The Boy From Sweden
Chapter 4
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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 seventeen year old American boy. The story takes place in Orebro Sweden, roughly 120 miles west of Stockholm.
*In the last Chapter: Twelve year old Bo and his thirteen year old friend Jan, took their new friend Erik, the 17 year old from America, on a long, enjoyable bike ride into the Swedish countryside. The boys had planned to swim, and for the first time, Erik finally got to see the stunningly beautiful boy naked. They all had a great time, and seemed more than a bit 'interested' in each other. Later, at home, Erik left Bo in the house, and he went out to his bedroom in the barn to get cleaned up. He was standing in his shower, and we pick up the story from the last few paragraphs.......
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This had truly been a great day. The ride, the lake, all of it. And the best part; I had gotten to see Bo, naked in all his Swedish beauty. I was smitten with this youngster, and his innocent, tender nature.
I began to shampoo my hair, and with my eyes closed I thought I heard the faintest of sounds. It sounded vaguely like the shower door... And then I felt the warm touch of a soft hand on my back.
"You said, maybe next time, Ja? Well, this is next time." Bo said in his soft boyish voice. He stepped into me; the warmth of his bare chest pressed firmly to my back, as his arms wrapped around my torso. I shivered beneath his soft touch, and I could feel my boy part begin to stiffen...
My mind went totally blank. Awash in a bevy to thoughts, and none of them seemed to reach my brain. Reason was being smothered by the warm blanket of nakedness that had wrapped itself around me in the form of Bo's young body.
I could feel him, pressed against me. Tender and warm, and even now I wondered if I was 'reading' into this. He had talked about sauna's, and pools. He had talked about public bathhouses in Sweden, and how it wasn't uncommon for families to do these kind of things together.
Maybe that's all this was. Perhaps it was reading into it. Innocently showering together, simply sharing our new, comfortable friendship. My eyes were still closed as all these thoughts raced through my head in mere seconds.
I could feel Bo's soft hands, gently rubbing against my soapy chest, then up and down my ribs; tenderly washing me. I didn't dare open my eyes, for fear that this was merely a fantasy. A dream being played out in my own imaginative mind.
But if it was a dream, it was the most amazing dream I had ever had. Bo's hands slipped down my sides to my hips, softly lathering the flesh there. His hands moved in small circular motions, and then he moved his fingers forward, onto my upper thighs. I could still feel his soft, warm body cradled tenderly against my back, and I could feel that he was trembling nervously.
And then he touched me... His soapy fingers had drifted across my tight patch of brownish pubes, and they slid deliberately down onto my mostly limp boy tool. I could feel his body tense with anticipation, and mine did as well.
I stood there, unmoving. Caught between fear and delight. Wanting this so badly, yet frozen by fear of the ramifications. I was seventeen, Bo was nearly thirteen... How right, or wrong could this be? Bo was melting my resistance like ice on a warm summer's day.
With my heart pounding, I opened my eyes and turned in his arms to face him. We stood now, naked, facing each other with his arms still wrapped around my waist; his hands resting softly on my bum. As I gazed down into his sweet blue eyes; his expression was one of timid hopefulness.
The sensation of his warm, naked body pressed against mine made me shudder. I could feel his young penis growing erect between us, as it's tip pressed gently upward into my nut sac. I swallowed with great difficulty.
"We... We can't do this..." I breathed. But my words lacked conviction. My arms wrapped around him, and my eyes closed again as I held him to me. Bo's forehead was nestled against my cheek; and tenderly, no longer able to resist, I instinctively kissed it. My heart was thrumming in my chest, and I could feel Bo's heart racing in rhythm with mine.
"Bo... We can't....." I whispered softly, as I felt my boy part going stiff between us.
"Vänligen... Kan jag kyssa mig!" (Please... Can I kiss you!) Bo asked softly, a tremble in his young voice. He repeated it in English, and I felt powerless to resist this simple request. I tilted my head down toward him and our lips met wetly. The warm shower continued to rain down on us as our lips melted together. I pulled away for a moment, in a futile attempt to resist, but his lips reached for me, and we kissed again.
Seconds passed this time, and finally our lips came apart. But we hovered there, eyes closed, our noses touching; exchanging breath as our mouths lingered closely to one another.
'What the hell was happening here?' A thought that played somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind as Bo timidly reached for me again, and gently pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him again and his arms came up over my shoulders, and wrapped around my neck.
My hands were still gently caressing his wet, soap slickened back; with my fingers feeling his boyishly lean physique. My left hand drifted down the small of his back, and came to rest across the middle of his firm, well rounded butt cheeks. My fingers sliding lightly against his crease. I shivered again; the same mixture of fear and delight.
With the boy still clinging to my neck, I felt him push his groin into me. I lifted him, and Bo wrapped his legs around my hips, like he had done at the lake. Only this time he had a hard on, and his rigid boy pole pressed firmly into me; his smooth boy pouch settling against my pubic mound. My mostly erect length had slipped underneath, and rested warmly between his legs and up against his naked butt.
We simply held each other, the rush of nervous adrenalin coursing through both of us; and the warm water from the shower continued to spill across our naked bodies. This was naughty, and it certainly wasn't appropriate. But more than that, it was exhilarating, stimulating, and exciting. This was beyond my wildest of fantasies, and I was being drawn helplessly, and willingly into it...
Our lips met again, and we lingered for a long moment, until my lips slid around to kiss the soft skin of his neck, just below his ear. I heard the boy sigh with pleasure, and his warm breath tickled my skin.
"Bo..." I breathed, "We have to... To stop." My lips uttered the words, but neither of us seemed to have heard. The boy sought out my mouth, and then kissed me again. His young lips parted, and I felt his warm tongue innocently searching for an opening. 'We can't do this.' I thought; but my lips parted to accept his tongue and the exchange of wet heated breath.
Bo was wiggling his hips lightly against me, and I could hear and feel the little grunts of pleasure coming from him, as our mouths were still coupled as one. My hand was still cupped under his firm bottom, holding him to me; and suddenly I could feel his young butt cheeks go taut. His breathing, and his moaning had intensified, as did the rocking of his youthful hips.
"Bo, please... We have to s...." But my words were lost as he moaned loudly and went rigid against me... I could feel his young erection pulse repeatedly against my abdomen, and then the warm flood of his immature boy sauce as it squirted between us.
Time stood still. All light, and sound seemed to disappear into the abyss of space. There was a moment there where nothing existed. The sound of the shower, our breathing, and Bo's low moans were absorbed into silence. Light didn't exist behind my tightly clenched eyelids. And then....
Everything exploded back into life... My cock, still snugly between Bo's legs, against his butt, exploded into a monumental orgasm. Pulse after sticky pulse ejected from my hot, teenage member. It squirted under his young butt, and splattered against the frosted glass of the shower door.
"Uhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhh..... Oh shiii..." My moans and grunts of pleasure filled the air with sound, until I had nothing left. I stood trembling, my strength so drained that I had to lower Bo to stand on his own in the shower. When we pulled apart, a long sticky thread of his clearish boy seed clung between us. Connecting us.
Bo looked up at me and our eyes met. We both managed a timid, if not awkward smile, and I lowered my forehead to his and rested it there. We stood for a minute, trying to regain our lost breath, and our senses.
"Knulla. Det var häftigt..." (Fuck. That was cool.) Bo finally breathed. I didn't have the energy to ask him what he had said. "So cool..." he repeated part of it.
Somewhat recovered, but shaking with nervous excitement, all I could think to do was to finish the shower. I took the soap and began washing down Bo's backside, gently scrubbing his soft beautiful skin.
Bo stood comfortably and seemed to enjoy the sensual touch. He noticed the shower door, and with a curious smile, he reached out and ran his fingers through the sticky spatters of my sperm that still clung to the frosted glass. He looked back and eyed me with an intriguing grin.
We finished bathing each other, and we stepped out from the shower. I padded barefoot and dripping into the bedroom to grab towels for us, and we began to dry ourselves off. When he had finished drying himself, Bo wrapped the white towel snuggly around his lean waist; and as I stood drying my hair, I could only stare, and admire his stunning boyish figure. I still hadn't actually seen his young erection, as it had been pressed firmly between us during the exchange...
"Erik..." Bo said quietly.
"Hmm?"
"Det var så häftigt. Tack..." (That was so cool. Thanks.) He said, then stepped forward to give me a gentle hug. Almost shaking, I put my arms around him to return his soft embrace.
"It's almost six. You better go back inside the house and get dressed, before your grandparents get back." I told him. Bo looked up at me and smiled softly, then he turned and hurried out through the barn and back to the main house.
I sat on my bed, bewildered by what had just happened. I didn't know how I felt about it. It was, by far the most erotic and amazing experience I had ever had. Even though, in truth we really didn't do much of anything. Back home, I had messed around heavily with a girlfriend or two, though I am still a virgin.
Going through puberty, and even recently some of my guy friends and I messed around with each other, and even traded blowjobs and stuff, a time or two; but nothing even compared to this in it's intensity.
I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. A shiver ran though me, as I though about Bo. I could almost feel the warmth of his soft, smooth skin against me. I could feel his young erection pressing into me and... And suddenly I thought about me being seventeen. And Bo; he was still a boy.
My eyes felt a bit heavy, and I closed them again for a moment just to rest. I didn't realize I was so spent from all the days events, and I never even felt myself drifting off as I fell asleep.
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I woke up some time later to someone knocking on the bedroom door. I raised up, a bit groggy, and sat on the bed. I still had the towel wrapped around me from before, and my hair, which had been damp when I fell asleep, was in a dried mess now.
I got up and shuffled to the door, expecting to see Bo standing there as I pulled it open. But it was his grandfather, Mårten. Standing there, wrapped in my towel and my hair all askew, he eyed me with a curious smile.
"Hej. (Hi.) I just came out to get you. Anneli has dinner almost ready in the house." Mårten smiled at my appearance, with a little wink. "I told you the boy wouldn't leave you alone. He must have worn you out today."
"Huh..?" I was confused, and suddenly felt guilty. Surely Bo didn't tell him about the shower and stuff... "I, ah... Ya, let me get dressed and I'll be right in."
"Ja. Don't be long." Mårten smiled, as he headed back outside. Quickly I stripped off the towel and pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, before going into the bathroom. I scooped up some water from the sink, and ran my fingers through my hair to wet it; and then struggled for a moment trying to comb it into something passable.
When I had finished, I quickly made my way over to the house, and in through the side door to the kitchen, where I slid in at the table across from Bo. He looked up at me with a shy, embarrassed grin.
"Hi Erik." he said happily, then he smiled mischievously at me.
"Hey." I nodded back to him, still feeling kind of sleepy, if not a bit uncomfortable.
"Morfar (Grandpa) says you were taking a rest. Did I 'drain' all your energy?" Bo teased knowingly, thinking he was being clever. I shot him a reproachful look, and shook my head at him so he would leave it alone.
Anneli brought dinner to the table, and we all settled in and began to eat. Bo kept looking over at me, and he would grin anytime we made eye contact.
"So, did you boys have fun today?" Anneli asked.
"Great fun, Mormor..." Bo said, and he looked at me again with a sly grin. Suddenly, beneath the table, Bo had lifted his bare foot and he touched his toes playfully into my crotch. I jumped a bit at the contact.
"Oh... Are you alright dear." Anneli said as she looked over at me.
"Yeah, I... I uh... Just started to get a cramp, is all. From the long bike ride today." I managed; and then gave Bo a look. He was sniggering quietly to himself. The rest of the meal was uneventful, and we shared some nice conversation and a laugh or two.
When dinner was over, I helped clear the table and put everything away for Mrs. Hansson. Finally I told Bo I needed to talk with him, outside. He raised his eyebrows questioningly; but I just pointed to the door and we went outside and walked up the driveway, where we sat on the fence.
"Dude, you can't do stuff like that." I said firmly to Bo.
"Like, what stuff?" The boy replied. But he knew full well what I meant.
"Bo I'm serious. If they ever found out about that shit, well... I'd be in big trouble." I said sternly. The smile faded from his face. "Geeze dude... I'm seventeen, and you're not even thirteen. It's like, not even legal." Bo looked over at me.
"Didn't you like what we did?" he asked seriously.
"That's not the point Bo. People don't like adults taking advantage of kids." Bo looked at me with a sour look on his face.
"Lyssna," (Listen) Bo said, a touch of annoyance in his voice, "First, you didn't do anything. I started it, I wanted to do it. And... And you're not an adult! You're a boy just like me. A little older maybe, Ja, but a boy just the same." There was a little tremble in his voice, and Bo hopped off the fence and started walking.
My head dropped to my chest. I hadn't meant it to sound like that. Hopping off the fence I followed him out toward the road.
"Bo..." I called out. But he kept walking. I quickened my pace to catch up with him. When I got alongside, I could see a small tear roll down his cheek. It broke my heart to see that I'd hurt his feelings.
"Bo, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that." I put my hand on his shoulder and stopped him, then turned him to face me. "Bo. That was awesome, what we did... I'm just, afraid is all. You're right, I guess in a lot of respects I am still a boy. It's just... Well there's an age difference here that most people wouldn't understand." I reached out and wiped the tear from his cheek.
"Why do older people think they're the only ones who know anything?" Bo asked. He hopped over the little ditch beside the road, and sat down in the grass near the fence. I jumped over and sat down alongside him.
I glanced back toward the farm house, but we were too far out to be seen; so I reached over and took Bo's hand into mine and we sat there quietly for a little while.
"Bo, I'm just scared is all. I don't know if you really understand. We're getting really close to each other, and I'm not sure what it all means... Besides, a month from now, when I have to go home... Well, it's really gonna hurt, you know."
"That's dumb." Bo said, looking at me. "So, because it might hurt when you leave, you want to miss out, and not have anything at all..?"
"It's just... Well, complicated." I said. Bo looked at me sternly, and let go of my hand.
"No, it isn't." Bo said. "Det är så dumt... (That's so stupid.) Last summer, the guys who run the cycling team, they arranged a trip for the boys on the team, and other young cyclists. They were going to go for seven days to France. So we could all see the Tour de France for real. To actually see what cycling really is; and see the best riders in the world." He looked directly at me.
"Each boy had to pay his share to go. My fader (father) didn't let me go. He said it was a lot of money, and that after the trip was over, the money would be gone and there would be nothing to show for it." Bo sighed deeply.
"So I missed out, and had nothing... All the boys who went, even though it was over, and the money was gone... Well, they had something to show for it. They had the best time ever, and something they would always remember, and have forever..." Bo sighed sadly, then looked at me again. "Erik, I don't want to miss out with you. Jag älskar dig, Erik." (I love you.)
Bo leaned over and gently kissed me on the cheek, then he got up and ran back to the farmhouse. I sat there, feeling foolish. Bo was right; why do older people think they're the only ones who know anything?
I got slowly to my feet, and brushing the grass off my backside, I turned and walked back into the barn. Lying on my bed, I spent some time thinking, and sending a few emails to my family and friends back home with my iPhone. Then an idea came to me, and I used the browser to go onto my eBay account and look around. It took awhile, but when I found what I was looking for, and I bought it.
I smiled to myself, knowing that it would be pretty cool when they sent it to me. I put in the Hansson's address, with a note to the seller, asking him to send it here. There was a soft knock at the door then, so I put my phone down, and hopped up to answer it. Anneli had come out, and invited me to come into the house for some homemade pie and ice cream. I loved that idea, so I went back to the house with her.
"Sit, sit..." Anneli said, as she took the ice cream from the freezer. "Bo," she called, "Bo come have some dessert honey." She began dishing up the pie. Bo was back in his bedroom, and apparently didn't hear her.
"I'll get him." I said, getting up from the table. I walked past the living room, where Mårten was sitting in his chair watching TV. I knocked softly, and opened the bedroom door slightly. Bo was lying there on his bed with his shirt off looking through a bicycling magazine, and he looked over at me when I came in.
"You mad at me..?" I asked softly. He shook his head, no. I walked over and stood by him, then sat on the edge of his bed as he looked at me.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly. "I don't want to miss out with you either... I'm just scared." A small smile spread across his face, and he sat up and hugged me.
We walked back into the kitchen and enjoyed Mrs. Hansson's homemade blackberry pie. It was awesome, and we all talked for a long while, as Bo and I both had second helpings. When we had finished, I said my goodnights to everyone and headed back out to my bedroom in the barn.
I stripped down, still a bit tired from the long day, and with a yawn, I crawled into bed. Tomorrow was Saturday, and Bo had wanted me to come and watch him train with the cycling team; so I would have to get up early then, to do the few things that Mårten needed done around the farm.
Sometime later, just as I was beginning to doze off, I heard the faint sound of my door as it creaked open. Raising my head I peered through the semi darkness to see who it was, and I could just make out the slender figure, and blond hair of Bo. He padded softly over to my bed where he stood for a moment, and then he stooped and slid his shorts down his legs.
Naked, and without saying a word he slipped in under the covers and scooted up next to me. With his back spooned in tightly against my body, he reached over and took hold of my wrist, and pulled my arm comfortably around him.
The tender smoothness of his young body felt like warm silk on my skin. I drew my knees up a bit, so that my legs cradled his. We fit so nicely together; snug, warm, comfortable. In moments I heard his breathing soften. Bo had fallen asleep, and now his gentle breathing was nothing more than a comforting, white noise. My eyes drooped, and I softly kissed the back of his blond head before falling asleep.
It seemed like no time at all, till I heard the chimes of my alarm going off. I reached out and grabbed my iPhone to shut off the 'wake up reminder.' There was early morning light filtering into the room through the window now, and I looked at Bo. We hadn't moved all night, and we were still snuggled closely together the same way we had fallen asleep.
His warm bare bottom was nestled in tightly to my boy parts, which surprisingly had remained flaccid. I softly brushed my finger on Bo's ear, and he stirred, rolling from his side onto his back. The covers were pulled down a little, exposing most his smooth tanned chest. I couldn't help but smile at the sight; and without thinking, I placed the tip of my finger on his little pebble of a nipple. I moved it in slow, gentle circles and watched as his skin turned to Goosebumps under my touch..
I rested my hand flat on his chest, softly moving it around his silky skin. He felt so wonderful to me. I rubbed him gently now, wanting Bo to wake up. He needed to get back inside before someone noticed.
He stirred just a bit, starting to waken, but still sleeping lightly. I slid my hand down under the covers, across his belly, and I softly traced his belly button with my middle finger.
I noticed him smile slightly, but he kept his eyes closed; obviously he was enjoying the gentle rubbing, but trying to pretend he was still asleep. With a smile of my own, I slid my hand down a bit further, till my fingers brushed across his tiny bit of fine downy pubes. There was more skin than hair, but it was soft, sensual, and inviting to the touch.
Bo giggled then, and the game was up. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Don't stop..." He pleaded, as I pulled my hand out from under the sheets.
"Good morning..." I whispered. "You have to go inside now. I'm gonna get up and do some chores for your grandpa."
"I can help, ja?" Bo suggested.
"Nope. You have to ride today. You need to save your energy. Go in and sleep for a little while, ok." Reluctantly, Bo pulled himself up and out of my bed. He grabbed his shorts up off the floor, and pulled them up over his hips, and his slightly chubbed up penis.
I smiled warmly at him, and pointed to the door, then watched as he crept out the door and snuck back across the driveway. I peeked out the window, and watched him as he snuck along the house, then quietly climb in through his own bedroom window.
Quickly, I got dressed, and headed outside to take care of my chores for the day. Mårten had told me I could take the day off, since I was going in to watch Bo practice, but, I kinda liked the work. And the Hansson's were so nice to me, it just made me feel good to help them out a little.
I hurried along, and had everything done in about an hour and a half. Mårten was overly pleased when he came out, and saw that everything was already done. Smiling, he told me to get cleaned up and go in for breakfast.
I went back to the barn and took a quick shower, and then went on over to the house. Anneli had breakfast ready for me, and as I sat down to eat, Bo came out of his bedroom and joined me at the table. He was wearing his snug, Lycra riding outfit, and the sight of him in it reminded me of the first time I had seen him.
Bo ate some cream cheese and peanut butter bagels, to give him some protein before his ride. I suggested a banana as well; thinking the extra potassium might help to keep him from cramping up again.
After we ate, we walked out to the barn and did a once over on his bike. Pumping the tires up properly, lubing the chain and such, and shortly after that, his friends from the cycling team rolled down the driveway to pick him up. It was Jan, who smiled slyly at me, the other boy Petter, and another kid, Steffan, who I hadn't met before.
The boys, once again were all wearing the same spandex riding uniforms, and once again I had to struggle not to look at the matching bulges protruding from the shorts of the Lycra clad boys.
"Steffan, this is Erik." Bo said, introducing the other boy. "Erik han kommer med oss idag." (Erik will come with us today.)
"Cool." Jan said, and he smiled at me. I shook hands with Steffan. He was fourteen, and kind of an average looking kid. He was lean, as most cyclists are; and he had kind of curly light brown hair. He was the only one of the boys who wasn't blond.
Bo pulled on his small day pack, and getting on the bikes, we rolled down the driveway. We talked together while we road at a casual pace toward town. Steffan and Petter would converse together in Swedish some of the time; nothing concerning me, it was just as natural for them to speak in Swedish as in English.
At one point, Jan dropped back alongside me. He smiled, and then looked over at Bo, who was riding on the other side of me. "It was fun at the lake yesterday, Ja?" Jan said.
"Yeah. That was a cool place." I agreed. Jan looked forward to make sure the other boys couldn't hear us.
"Det var kul att simma nakna med dig." He said quietly in Swedish, with a little smile. I looked at him questioningly, and then Bo laughed and translated.
"He said, it was fun to swim naked with you..." I looked over at Jan, who now seemed a bit embarrassed by what he had said. I smiled at him.
"Ja, det var häftigt... (Yes, it was cool...) I said, and grinned; finally getting to use one of the phrases I had learned. Jan looked at me, surprised; and then he laughed and slapped me on the shoulder.
The pace quickened just a bit; the boys wanting to get stretched out a little, before they got to practice. Still, we talked, and joked around while we rode. The boys all seemed like good friends, and typical boys. I noticed that with all the riding that we were doing lately, I was starting to really enjoy it again. As we neared town, Bo and I were riding alongside each other, and Jan pulled up to us again.
"Hey. I was thinking..." He said, "This afternoon, maybe if you guys want, you can come over for a swim, and a steam..." He looked at Bo and me, with raised eyebrows; hoping it sounded like a good idea. Bo looked at me and grinned.
"He has a pool, and sauna at his house." Bo explained. "It might be good fun, Ja?"
"Ja, stygaa kul..." (Yes, naughty fun.) Jan echoed. I looked at both of them, amused at their private little innuendo.
"We'll see." I said noncommittally; but actually, it did sound like it might be fun.
Finally we rode into town, and eventually came to a small bicycle shop there. It was a quaint little bike shop, simply called Örebro Cyklar, and they were the ones who sponsored, and coached the cycling team.
There were several people shopping there, and over a dozen other boys, ranging in age from twelve to twenty. All of them were members of the cycling team, and were training for the Criterium Race, which was the following weekend.
Behind the shop, there was an open area, and all the boys assembled there with their bikes. Bo introduced me to Greger, who was the owner of the shop, and one of the team coaches. He seemed like a nice guy, in his early thirties. He was happy to have me watch, and told me that Bo was becoming very good cyclist.
I stood in the back as Greger began his instructions to the boys. He spoke mostly in Swedish, so it was all 'Greek' to me, or was it just Swedish; I laughed at myself, thinking that was pretty clever of me.
Apparently Greger laid out the course for the boys, and was going to start them on some conditioning runs. He told me I could come along in the 'team' car, as he followed the boys up into the lower hills. He called out instructions to them from the window, urging them to push themselves.
At one point, as the boys were forming a 'pace line' up the gradient, Greger pulled even with Bo, and called out to him. "Come on Bo, show your friend what you've got. Set the pace..."
Bo nodded, and stood on his peddles, quickly moving forward to the front of the pack. He settled in up front, and churned out a surprisingly quick pace for the others to follow. It was clear he was trying to not only impress his coach, but impress me as well.
He set a fast tempo, and took an extra long turn at the front. "Ja, bra... Mycket imponerande Bo. Bra gjort." (Yes, good... Very impressive Bo. Well done.) Greger called out to him, then he smiled at me. "He'll be very good one day..."
I watched Bo as he pulled off from his stint at the front, and as he dropped back into the pace line, he glanced at me. I smiled broadly, and gave him a thumbs up. A pleased grin spread his lips, and I felt very happy for him.
After an hour and a half, the ride topped off at elevation, and the boys turned, and raced back to the bike shop. Some of the older boys, clapped Bo on the back. Telling him he was very strong on the ride today. He had done more than his share each time he led the pace line, even racing to the front during some of the decent.
Bo quietly took the praise, and was even a little embarrassed by it, but he felt good and was happy that I had been there to see it all. Jan came over to compliment him as well. "Good job. You worked hard." He beamed. "You may need a 'special' massage later, to keep things from, 'stiffening up', Ja?!" He smiled, and with no one looking but me, he reached down and 'tweaked' the bulge in Bo's spandex.
Bo told me that the boys still had another hour of specialized practice, designed specifically for the Criterium race. They rode around the course, while I sat and watched, paying special attention whenever Bo raced by. I began to think about the offer to go to Jan's, for some sauna and pool time.
The more I thought about it, the better is sounded. I watched Bo closely. The way he moved, and the sweet expressions on his face. I couldn't help but smile at how beautiful the young Swede was. Ya, some time in the sauna with him was sounding like a real good idea...
End of Part Four
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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 seventeen year old American boy. The story takes place in Orebro Sweden, roughly 120 miles west of Stockholm.
*In the last Chapter: Twelve year old Bo and his thirteen year old friend Jan, took their new friend Erik, the 17 year old from America, on a long, enjoyable bike ride into the Swedish countryside. The boys had planned to swim, and for the first time, Erik finally got to see the stunningly beautiful boy naked. They all had a great time, and seemed more than a bit 'interested' in each other. Later, at home, Erik left Bo in the house, and he went out to his bedroom in the barn to get cleaned up. He was standing in his shower, and we pick up the story from the last few paragraphs.......
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This had truly been a great day. The ride, the lake, all of it. And the best part; I had gotten to see Bo, naked in all his Swedish beauty. I was smitten with this youngster, and his innocent, tender nature.
I began to shampoo my hair, and with my eyes closed I thought I heard the faintest of sounds. It sounded vaguely like the shower door... And then I felt the warm touch of a soft hand on my back.
"You said, maybe next time, Ja? Well, this is next time." Bo said in his soft boyish voice. He stepped into me; the warmth of his bare chest pressed firmly to my back, as his arms wrapped around my torso. I shivered beneath his soft touch, and I could feel my boy part begin to stiffen...
My mind went totally blank. Awash in a bevy to thoughts, and none of them seemed to reach my brain. Reason was being smothered by the warm blanket of nakedness that had wrapped itself around me in the form of Bo's young body.
I could feel him, pressed against me. Tender and warm, and even now I wondered if I was 'reading' into this. He had talked about sauna's, and pools. He had talked about public bathhouses in Sweden, and how it wasn't uncommon for families to do these kind of things together.
Maybe that's all this was. Perhaps it was reading into it. Innocently showering together, simply sharing our new, comfortable friendship. My eyes were still closed as all these thoughts raced through my head in mere seconds.
I could feel Bo's soft hands, gently rubbing against my soapy chest, then up and down my ribs; tenderly washing me. I didn't dare open my eyes, for fear that this was merely a fantasy. A dream being played out in my own imaginative mind.
But if it was a dream, it was the most amazing dream I had ever had. Bo's hands slipped down my sides to my hips, softly lathering the flesh there. His hands moved in small circular motions, and then he moved his fingers forward, onto my upper thighs. I could still feel his soft, warm body cradled tenderly against my back, and I could feel that he was trembling nervously.
And then he touched me... His soapy fingers had drifted across my tight patch of brownish pubes, and they slid deliberately down onto my mostly limp boy tool. I could feel his body tense with anticipation, and mine did as well.
I stood there, unmoving. Caught between fear and delight. Wanting this so badly, yet frozen by fear of the ramifications. I was seventeen, Bo was nearly thirteen... How right, or wrong could this be? Bo was melting my resistance like ice on a warm summer's day.
With my heart pounding, I opened my eyes and turned in his arms to face him. We stood now, naked, facing each other with his arms still wrapped around my waist; his hands resting softly on my bum. As I gazed down into his sweet blue eyes; his expression was one of timid hopefulness.
The sensation of his warm, naked body pressed against mine made me shudder. I could feel his young penis growing erect between us, as it's tip pressed gently upward into my nut sac. I swallowed with great difficulty.
"We... We can't do this..." I breathed. But my words lacked conviction. My arms wrapped around him, and my eyes closed again as I held him to me. Bo's forehead was nestled against my cheek; and tenderly, no longer able to resist, I instinctively kissed it. My heart was thrumming in my chest, and I could feel Bo's heart racing in rhythm with mine.
"Bo... We can't....." I whispered softly, as I felt my boy part going stiff between us.
"Vänligen... Kan jag kyssa mig!" (Please... Can I kiss you!) Bo asked softly, a tremble in his young voice. He repeated it in English, and I felt powerless to resist this simple request. I tilted my head down toward him and our lips met wetly. The warm shower continued to rain down on us as our lips melted together. I pulled away for a moment, in a futile attempt to resist, but his lips reached for me, and we kissed again.
Seconds passed this time, and finally our lips came apart. But we hovered there, eyes closed, our noses touching; exchanging breath as our mouths lingered closely to one another.
'What the hell was happening here?' A thought that played somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind as Bo timidly reached for me again, and gently pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him again and his arms came up over my shoulders, and wrapped around my neck.
My hands were still gently caressing his wet, soap slickened back; with my fingers feeling his boyishly lean physique. My left hand drifted down the small of his back, and came to rest across the middle of his firm, well rounded butt cheeks. My fingers sliding lightly against his crease. I shivered again; the same mixture of fear and delight.
With the boy still clinging to my neck, I felt him push his groin into me. I lifted him, and Bo wrapped his legs around my hips, like he had done at the lake. Only this time he had a hard on, and his rigid boy pole pressed firmly into me; his smooth boy pouch settling against my pubic mound. My mostly erect length had slipped underneath, and rested warmly between his legs and up against his naked butt.
We simply held each other, the rush of nervous adrenalin coursing through both of us; and the warm water from the shower continued to spill across our naked bodies. This was naughty, and it certainly wasn't appropriate. But more than that, it was exhilarating, stimulating, and exciting. This was beyond my wildest of fantasies, and I was being drawn helplessly, and willingly into it...
Our lips met again, and we lingered for a long moment, until my lips slid around to kiss the soft skin of his neck, just below his ear. I heard the boy sigh with pleasure, and his warm breath tickled my skin.
"Bo..." I breathed, "We have to... To stop." My lips uttered the words, but neither of us seemed to have heard. The boy sought out my mouth, and then kissed me again. His young lips parted, and I felt his warm tongue innocently searching for an opening. 'We can't do this.' I thought; but my lips parted to accept his tongue and the exchange of wet heated breath.
Bo was wiggling his hips lightly against me, and I could hear and feel the little grunts of pleasure coming from him, as our mouths were still coupled as one. My hand was still cupped under his firm bottom, holding him to me; and suddenly I could feel his young butt cheeks go taut. His breathing, and his moaning had intensified, as did the rocking of his youthful hips.
"Bo, please... We have to s...." But my words were lost as he moaned loudly and went rigid against me... I could feel his young erection pulse repeatedly against my abdomen, and then the warm flood of his immature boy sauce as it squirted between us.
Time stood still. All light, and sound seemed to disappear into the abyss of space. There was a moment there where nothing existed. The sound of the shower, our breathing, and Bo's low moans were absorbed into silence. Light didn't exist behind my tightly clenched eyelids. And then....
Everything exploded back into life... My cock, still snugly between Bo's legs, against his butt, exploded into a monumental orgasm. Pulse after sticky pulse ejected from my hot, teenage member. It squirted under his young butt, and splattered against the frosted glass of the shower door.
"Uhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhh..... Oh shiii..." My moans and grunts of pleasure filled the air with sound, until I had nothing left. I stood trembling, my strength so drained that I had to lower Bo to stand on his own in the shower. When we pulled apart, a long sticky thread of his clearish boy seed clung between us. Connecting us.
Bo looked up at me and our eyes met. We both managed a timid, if not awkward smile, and I lowered my forehead to his and rested it there. We stood for a minute, trying to regain our lost breath, and our senses.
"Knulla. Det var häftigt..." (Fuck. That was cool.) Bo finally breathed. I didn't have the energy to ask him what he had said. "So cool..." he repeated part of it.
Somewhat recovered, but shaking with nervous excitement, all I could think to do was to finish the shower. I took the soap and began washing down Bo's backside, gently scrubbing his soft beautiful skin.
Bo stood comfortably and seemed to enjoy the sensual touch. He noticed the shower door, and with a curious smile, he reached out and ran his fingers through the sticky spatters of my sperm that still clung to the frosted glass. He looked back and eyed me with an intriguing grin.
We finished bathing each other, and we stepped out from the shower. I padded barefoot and dripping into the bedroom to grab towels for us, and we began to dry ourselves off. When he had finished drying himself, Bo wrapped the white towel snuggly around his lean waist; and as I stood drying my hair, I could only stare, and admire his stunning boyish figure. I still hadn't actually seen his young erection, as it had been pressed firmly between us during the exchange...
"Erik..." Bo said quietly.
"Hmm?"
"Det var så häftigt. Tack..." (That was so cool. Thanks.) He said, then stepped forward to give me a gentle hug. Almost shaking, I put my arms around him to return his soft embrace.
"It's almost six. You better go back inside the house and get dressed, before your grandparents get back." I told him. Bo looked up at me and smiled softly, then he turned and hurried out through the barn and back to the main house.
I sat on my bed, bewildered by what had just happened. I didn't know how I felt about it. It was, by far the most erotic and amazing experience I had ever had. Even though, in truth we really didn't do much of anything. Back home, I had messed around heavily with a girlfriend or two, though I am still a virgin.
Going through puberty, and even recently some of my guy friends and I messed around with each other, and even traded blowjobs and stuff, a time or two; but nothing even compared to this in it's intensity.
I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. A shiver ran though me, as I though about Bo. I could almost feel the warmth of his soft, smooth skin against me. I could feel his young erection pressing into me and... And suddenly I thought about me being seventeen. And Bo; he was still a boy.
My eyes felt a bit heavy, and I closed them again for a moment just to rest. I didn't realize I was so spent from all the days events, and I never even felt myself drifting off as I fell asleep.
* * * * * * *
I woke up some time later to someone knocking on the bedroom door. I raised up, a bit groggy, and sat on the bed. I still had the towel wrapped around me from before, and my hair, which had been damp when I fell asleep, was in a dried mess now.
I got up and shuffled to the door, expecting to see Bo standing there as I pulled it open. But it was his grandfather, Mårten. Standing there, wrapped in my towel and my hair all askew, he eyed me with a curious smile.
"Hej. (Hi.) I just came out to get you. Anneli has dinner almost ready in the house." Mårten smiled at my appearance, with a little wink. "I told you the boy wouldn't leave you alone. He must have worn you out today."
"Huh..?" I was confused, and suddenly felt guilty. Surely Bo didn't tell him about the shower and stuff... "I, ah... Ya, let me get dressed and I'll be right in."
"Ja. Don't be long." Mårten smiled, as he headed back outside. Quickly I stripped off the towel and pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, before going into the bathroom. I scooped up some water from the sink, and ran my fingers through my hair to wet it; and then struggled for a moment trying to comb it into something passable.
When I had finished, I quickly made my way over to the house, and in through the side door to the kitchen, where I slid in at the table across from Bo. He looked up at me with a shy, embarrassed grin.
"Hi Erik." he said happily, then he smiled mischievously at me.
"Hey." I nodded back to him, still feeling kind of sleepy, if not a bit uncomfortable.
"Morfar (Grandpa) says you were taking a rest. Did I 'drain' all your energy?" Bo teased knowingly, thinking he was being clever. I shot him a reproachful look, and shook my head at him so he would leave it alone.
Anneli brought dinner to the table, and we all settled in and began to eat. Bo kept looking over at me, and he would grin anytime we made eye contact.
"So, did you boys have fun today?" Anneli asked.
"Great fun, Mormor..." Bo said, and he looked at me again with a sly grin. Suddenly, beneath the table, Bo had lifted his bare foot and he touched his toes playfully into my crotch. I jumped a bit at the contact.
"Oh... Are you alright dear." Anneli said as she looked over at me.
"Yeah, I... I uh... Just started to get a cramp, is all. From the long bike ride today." I managed; and then gave Bo a look. He was sniggering quietly to himself. The rest of the meal was uneventful, and we shared some nice conversation and a laugh or two.
When dinner was over, I helped clear the table and put everything away for Mrs. Hansson. Finally I told Bo I needed to talk with him, outside. He raised his eyebrows questioningly; but I just pointed to the door and we went outside and walked up the driveway, where we sat on the fence.
"Dude, you can't do stuff like that." I said firmly to Bo.
"Like, what stuff?" The boy replied. But he knew full well what I meant.
"Bo I'm serious. If they ever found out about that shit, well... I'd be in big trouble." I said sternly. The smile faded from his face. "Geeze dude... I'm seventeen, and you're not even thirteen. It's like, not even legal." Bo looked over at me.
"Didn't you like what we did?" he asked seriously.
"That's not the point Bo. People don't like adults taking advantage of kids." Bo looked at me with a sour look on his face.
"Lyssna," (Listen) Bo said, a touch of annoyance in his voice, "First, you didn't do anything. I started it, I wanted to do it. And... And you're not an adult! You're a boy just like me. A little older maybe, Ja, but a boy just the same." There was a little tremble in his voice, and Bo hopped off the fence and started walking.
My head dropped to my chest. I hadn't meant it to sound like that. Hopping off the fence I followed him out toward the road.
"Bo..." I called out. But he kept walking. I quickened my pace to catch up with him. When I got alongside, I could see a small tear roll down his cheek. It broke my heart to see that I'd hurt his feelings.
"Bo, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that." I put my hand on his shoulder and stopped him, then turned him to face me. "Bo. That was awesome, what we did... I'm just, afraid is all. You're right, I guess in a lot of respects I am still a boy. It's just... Well there's an age difference here that most people wouldn't understand." I reached out and wiped the tear from his cheek.
"Why do older people think they're the only ones who know anything?" Bo asked. He hopped over the little ditch beside the road, and sat down in the grass near the fence. I jumped over and sat down alongside him.
I glanced back toward the farm house, but we were too far out to be seen; so I reached over and took Bo's hand into mine and we sat there quietly for a little while.
"Bo, I'm just scared is all. I don't know if you really understand. We're getting really close to each other, and I'm not sure what it all means... Besides, a month from now, when I have to go home... Well, it's really gonna hurt, you know."
"That's dumb." Bo said, looking at me. "So, because it might hurt when you leave, you want to miss out, and not have anything at all..?"
"It's just... Well, complicated." I said. Bo looked at me sternly, and let go of my hand.
"No, it isn't." Bo said. "Det är så dumt... (That's so stupid.) Last summer, the guys who run the cycling team, they arranged a trip for the boys on the team, and other young cyclists. They were going to go for seven days to France. So we could all see the Tour de France for real. To actually see what cycling really is; and see the best riders in the world." He looked directly at me.
"Each boy had to pay his share to go. My fader (father) didn't let me go. He said it was a lot of money, and that after the trip was over, the money would be gone and there would be nothing to show for it." Bo sighed deeply.
"So I missed out, and had nothing... All the boys who went, even though it was over, and the money was gone... Well, they had something to show for it. They had the best time ever, and something they would always remember, and have forever..." Bo sighed sadly, then looked at me again. "Erik, I don't want to miss out with you. Jag älskar dig, Erik." (I love you.)
Bo leaned over and gently kissed me on the cheek, then he got up and ran back to the farmhouse. I sat there, feeling foolish. Bo was right; why do older people think they're the only ones who know anything?
I got slowly to my feet, and brushing the grass off my backside, I turned and walked back into the barn. Lying on my bed, I spent some time thinking, and sending a few emails to my family and friends back home with my iPhone. Then an idea came to me, and I used the browser to go onto my eBay account and look around. It took awhile, but when I found what I was looking for, and I bought it.
I smiled to myself, knowing that it would be pretty cool when they sent it to me. I put in the Hansson's address, with a note to the seller, asking him to send it here. There was a soft knock at the door then, so I put my phone down, and hopped up to answer it. Anneli had come out, and invited me to come into the house for some homemade pie and ice cream. I loved that idea, so I went back to the house with her.
"Sit, sit..." Anneli said, as she took the ice cream from the freezer. "Bo," she called, "Bo come have some dessert honey." She began dishing up the pie. Bo was back in his bedroom, and apparently didn't hear her.
"I'll get him." I said, getting up from the table. I walked past the living room, where Mårten was sitting in his chair watching TV. I knocked softly, and opened the bedroom door slightly. Bo was lying there on his bed with his shirt off looking through a bicycling magazine, and he looked over at me when I came in.
"You mad at me..?" I asked softly. He shook his head, no. I walked over and stood by him, then sat on the edge of his bed as he looked at me.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly. "I don't want to miss out with you either... I'm just scared." A small smile spread across his face, and he sat up and hugged me.
We walked back into the kitchen and enjoyed Mrs. Hansson's homemade blackberry pie. It was awesome, and we all talked for a long while, as Bo and I both had second helpings. When we had finished, I said my goodnights to everyone and headed back out to my bedroom in the barn.
I stripped down, still a bit tired from the long day, and with a yawn, I crawled into bed. Tomorrow was Saturday, and Bo had wanted me to come and watch him train with the cycling team; so I would have to get up early then, to do the few things that Mårten needed done around the farm.
Sometime later, just as I was beginning to doze off, I heard the faint sound of my door as it creaked open. Raising my head I peered through the semi darkness to see who it was, and I could just make out the slender figure, and blond hair of Bo. He padded softly over to my bed where he stood for a moment, and then he stooped and slid his shorts down his legs.
Naked, and without saying a word he slipped in under the covers and scooted up next to me. With his back spooned in tightly against my body, he reached over and took hold of my wrist, and pulled my arm comfortably around him.
The tender smoothness of his young body felt like warm silk on my skin. I drew my knees up a bit, so that my legs cradled his. We fit so nicely together; snug, warm, comfortable. In moments I heard his breathing soften. Bo had fallen asleep, and now his gentle breathing was nothing more than a comforting, white noise. My eyes drooped, and I softly kissed the back of his blond head before falling asleep.
It seemed like no time at all, till I heard the chimes of my alarm going off. I reached out and grabbed my iPhone to shut off the 'wake up reminder.' There was early morning light filtering into the room through the window now, and I looked at Bo. We hadn't moved all night, and we were still snuggled closely together the same way we had fallen asleep.
His warm bare bottom was nestled in tightly to my boy parts, which surprisingly had remained flaccid. I softly brushed my finger on Bo's ear, and he stirred, rolling from his side onto his back. The covers were pulled down a little, exposing most his smooth tanned chest. I couldn't help but smile at the sight; and without thinking, I placed the tip of my finger on his little pebble of a nipple. I moved it in slow, gentle circles and watched as his skin turned to Goosebumps under my touch..
I rested my hand flat on his chest, softly moving it around his silky skin. He felt so wonderful to me. I rubbed him gently now, wanting Bo to wake up. He needed to get back inside before someone noticed.
He stirred just a bit, starting to waken, but still sleeping lightly. I slid my hand down under the covers, across his belly, and I softly traced his belly button with my middle finger.
I noticed him smile slightly, but he kept his eyes closed; obviously he was enjoying the gentle rubbing, but trying to pretend he was still asleep. With a smile of my own, I slid my hand down a bit further, till my fingers brushed across his tiny bit of fine downy pubes. There was more skin than hair, but it was soft, sensual, and inviting to the touch.
Bo giggled then, and the game was up. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Don't stop..." He pleaded, as I pulled my hand out from under the sheets.
"Good morning..." I whispered. "You have to go inside now. I'm gonna get up and do some chores for your grandpa."
"I can help, ja?" Bo suggested.
"Nope. You have to ride today. You need to save your energy. Go in and sleep for a little while, ok." Reluctantly, Bo pulled himself up and out of my bed. He grabbed his shorts up off the floor, and pulled them up over his hips, and his slightly chubbed up penis.
I smiled warmly at him, and pointed to the door, then watched as he crept out the door and snuck back across the driveway. I peeked out the window, and watched him as he snuck along the house, then quietly climb in through his own bedroom window.
Quickly, I got dressed, and headed outside to take care of my chores for the day. Mårten had told me I could take the day off, since I was going in to watch Bo practice, but, I kinda liked the work. And the Hansson's were so nice to me, it just made me feel good to help them out a little.
I hurried along, and had everything done in about an hour and a half. Mårten was overly pleased when he came out, and saw that everything was already done. Smiling, he told me to get cleaned up and go in for breakfast.
I went back to the barn and took a quick shower, and then went on over to the house. Anneli had breakfast ready for me, and as I sat down to eat, Bo came out of his bedroom and joined me at the table. He was wearing his snug, Lycra riding outfit, and the sight of him in it reminded me of the first time I had seen him.
Bo ate some cream cheese and peanut butter bagels, to give him some protein before his ride. I suggested a banana as well; thinking the extra potassium might help to keep him from cramping up again.
After we ate, we walked out to the barn and did a once over on his bike. Pumping the tires up properly, lubing the chain and such, and shortly after that, his friends from the cycling team rolled down the driveway to pick him up. It was Jan, who smiled slyly at me, the other boy Petter, and another kid, Steffan, who I hadn't met before.
The boys, once again were all wearing the same spandex riding uniforms, and once again I had to struggle not to look at the matching bulges protruding from the shorts of the Lycra clad boys.
"Steffan, this is Erik." Bo said, introducing the other boy. "Erik han kommer med oss idag." (Erik will come with us today.)
"Cool." Jan said, and he smiled at me. I shook hands with Steffan. He was fourteen, and kind of an average looking kid. He was lean, as most cyclists are; and he had kind of curly light brown hair. He was the only one of the boys who wasn't blond.
Bo pulled on his small day pack, and getting on the bikes, we rolled down the driveway. We talked together while we road at a casual pace toward town. Steffan and Petter would converse together in Swedish some of the time; nothing concerning me, it was just as natural for them to speak in Swedish as in English.
At one point, Jan dropped back alongside me. He smiled, and then looked over at Bo, who was riding on the other side of me. "It was fun at the lake yesterday, Ja?" Jan said.
"Yeah. That was a cool place." I agreed. Jan looked forward to make sure the other boys couldn't hear us.
"Det var kul att simma nakna med dig." He said quietly in Swedish, with a little smile. I looked at him questioningly, and then Bo laughed and translated.
"He said, it was fun to swim naked with you..." I looked over at Jan, who now seemed a bit embarrassed by what he had said. I smiled at him.
"Ja, det var häftigt... (Yes, it was cool...) I said, and grinned; finally getting to use one of the phrases I had learned. Jan looked at me, surprised; and then he laughed and slapped me on the shoulder.
The pace quickened just a bit; the boys wanting to get stretched out a little, before they got to practice. Still, we talked, and joked around while we rode. The boys all seemed like good friends, and typical boys. I noticed that with all the riding that we were doing lately, I was starting to really enjoy it again. As we neared town, Bo and I were riding alongside each other, and Jan pulled up to us again.
"Hey. I was thinking..." He said, "This afternoon, maybe if you guys want, you can come over for a swim, and a steam..." He looked at Bo and me, with raised eyebrows; hoping it sounded like a good idea. Bo looked at me and grinned.
"He has a pool, and sauna at his house." Bo explained. "It might be good fun, Ja?"
"Ja, stygaa kul..." (Yes, naughty fun.) Jan echoed. I looked at both of them, amused at their private little innuendo.
"We'll see." I said noncommittally; but actually, it did sound like it might be fun.
Finally we rode into town, and eventually came to a small bicycle shop there. It was a quaint little bike shop, simply called Örebro Cyklar, and they were the ones who sponsored, and coached the cycling team.
There were several people shopping there, and over a dozen other boys, ranging in age from twelve to twenty. All of them were members of the cycling team, and were training for the Criterium Race, which was the following weekend.
Behind the shop, there was an open area, and all the boys assembled there with their bikes. Bo introduced me to Greger, who was the owner of the shop, and one of the team coaches. He seemed like a nice guy, in his early thirties. He was happy to have me watch, and told me that Bo was becoming very good cyclist.
I stood in the back as Greger began his instructions to the boys. He spoke mostly in Swedish, so it was all 'Greek' to me, or was it just Swedish; I laughed at myself, thinking that was pretty clever of me.
Apparently Greger laid out the course for the boys, and was going to start them on some conditioning runs. He told me I could come along in the 'team' car, as he followed the boys up into the lower hills. He called out instructions to them from the window, urging them to push themselves.
At one point, as the boys were forming a 'pace line' up the gradient, Greger pulled even with Bo, and called out to him. "Come on Bo, show your friend what you've got. Set the pace..."
Bo nodded, and stood on his peddles, quickly moving forward to the front of the pack. He settled in up front, and churned out a surprisingly quick pace for the others to follow. It was clear he was trying to not only impress his coach, but impress me as well.
He set a fast tempo, and took an extra long turn at the front. "Ja, bra... Mycket imponerande Bo. Bra gjort." (Yes, good... Very impressive Bo. Well done.) Greger called out to him, then he smiled at me. "He'll be very good one day..."
I watched Bo as he pulled off from his stint at the front, and as he dropped back into the pace line, he glanced at me. I smiled broadly, and gave him a thumbs up. A pleased grin spread his lips, and I felt very happy for him.
After an hour and a half, the ride topped off at elevation, and the boys turned, and raced back to the bike shop. Some of the older boys, clapped Bo on the back. Telling him he was very strong on the ride today. He had done more than his share each time he led the pace line, even racing to the front during some of the decent.
Bo quietly took the praise, and was even a little embarrassed by it, but he felt good and was happy that I had been there to see it all. Jan came over to compliment him as well. "Good job. You worked hard." He beamed. "You may need a 'special' massage later, to keep things from, 'stiffening up', Ja?!" He smiled, and with no one looking but me, he reached down and 'tweaked' the bulge in Bo's spandex.
Bo told me that the boys still had another hour of specialized practice, designed specifically for the Criterium race. They rode around the course, while I sat and watched, paying special attention whenever Bo raced by. I began to think about the offer to go to Jan's, for some sauna and pool time.
The more I thought about it, the better is sounded. I watched Bo closely. The way he moved, and the sweet expressions on his face. I couldn't help but smile at how beautiful the young Swede was. Ya, some time in the sauna with him was sounding like a real good idea...
End of Part Four
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