getting late, since my flight hadn't gotten in till around 8:00pm Sweden time, and the drive must have taken the better part of two hours.
We got out of Mr. Hansson, uh, I mean Mårten's car, and I gathering up my one suitcase and we walked toward the house. The door opened, and an older, yet very pretty woman came out to greet us.
"Hej, trevligt att träffas. Hello, nice to meet you." she greeted me warmly.
"Thank you. Thanks for letting me stay with you." I said.
"You are welcome... Varsågod." she smiled. "Come in please, you must be hungry, yes?"
"A little." I answered. "But please don't go to any trouble."
"No, not at all. It is ready for you." She stepped back and led me into their kitchen. I loved the feel of their home. It was old and simple; and it just felt invitingly warm. She had me sit at the table in the kitchen nook. Mårten looked at his wife.
"Where is Bo?" he asked.
"Ah, the pojken (boy) was tired after his ride. He has gone to bed already." She told him. Mr. Hansson looked over at me to explain.
"Bo is our grandson." He smiled. He is staying the summer as well. He is so much into cycling; he loves to ride. He trains very hard to try and make the local cycling team. You will meet him tomorrow then."
With that, Mr. Hansson sat at the table, and his wife served us up some stew that she had made for us. It was great, and I pounded down several bowlfuls and some freshly baked bread that smelled absolutely wonderful. When I had finished, Mr. Hansson said he would show me my room. Since Bo was also staying there with them, it turned out my room was out in the barn.
I was a little concerned when he told me that; but when we got out to the barn I found that it was quite modern, and had a nice bedroom, bath and shower built inside of it. Mårten had built it himself, as quarters for his farm help; when he had any.
"Here you are." he said. "There are towels and such, and there is the bath. There is a small 'dorm' refrigerator, so if you want to have drinks and food you can use that, ja... Sorry you are not in the house, but, with your age you may prefer a little more privacy anyway. Ja?"
"Yes. This is more than fine sir. Uh, Mårten. Thank you so much."
"Sure, sure. No work tomorrow. Give you some time to rest and settle in. Okej?"
"Ja, thank you." I smiled. He grinned back at me, and then headed back to the house.
This was so cool. I felt like an adult almost. My own room, separate from the house; yeah this was awesome. I put my clothes into the closet, and the set of drawers that were there. The dresser looked like something from IKEA, and I had to laugh at that. Duh, Sweden, IKEA... Of course.
I walked out into the barn, just to peek around. It was a concrete floor, all nice and clean. Farm tools, and a four wheel drive ATV; for hauling stuff around no doubt. I looked over and saw a nice Specialized brand road bicycle. It was fairly new, and I figured it belonged to Bo, the grandson I hadn't met yet.
I used to bike all the time myself. In fact, one of my best friend's dad back home, owns a bike shop. So I have spent a fair bit of time working there on weekends and such. From the size of the bike, a 52km, I guessed that Bo must be about five foot four or so.
It hit me now that I was actually kinda tired, so I went back into my room and got ready for bed. Pulling down the covers, I stripped off my clothes, laying them over a wooden bench at the foot of the bed, and wearing only my white cotton briefs I climbed into the soft, comfortable bed.
I lay there for a moment, and then with a smile I decided, like any healthy teenager, to jerk off. It would be my first time in a foreign country after all, so that was kind of a cool first... I slipped my shorts down off my hips, and took hold of my flaccid teen penis, fingering it seductively to make it grow.
I started thinking about my buddies back home. I'm not sure, I kinda think I might be 'bi', cause even though I like girls, I have had a lot of fun with a couple of my best bro's over the years. Ever since I was about eleven, when we used to jack off together.
That led to other things of course, and some of the best sex stuff I ever had was with my guy friends, rather than girl friends. Anyway, I was thinking about one of them now as I jerked my meat. Like I said before, I'm very athletic, but not all that big. Well, that's true down there as well I guess. I'm circumcised, and my dick's just shy of six inches when hard. I have a small, tight patch of soft brown pubes, but my legs are still kinda smooth, with only fine silky hair; and the rest of my body is bare. That's ok with me though; too much hair is kinda gross if you ask me.
Anyway, I quickly got into a nice rhythm, and it didn't take long to work myself into a frenzy. So lying there, thinking about my buddy Colin giving me a blowjob, I quickly reached my first foreign country climax. Four choice spurts of goo, cranking up onto my stomach and chest. Oh god it felt so good... I realized, with a laugh, that it felt just as good to jerk off in Sweden as it did back home. Big surprise huh?! Anyway, sleepy as I was, after I cleaned myself up, I quickly fell off to sleep for the night.
I had a great sleep though, and the cozy little bed turned out to be most comfortable. In the morning I woke to small sounds coming from nearby. I lay there a moment, and stretched away the nights stiffness, trying to get myself orientated. Then I heard another small sound, apparently coming from outside my door, in the barn area. Sitting up, I swung my legs off the bed and sat there on the edge of it for a moment to yawn.
Finally I got up, and padded barefoot across the floor of the bedroom and pulled the door open a little to peek outside. I didn't see anyone at first; so I took a step out of my room and looked into the barn, over to the left. That's when I saw the boy.
I'm quite sure my mouth must have dropped open, because standing there, wearing spandex bike gear, was the most beautiful kid I had ever seen. The boy looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old; and just as I had guessed, around five feet three, or four inches tall. He was lean and fit, with long firm legs, that were mostly bare from the tight cycling shorts down.
And, he was simply breathtaking. He had longer hair, that was as blond as blond can be; and even from here I could see that he had intensely blue eyes. This is exactly what you would expect a Swedish model to look like, right down to his dimples, and button nose. I'm not one to describe another dude this way, but this kid was beautiful.
The boy crouched at his bike, his firmly fitted spandex outfit molded tightly around his fit frame. He was fiddling with the rear derailer, and I heard him mumble something. "Vardelöst skräp!" (useless junk) He admonished, in a very boyish voice. I could see that he seemed to be a little frustrated.
I quickly stepped back into the bedroom, and pulled on a pair of shorts from the dresser drawer. I didn't want to surprise the kid, by standing there in just my undies. Then I walked back out into the barn and intentionally made a small sound, just so he would know I was there.
He turned his head to look at me, and there was a brief look of surprise on his face. He seemed to be quite shy. "Hello." I said. Then, remembering the Swedish word, I said; "Hej." And I smiled at him. He nodded timidly at me.
"Hej, är mitt namn Bo." He said, and even then he seemed shy. I was in way over my head with the language, and I could only surmise he meant 'Hi, my name is Bo.'
"I uhh... Do you speak English?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes." He said quite softly. I smiled stupidly, and nodded at him. Then took a few steps over toward him.
"That's a nice bike." I offered, pointing to his red and black Specialized bicycle.
"Tack." (Thanks) He replied.
"I'm a, Erik." I told him, and now that I was standing close to him, I was even more impressed with his appearance. He was very cute. He was surprisingly tan, for a Swede, and in his taught bicycle spandex, as is often the case, I could see the outline of his young penis; clearly defined by the thin, tight fitting material. He was indeed shy, and since he didn't know me, I could sense he may be feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Well, I have to go." He said "I must ride this morning." I noticed he was looking at my bare chest. I wondered if I had embarrassed him, by wearing only shorts.
"Uh, ya..." I said awkwardly. "I uh, just woke up, so I guess I'll go take a shower. See you later, ok."
"Ja, senare." (Yes, later) he said, and he rolled his bike toward the door. He stopped and glanced back at me, so I smiled and gave him a little wave. He nodded, and rolled the bike outside.
I let out my breath, and walked back into the bed room and rubbed my hands over my face. 'Holy shit.' I thought to myself; 'that kid is incredible'. I was surprised when I realized that I was actually beginning to bone up. Geeze, was I perving on this young kid?
I walked over to the small bath, which was through another door, but still part of the bedroom suite, and turned on the shower. Slipping out of my shorts and undies, I let them fall to the floor, and then got under the warm stream of water. It felt really nice after the long flight from yesterday, to finally get cleaned up; and I lingered there for many minutes letting the hot water soothe my naked body.
When I came out of the shower I realized that I hadn't grabbed one of the towels from the bedroom, so still dripping, I walked in and grabbed one from the top of the dresser. Throwing it over my head, I began drying my hair and body. Finally I pulled the towel over my head again, and just out of the corner of my eye, I thought I noticed movement near the window.
I pulled the towel down instinctively to cover myself, but I didn't see anything. Curious, I walked over to the window and peeked out. What I saw, surprised me. Bo, was just getting on his bicycle less than ten feet away, and then began to peddle down the driveway. A smile crossed my face as I realized, the little guy had probably been at the window peeking in at me. Hmm, rather curious indeed...
I finished getting dressed, then walked across the driveway to the main house, where I knocked at the door. It opened quickly, and Mrs. Hansson greeted me. "God morgon." (Good morning) she said smiling warmly. "Please dear, you don't have to knock. You may come in as you please, ja."
"Alright, thank you." I said.
"Good. Come in and have some breakfast med Mårten." She smiled and took my arm, leading me again to the kitchen. Mårten was sitting at the table, and he greeted me, and pointed to a chair.
"Did you sleep ok?" he asked.
"Ja..." I offered. "It's quite comfortable out there, thanks."
"Good, good." He replied.
"Would you like some coffee dear?" Mrs. Hansson asked. I smiled at her.
"No, thank you Mrs. Hansson." I replied.
"Oh... So polite this one." She said. "Jag Heter Anneli. My name is Anneli." She translated. "Please call me this." She smiled at me, and went to serve up a plate for me. In a moment she brought a heaping plate of eggs and bacon. Then returned with some juice for me, and coffee for her husband.
"So, I guess I met Bo this morning." I mentioned casually.
"Ah... He didn't wake you did he?" Mårten asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, no. Not at all. He was just getting his bike. Seems like a nice boy, a bit shy." I said.
"Ja. He's a good boy. A little shy at first, but after he gets to know you, he won't leave you alone." Mårten chuckled. "Loves to ride that cykle. Two long rides each day. On Torsdag och Lördag (Thursday and Saturday) he trains with the cykle team."
"That's pretty cool." I said. "I used to ride a quite a bit myself."
"Ah, well, there's another older bike in the barn. Perhaps you may ride with him if you like." Anneli said with a smile.
"Yeah, I'll take a look at..." I mused, more to myself than to her, as I dove into my food. It was just like back home, the big breakfast, and I loved the cozy feel of their house.
"Well," Mårten said, "The bike may be good transportation for you, ja. Unfortunately, with an American Drivers license, you must be eighteen to drive here. But Anneli or I will be happy to take you places you want to go to. And, we have good buses, and rail travel as well."
"Oh yeah. Thanks. Yeah, I knew about the driving thing. I'm cool with busses though, so no big deal." I smiled, as I stuffed another piece of bacon in me. When I had finished, I took my dishes to the sink and began rinsing them. (My mom raised me well.) Anneli smiled graciously at my help. I Think it impressed Mr. Hansson as well.
"Listen, no work today. If you want to go into town, look around a little, we can drive you. Perhaps Bo can show you around when he gets back."
"Sure, yeah that sounds good." I replied.
"Tomorrow, I well have you repair the fence around the back of the barn, ja?!" he told me. I thanked Mrs. Hansson for the breakfast, and wandered outside to have a look around a little bit.
I walked around the farm. It really wasn't all that big, and seemed to be in pretty good shape. I could tell my helping out around there was more of a formality than a job. At most, a couple of hours a day of chores, and then I could do what I wanted. I was surprised at the landscape, because it actually looked a lot like home, back in the Pacific Northwest.
Finishing my exploration, I went back into the barn and found the 'old' bike that Mårten had mentioned. I started thinking about the boy, Bo; and thought it might be really cool to ride with him. The bike really wasn't all that old; a twenty one speed, aluminum Trek. It had the new style shifters that I was used to, and I pulled the bike out, dusted it off and set about cleaning it up a little; finding tools and other things I needed right there in the barn.
After making some adjustments to the rear derailer and such, I found the tire pump and inflated the tires to around 115psi. Soon I had the bike working well, all tuned up, cleaned and ready to ride. Surprisingly then, I began thinking about Bo again. I could picture him in his tight cycling gear, and it actually made me shiver. God that kid was as cute as can be...
I went back into my room, and changed into an old pair of jeans and headed out back, behind the barn to take a look at the fence. I decided that even though Mårten had said to start tomorrow; it might be good just to get a start on it now. It was easy enough to see what needed doing; Mårten had a small scribbled sketch which he had left with the stack of materials. I rounded up a shovel and a few other tools from the barn, and set about digging out holes for several new posts.
After an hour or so, I was sweating pretty good and pulled off my tee shirt, tossing it over one of the wooden fence railings. There were pre cut posts, lumber and several bags of concrete all stacked there in a neat pile, and ready to go.
Finding some buckets, and a snap line in the barn, I took them out back and ran a line to be sure everything was level. Then I mixed up some of the concrete, and after wiping the sweat off my brow, I set the first post.
I wasn't really aware of it at the time, but over by the barn, peeking at me through the opening in the fence, was Bo. He had come back from his ride at some point, and was apparently checking me out.
He watched as I lifted the heavy bags of concrete, and mixed them in the bucket. Had I known he was there, I might have noticed that he was curiously looking at my sweaty torso, and watching my firm teenage muscles flexing, and glistening in the late morning sun.
I finished setting the last post in concrete, and braced it with some 2x2's to hold it while the concrete set. That's when I happened to glance up, and noticed Bo still watching me from the corner. I gave him a quick wave, and he nodded at me before turning and heading out of sight. "Wonder how long he was there?" I thought to myself.
After cleaning up the bucket and tools, I began to lay out some of the slats that would be used to match the existing fence. This would likely have to be done tomorrow, after the concrete had a chance to set up properly. I turned and noticed Mr. Hansson, and Bo walking over toward me from around the barn.
They stopped and Mårten eyed my work. "Bo told me you were working. Eager to get started I see." He said, looking things over with a nod. "I can see you do good work as well. This is exactly how I wanted this done." he smiled.
"Yeah, well thanks. I just, well, like to get things done. You know." I answered, and he smiled broadly at me.
"So, you two have not met formally." Mårten said, turning to the boy. "This is my grandson, Bo. He is twelve."
"Farfar, nästan tretton." (Grandfather, almost thirteen) the boy admonished.
"Ja, yes of course, almost thirteen." Mårten corrected with a smile. "And Bo, this is Erik, our friend from America. His father works there with your Uncle." I looked at Bo, and reaching out, the boy timidly shook hands with me. I tried not to stare at him, but it was difficult. The boy was simply amazing. I glanced at his spandex cycling shorts and could still see the outline of his boy junk pressed inside the blue and white skintight suit. I realized I was staring, and tried to recover.
"Wow, that's a cool pro riding jersey. It's team Gerolsteiner; from, Uhh 2008 I think..?"
"Ja..." The boy smiled up at me, quite pleased. "You follow cykling?" he asked. He had an adorable accent when he was speaking English.
"Ja." I tried to sound cool. "A little bit."
"The Tour de France is going on just now. Do you want to watch it with me on TV?" The boy asked. I saw Mårten smile, and he caught my eye.
"Well, you've done it now." He said. "Come on Bo, leave Erik alone. Let him clean up, then he can come inside for lunch, and watch the Tour with you if he chooses." Mårten turned and started walking back to the house. Bo hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, and then he turned and ran back toward the house with his grandfather.
I don't know what I was thinking about, because I couldn't help but check out his firm little butt as he moved away. I've never even thought about a kid like that before. I had a friend back home who was fifteen, an we had messed around a little; but nothing like this.
Shaking my head I went around the side of the building, and back into my room in the barn. I took off my shoes and socks, then peeled off my jeans and went in to take a shower. Right away I started to bone up as I stood under the cooling stream, and when I closed my eyes; Bo was the only face that came into my mind.
I stroked myself a few times, but then started to feel kinda guilty, thinking about a twelve year old boy. Almost thirteen, I corrected; and then had to laugh. I quickly finished my shower, and went back out into my room to dry off. For a moment, I felt like someone was watching me again. But when I casually looked toward the window, I didn't see anyone.
I fished out a pair of clean briefs from the 'IKEA' dresser, and slipped into them. Just then there was a timid little knock at the door, and as I turned, it opened slightly. Bo peeked his head inside and looked in. I was standing there in just my briefs (no big deal to me), and Bo seemed almost a bit disappointed.
"May I come in?" he asked quietly.
"Uh, yeah sure." I answered, smiling as he looked at me. He had already changed out of his spandex, and was wearing some shorts and a tee shirt. (Now I was disappointed.)
"Jag trodde... (I thought) I would come and wait for you." He said. "Mormor has Lunch ready."
"Mormor?" I asked.
"Oh... Sorry. Grandmother. Mormor means Grandmother." Bo said with an embarrassed grin. "I forget you don't speak Swedish..."
"No, no that's alright. I want to learn." I smiled at him. "It's cute, uh, I mean cool when you say some stuff in your language." I began pulling on my clothes, and noticed that Bo was watching me intently. "So, you can teach me some stuff, Ja?" I asked with a smile.
"Ja." He grinned. "Vill du gå cykel luarde senare?" he laughed.
"Whoa, hold on dude." I laughed back. "Too fast for me. Too much for my little brain..." I told him, making him laugh.
"I just asked if you want to go for a bicycle ride later." Bo repeated. "So, do you?"
"Ja... Yes, I would like that." I answered. Bo grinned, and when I was finished getting dressed, he anxiously took me by the wrist, and led me out the door.
We walked across to the main house, and inside to the kitchen. Bo slid in across from me at the table, and Anneli put down our plates with sandwiches and a soup of some kind. There was also a plate of what she called 'Pepparkakor'. Which turned out to be a some kind of sweet ginger bread.
"Bo," She asked, "What would you like to drink honey?"
"I will have some milk, please." Bo rattled off quickly in Swedish.
"And Erik, what would you like?" She asked
"Han Kommer även!" (He will as well) Bo answered for me.
"Uh, I'll have what he's having." I laughed. It turned out to be milk. We talked for awhile as we ate, and after finishing, I insisted on helping with the dishes. Then Bo took me by the wrist again, and led me back to his bedroom, wanting to show me his stuff.
It was a pretty typical room for a boy his age. I got the idea that he must spend a lot of time staying here with his grandparents, as the room was set up with all his things. There were cycling posters pinned up all over. Including an American team, RadioShack, and even a poster of Lance Armstrong. Which I noticed was actually autographed.
"Nice room." I nodded as I looked around.
"Tack." (Thanks) he said, slipping into Swedish again. I loved that. He eagerly showed off some pins, and medals he had won, for cycling. He had several small trophies as well, two of which were for 'futball', as he also played soccer.
"Here, read this please." Bo said, as he handed me a newspaper article from a local paper. I sat on the edge of his bed to read it. Bo anxiously sat down right alongside, and leaned into me a bit, just to read along with me.
The story was about a local youth cycling team, and to my surprise, it was written in English. The article talked about the team and the local Criterium Race that would be held in two weeks. Bo pointed to his name, as the article mentioned he was a new rider who showed a lot of promise.
"Wow, cool..." I praised him, and the boy beamed up at me, as he innocently rested his hand on my knee. I became aware then, that our bare lower legs were touching as well, and it made me shiver with odd, but definite excitement.
Bo stood up then, and put the newspaper clipping on top of his dresser, then took my hand and pulled me up. "Come." He said. "We can watch some of the Tour." I followed him into the living area of the house, and Bo switched on the TV.
He flipped it to the right channel, and we watched the last 50 kilometers of that day's stage together. It was being broadcast in Swedish, so I didn't get most of the commentary, but Bo eagerly filled me in on the important stuff.
It was fun to watch, not only the Tour, but I also watched Bo a lot as well. He was very animated, and clearly into the cycling. As we sat on the couch, he bounced around a lot, and made frequent contact with me, which to be honest, was kind of turning me on.
Near the end of the race, the sprinters were trying to get into position as it would be a sprint finish today. Mark Cavendish, from team HTC Highroad, and Tyler Farrar from the Cervelo team were both near the front.
"Who do you want to win?" Bo suddenly asked me.
"Well, I gotta' go with Farrar; he's an American you know." I said honestly.
"Väldigt bra..." (Very good) he beamed. "Cavendish is a douche..." he grinned at me, and we both laughed. As luck would have it, Cavendish and his lead out rider got stuck in a group, and Farrar managed to sprint to the win. We both cheered, and Bo excitedly hopped up and wrapped his arms around me in celebratory hug.
Wow... He felt so good in my arms. I could feel his warmth, and smell his beautiful, freshly washed blond hair as his head was in close to mine.
We pulled apart then, Bo had been lost in the moment, and now he blushed just a bit as he sat back down on the couch.
"That was pretty cool." I offered of the race, (but was thinking about the hug).
"Ja... Awesome." Bo replied. And I noticed that he discreetly reached down to give himself a little squeeze in his shorts. I pretended not to notice, and wondered if it was the excitement of the bike race, or the hug with me that had stiffened his young boy part.
"Do you want to go for a ride now?" Bo asked me, eagerly nodding his head.
"Ja... Sure." I smiled back at him, and enjoyed the bright smile as his face lit up.
"Ok.. Um, you wait while I get ready." He requested, then he ran back to his room. I sat for a few moments, and shortly he came out of his bedroom wearing his spandex bike shorts. He was naked from the waist up, and carrying his jersey as he turned and went into the bathroom. I was intrigued by his upper body. It was youthfully trim and lean, with a strong flat looking stomach; I felt myself shiver involuntarily at the thought of it.
I waited, surprisingly for several minutes, and finally he came out of the bathroom and smiled at me. "I'm ready." He said satisfied smile.
"Ok. Let me use the bathroom first." I said. "I have to pee." I whispered the last part to him so Anneli and Mårten wouldn't think me rude; though they were still sitting in the kitchen. When I went in to the bathroom, I closed the door and stood at the toilet, preparing to take a leak.
I looked at the raised seat, and couldn't help but notice several peculiar looking drops of liquid clinging to it. "That looks like..." I leaned in for a closer look, and a smile crossed my lips. "I'll be damned." I thought to myself. "That little stinker Bo, just wanked off in here..."
Another shiver raced through me at the very thought of it, and I wondered what his young cock must have looked like, boned up like that. It had to be as cute as he was...
I was starting to bone up now myself, and this made it impossible for me to piss; so I tucked it away. Just before leaving I grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped Bo's sticky droplets off the toilet seat. Thought I would spare him the embarrassment if his grandfather Mårten, or his grandma Anneli happened to see it. Another grin crossed my face, and I flushed the evidence down the toilet.
Walking out, Bo led me out through the kitchen. We told them we were going to take a short ride, which they seemed to be pleased to have me go with Bo. The boy and I walked out to the barn, and the bikes.
"I better change into some other shorts that I can ride in." I suggested, and I went off toward the bedroom. I closed the door behind me, but as I walked to the dresser I heard Bo come in quietly.
"Hurry." he said, as he smiled at me. I smiled back, and decided to give him a little show. So I stepped out of my flip flops, and I pulled my tee shirt up over my head. From the corner of my eye I could see that Bo's attention was fixed on me.
I had to wonder what he was thinking about. Just curious perhaps. I thought it was kind of funny that he had just wanked off in the bathroom though... What's up with him? I really began to wonder. I undid the button of my shorts and let them fall softly to the floor, then I turned and deliberately smiled at Bo.
I could see him swallow, and I noticed him glance downward at the bulge in my briefs. I knew I would bone up, if I wasn't careful, so I turned away from him, and grabbed a pair of Nike casual shorts from the drawer. Stepping into them, I grabbed a new tee shirt out as well, and pulled it on.
"You have good muscles..." Bo said, rather quietly.
"Oh... Thanks. I uh, noticed that you look pretty good also..." I answered back. Bo seemed to blush a little at that, and he looked away.
I put on a pair of running shoes, and we walked back into the barn. "I see you cleaned up the other bike." Bo remarked eagerly. "It has trouble shifting sometimes."
"Na... I adjusted the derailer this morning. It should be fine." I said matter of factly.
"Really?! You can do this." Bo asked.
"Ja." I smiled, having used my favorite new Swedish word. "A friend back home has a bike shop, and I kinda work there sometimes in the summer, so..."
"Can you do mine?" He asked anxiously. "It has been hanging up in some of the gears."
"Sure. Why don't we go for a ride, and I'll watch it. Then I can give your bike a tune up later on. Okay?"
"Ja..." he said back, with emphasis. And he smiled that brilliant white, boyish grin at me again.
We rolled the bikes outside, and climbing on we started out. I told him to take it easy on me. I was kind of joking, thinking with our age difference it wouldn't be an issue. But as it turned out, the little guy was very, very good. I worked my ass off just trying to keep up with him. And the truth is, he was in fact, taking it easy on me.
We rode into town along some beautifully winding back roads. Bo was pointing out things to me as we rode along, and I was impressed at the Swedish countryside. At one point, I slid in behind him to draft his wheel, and I couldn't help but look at the beautiful curves of his youthful butt cheeks, firmly pressed, and clearly outlined by the tight blue spandex. I could see each globe flex and tighten with every stroke as he peddled, and as if I wasn't having enough trouble catching my breath before; that made it worse.
This was fucking crazy. What the hell was I doing, having these stimulating thoughts about this beautiful Swedish boy. And making things even worse, why did he seem to have an interest in me. Ahh, I was probably just reading into it. He's a pubescent kid; he just has a natural curiosity about stuff. I sure did at that age. I mean, I traded my first blowjob with my friend Scott when we were twelve. Fuck that was awesome...
I snapped out of it then, as I nearly clipped the back wheel of Bo's bike, and had to make a quick correction just to stay upright. Better stay focused on the present here, before I dump the both of us. We rode for several hours in the warm afternoon sun. I had a great time and saw some interesting stuff; and eventually, to my surprise, I suddenly noticed the farmhouse up ahead. Bo had taken us on a long loop of sorts, and we pulled up the long driveway and up to the barn.
"Wow, that was fun. Thanks." I told him. "I'm glad we're back though, cause my butt and legs were starting to feel it." Bo grinned at me as he got off his bike.
"Ja, you should have a massage." He said. I couldn't tell if it was a suggestion, or an offer. But Bo said nothing more about it. We rolled the bikes into the barn, and put them back into the bike stands.
"Tack, (Thanks) For riding with me." Bo remarked. "It's more fun to ride with someone. So... Do you think you can fix my shifter?"
"Yeah, no problem bro. I'll work on it after dinner; I'll get it all tuned up for you."
"Thanks." He said, and then put his arms around me in a quick, innocent hug of appreciation. Innocent for him perhaps, but I certainly enjoyed the feel of his soft package pressing through his spandex into my thigh.
The boy headed back into the house to get changed, and since I was sweating from our ride, I decided to take another shower before dinner. I climbed out of my clothes, and stepped into the refreshingly cool water.
I soaped my lithe body, and then shampooed my hair. It was inevitable of course that I started thinking about the boy, and just as quickly I was boned up again. I gave into it this time, and as I started to fantasize about Bo, I began working my firm teenage pole. I imagined Bo getting naked. His beautiful body, so tan and lean. That glorious smile of his, and his long blond hair, blowing and shimmering in slow motion. God, I so wanted to see his young package...
I tried to imagine it. Likely he wasn't circumcised, and the thought of seeing it, brought me to the point of no return. My legs went rigid as my orgasm screamed for release. And then I fired gusher after gusher of hot boy cream up and onto the shower wall. My entire body flushed with the rush of it, and I had to steady myself against the wall as I slowly came down off the amazing high.
I stood under the cooling water for several minutes, feeling both pleasure, and guilty thoughts at what had just happened. It felt wrong somehow, and It was a bit confusing. But it would have been even more confusing however, if I had know that at that very moment, that Bo was lying naked on his bed, in his room, furiously stroking himself to his own youthful and spirited orgasm.,,
End of Part One
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About A Boy
This story focuses on two boys, and their budding relationship. One, a twelve year old Swedish boy, and the other a just turned seventeen year old American boy. The story takes place in Orebro Sweden, roughly 120 miles west of Stockholm. Enjoy....
It was a long flight from Portland International Airport to Stockholm Sweden. I have to admit I was feeling the jet lag as soon as I arrived. It's summer vacation, and after hounding my parents for nearly the entire school year, they finally relented and allowed me to spend six weeks, by myself in Sweden.
Well, not entirely by myself mind you. My dad works with a friend of his in Portland, who is of Swedish decent. His grandfather, Mårten Hansson has a small farm just outside of Orebro Sweden. It was arranged that I could spend my summer there, and in exchange for my room and board, I would help with chores on his farm. He desperately needed someone, so this was, more or less a part time summer job.
All of this was fine by me. I wanted to get away for awhile, and get a chance to see, and be part of a foreign culture. Scandinavian countries like Denmark and Sweden always interested me, so I jumped at this chance.
My name is Erik by the way. I just turned seventeen and finished my junior year of high school. I'm into sports, and in pretty good shape; though I'm not that tall, standing just about five foot nine (If I'm wearing thick socks). I have medium length brown hair and pale blue eyes, and as my mom says, a great smile. Moms! Go figure.
Mr. Hansson had volunteered to pick me up in Stockholm at the airport. I could have taken the train to Orebro, but he had errands in the city anyway, so this worked out great for both of us. He had just picked me up, and now as he drove us home, I was anxiously looking around trying to get a feel for the Swedish countryside.
Mr. Hansson, like most Swede's, speaks very good English, so it was easy to communicate with him; though he slipped in a word or two of Swedish from time to time, that kind of threw me.
"So, I suppose you are hungry, ja? He asked sincerely.
"No sir, I'm good. We had a meal on the flight." I responded. He smiled at me.
"No need to call me sir." He instructed. "I'm too old to need that. Det är typ av du." (It is kind of you.) He smiled, and pointed out some landmarks that he thought I might be interested in, as we drove the nearly hundred and twenty miles to Orebro. "We will have supper when we get home, I think."
"Thank you sir, uh, I mean Mr. Hansson."
"Still too formal for me, son. Just call me Mårten, ja." He smiled again.
"Ja sir..." I answered. My first try at anything Swedish. Mårten laughed warmly, making me feel quite comfortable. I guess I must have dozed off for a bit, because all of a sudden it was nearly dark, and we were pulling into the long driveway that led to a cozy looking, yet older farmhouse; though there was a modern looking barn off to one side. It was getting late, since my flight hadn't gotten in till around 8:00pm Sweden time, and the drive must have taken the better part of two hours.
We got out of Mr. Hansson, uh, I mean Mårten's car, and I gathering up my one suitcase and we walked toward the house. The door opened, and an older, yet very pretty woman came out to greet us.
"Hej, trevligt att träffas. Hello, nice to meet you." she greeted me warmly.
"Thank you. Thanks for letting me stay with you." I said.
"You are welcome... Varsågod." she smiled. "Come in please, you must be hungry, yes?"
"A little." I answered. "But please don't go to any trouble."
"No, not at all. It is ready for you." She stepped back and led me into their kitchen. I loved the feel of their home. It was old and simple; and it just felt invitingly warm. She had me sit at the table in the kitchen nook. Mårten looked at his wife.
"Where is Bo?" he asked.
"Ah, the pojken (boy) was tired after his ride. He has gone to bed already." She told him. Mr. Hansson looked over at me to explain.
"Bo is our grandson." He smiled. He is staying the summer as well. He is so much into cycling; he loves to ride. He trains very hard to try and make the local cycling team. You will meet him tomorrow then."
With that, Mr. Hansson sat at the table, and his wife served us up some stew that she had made for us. It was great, and I pounded down several bowlfuls and some freshly baked bread that smelled absolutely wonderful. When I had finished, Mr. Hansson said he would show me my room. Since Bo was also staying there with them, it turned out my room was out in the barn.
I was a little concerned when he told me that; but when we got out to the barn I found that it was quite modern, and had a nice bedroom, bath and shower built inside of it. Mårten had built it himself, as quarters for his farm help; when he had any.
"Here you are." he said. "There are towels and such, and there is the bath. There is a small 'dorm' refrigerator, so if you want to have drinks and food you can use that, ja... Sorry you are not in the house, but, with your age you may prefer a little more privacy anyway. Ja?"
"Yes. This is more than fine sir. Uh, Mårten. Thank you so much."
"Sure, sure. No work tomorrow. Give you some time to rest and settle in. Okej?"
"Ja, thank you." I smiled. He grinned back at me, and then headed back to the house.
This was so cool. I felt like an adult almost. My own room, separate from the house; yeah this was awesome. I put my clothes into the closet, and the set of drawers that were there. The dresser looked like something from IKEA, and I had to laugh at that. Duh, Sweden, IKEA... Of course.
I walked out into the barn, just to peek around. It was a concrete floor, all nice and clean. Farm tools, and a four wheel drive ATV; for hauling stuff around no doubt. I looked over and saw a nice Specialized brand road bicycle. It was fairly new, and I figured it belonged to Bo, the grandson I hadn't met yet.
I used to bike all the time myself. In fact, one of my best friend's dad back home, owns a bike shop. So I have spent a fair bit of time working there on weekends and such. From the size of the bike, a 52km, I guessed that Bo must be about five foot four or so.
It hit me now that I was actually kinda tired, so I went back into my room and got ready for bed. Pulling down the covers, I stripped off my clothes, laying them over a wooden bench at the foot of the bed, and wearing only my white cotton briefs I climbed into the soft, comfortable bed.
I lay there for a moment, and then with a smile I decided, like any healthy teenager, to jerk off. It would be my first time in a foreign country after all, so that was kind of a cool first... I slipped my shorts down off my hips, and took hold of my flaccid teen penis, fingering it seductively to make it grow.
I started thinking about my buddies back home. I'm not sure, I kinda think I might be 'bi', cause even though I like girls, I have had a lot of fun with a couple of my best bro's over the years. Ever since I was about eleven, when we used to jack off together.
That led to other things of course, and some of the best sex stuff I ever had was with my guy friends, rather than girl friends. Anyway, I was thinking about one of them now as I jerked my meat. Like I said before, I'm very athletic, but not all that big. Well, that's true down there as well I guess. I'm circumcised, and my dick's just shy of six inches when hard. I have a small, tight patch of soft brown pubes, but my legs are still kinda smooth, with only fine silky hair; and the rest of my body is bare. That's ok with me though; too much hair is kinda gross if you ask me.
Anyway, I quickly got into a nice rhythm, and it didn't take long to work myself into a frenzy. So lying there, thinking about my buddy Colin giving me a blowjob, I quickly reached my first foreign country climax. Four choice spurts of goo, cranking up onto my stomach and chest. Oh god it felt so good... I realized, with a laugh, that it felt just as good to jerk off in Sweden as it did back home. Big surprise huh?! Anyway, sleepy as I was, after I cleaned myself up, I quickly fell off to sleep for the night.
I had a great sleep though, and the cozy little bed turned out to be most comfortable. In the morning I woke to small sounds coming from nearby. I lay there a moment, and stretched away the nights stiffness, trying to get myself orientated. Then I heard another small sound, apparently coming from outside my door, in the barn area. Sitting up, I swung my legs off the bed and sat there on the edge of it for a moment to yawn.
Finally I got up, and padded barefoot across the floor of the bedroom and pulled the door open a little to peek outside. I didn't see anyone at first; so I took a step out of my room and looked into the barn, over to the left. That's when I saw the boy.
I'm quite sure my mouth must have dropped open, because standing there, wearing spandex bike gear, was the most beautiful kid I had ever seen. The boy looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old; and just as I had guessed, around five feet three, or four inches tall. He was lean and fit, with long firm legs, that were mostly bare from the tight cycling shorts down.
And, he was simply breathtaking. He had longer hair, that was as blond as blond can be; and even from here I could see that he had intensely blue eyes. This is exactly what you would expect a Swedish model to look like, right down to his dimples, and button nose. I'm not one to describe another dude this way, but this kid was beautiful.
The boy crouched at his bike, his firmly fitted spandex outfit molded tightly around his fit frame. He was fiddling with the rear derailer, and I heard him mumble something. "Vardelöst skräp!" (useless junk) He admonished, in a very boyish voice. I could see that he seemed to be a little frustrated.
I quickly stepped back into the bedroom, and pulled on a pair of shorts from the dresser drawer. I didn't want to surprise the kid, by standing there in just my undies. Then I walked back out into the barn and intentionally made a small sound, just so he would know I was there.
He turned his head to look at me, and there was a brief look of surprise on his face. He seemed to be quite shy. "Hello." I said. Then, remembering the Swedish word, I said; "Hej." And I smiled at him. He nodded timidly at me.
"Hej, är mitt namn Bo." He said, and even then he seemed shy. I was in way over my head with the language, and I could only surmise he meant 'Hi, my name is Bo.'
"I uhh... Do you speak English?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes." He said quite softly. I smiled stupidly, and nodded at him. Then took a few steps over toward him.
"That's a nice bike." I offered, pointing to his red and black Specialized bicycle.
"Tack." (Thanks) He replied.
"I'm a, Erik." I told him, and now that I was standing close to him, I was even more impressed with his appearance. He was very cute. He was surprisingly tan, for a Swede, and in his taught bicycle spandex, as is often the case, I could see the outline of his young penis; clearly defined by the thin, tight fitting material. He was indeed shy, and since he didn't know me, I could sense he may be feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Well, I have to go." He said "I must ride this morning." I noticed he was looking at my bare chest. I wondered if I had embarrassed him, by wearing only shorts.
"Uh, ya..." I said awkwardly. "I uh, just woke up, so I guess I'll go take a shower. See you later, ok."
"Ja, senare." (Yes, later) he said, and he rolled his bike toward the door. He stopped and glanced back at me, so I smiled and gave him a little wave. He nodded, and rolled the bike outside.
I let out my breath, and walked back into the bed room and rubbed my hands over my face. 'Holy shit.' I thought to myself; 'that kid is incredible'. I was surprised when I realized that I was actually beginning to bone up. Geeze, was I perving on this young kid?
I walked over to the small bath, which was through another door, but still part of the bedroom suite, and turned on the shower. Slipping out of my shorts and undies, I let them fall to the floor, and then got under the warm stream of water. It felt really nice after the long flight from yesterday, to finally get cleaned up; and I lingered there for many minutes letting the hot water soothe my naked body.
When I came out of the shower I realized that I hadn't grabbed one of the towels from the bedroom, so still dripping, I walked in and grabbed one from the top of the dresser. Throwing it over my head, I began drying my hair and body. Finally I pulled the towel over my head again, and just out of the corner of my eye, I thought I noticed movement near the window.
I pulled the towel down instinctively to cover myself, but I didn't see anything. Curious, I walked over to the window and peeked out. What I saw, surprised me. Bo, was just getting on his bicycle less than ten feet away, and then began to peddle down the driveway. A smile crossed my face as I realized, the little guy had probably been at the window peeking in at me. Hmm, rather curious indeed...
I finished getting dressed, then walked across the driveway to the main house, where I knocked at the door. It opened quickly, and Mrs. Hansson greeted me. "God morgon." (Good morning) she said smiling warmly. "Please dear, you don't have to knock. You may come in as you please, ja."
"Alright, thank you." I said.
"Good. Come in and have some breakfast med Mårten." She smiled and took my arm, leading me again to the kitchen. Mårten was sitting at the table, and he greeted me, and pointed to a chair.
"Did you sleep ok?" he asked.
"Ja..." I offered. "It's quite comfortable out there, thanks."
"Good, good." He replied.
"Would you like some coffee dear?" Mrs. Hansson asked. I smiled at her.
"No, thank you Mrs. Hansson." I replied.
"Oh... So polite this one." She said. "Jag Heter Anneli. My name is Anneli." She translated. "Please call me this." She smiled at me, and went to serve up a plate for me. In a moment she brought a heaping plate of eggs and bacon. Then returned with some juice for me, and coffee for her husband.
"So, I guess I met Bo this morning." I mentioned casually.
"Ah... He didn't wake you did he?" Mårten asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, no. Not at all. He was just getting his bike. Seems like a nice boy, a bit shy." I said.
"Ja. He's a good boy. A little shy at first, but after he gets to know you, he won't leave you alone." Mårten chuckled. "Loves to ride that cykle. Two long rides each day. On Torsdag och Lördag (Thursday and Saturday) he trains with the cykle team."
"That's pretty cool." I said. "I used to ride a quite a bit myself."
"Ah, well, there's another older bike in the barn. Perhaps you may ride with him if you like." Anneli said with a smile.
"Yeah, I'll take a look at..." I mused, more to myself than to her, as I dove into my food. It was just like back home, the big breakfast, and I loved the cozy feel of their house.
"Well," Mårten said, "The bike may be good transportation for you, ja. Unfortunately, with an American Drivers license, you must be eighteen to drive here. But Anneli or I will be happy to take you places you want to go to. And, we have good buses, and rail travel as well."
"Oh yeah. Thanks. Yeah, I knew about the driving thing. I'm cool with busses though, so no big deal." I smiled, as I stuffed another piece of bacon in me. When I had finished, I took my dishes to the sink and began rinsing them. (My mom raised me well.) Anneli smiled graciously at my help. I Think it impressed Mr. Hansson as well.
"Listen, no work today. If you want to go into town, look around a little, we can drive you. Perhaps Bo can show you around when he gets back."
"Sure, yeah that sounds good." I replied.
"Tomorrow, I well have you repair the fence around the back of the barn, ja?!" he told me. I thanked Mrs. Hansson for the breakfast, and wandered outside to have a look around a little bit.
I walked around the farm. It really wasn't all that big, and seemed to be in pretty good shape. I could tell my helping out around there was more of a formality than a job. At most, a couple of hours a day of chores, and then I could do what I wanted. I was surprised at the landscape, because it actually looked a lot like home, back in the Pacific Northwest.
Finishing my exploration, I went back into the barn and found the 'old' bike that Mårten had mentioned. I started thinking about the boy, Bo; and thought it might be really cool to ride with him. The bike really wasn't all that old; a twenty one speed, aluminum Trek. It had the new style shifters that I was used to, and I pulled the bike out, dusted it off and set about cleaning it up a little; finding tools and other things I needed right there in the barn.
After making some adjustments to the rear derailer and such, I found the tire pump and inflated the tires to around 115psi. Soon I had the bike working well, all tuned up, cleaned and ready to ride. Surprisingly then, I began thinking about Bo again. I could picture him in his tight cycling gear, and it actually made me shiver. God that kid was as cute as can be...
I went back into my room, and changed into an old pair of jeans and headed out back, behind the barn to take a look at the fence. I decided that even though Mårten had said to start tomorrow; it might be good just to get a start on it now. It was easy enough to see what needed doing; Mårten had a small scribbled sketch which he had left with the stack of materials. I rounded up a shovel and a few other tools from the barn, and set about digging out holes for several new posts.
After an hour or so, I was sweating pretty good and pulled off my tee shirt, tossing it over one of the wooden fence railings. There were pre cut posts, lumber and several bags of concrete all stacked there in a neat pile, and ready to go.
Finding some buckets, and a snap line in the barn, I took them out back and ran a line to be sure everything was level. Then I mixed up some of the concrete, and after wiping the sweat off my brow, I set the first post.
I wasn't really aware of it at the time, but over by the barn, peeking at me through the opening in the fence, was Bo. He had come back from his ride at some point, and was apparently checking me out.
He watched as I lifted the heavy bags of concrete, and mixed them in the bucket. Had I known he was there, I might have noticed that he was curiously looking at my sweaty torso, and watching my firm teenage muscles flexing, and glistening in the late morning sun.
I finished setting the last post in concrete, and braced it with some 2x2's to hold it while the concrete set. That's when I happened to glance up, and noticed Bo still watching me from the corner. I gave him a quick wave, and he nodded at me before turning and heading out of sight. "Wonder how long he was there?" I thought to myself.
After cleaning up the bucket and tools, I began to lay out some of the slats that would be used to match the existing fence. This would likely have to be done tomorrow, after the concrete had a chance to set up properly. I turned and noticed Mr. Hansson, and Bo walking over toward me from around the barn.
They stopped and Mårten eyed my work. "Bo told me you were working. Eager to get started I see." He said, looking things over with a nod. "I can see you do good work as well. This is exactly how I wanted this done." he smiled.
"Yeah, well thanks. I just, well, like to get things done. You know." I answered, and he smiled broadly at me.
"So, you two have not met formally." Mårten said, turning to the boy. "This is my grandson, Bo. He is twelve."
"Farfar, nästan tretton." (Grandfather, almost thirteen) the boy admonished.
"Ja, yes of course, almost thirteen." Mårten corrected with a smile. "And Bo, this is Erik, our friend from America. His father works there with your Uncle." I looked at Bo, and reaching out, the boy timidly shook hands with me. I tried not to stare at him, but it was difficult. The boy was simply amazing. I glanced at his spandex cycling shorts and could still see the outline of his boy junk pressed inside the blue and white skintight suit. I realized I was staring, and tried to recover.
"Wow, that's a cool pro riding jersey. It's team Gerolsteiner; from, Uhh 2008 I think..?"
"Ja..." The boy smiled up at me, quite pleased. "You follow cykling?" he asked. He had an adorable accent when he was speaking English.
"Ja." I tried to sound cool. "A little bit."
"The Tour de France is going on just now. Do you want to watch it with me on TV?" The boy asked. I saw Mårten smile, and he caught my eye.
"Well, you've done it now." He said. "Come on Bo, leave Erik alone. Let him clean up, then he can come inside for lunch, and watch the Tour with you if he chooses." Mårten turned and started walking back to the house. Bo hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, and then he turned and ran back toward the house with his grandfather.
I don't know what I was thinking about, because I couldn't help but check out his firm little butt as he moved away. I've never even thought about a kid like that before. I had a friend back home who was fifteen, an we had messed around a little; but nothing like this.
Shaking my head I went around the side of the building, and back into my room in the barn. I took off my shoes and socks, then peeled off my jeans and went in to take a shower. Right away I started to bone up as I stood under the cooling stream, and when I closed my eyes; Bo was the only face that came into my mind.
I stroked myself a few times, but then started to feel kinda guilty, thinking about a twelve year old boy. Almost thirteen, I corrected; and then had to laugh. I quickly finished my shower, and went back out into my room to dry off. For a moment, I felt like someone was watching me again. But when I casually looked toward the window, I didn't see anyone.
I fished out a pair of clean briefs from the 'IKEA' dresser, and slipped into them. Just then there was a timid little knock at the door, and as I turned, it opened slightly. Bo peeked his head inside and looked in. I was standing there in just my briefs (no big deal to me), and Bo seemed almost a bit disappointed.
"May I come in?" he asked quietly.
"Uh, yeah sure." I answered, smiling as he looked at me. He had already changed out of his spandex, and was wearing some shorts and a tee shirt. (Now I was disappointed.)
"Jag trodde... (I thought) I would come and wait for you." He said. "Mormor has Lunch ready."
"Mormor?" I asked.
"Oh... Sorry. Grandmother. Mormor means Grandmother." Bo said with an embarrassed grin. "I forget you don't speak Swedish..."
"No, no that's alright. I want to learn." I smiled at him. "It's cute, uh, I mean cool when you say some stuff in your language." I began pulling on my clothes, and noticed that Bo was watching me intently. "So, you can teach me some stuff, Ja?" I asked with a smile.
"Ja." He grinned. "Vill du gå cykel luarde senare?" he laughed.
"Whoa, hold on dude." I laughed back. "Too fast for me. Too much for my little brain..." I told him, making him laugh.
"I just asked if you want to go for a bicycle ride later." Bo repeated. "So, do you?"
"Ja... Yes, I would like that." I answered. Bo grinned, and when I was finished getting dressed, he anxiously took me by the wrist, and led me out the door.
We walked across to the main house, and inside to the kitchen. Bo slid in across from me at the table, and Anneli put down our plates with sandwiches and a soup of some kind. There was also a plate of what she called 'Pepparkakor'. Which turned out to be a some kind of sweet ginger bread.
"Bo," She asked, "What would you like to drink honey?"
"I will have some milk, please." Bo rattled off quickly in Swedish.
"And Erik, what would you like?" She asked
"Han Kommer även!" (He will as well) Bo answered for me.
"Uh, I'll have what he's having." I laughed. It turned out to be milk. We talked for awhile as we ate, and after finishing, I insisted on helping with the dishes. Then Bo took me by the wrist again, and led me back to his bedroom, wanting to show me his stuff.
It was a pretty typical room for a boy his age. I got the idea that he must spend a lot of time staying here with his grandparents, as the room was set up with all his things. There were cycling posters pinned up all over. Including an American team, RadioShack, and even a poster of Lance Armstrong. Which I noticed was actually autographed.
"Nice room." I nodded as I looked around.
"Tack." (Thanks) he said, slipping into Swedish again. I loved that. He eagerly showed off some pins, and medals he had won, for cycling. He had several small trophies as well, two of which were for 'futball', as he also played soccer.
"Here, read this please." Bo said, as he handed me a newspaper article from a local paper. I sat on the edge of his bed to read it. Bo anxiously sat down right alongside, and leaned into me a bit, just to read along with me.
The story was about a local youth cycling team, and to my surprise, it was written in English. The article talked about the team and the local Criterium Race that would be held in two weeks. Bo pointed to his name, as the article mentioned he was a new rider who showed a lot of promise.
"Wow, cool..." I praised him, and the boy beamed up at me, as he innocently rested his hand on my knee. I became aware then, that our bare lower legs were touching as well, and it made me shiver with odd, but definite excitement.
Bo stood up then, and put the newspaper clipping on top of his dresser, then took my hand and pulled me up. "Come." He said. "We can watch some of the Tour." I followed him into the living area of the house, and Bo switched on the TV.
He flipped it to the right channel, and we watched the last 50 kilometers of that day's stage together. It was being broadcast in Swedish, so I didn't get most of the commentary, but Bo eagerly filled me in on the important stuff.
It was fun to watch, not only the Tour, but I also watched Bo a lot as well. He was very animated, and clearly into the cycling. As we sat on the couch, he bounced around a lot, and made frequent contact with me, which to be honest, was kind of turning me on.
Near the end of the race, the sprinters were trying to get into position as it would be a sprint finish today. Mark Cavendish, from team HTC Highroad, and Tyler Farrar from the Cervelo team were both near the front.
"Who do you want to win?" Bo suddenly asked me.
"Well, I gotta' go with Farrar; he's an American you know." I said honestly.
"Väldigt bra..." (Very good) he beamed. "Cavendish is a douche..." he grinned at me, and we both laughed. As luck would have it, Cavendish and his lead out rider got stuck in a group, and Farrar managed to sprint to the win. We both cheered, and Bo excitedly hopped up and wrapped his arms around me in celebratory hug.
Wow... He felt so good in my arms. I could feel his warmth, and smell his beautiful, freshly washed blond hair as his head was in close to mine.
We pulled apart then, Bo had been lost in the moment, and now he blushed just a bit as he sat back down on the couch.
"That was pretty cool." I offered of the race, (but was thinking about the hug).
"Ja... Awesome." Bo replied. And I noticed that he discreetly reached down to give himself a little squeeze in his shorts. I pretended not to notice, and wondered if it was the excitement of the bike race, or the hug with me that had stiffened his young boy part.
"Do you want to go for a ride now?" Bo asked me, eagerly nodding his head.
"Ja... Sure." I smiled back at him, and enjoyed the bright smile as his face lit up.
"Ok.. Um, you wait while I get ready." He requested, then he ran back to his room. I sat for a few moments, and shortly he came out of his bedroom wearing his spandex bike shorts. He was naked from the waist up, and carrying his jersey as he turned and went into the bathroom. I was intrigued by his upper body. It was youthfully trim and lean, with a strong flat looking stomach; I felt myself shiver involuntarily at the thought of it.
I waited, surprisingly for several minutes, and finally he came out of the bathroom and smiled at me. "I'm ready." He said satisfied smile.
"Ok. Let me use the bathroom first." I said. "I have to pee." I whispered the last part to him so Anneli and Mårten wouldn't think me rude; though they were still sitting in the kitchen. When I went in to the bathroom, I closed the door and stood at the toilet, preparing to take a leak.
I looked at the raised seat, and couldn't help but notice several peculiar looking drops of liquid clinging to it. "That looks like..." I leaned in for a closer look, and a smile crossed my lips. "I'll be damned." I thought to myself. "That little stinker Bo, just wanked off in here..."
Another shiver raced through me at the very thought of it, and I wondered what his young cock must have looked like, boned up like that. It had to be as cute as he was...
I was starting to bone up now myself, and this made it impossible for me to piss; so I tucked it away. Just before leaving I grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped Bo's sticky droplets off the toilet seat. Thought I would spare him the embarrassment if his grandfather Mårten, or his grandma Anneli happened to see it. Another grin crossed my face, and I flushed the evidence down the toilet.
Walking out, Bo led me out through the kitchen. We told them we were going to take a short ride, which they seemed to be pleased to have me go with Bo. The boy and I walked out to the barn, and the bikes.
"I better change into some other shorts that I can ride in." I suggested, and I went off toward the bedroom. I closed the door behind me, but as I walked to the dresser I heard Bo come in quietly.
"Hurry." he said, as he smiled at me. I smiled back, and decided to give him a little show. So I stepped out of my flip flops, and I pulled my tee shirt up over my head. From the corner of my eye I could see that Bo's attention was fixed on me.
I had to wonder what he was thinking about. Just curious perhaps. I thought it was kind of funny that he had just wanked off in the bathroom though... What's up with him? I really began to wonder. I undid the button of my shorts and let them fall softly to the floor, then I turned and deliberately smiled at Bo.
I could see him swallow, and I noticed him glance downward at the bulge in my briefs. I knew I would bone up, if I wasn't careful, so I turned away from him, and grabbed a pair of Nike casual shorts from the drawer. Stepping into them, I grabbed a new tee shirt out as well, and pulled it on.
"You have good muscles..." Bo said, rather quietly.
"Oh... Thanks. I uh, noticed that you look pretty good also..." I answered back. Bo seemed to blush a little at that, and he looked away.
I put on a pair of running shoes, and we walked back into the barn. "I see you cleaned up the other bike." Bo remarked eagerly. "It has trouble shifting sometimes."
"Na... I adjusted the derailer this morning. It should be fine." I said matter of factly.
"Really?! You can do this." Bo asked.
"Ja." I smiled, having used my favorite new Swedish word. "A friend back home has a bike shop, and I kinda work there sometimes in the summer, so..."
"Can you do mine?" He asked anxiously. "It has been hanging up in some of the gears."
"Sure. Why don't we go for a ride, and I'll watch it. Then I can give your bike a tune up later on. Okay?"
"Ja..." he said back, with emphasis. And he smiled that brilliant white, boyish grin at me again.
We rolled the bikes outside, and climbing on we started out. I told him to take it easy on me. I was kind of joking, thinking with our age difference it wouldn't be an issue. But as it turned out, the little guy was very, very good. I worked my ass off just trying to keep up with him. And the truth is, he was in fact, taking it easy on me.
We rode into town along some beautifully winding back roads. Bo was pointing out things to me as we rode along, and I was impressed at the Swedish countryside. At one point, I slid in behind him to draft his wheel, and I couldn't help but look at the beautiful curves of his youthful butt cheeks, firmly pressed, and clearly outlined by the tight blue spandex. I could see each globe flex and tighten with every stroke as he peddled, and as if I wasn't having enough trouble catching my breath before; that made it worse.
This was fucking crazy. What the hell was I doing, having these stimulating thoughts about this beautiful Swedish boy. And making things even worse, why did he seem to have an interest in me. Ahh, I was probably just reading into it. He's a pubescent kid; he just has a natural curiosity about stuff. I sure did at that age. I mean, I traded my first blowjob with my friend Scott when we were twelve. Fuck that was awesome...
I snapped out of it then, as I nearly clipped the back wheel of Bo's bike, and had to make a quick correction just to stay upright. Better stay focused on the present here, before I dump the both of us. We rode for several hours in the warm afternoon sun. I had a great time and saw some interesting stuff; and eventually, to my surprise, I suddenly noticed the farmhouse up ahead. Bo had taken us on a long loop of sorts, and we pulled up the long driveway and up to the barn.
"Wow, that was fun. Thanks." I told him. "I'm glad we're back though, cause my butt and legs were starting to feel it." Bo grinned at me as he got off his bike.
"Ja, you should have a massage." He said. I couldn't tell if it was a suggestion, or an offer. But Bo said nothing more about it. We rolled the bikes into the barn, and put them back into the bike stands.
"Tack, (Thanks) For riding with me." Bo remarked. "It's more fun to ride with someone. So... Do you think you can fix my shifter?"
"Yeah, no problem bro. I'll work on it after dinner; I'll get it all tuned up for you."
"Thanks." He said, and then put his arms around me in a quick, innocent hug of appreciation. Innocent for him perhaps, but I certainly enjoyed the feel of his soft package pressing through his spandex into my thigh.
The boy headed back into the house to get changed, and since I was sweating from our ride, I decided to take another shower before dinner. I climbed out of my clothes, and stepped into the refreshingly cool water.
I soaped my lithe body, and then shampooed my hair. It was inevitable of course that I started thinking about the boy, and just as quickly I was boned up again. I gave into it this time, and as I started to fantasize about Bo, I began working my firm teenage pole. I imagined Bo getting naked. His beautiful body, so tan and lean. That glorious smile of his, and his long blond hair, blowing and shimmering in slow motion. God, I so wanted to see his young package...
I tried to imagine it. Likely he wasn't circumcised, and the thought of seeing it, brought me to the point of no return. My legs went rigid as my orgasm screamed for release. And then I fired gusher after gusher of hot boy cream up and onto the shower wall. My entire body flushed with the rush of it, and I had to steady myself against the wall as I slowly came down off the amazing high.
I stood under the cooling water for several minutes, feeling both pleasure, and guilty thoughts at what had just happened. It felt wrong somehow, and It was a bit confusing. But it would have been even more confusing however, if I had know that at that very moment, that Bo was lying naked on his bed, in his room, furiously stroking himself to his own youthful and spirited orgasm.,,
End of Part One
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