About a Boy

The Boy From Sweden
(Pojken från Sverige)

Chapters 9-14

Chapter Nine
Knulla mig Erik!

In the last Chapter: Jan had spent the night with his friend Bo, with their older friend Erik watching over them. Their plan of course was to have Erik teach them some of the finer points of sex. The boys indeed learned a great deal about 'BJ's, and erotic stimulation. When Jan went home, Erik had a special gift for the young Swedish boy.

That evening, Anneli (Bo's Grandma) prepared a fantastic dinner for us. She wanted to thank me for taking care of Bo for the two days that they had been gone. In my mind though, I had already been heartily rewarded for that; with all the fun we had. Still, it was a great meal; and we shared some wonderful conversation. Later in the evening they talked me into playing a board game with them; not really my thing, but I have to admit I did have fun playing. Bo was a joy for me to watch. His boyish animation, and his sweet smile were simply exciting to me. He always finds the joy in things, and his youthful laugh just makes me feel, well, happy. We played for a long while, until it was time to turn in; and then it took a good deal of convincing to get Bo to change out of his new Cervelo riding outfit. He certainly would have gone to sleep wearing it if he could. I went back to his bedroom with him to say goodnight, and actually helped him out of the Latex riding outfit. He smiled at me as I slid the bib shorts off, leaving him naked. Bo crawled into his bed without putting any underwear on, and as I reached out to pull up his covers, he playfully grabbed my hand and placed it on his exposed genitals.

The tender warmth of his soft boy parts made me shiver with lust, and I couldn't resist rubbing my fingers over his boy bits for a moment. He closed his eyes with a soft sigh.

"Thanks again for the riding outfit Erik," he whispered softly.

"Welcome. Glad you liked it," I replied. Bo looked at me and smiled, and I could feel his young soft rod start to stiffen in my fingers. With a little grin, I squeezed once, and letting him go, I pulled his covers up; then stooped in close for a soft little kiss.

"Night…" he breathed.

"See you in the morning buddy," I smiled and headed for the door.

"Luv you Erik…" Bo whispered.

"Me too," I smiled as I shut off his light, and quietly closed the door.

I walked out toward the living room where Bodil and Anneli were relaxing on the couch with the TV on. "Erik…" Bodil said. "Thanks so much for taking care of all the chores. And of course for watching Bo."

"No problem," I smiled. "Guess I'll hit the sack as well…"

"Goodnight Erik," Anneli smiled. I waved and headed back out to the barn, and my room there. It had been a long day, and I quickly stripped out of my clothes and crawled into my own warm bed. I lay there for awhile with my hands tucked up behind my head, as I relived the day and thought about young Bo. I did love that kid. In my seventeen years, all my sexual activity before this, was about getting my rocks off. It was fun, and exciting, and as I thought about it; seemed to be all about me. But laying there, I realized that with Bo, it was different. I wanted to make him happy. It was more about what he was feeling, than what I was. With that pleasant realization, I drifted off to a good nights slumber.

I woke the next morning to sounds outside the barn. When I peeked out my window, I saw Bodil out in the nearby field starting some of the daily chores. Quickly I got dressed, and headed out to meet him there.

"Sorry…" I said sleepily. "Guess I overslept this morning."

"No worries. I wanted you to take a few days off anyway," Bodil smiled.

"You did all the chores for me the last two days; you deserve a reward for that."

"Ah, well… I appreciate that, but it's all good. I'll get the irrigation started and we'll be done in no time," I told him. With that we worked at getting things done; and quickly everything was wrapped up for the morning, and we headed back to the barn.

"Get cleaned up, and come in for breakfast," Bodil said, as he headed for the house. I went into my room and stripped off my sweaty clothes, then hopped into my shower for a quick wash. Slipping on some shorts and a shirt, I went across the driveway to the house and into the kitchen.

There was a fantastic smell filling the air; and as I sat down, Anneli set a plate of hot, freshly baked Cinnamon Buns on the table. "Ohh… Man that smells soooo good," I complimented, as I breathed it in. Anneli smiled.

"Help yourself," she offered. I didn't have to be asked twice, and I snagged one of them as she brought me a plate. Bo came to the table then, fresh from his morning shower, and already wearing his Cervelo cycling outfit. His long blond hair was still damp; and he had it pushed back behind his ears. It was a different look for him, and he looked so cute. I smiled and thought to myself; this kid could paint himself purple, and he'd still look good.

"God Morgan Erik, (Good Morning)" Bo smiled.

"Morning sunshine…" I beamed back. Bo slid into the seat along side of me, then playfully took the Cinnamon bun off of my plate, instead of grabbing another one for himself. He grinned at my look of protest, and bit into the warm pastry.

"Mmm, these are good Mormor." He smiled again at me, as I reached to take a new one and put it on my plate. Taking another bite, Bo looked at me, then put the half eaten one back on my plate, and took the fresh one for himself. I had to grin at the boyish look of innocence on his face, and Bo giggled delightedly.

With youthful playfulness, he reached out teasingly and held the Cinnamon Bun out toward my mouth; for me to take a bite. He pulled it away of course, as I leaned in for it; and he giggled again, then set it down on my plate. He looked at his fingers, which were covered with the sticky frosting. I glanced to be sure Anneli wasn't looking; then I took hold of Bo's hand, and leaning in a bit, I took his finger into my mouth, and suggestively sucked the frosting off of it. Bo's surprised look was worth the effort. He quickly shot a glance at his grandmother to be sure she didn't see. He looked back at me with a sly grin, as I sucked his middle finger into my mouth, sliding it in and out in a seductive manner. Bo almost choked on his laughter.

"Mmm, you're right. This is really good," I said with a little double entendre that only Bo and I picked up on. He gave me a little smirk, and as I peeked down below the table, I noticed the bulge in his spandex appeared to be swelling just a bit.

When we had finished eating, Bo mentioned that he needed to do some training on the bicycle today. He asked if I would help him; which of course I was certainly more than happy to do. Anneli made up some snacks for us to pack along, and within a half an hour we pulled the bikes out of the barn. I had changed into the riding shorts which Bo had given me, and we filled up the water bottles with Gatorade. Finally donning two small day packs, we rode out toward the highway.

"I need to really work hard today Erik," Bo told me. "You need to push me, Ja?" So we set out, and after a brief warm up period we quickly picked up the pace. I remembered some training techniques, from working at the bike shop, and I challenged Bo with them. As we rode along, heading up into the hills, we would ride hard, all out sprints for thirty seconds, then drop to a high cadence pace for a around a minute. Then I forced the sprint again. Over and over we did this, and Bo never complained; though I knew his legs were hurting, and our lungs were burning at times with the effort.

"Det är bra… (This is good)" Bo breathed hard. "Keep pushing me Erik," And I did. I made him shift into the big chain ring, even though we were going uphill; and with great difficulty he pushed onward without complaint for over an hour.

Finally we reached the plateau, where the climb leveled out. I was pretty well spent, but I knew this is where the training really gets results. With both of us dripping sweat, I looked Bo in the eyes and challenged him again.

"Come on…" I said sternly. "This is make or break time," I stood from the saddle, and started pounding forward; peddling with everything I had. "Come on… Catch me…" I yelled back at him as I pulled away. Bo responded instantly; though his face showed the pain, he gritted it out and stood on his peddles furiously in pursuit. I'll be honest, I was hurting. I had never pushed myself that hard before; but we raced along the twisting road at a very quick pace. Bo had long since caught me, but we pushed on for several kilometers, drafting one another. After a long while, I called out to him to pull up. He looked back at me under his arm in full race form, and pulled away. I had cracked; the bike racing term for 'bonking'. Bo sat up on the saddle, and raised his hands in the air; celebrating his victory.

We slowed then (thank god), and rode on at a casual cool down pace. Both of us were soaked with sweat; our legs felt like rubber, but Bo was happy. He knew that he had trained very hard today, and would certainly see some positive results come from it. Turning onto the other highway, we eventually came to the lake and rode its perimeter. Finally we came to a familiar spot. This was the place Bo and Jan had taken me on that first ride, where we ended up skinny dipping. Bo looked at me with a sly smile. Was it fortuitous, or by design that we ended up here? Turning off the road, we made our way down the short trail and got off the bikes; setting them in the wild grass. Bo and I walked to the same spot we had been before, and we slipped off the day packs and dropped them there on the ground.

"Shall we take a swim?" I suggested, knowing full well that's what we were going to do.

"Ja. I'm all yucky with sweat," Bo answered, as he began carefully pulling off his riding jersey. Kicking out of shoes and socks, we stripped ourselves naked, and walked to the edge of the lake.

"Thanks for helping me train Erik," Bo said sincerely, as he stepped in close for a hug.

"Mm, you're welcome bud," I replied. "And thank you…"

"Huh…? For what?" Bo looked confused.

"For eating my Cinnamon Bun this morning you butthead…" And with a laugh, I picked Bo up and tossed him playfully into the lake. Bo surfaced, laughing gleefully as he splashed the cool water back at me. I took several quick steps and dove past him.

We splashed each other, and wrestled around for a moment until Bo popped up from the water directly in front of me. The glistening water washed his hair back around his head, and gleamed in the sunlight as it rolled, and dripped down his beautiful face. I stared at him, mesmerized by his young beauty and dazzling smile. I hooked my arm around his waist and pulled him into me; then cupped my other hand behind his head, and leaning in, I smothered his lips with my own. Bo's arms wrapped tightly around me, as our tongues wetly searched each others mouths. Even standing in the cool water of the lake, I could feel the warmth of his naked skin pressed against me; tantalizing… Stimulating me. We both moaned into each others mouths, hungrily sucking the others tongue, as though we couldn't get enough. I leaned my body back just a bit, lifting Bo's feet from the lake bottom. He wrapped his long, lean legs around my hips, locking his feet together behind me. I moved my hand down from his waist, across the supple curves of his firm, well rounded boyish ass, and found his crease. I began rubbing into his depths, and then softly inserted my middle finger up into him.

"Mmm…" he breathed into my mouth as I gently continued to finger his boy hole. Our rigid tools pressing enticingly against one another.

After several minutes, I turned and as best I could, moved us toward the shore. I carried him, still embraced together until we reached the edge; where reluctantly Bo finally had to stand. We walked up to where we had laid our packs, and opening them, Bo pulled out a small thin blanket, which we spread out in the grass. Bo stood there in all his glory. His young cock, still dripping wet, and standing up firmly against his tummy. He took my hand, and lying down, he pulled me down next to him. Bo smiled tenderly at me, and began kissing, and licking his way down my torso. He was filled with youthful enthusiasm as he meandered downward. His tongue traced the muscles of my abdomen, which defined my adolescent six pack. I shivered as he exhaled soft breath against my skin.

Bo reached my tight pubes, and looking up at me with a playful grin, he began grazing there, nibbling and nuzzling into me. "Åh, vad är detta? (Oh, what is this?)" He grinned, as he reached my erect penis.

"Är det en majskolv? (Is it corn on the cob?)" He chuckled, as he began tenderly chewing at it, as if eating an ear of corn.

"Stop it…" I laughed, as his gentle teething tickled my teenage member. Bo glanced up at me with a broad grin. Then he moved and licked my nut sac.

"Åh, valnötter! (Oh, walnuts!)" He grinned, as he juggled them lightly in his fingers.

"You little goofball…" I laughed, and reached down to grab him. I hauled him up my body, and rolled over so he was underneath me. He squirmed and laughed as I tickled him lightly. I pulled up from him, kneeling between his legs; then I reached down and grabbed his ankles in my hands. Smiling, I raised his knees up to his chest and spread them to the outside, so his upraised and spread buttocks hovered above my thighs.

"Hmm… What's this?" I toyed with him as I pulled his firm boy tool away from his belly. "Looks like a banana, or something… Hmm, lets peel it and find out," With my fingers I slid his foreskin down off his glans, exposing his plum tip. Bo giggled happily.

"I don't know of any bananas that look like that…" I teased. "I better try some of it…" I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his boyhood into my mouth; sucking and tasting it. "Nope… That's not a banana…" I grinned, as I popped him out of my mouth. Bo stuck his tongue out at me, then laughed. I gave him a questioning look, as I moved in closely toward his testicles. "And look at these strange things…" I said, as I fingered his scrotum. "A sack of marbles maybe…? No, too small for that… Maybe they're peanut M&Ms" I teased. Bo just laughed, and wiggled his butt at me.

"Well then; what's this…? A secret opening?" I asked, as I rubbed my finger tip over his wrinkled pink grommet. Bo was still wet, and fresh from the lake, so I leaned in and tickled his orifice with my tongue. The boy quivered, and cooed under the moist, warm probing. There was no odd smell, no taste; just fresh, erotic boy. I toyed with his tender grommet, as he continued to squirm, and moan excitedly under my touch.

After a long while, the playful exchange went from youthful playing around, to sexually charged desire. I lay down on top of Bo, and we engulfed each other. Wrapping each other up, we squirmed, and rolled about, exchanging copious amounts of oral fluids. Limbs wrapped this way and that, as we twisted around each other. Bo on top of me, then me on top of him. Our bodies exchanged moist warmth as we ground, and groped against each other. My fingers cupped into the fold of his butt cheeks, and I could feel his internal heat radiating from his anus. We twisted yet again, as if trying to absorb one another. Slippery precum drooled from both of us, and we savored it on our tongues, each time we wriggled close enough to suckle at the tap.

"Knulla mig Erik… (Fuck me Erik.)" Bo breathed as he stuck his tongue into my mouth. "Jag vill att du I mig, (I want you in me.)" — "Please Erik… Do it with me…" Bo pleaded. I pulled back and looked him deeply in the eyes for a long moment. We smiled at each other, and Bo drew his knees up again into his chest, spreading them invitingly. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked honestly.

"Yes please…" Bo replied, and he wiggled his hips almost impatiently. I smiled at him, and on my knees, I nestled in closely to his warm bottom. Reaching down, I grabbed my length, and rubbed my dripping precum over his opening. Bo smiled up at me, and nodded. I was trembling, and nervous. Scared and delighted in the same moment. For me, I genuinely wanted to make love to this boy. It wasn't about sex. It was about connecting intimately with Bo; to be closer to him; this boy I felt love for. Gently, I pressed my leaking tip against his pink pucker. I felt it spread him, as his tight ring wrapped around the tip of my glans.

"More…" he breathed, and he seemed to push up against me.

I felt the head of my dick pop up inside him, as his anus clamped around the ridge of my stiff glans. Bo seemed to wince just a bit; and I was panicked a little, not wanting to hurt him. I looked into his eyes again, questioningly. He smiled so softly at me; and I could actually feel his inner ring relax around my pole, to accept my entry. Still shaking, I pressed forward; tenderly sliding my shaft further into him. He moaned slightly, and somehow I knew it was a pleasurable expression. Bo's feet rested softly on top of my shoulders; my hands were holding the underside of his thighs and I steadied myself as I leaned into him. I could feel the heat of his insides encasing my shaft. I was the one who moaned out loud this time. My god the feeling was so overpowering and incredible. "Mmmm…" We both seemed to moan at the same time; the strange foreign language of this most intimate mating ritual. I could feel myself sinking into him, and I closed my eyes to further appreciate the tactile sensations that gripped my penis and drew me in. Finally, my pubic mound nestled in tightly against him, as I quite literally bottomed out.

Bo's young testicles were softly, and sensually pressing into my pubes. Both of us felt it when my dick twitched inside of him, and our eyes met again. I held myself there for a moment, and leaned down to kiss Bo's soft lips; settling my weight against him.

"Mmm…" Bo moaned as he wiggled slightly. "Do it Erik… Hump me please…" he sighed. Slowly I pulled my hips back, drawing my length out of him. He sighed again with erotic pleasure that I couldn't imagine.

"Hump me…" He begged. I rolled my hips forward, then back; slowly pumping within him. His mouth opened in a long slow sigh of enjoyment. "Ohh… Ohhhh…" I began to quicken my pace to his pleasure. My thrusts were erratic in depth and rhythm, but Bo seemed to truly enjoy every throbbing push .

"Mmm, mmm, mmm…" He chanted with my inward thrusts. My balls bouncing playfully against his warm bottom. I closed my eyes and moaned along with him as the sensations sparked and jolted within me.

"Ohh… Oh god…," Hump after hump, in an out; thrusting deeply into him. I changed pace slightly, and wriggled a bit. "Ohh, oh ya…," Bo mumbled through frenzied breathing.

I pulled my right hand away from his thigh, and grasped his ankle; holding his leg out to the side. The new position created a different leverage, and turned my boy sausage slightly inside of him. "Ohhhh… Ohooo…" Bo moaned with pleasure as I bounced into his sweet spot. I was beginning to feel myself climb toward orgasm. It felt like I had plugged my penis into a light socket. The rising heat, and impulses charging, and discharging within me. "Ohh… Ohhhh…" One of us moaned, then the other… I felt Bo spasm against me as he reached some magical euphoric state of his own, and I put my hand back on his soft under-thigh, as I continued to spank my pelvis into his bottom. "I'm… I'm gonna cum…," I managed to breath out.

"Mmm, do it… Do it…" Bo panted back. My balls drew up to me, perhaps shielding themselves from the pending explosion. My thighs tightened, awash with endorphins; and Bo must have felt my glans expand, because his anus clamped down on me. "Ohh fuuuuuckingaaaaaaaa…," I screamed as the dam burst. Pulse after pulse hot seed flooded from me; spilling my steaming boy chowder into the depths of my young lovers rectum. The sensations that coursed through, and out of me were prolonged, and indescribable; and then, as if someone shut off the electricity, I slumped limply onto Bo soft naked body.

I strained for breath, and could barely feel my teenage tool pulse weekly, as it slipped slowly from Bo's young, pummeled hole; only to plop out as if birthed, in search of air. Bo lowered his legs, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him.

"Det var jävla otroligt… (That was fucking incredible…)" Bo whispered, then he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I turned breathlessly, to look into his smiling eyes, and I almost cried as I gazed into those warm blue pools. Essentially, I had just lost my virginity. This experience was one that I would relive with fondness for the rest of my life. My first time; making love. "Are you okay?" I asked Bo. He smiled softly at the question, and nodded happily as we lay there resting.

"Let's just rest for a few minutes," I suggested. "Then it's your turn," he smiled at me.

"Na… I want to wait. It'll feel more special, if we can do it another time. This was just so cool, I want to remember it just like this…" He smiled, and hugged me.

"Really? You sure?" I questioned: and Bo nodded at me.

"You can jack me off though, ja?" he requested. I looked at his beautiful boyish features and smiled. Reaching down I took hold of his semi soft boy part. Squeezing just a little; a large drop of existing pre cum rolled out of his tip. I lowered myself to him, and licked the sticky residue from his member; then closed my wet mouth around him and sucked him back into a turgid state. Licking and nuzzling his young testies, I began masturbating him. It didn't take long to build his four and a half inches [11 cm] toward climax. Stroking him, I peeled his pink banana, and darted my tongue over his continually leaking bulb. He moaned as I worked him, playing my tongue around the lip of his glans. His smooth cap swelled before my eyes and his hips squirmed, tingling joyfully. Gasping, and moaning heavily, a creamy geyser suddenly erupted in front of me. Spurting upward and dropping wetly back onto my hand and Bo's pubic area. Another hefty squirt, and another… I clamped my mouth over his pulsing boy spigot, and drank down the rest of his offerings. He writhed at the sensitive touch, as my tongue bathed his purple plum; cleaning off the last of his boy juices.

When he had finished, I rolled off to his side, and rubbed my hand over the soft skin of his belly and chest. We lay together for a time, simply enjoying the moment. Finally I got to my feet, and gave him a hand up. Both of us moved to the edge of the water, and plunged our sweaty bodies once again into the cooling pool. We swam around for the next half hour, just floating and talking; occasionally splashing each other playfully. With the day moving along, we climbed out of the water, and spread ourselves on the blanket, to let the afternoon sun dry our naked bodies. Bo was lying close to me, with my arm under his head like a pillow.

I simply watched him, and listlessly stroked my fingers over his soft skin. "Mmm, that feels good," Bo breathed. He rolled into me putting his arm over my chest, and his top leg up over my thighs. His soft package pressed into my hip as he gazed at me.

"Thanks Erik," he whispered.

"For…?" I prompted.

"You know. For being… Well, for doing it with me. For being inside me like that."

"Was it what you expected?" I asked, sincerely wanting to know.

"Yup… It was all weird, and awesome at the same time. It kinda hurt at first. But not in a real bad way or anything. More like, uncomfortable. But then when you were humping in me… It touched me somehow; I don't know how to say it… It's kinda like, when you have an itch, and you know that great feeling you get when you finally scratch it. It was kinda like that, I guess…" I grinned at him.

"That's cool. I can't wait till you… Well, scratch mine," I laughed, and Bo giggled along with me. We relaxed there, until the warm sun had dried us. Sitting up, we fished out the snacks from our backpacks, that Anneli had prepared for us; and we gobbled them down.

Bo stood, and reached out a hand to pull me up. We stood in front of each other for a moment and I ran my fingers through his long blond locks, pulling him toward me. Bo pursed his lips, expecting my kiss; but with his eyes closed, I reached out my tongue and wetly licked his nose instead.

"Eww… Man, what was that?" He laughed, wiping his palm over it.

"That's how the Eskimo's kiss," I joked.

"Nu uh…" He grinned. "It's like this," he stepped forward, and grabbing both of our soft dicks in his fingers, he rubbed their tips together; then giggled.

"Ahh… I see now," I laughed. "So… They must French kiss like this…" I reached out and with our pricks still pressed together, I pulled his foreskin forward and over the head of mine, coupling them together. We both shared a nice laugh, and finally separated and began to put our clothes back on. Damn! I was really beginning to enjoy this being naked stuff. Finally though, we rolled the blanket up, and stuffed it back into one of the packs.

"Ready?" I asked Bo.

"Ja…" he replied, picking his bike up. We pushed them back up the footpath to the road, and climbing on, we set off for the ride back home. It was casual, fun. We talked, and joked as we rode along; even singing a Lady GaGa song, and making up our own funny, and sometimes dirty lyrics to it.

Finally we reached home; pulling down the long driveway to the house, where we stowed the bikes away in the barn. I walked back across to the house with Bo, carrying the empty plastic containers that our snacks had been packed in.

"Ah, you're home," Anneli smiled as we walked in. "Did you have fun?"

"Great fun Mormor," Bo smiled at me as he hugged her.

"Well that's wonderful dear. Do you two want some raspberry lemonade?" she asked.

"Mmm. Sounds good," We both agreed, and we sat at the table while Anneli poured some for us.

"Your friend Jan called for you earlier," Anneli mentioned to Bo. "I talked with his mother for awhile, and I think she wants to ask Erik a favor."

"Really? What kind of favor?" Bo asked curiously.

"Well, we talked about what a great job Erik did, watching you two boys while we were gone. I told her how responsible Erik has been, helping around here, and doing all the farm chores and such. She says her boys are quite fond of Erik."

"And…?" Bo pushed.

"So, she and her husband are having their fifteenth anniversary this coming weekend. They were wanting to get away, just the two of them, and go into Stockholm for the weekend.

"And, and…" Bo questioned impatiently. Anneli smiled and shook her head.

"And, I think they need someone to watch their boys while they are gone," she finished, as she set our lemonade's on the table.

"Oh, that would be so fun…" Bo beamed, and his grandmother shook her head.

"Don't you think Erik should have a say in that?!" she laughed.

"Oh… Oh ya, I guess so huh… Duh," he grinned sheepishly at me.

"Anyway," she said, "give Jan a call and find out if that's what they want to ask about."

Bo dove for the phone and quickly called his friend Jan. They chatted for several long minutes, and I kept hearing words like, 'Cool', and 'that would be so awesome' and, 'I have something to tell you'. Finally Bo handed me the phone, and said that Jan's mom wanted to talk to me.

"Hi, this is Erik," I said after taking the phone. I listened a bit, as she explained the things that Anneli had already told me. Finally she asked if I would be willing to do it. "Well, I'll need to check with Bodil and Anneli first, to see if it's ok," I told her. Anneli quickly nodded her approval. Apparently they had already discussed the matter between them.

"Yes, well that would be fine then," I said, listening again. "Great, we'll see you then… Ok… Goodbye."

"What? Are we going to do it?" Bo jumped at me as I hung up the phone.

"Well, ya. On Saturday, after you guys ride your Criterium race, you and I will go over to Jan's house and I'll watch over you guys for the weekend…"

"Det är häftigt, (That is awesome.)" Bo said happily, pumping his fist. I'm quite sure his grandmother couldn't figure out what he was so excited about, but of course, I kind of knew what was going through his mind.

"Well, you two go get cleaned up," Anneli directed us "We'll have dinner in an hour and a half, ja?" And she smiled at us, as she shooed us out of the kitchen. Bo went in to take his shower, and almost reluctantly I went back out to my room in the barn, to do the same. It looked like an exciting weekend ahead. The cycling race would be exciting. And I could only imagine what would go on at Jan's house, what with their nice swimming pool and sauna area. I was actually looking forward to it. I climbed into my shower, and as I lathered myself up, there was certainly no way that I couldn't think about what had happened today at the lake. I pictured Bo, and my dick quickly climbed upward. With a fistful of my cock, and the soap, I joyfully relived my loss of virginity…

Chapter Ten
Weekend Arrangements

In the last Chapter: Erik took Bo on a training ride into the Swedish foothills, to help get him ready for the upcoming Criterium Race. After a fairly grueling session, with both boys exhausted and sweaty, they ended up at their special spot at the Lake. Bo gave himself to Erik; wanting to, and finally experiencing the ultimate act of love. later, when they returned home, Jan's mother had called, to ask if Erik would be willing to watch over the boys for the coming weekend.

It looked like an exciting weekend ahead. The cycling race was something the boys had been working toward, and looking forward to for some time. And after that, with Jan's parents heading to Stockholm to celebrate their anniversary, I would get to watch over the boys for the weekend. I could only imagine what would go on at Jan's house, what with their nice swimming pool and sauna area. I was actually looking forward to it with high expectations. I climbed into my shower, and as I lathered myself up, there was certainly no way that I couldn't think about what had happened today at the lake. I pictured Bo, and my dick quickly climbed upward. With a fistful of my cock, and a handful if soap, I joyfully relived my loss of virginity…

Thursday morning started off in the usual way. I was up early helping Bodil with the chores. There was a little extra work to do today, because one of the crops was ready for harvest. We worked hard through the morning; and around ten thirty, I noticed several of Bo's cycling friends rolling down the road. The Boys turned into the drive and peddled up to the house as Bo came out to greet them. I was back near the barn, about to hook up a small trailer to the quad runner; when Jan called out to me.

"Hej Erik," he grinned, as he waved at me.

"Hi Jan. What's up dude?" I answered with a cheerful smile.

"Nuttin … We're just heading out for our Thursday practice. Wanna' come with?"

"Ah, wish I could… But we still have a bunch to do here, so…" I shrugged. Jan nodded and shrugged his shoulders as well.

"Oh well. Nästa gång… (Next time…)" he said. "I can't wait for Saturday though; it's gonna be so cool you get to watch over us!" He grinned a bit slyly at me; which I returned with a furtive look of my own.

Bo came over to me with another boy from his team, whom I hadn't met before. I had seen him at their practice last weekend; he was another of the twelve year olds. A shy little guy; barely five feet [1.50 m] tall, with sandy brown hair and soft brown eyes.

"Morning Erik," Bo grinned. "Hey, this is Kinney. Kinney, this is my friend Erik. He's from America," he introduced us.

"Hi Kinney," I smiled warmly.

"Hej," he offered, somewhat timidly, then he glanced at the ground; too shy to keep eye contact. I smiled; he was kinda cute. Bo and I talked for a moment, while Kinney stood by, occasionally looking up at me. Finally it was time for the boys to head out to practice, and time for me to get back out to the field and help Bodil. "See ya guys. Have a good practice…" I said. The boys all replied back, and I watched as they started to ride up the driveway. Shy little Kinney turned and gave me a quick little wave as they rode off. I also noticed that Bo, and Jan rode off side by side, a little apart from the others; leaning tightly together in conversation. Jan suddenly looked back at me, with a huge grin on his face. No doubt Bo had told him about what we had done at the lake.

I went back out to the field, and Bodil and I spent the rest of the morning, and into the early afternoon finishing up. I had offered a little suggestion to Bodil, about using the quad runner and trailer to make things quicker. he said we'd give it a try, and again he seemed pleased with how things went. He clapped his hand on my shoulder when we had finished.

"Good job son," he nodded and smiled pleasantly at me.

"Thanks Mr. Hansson," It always made me feel good when he showed his appreciation that way. We hauled everything back to the barn and got it all stowed away. I went in to take another shower; then gathered up my dirty clothes and took them into the house to do some of my laundry. I was just getting started with them, when Anneli came in and told me to go sit down and eat, and she would take care of my clothes. I protested, but she would have none of it, and shooed me out of the laundry room. (Wish my mom was like that…)

After I ate, there was time to kill, since my clothes were just being put into the dryer. I went into the living room, and turned on the TV to catch some of the Tour De France coverage for the day. They were riding one of the mountain stages today, and there was quite a battle going on with the Schleck brothers and Alberto Contador. It was really kind of interesting, all the strategy that was going on, as each made breakaway attempts trying to 'crack' their opponent. I lost track of the time while watching, and was surprised when suddenly Bo and Jan came flying into the room, and sat alongside me on the couch.

"Hey guys. How was practice?" I asked.

"Det gick bra, (It went well.)" Jan smiled, as he gave me a long, knowing look.

"What…?" I asked, noticing his bemused expression. Bo squirmed a bit, and put his hand on my arm.

"Uhh, don't be mad at me, but I sorta' told him about what we did at the lake," Bo confessed, blushing just a bit. I had already figured that he would, so I just shrugged.

"Åh, ni två är smutsiga pojkar… You two are naughty boys…" Jan teased, as he smiled and wagged his finger at us. Both Bo and I grabbed couch pillows and hit Jan with them until he gave up. "Ok, ok…" He pleaded. "I was just, 'fucking' around with you…" He laughed at his not so subtle double meaning. We both hit him again.

After watching the last of the Tour stage, the three of us went outside to sit at the picnic table, a little away from the house. "I can't wait for Saturday…" Jan said

"I know," Bo agreed. "First the race, and then home alone at your place…"

"Ya… The only thing is, my little brother will be there; and he prob'ly wont leave us alone. He wants to be in on everything," Jan said.

"Aw come on, he's not so bad," Bo answered. "He can be kinda' fun actually." Jan just shrugged. "Hey, do you think your mom would let a couple of the guys from the cycling team come over to swim?"

"Hmm… Maybe. If it's ok with Erik." Both boys looked hopefully at me.

"Sure. I guess I don't mind. But you better clear this with your mom first," I told him.

"I will, I will… That would make it extra fun…" Jan promised. "Hey Erik, since the race is Saturday, do you think you could help me adjust the derailer on my bike? Bo says you did really good on his…"

"Ya, that's cool. Lets go make sure both your bikes are in good shape," I suggested, as I patted Bo's thigh.

The three of us went out to the barn, and spent the next hour and a half going over the boy's bikes. I made a few adjustments to each bike, and we cleaned and lubed the chains, derailers, and rear sprockets.

"Whoa, thanks…" Jan beamed afterwards, as he circled around in the driveway. "That shifts really smoothly now. Thanks Erik."

"I told you he was good," Bo grinned, as he circled around shifting through his own gearing; also happy with the adjustments. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up. With the bikes all ready and the day getting late, Jan had to head for home. I reminded him to ask his mom about having anyone else come over on Saturday. And with that, Jan nodded happily and headed home.

We took Bo's bike back into the barn and put it in the bike rack, and as I turned around, I noticed Bo smiling at me. "What…?" I asked, of his bemused expression.

"Nothin…" Bo said. "I just like being with you is all," he grinned ant stepped forward into me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I hugged him back, and we just stood there for several minutes, wrapped in each others arms. There was something special, about the warmth of another human being. It was reaffirming, comforting somehow, to share in each others energy. My face was nestled into his hair, and its sweet soft boy scent filled my nostrils. Finally we released each other, and Bo looked up at me with his blue orbs, and warm smile. I cupped my hand gently on his smooth, silky cheek and smiled warmly at him. We didn't even have to say the words, that sound corny sometimes when boys say it; but we both knew there was love between us. Bo turned, heading back to the house to get cleaned up for dinner. I watched after him; his spandex riding shorts wrapped snuggly around the supple curves of his butt, and enticingly into his crease. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open again; but much like my stiffening member, I just couldn't help it.

After another great dinner, (Anneli was a wonderful cook) we spent some time at the table playing Scrabble. Again, board games aren't really my thing, but it seemed to make Bodil and Anneli quite happy to spend some 'family' time together; and I had grown rather fond of them as well. Bo was smart as a whip, and I was surprised at some of the words he came up with. Not only beautiful, but smart too; I laughed to myself as I thought this. Funny how old clichés seemed to fit. Later in the evening, Anneli served us some homemade blueberry pie, with whipped cream on it. "Mmm…" Did I mention she was a wonderful cook? Bo accidently dropped a spoon full of the cream into his lap, and I would have liked nothing more than to help him clean it off. He gave me a sideways look, as if he were reading my mind; and we both laughed.

It was getting late, and Bo headed off to bed. Bodil and I talked for a little while, about what chores needed tending in the morning; and when we finished, I said my goodnights and headed out to the barn. I brushed my teeth, stripped down, and crawled under the covers for the night. I guess I must have dozed just a bit, but about forty five minutes later I vaguely heard the soft clunk of my bedroom door. Opening my eyes, even in the semi darkness I could see an angel standing over me. The angel suddenly stooped, slipped out of its underwear, and crawled in along side of me in bed. "Hi…" Bo whispered quietly, as he nestled warmly up to me. I wrapped my arm around him, as he spooned his back up tightly against my body.

"Mmm…" He cuddled comfortably with me; and we lay there quietly for some time, both of us enjoying the contact. "Remember the first time we did this?" Bo whispered.

"Well ya… We snuggled up together, and we fell asleep just like this. It was awesome," I recalled. Bo smiled back at the fond memory. He looked back over his shoulder at me.

"Wanna' play…?" he whispered quietly.

"Ohhh… I suppose, if I have to…" I teased, dramatically. Bo giggled happily.

He turned his body so we were lying face to face, and tucked himself in close to me. For awhile we just tenderly rubbed our hands around each other's skin; innocently exploring, and enjoying the soft ticklish touch, as we traced each others curves. Neither of us had a clue what we were doing. It just felt right… We were two inexperienced boys, guided by instinct, perhaps influenced by images from TV and movies. My hands found the gentle slope of his buttocks, and I pulled him in tight to me, as I softly caressed my lips and nose just below his ear onto the velvety smooth skin of his neck. I could feel him shiver with delight in my arms; and he in turn cupped his young hand around my butt cheek, spreading me, as he gently kneaded my fleshy mound and sought out my warm places. It was blind, wonderful experimentation. You don't have to be an adult to know what feels good, or how to find it; and we calmly, slowly learned each others body.

After a long while Bo rolled over again onto his side with his back to me, pushing back tight into me, spooning again. He reached back over his hip, and grabbed my semi erect penis in his fingers. He repositioned his body, and his handful of me; till he guided my member between his cheeks and into his warm butt crack.

"Please Erik, I want to feel you again…" he requested in hushed tones. With both of us lying on our sides, my chest pressed warmly to his back, I reached down between us and softly rubbed his hip for a moment. With my finger, I located his boy opening, then, taking hold of my now willing penis, I directed it blindly toward his pink burrow. I moved it around a bit, till my young meat missile found his heat source, and I pressed my hips forward slowly. There was a tender pressure, and after a few fumbled efforts, I could feel his rosebud open to greet me. I rocked my hips gently, with slight forward pressure until my glans settled inside his entryway; and with each slow thrust, his soft anus began to swallow my tube.

"Mmm…" Bo hummed as he absorbed my length. "Mmm, Erik…," he breathed softly. Wrapping my arm around him again, we simply lay there pressed tightly together. I didn't thrust in and out of him; merely rocked my weight into him slightly, again and again. "Mmm…" he continued to sigh. Bo reached his hand down to his own crotch, and softly, pleasurably rubbed his palm up and down over his stiffy. For me, it felt like his insides were masturbating me. The gentle pulses and contractions of his sphincter muscles were taking me to a delightful place. I held him tightly to me.

"Uhhhhhh…" He sighed in quiet pleasure; and then, after quite some time, he began pushing his hips rhythmically back into me; softly banging his warm bottom into my pelvis. The sensation took me over.

"Oh geezzze…" I moaned. "Ohhh god…," As he continued to piston against me. I heard him moan again as well, and I had to meet him half way. I began humping my hips forward in time with his own, and we banged together more forcefully now. Both of us felt the pleasure. I reached down and moving Bo's palm from his groin, I took hold of his boyhood and stroked him. His leaking glans quickly lubed my fingers with his luscious boy honey.

"Mmmm, mmm, mm…," I sighed. My insides took over control of my senses. "Bo… Bo it's cu…," And my rigid hose tried to expel the fire inside of him. I squirted repeatedly into his burning receptacle. Deliciously drained, I rolled onto my back, pulling him up and on top of me. My fingers played up and down on his skin flute. I moved my forefinger in small ravenous circles just under his glans, pressing into this erogenous area. Bo squeaked with pleasure as his testies reached their own boiling point. His soft feet clamped against my own, and his anus tightened around my shaft, which was still embedded within him. Bo's head rolled back against mine and he released a pubescent groan as his beautiful penis released its load. His boy goop spattered tenuously across his chest, onto his face and mine. I even felt a glob plop into my hair… As his wild pulses slowed, I ran my fingertip over his sensitive tip through the sticky pulp. He jerked wildly at the touch, and I felt his body shudder against me. Slowly I pulled my own boy part from his personal space, and it plopped out wetly from within him.

We lay there still, seemingly unable to move. At last, still on top of me, Bo managed to roll over till we lay face to face, chest to chest. He rested his head next to mine, and I gently stroked his back, content in the moment. Bo lifted his head, and his mouth sought me out. Tenderly, our lips expressed our feelings for one another as we lay quietly in the darkness. We must have dozed off for awhile. Twenty minutes later I gently awakened him.

"Come on love. We need to take a quick shower," I breathed.

"Mm…" He protested. "Do we have to? I'm so comfortable. So tired," I kissed him gently. "Let's just sleep for awhile…" He suggested.

"Can't kiddo… You have to go back inside.

"Oh man…" he whined.

"I know. I wish you didn't have to, but… We can't get caught. Come on, let's get up."

"Mm… You get up. I'll meet you later, kay…" he mumbled. I laughed quietly, and rolled him onto his side, flipping the covers off of us. Reluctantly we got out of bed, and padded back to the bathroom to take a quick, but necessary shower.

When we finished, we dried each other off, and went back into my room. Standing there, we just held each other for a few minutes, in a tired but friendly hug. Finally Bo headed outside, and quietly crept across the drive to his bedroom window. He crawled back inside and disappeared from view. "I luv you Bo…" I whispered into the darkness. Crawling back under my covers I fell asleep, thinking about the blue eyed, blond haired angel who had just paid me a nice conjugal visit. "Very nice…" I breathed contentedly as I fell asleep.

Friday was a relatively quiet and uneventful day. I did the morning chores alongside Bodil. Bo came outside and into the field with some beverages, and the last of the Cinnamon buns from the previous morning. "Yum…" We all sat around and talked leisurely while we ate. Bodil actually shared a few rather humorous 'farmers' jokes with us. I was surprised at the rather risqué punchline of the last one. Bo blushed, but still laughed at it, and Bodil mentioned that he might not want to let his Grandmother know that he had told the off colored 'farmers daughter' joke to him. We all swore to secrecy as Bodil and I laughed, and Bo giggled at his Grandpa. With the chores finished We called it a day, as far as work was concerned. Bo and I rode the bikes over to Jan's place; to speak with his mother, and get the rundown of the rules for Saturday when I was watching the boys.

She was fairly liberal with things, mostly stressing safety around the pool. She told Jan to be nice to his younger brother, and let him share in the fun. Jan and Bo glanced at each other with a smirk, clearly thinking about what kind of 'fun' they had in mind. She agreed that after the Criterium Race, that Jan could have two other boys come over to swim and play for the afternoon; but no more than that, and they couldn't spend the night. His mom gave me some money for ordering Pizza's, or whatever the boys wanted for dinner; and told me there was also a ton of snack food and drinks and such that would be in the fridge. She offered me some other money, as payment for 'baby sitting', which I initially refused; until she gave me that 'mom-like' look, and told me that I would indeed earn it, watching over three boys for the day.

With all the instructions given, and my reassurance that I would take care of everything, she smiled and took off to the store, with Jan's younger brother Mikael in tow. The three of us sat out by the pool, each with a can of soda, and talked.

"That's cool, that we can have a couple of our friends come over tomorrow," Bo said.

"Ja. Who should we invite?" Jan wondered.

"How about Stefan? He's cool," Bo suggested. (I had met him before. He was one of the thirteen year olds.)

"Ja, we'll ask him," Bo agreed. "And, maybe Kinney? He's a lot of fun, and cute too," he was the little shy twelve year old I had just met the other day.

"Ok, that's cool. Then if one of them can't come, we can ask Petter," The boys both agreed, and I guess that was that. It was shortly after one in the afternoon, and with nothing better to do, the three of us stripped down for a quick swim in the pool. It was a refreshing break, and we splashed around for awhile, before seeing who could do the most underwater summersaults without coming up for air. A game that Jan eventually won. It, was his pool after all and I'm quite sure he practiced a lot for just these occasions. Afterward, we rested on the deck chairs to dry in the warm afternoon sun; and finally Bo and I got dressed.

With all the arrangement made, we got on our bikes, waved so long to Jan, and headed back home to the Hansson's farm. We all spent a lazy afternoon, and Bo was getting excited for the bike race the next day.

When we got back, we put the bikes away in the barn. Bo glanced at me, then seemed to remember something. "Hey…" he said. "I never showed you my little secret spot did I?"

"No… What secret spot?" I asked curiously.

"Well, it's not really secret. It's just a place. Right here in the barn," he pulled my arm, and we walked back into the rear corner of the barn. There were small, ladder like rungs, stuck right onto studs of the wall. I looked up to see an opening leading to a small loft, up above, over a limited area at the back of the barn. I hadn't paid it any attention before, because from the floor it just looked like some old farm equipment crates loosely stored there. Bo climbed the rungs, and motioned for me to follow. Carefully we climbed up, and stepped up onto the small platform. The front part, that faced the barn, was indeed stacked with small wooden crates, that essentially walled off the back section. There was a framed window in the rear wall, near the middle; and there was an open area about six feet by ten feet in front of the window. There was an old cushion chair near the window; and a crate, stacked with cycling magazines off to its side. Bo had brought up couple of sleeping bags, which were laying on the floor in front of the window.

"Cool huh…" Bo grinned. "Grampa said I could use this for my fort last year. Jan and I have slept up here a few times, but I don't use it all that much. It's just kinda fun to have, you know…" He smiled.

"Ya…" I smiled. "It's kinda cozy. Nice to have a little place like this to be alone," Bo smiled and nodded his head. The window faced the west, so the afternoon sun streamed in, warming and lighting the area. Bo slid the window open a bit, letting the fresh summer air fill the loft. He sat down, cross legged on top of the sleeping bags, and motioned for me to sit with him. I plopped down on the floor, and we sprawled out casually in front of the open window. There was a pretty good view from up here, and with the warm breeze it was really kind of comfortable just lying there bathed in the sunlight. We kicked off our shoes and socks, and we lay there just relaxing for awhile, with our hands tucked behind our heads; and our bare feet softly rubbing each other.

We lay there quietly, simply enjoying our time together. The angle of the sun seemed to cast a warm haze in the room, and everything had a pleasant golden glow about it. I turned my head to look at Bo. He was such a splendid sight, I couldn't help but smile contentedly at his visage. I'm seventeen, and certainly no expert on what love is; but surely this is what it must be. His body seemed to glow in the soft haze; like something from a Disney movie. To me, his face was a study of perfection. I wished right then that I was an artist, so that I could capture him in time somehow. Every curve of his facial features was alluring to me. His eyes were luminous pools of blue, which were so invitingly soft, and kind. The little upturn of his nose accentuated the soft youthfulness of his appearance. I gazed down his young body, so fine his skin looked; like spun silk. Only youth can offer such perfection. I closed my eyes for a moment to bask in this innocent, shared moment. If this had been a movie, the camera would pan back now; the music would swell, and leave us there, happily ever after. Either that, or Aliens would beam us up and commence with the anal probes… Geeze Erik, where did that come from. I smiled… Guess I'm still a kid too…

"Erik… I'm kinda nervous about the race tomorrow," Bo said suddenly, out of nowhere. I rolled my head to look at him again.

"Really? Well, that's normal I guess. But you should be excited, not nervous," I assured him.

"Ya, but… I really wanna do well," he said, turning his head to meet my gaze. I smiled at him.

"Bo, just do the best you can. Have fun. You love to ride, it's your passion; just ride and enjoy it. You know what my dad told me one time?" I asked.

"Nu uh… What…?" Bo asked.

"I was all nervous before a school swim meet, a long time ago. He told me, 'Son, the guy who wins isn't the guy who comes in first. It's the guy who has the most fun…' It sounded kinda corny, but he was right. You do it because you love it. Sure you want to do well, but if you're not having fun; well, what's the point," Bo looked back up at the ceiling in thought for a moment. Then a small smile crossed his lips. "That's kinda cool. I never thought about it that way. Thanks Erik," he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Know what you need?" I said, sitting up. Bo shook his head and gave me a questioning look. "You need a pre race massage…" I smiled as Bo grinned and nodded happily. I shifted my position in front of him, and took his soft bare foot into my hands. I smiled warmly at him, and began rubbing my thumbs into his soles of his amazingly soft feet. Softly, I kissed his small boy toes.

Working very slowly, and quite deliberately I massaged Bo's smooth bare legs. Taking a lot of time, soothing his leg muscles. My strong teenage fingers pressing firmly, but gently into the silky skin of his calves; feeling the fine contours of his young legs. Bo seemed to purr contentedly. Slowly, purposefully I meandered further up his legs; his soft skin yielding tenderly in my hands. Up his thighs, I played my fingers until they dipped underneath the bottom edge of his shorts; and I slid them upward dangerously close to his groin. Bo was enjoying everything I was doing, and he reached down to undo the button of his shorts. "Nuh uh," I shook my head. "This is a massage… No sex for you, before a big event," I teased.

"Vad? Det suger… (What? That sucks…)" Bo said.

"No… No sucking either," I said, laughing. "Having an orgasm takes energy. You need to save yours for the race."

"Oh man… You're kidding, right?" He pleaded.

"Nuh uh," I replied. "I'm serious," Bo crinkled his brow at me, in mock annoyance; then he playfully stuck his tongue out at me. A long pause.

"Pleeeaaaase…," Bo begged pathetically. I had to laugh out loud at his bewildered expression, as he gave me the dreaded, 'puppy dog eyes'.

"Oh come on… How can anyone resist that? A quick one then," I laughed. And with a huge grin, Bo hurriedly undid the button of his shorts and pushed them down to his knees, and then kicked them off. I settled in between his thighs, breathing in his wonderful pubescent boy scent, as I continued to rub his upper thighs. I watched his young soft boypole begin to extend itself, and slowly, of its own accord, start to move upward. Leaning in closely, I breathed a teasingly warm breath over his junk. I saw goosebumps play briefly across his skin, and Bo sighed longingly. Softly, I slid my tongue from the base of his shaft slowly up and over his hooded glans. It twitched, and Bo rested his hands softly on my shoulders.

I gazed at the thin pliant skin that wrapped his crown, and I swizzled my tongue over its molded shape, feeling the cracker jack prize hidden within. Bo's grip on my shoulders seemed to tighten, and with a smile I took his young cucumber into my mouth. With purpose I began sucking him. Deeply down to his core, ruffling his sparse pubes with my nose, and back again. I made it my mission to masturbate him this way; my mouth, becoming his surrogate hand. Bo moaned, and his young hips danced about, as if to some unheard music. I brought my hand up to his scrotum, and gently squeezed his nuts, encouraging them to do their job. Bo's hands drifted from my shoulders to my head, and he laced his fingers in my hair, trying to anchor himself to me. His feet banged my thighs at times, as they lashed about, untethered, with no one in control. It didn't take long for the horny little bugger to reach take off speed, and then he spilled his frothy young load into my mouth as his fingers clenched in my hair. He curled up tightly around my head, and shuddered before going limp… Breath boy, breath…

After several minutes he had recovered breath and senses. A sweet little smile crossed his lips, and we nestled in closely together, as the late afternoon sun continued to stream in through the loft window. Lying there on our backs; we both felt content.

"Guess what?" Bo breathed quietly. "I'm not nervous about tomorrow anymore. Thanks Erik…"

"Mm hmm. Anytime," I replied, as I accepted his wet kiss. We relaxed there for little longer; perhaps even dozing off for a few minutes or so. After awhile we made our way out of the loft, and back down the ladder into the barn.

That evening, Anneli prepared a great dinner for us. Since Bo had his big ride tomorrow, she loaded us up with some of her homemade Lasagna. Carbo' loading for Bo; just damn good eating for me. We ate heartily, and enjoyed every bit of it; right down to the blackberry pie for dessert. After a little television, Bo decided to turn in; he wanted a good nights rest for the race. he said his goodnights, gave hugs all around, and ambled back to his room. He had been worried that he might be too excited to sleep, but as tired as he was, he drifted off within ten minutes, and slept soundly through the night. I guess I was more excited than he was, because I lay awake nearly an hour, my mind abuzz with thoughts of the race, and of the 'overnight' with the boys at Jan's house. Geeze, what had I gotten myself into…?

Chapter Eleven
The Race and the Pool

In the last Chapter: Erik helped Bo and Jan with final preparations for their big Criterium Bike race. Arrangements were made for Erik to watch over the boys for the weekend, including two other boys from the cycling team. And, Bo and Erik had a little 'fun' in Bo's secret area in the barn. Saturday now, and time for some fun…

The day had finally arrived for Bo and Jan's bike race, and it was starting out to be a beautiful Saturday morning. Early sunlight drained through the windows of Erik's room in the barn, falling lazily across him as he lay there sleeping. The warmth of it caressed his bare teenage torso; which was only partially covered by his bedclothes. "Mmmm …" Erik stretched himself awake, and flipped the covers further down, leaving him naked to the waist. He slid his hands down, and tucked them under the top edge of the sheets, letting them come to rest on top of his inner thighs, with his thumbs across his soft tight pubes. His fingertips were just touching his boy parts, and he enjoyed the pleasant warmth that radiated from his tender bits.

"Mmm…" He breathed quietly as he took a more fulfilling grip of himself, causing his young member to awaken along with him. He began to slide his palm slowly up and down his length, further encouraging his young stalk into participation. Just then however, the door burst open, startling him as Bo came exploding into the room. The boy was barefoot, but already wearing his spandex riding uniform, and he ran and leaped up excitedly onto the bed.

He straddled Erik, sitting across his lower stomach, with a leg on each side. "I'm so amped…" He burst out. "Erik, today is the race. I'm so friggin' excited…" He beamed as he squirmed around, full of energy.

"Uh… I'm getting excited too," Erik responded with a smile, as Bo's butt continued to wriggle around on top of him. Finally Bo got a funny look in his eyes as he could feel the firm bump beneath his butt.

"Hey…" He grinned, as he reached his hand down under his bum. His fingers found the lump, and he playfully squeezed its source. "What's this…?" he asked teasingly. Erik quickly brought his hands up, and grabbing Bo above the waist, he tickled him as he rolled the boy off to the side. Bo squirmed more as he giggled under Erik's playful fingers. Erik rolled slightly on top of the other boy, and he looked happily into Bo's cheerful face. "Morning, sunshine…" he said, and then gave Bo a quick little kiss.

The other boy quit squirming, and he smiled back at Erik. Then he wrapped his arms around the older boy, and squeezed him in a friendly hug for a moment. Finally, he reached his hand down under the sheets, and cupped his fingers around Erik's still turgid member; giving it a friendly morning squeeze as well.

"No… Not now," Erik smiled. "This time you really do have to save your energy.

"I know. I just wanted to honk the horn, for good luck," Bo smiled.

"Huh? What does that mean?" Erik asked, sincerely confused. Bo grinned, and quickly he gave two quick squeezes to Erik's boner.

"Honk, honk…," Bo laughed playfully as he jumped up, and leaped off of Erik's bed. The older boy tried to make a quick grab for him; but getting tangled up in his sheets, Erik tumbled harmlessly to the floor. Both boys laughed as Erik lay prone on the floor; with bed sheets wrapped around his lower body. Still giggling, Bo stepped over and took Erik's hand, helping get up from the ground. They smiled at each other, and Erik tousled his hair; with a parting kiss, Bo turned and headed back to the house for breakfast.

Erik dressed quickly, and went out to the field, to take care of the morning farm chores. Bodil joined him shortly, and between the two of them they finished everything off fairly quickly, allowing Erik time for a quick shower and some breakfast. Bo was nervously puttering around the house, and finally around nine they were ready to head out. Bodil, Anneli, Erik and Bo all loaded into the SUV to head into town. Bo made a last minute check; he had his helmet, gloves, riding shoes and of course his bike. Except for his nerves, he was ready. Erik smiled slightly as he watched Bo's leg, bounce nervously up and down; excitement and anticipation flowing through him. Sitting in the back seats, Erik reached over and took Bo's hand into his own, giving it a warm squeeze.

"Relax bud," he said. "Your gonna do fine," Bo looked over at him and smiled appreciatively, if not a bit apprehensively. "Just remember to have fun, ok?!"

"I will. Thanks Erik…" Bo answered.

When they pulled up near the bike shop in town, there was a lot of commotion going on. Cars, and bikes were everywhere, as people were filtering into the area for the races. This was a big event, not just local; and riding clubs and teams were coming in from all over. There was a fairly festive atmosphere, with a dazzling array of bikes and team colors. There would actually be several races during the day. Cyclists were spread into different categories; the Junior, Elite, and Masters. Within each group, there were different levels as well, though here, each level would race together in their own group. Bo unloaded his bike from the car and quickly made his way over to the cycle shop and his coach. He found Jan, and other boys from the club, and they all chattered amongst themselves with nervous energy, as they pinned race numbers to their jerseys. Their coach, Greger, finally gathered all the boys together for a final talk about tactics and such. Each rider has his own strengths, so in this type of race, each would use the techniques best suited for their own style of riding. Jan was an excellent sprinter for example, so he would try to pace himself to the end, and be in position to sprint at the finish. Bo had amazing stamina, and though he was not as fast a sprinter as Jan; he recovered more quickly, and could therefore jump into any breakaways without burning himself out.

The Criterium, for the Juniors was what amounted to nearly an hour long race. The course was laid out, and each lap was just over two kilometers [1 1/3 miles]. There would be six turns on the course, with one respectable incline. Essentially it would come down to endurance and positioning over the long haul. The boys all hooked their bikes up to 'stationary trainers', allowing them to spin, and warm up for the race. It was essential that your body was loose, and already up to optimum circulation at the start. There were many great locations around the course to watch, including some bleachers set up near the start finish line. Bodil and Anneli joined Jan's parents in the bleachers. They saved a spot for Erik, but he wanted to be down on course for a close up look at most of it, and he worked himself into a front position along the barriers.

It was ten minutes till race time, and Bo, Jan, Petter, and several other boys including Stefan and Kinney from his team made their way to the start line. With starting positions not specifically assigned, it was good to be at least in the front third for the start. There would be sixty three riders in this category to start the race. Over the loud speakers, the race announcer was calling out names, and clubs in introduction; as the Juniors bunched in and covered the street at the start line. The race always drew large crowds; locals, other cycling clubs, and excited spectators. There was a lot of commotion, and crowd noise as people chattered and hollered out. Bo tightened the Velcro strap, on his riding gloves, and reset his sunglasses snugly in place. He shook out his hands, with nervous anticipation, as the announcer called out 'one minute'. He looked over at Jan, positioned just to his left. They bumped knuckles, and clapped each other on the back, smiling grimly at each other. The boys clipped their riding shoes into the upper peddle. Bo focused, and then remembered what Erik had told him.

"Hey…" He called out to Jan, who turned and looked at him. "Have fun…!" He smiled warmly. Then he turned to look forward and focus in.

"Ten seconds…" The announcer called out through the overhead bullhorns. Everyone tensed on their bikes; cheering filled the surrounding air… The horn blared overhead, and in one big surge, sixty three bikes jumped into motion. Crit' races are all different. Some start out a little slower, and build up to pace; and some, like this one, started quickly with riders immediately working for position. Bo and Jan found themselves in amongst the first twenty riders at the start; but almost at once other riders began trying to file past into open slots. Even though it's a long race, it's best to stay toward the front of the pack. In truth, the work rate is less there. Riders can avoid the 'accordion effect', going into the corners at faster speeds, and then maintaining it, rather than the back riders who have to slow down for those in front and then use extra energy to pick up the pace and catch up again.

It is a race of endurance. The less you use in the body of the race; the more you have left at the end. Also, crashes happen from time to time; and it was always better to be in front of it, rather than having to fight around it. Bo slipped to the outside edge of riders and slotted in on the wheel of another bike, to draft and conserve more energy; Jan had done the same. Being caught in the middle, particularly later on, meant that you may not be able to move out when the time comes to make a move. Bike racing requires steady nerves, as the peloton (pack) is frequently in close quarters, only inches apart at high speeds. Someone swerves into your path, or taps their brake, or touches a tire; and a dozen riders can go down in a heap, real fast.

A rider pulled by on his outside, and Bo tucked in on his wheel, allowing the draft to pull him forward in the slot. He was down in the drops, (holding the lower part of the handlebars). This, the most aerodynamic race position, and also helps keep out other handlebars that might snag yours, spilling you to the ground in tight quarters. The first tight turn came up, and both Jan and Bo kept their speed as they charged through. The cadence was quite high, and the next turn came upon them rather quickly. There was some bumping, and jostling as the riders came out of the second turn which forced Bo outside somewhat. He recognized the problem, and decided then that he would slide to the inside next time at this turn. As the road straitened, three riders jumped a bit; attempting an early breakaway. Bo knew it was pointless this early, and he didn't take the bait. They were inexperienced, and would be caught in a lap or two. Around the course, three more turns and then up the one incline in the race. Bo thought back to training, the day he had taken the lead on the hill climb to try and impress Erik. Bo was strong on a climb, and he knew in the last lap, that this would be a good spot for him to make a push.

Around they went, and the riders ripped across the start/finish line, amidst the sounds of cheering and screaming spectators. The race announcer called out the time as they flew past. The next bunch of laps churned past, and Bo made mental notes each time; searching for the best line, and watching his competitors for their strengths and weaknesses. Coming out of the second turn, Bo had worked his way to the inside this time, and he breezed out of the turn with the front pack of nine riders. There was a very slight gap, and then the rest of the peloton was right there. They started down the longest straightaway, and a group of six or seven riders from the peloton pushed forward on the inside, making it a tight pack of sixteen at the front. Bo was caught up in the surge, and forced into the middle of the group. One rider had cut across his line, forcing him to veer inside. The move was likely not intentional, but against the rules never the less. It cost him several positions, as the outside riders slid past.

There was some bumping going on, and Bo had a slight scare when yet another rider was forced into him. He quickly reached out and put his hand on the riders back, holding him away somewhat, and steadying both riders. When he pulled his hand back to his handlebars, he extended his elbows a little; a smart technique in tight situations to keep handlebars and hands from bumping and tangling. Bo regained his focus. With the pack this tight, it took him another full lap to slowly work himself back to the outside. Lap after lap, the cadence of the race remained high. A tempo that would surely reek havoc on the riders near the end. The booth announcer continued to call out times, and names, as they were well into it now; pressing toward the final bell… Bo pushed to the outside where he saw Jan and Petter, on each others wheel; and he fell in behind them to draft a moment. Unlike a standard road race, where teams work together all the time, and usually ride to help the designated rider; a Criterium race is more of an individual event. Though occasionally they may team up, depending on situations. Bo noticed now that a small group of riders was making a break away at the front; and he knew that at this point in the race, you can't get caught out, and expect to be a contender in the end. Timing worked out well for him, he was out of position, but they were starting up the incline, so Bo stood on the pedals and powered past Jan and Petter in chase of the breakaway.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought of Erik, forcing him to shift into his upper chain ring up their training hill. How badly it hurt, and winded him. It paid off now; and though his legs were feeling it, he churned strongly up the incline and by the top of it, he had bridged across to the breakaway riders. As they rounded the last turn for that lap, Bo found himself again in the front pack of nine boys. The group roared once again past the start/finish line; the announcer called out the remaining time. Bo glanced at his cycling computer, and mentally calculated how many more laps there would be. Through the two tight turns, and down the long strait away again, still at a grueling pace. By this point, pain is a word that cyclists know well. Legs and lungs were beginning to burn, as lactic acid builds up in the muscles. Bo hoped he could hold on. Once a rider pushes over his Lactic Threshold, his muscles are saturated, and the body can't defuse it any more. Essentially the rider 'bonks'. In layman's terms, he's done for the day.

As he moved to the inside, Bo's mind began to wander a little. He began thinking about the pain in his legs, and he dropped off the wheel of the rider in front of him; lagging a few feet behind. Not a good sign, when doubt creeps in. He continued pushing, and suddenly, he saw something. Standing just inside the barrier, with other spectators, was Erik. Bo glanced at him, and Erik stood there, pointing with both hands to the huge grin on his own face. "Have fun…" Erik yelled, as Bo raced past. He pushed onward, around a turn and then up to the long incline again. He smiled then, or was it a grimace? He was having fun! He loved this… Bo hadn't noticed then that he had forgotten about the pain in his legs, and was now thinking about how cool the cycling, and the competition was. With renewed focus, Bo hit the incline and he stood on the pedals again, closing the gap to the next rider. Some of the group began to push, and Bo churned past the rider he had caught; then past another. By the top of the incline two of the riders were dropped. They had fallen off the pace and couldn't match the other's acceleration. Only seven boys comprised the break away group now, and Bo was one of them.

As they rounded the turn, and swept to the outside of the lane, Bo glanced back under his arm, checking for the following riders. There was a considerable gap; and then another small group of five or six chasers. He couldn't be sure, but he thought Jan and Peter were at the front of that group. Spectators were a blur of sight and sound as the riders roared down the main street, past the grandstands. The announcer again, in an excited and animated voice from above, called out names… The bell was clanging wildly to indicate that this would be the final lap… Bo slotted in behind the wheel of another rider, caught his draft, and then angled to the inside as the turn approached. The drafting technique and sustained momentum propelled him past that rider, and one other boy. He was sitting fifth wheel now.

Behind him, Jan and Petter had drawn their chase group closer. They pumped furiously in pursuit, with Petter pulling ahead of Jan. Bo had no idea exactly where they were; at this point in a race, you don't look back. You go all out. More than battling the other riders at this point, you are battling yourself. Do you have the will, the drive to force the pain out of your mind? Bumping again on one of the sharpest turns… For a fleeting fateful moment Bo felt his rear wheel slip beneath him; but he managed to hold it, keeping from spilling; though he lost a little distance. One of the riders he had passed, crept back around him. Another turn, and up for the last time to the incline. This was it. Whatever Bo had left, he had to leave it here, on the hill. Some of the boys ahead of him were older, and seemed to be better sprinters than he was; and if he didn't catch them now, and reach the last turn with, or ahead of them, he would be caught out.

As they hit the incline, Bo stood on the pedals again. He grimaced, sucking hard for breath as he churned forward, his burning thighs pleading for relief. Suddenly, one of the riders in front of him cracked; the boy had reached his limits, and the last incline had broken him. Bo pulled past the kid, leaving him for the pursuing vultures. Near the top of the incline now, and Bo was flush with one of the other three riders. Their shoulders bumped as each boy fought to grind it out. For Bo, it seemed like some surreal scene from a movie. Everything was happening so fast, spectators were a screaming blur; but for him, everything flowed in slow motion, and he heard nothing. The boys drained around the final corner, with one hundred meters to go. It was an all out sprint now, a battle for survival as spent legs churned feverishly, running on fumes and instinct… The boys were all up, out of the saddle and pouring every last ounce of energy into the tank. Bo crept forward, slotted in behind the wheel of the third rider. He had to make some kind of move, now… Wanting to go up the left side he shifted his weight, but the rider ahead of him leaned that same way; their wheels almost touched and Bo instantly changed tack. He pushed right; and powered forward, the slingshot effect whipped him forward, alongside the other rider; it was all a dazzling flurry, and at the line he lunged his handlebars forward, taking third position…

The yellow painted finish line whisked past beneath them in a distorted blur. The loudspeaker was blaring an incoherent babble of words as the drained riders dissipated speed, and gradually rolled to a stop. Bo's head wearily drooped over his handlebars, totally exhausted and spent. An arm draped over his shoulder, as one of the other front riders leaned into him, then another. Their helmets rested together in a huddle of boys, all straining for breath. "Well done man…" "That was (pant) friggin wild…" "What a fuckin finish…" All of the winded voices sucking to find their breath.

"That was (pant) totally awesome. (pant) You were great…" It was Jan's voice. Bo looked at him with a huge (though worn out) grin. Bo threw his arms around Jan's shoulders in a congratulatory hug. He turned and looked at another boy walking toward him, in yellow spandex. This was the boy who had finished first. He was two years older than Bo; but he clapped a hand on top of Bo's helmet… "Great ride," he beamed. "Damn you're tough…" He clasped hands with him, and they clapped each other on the back. Bo's eyes anxiously scanned the area, and up into the bleachers. He spotted his grandparents there. They were grinning and applauding, and Bodil happily punched his fist triumphantly in the air.

And there was Eric, standing proudly with a gigantic grin on his face Bo saw him, and a joyful tear filled his eye. Erik pointed to him, then reached back and patted his own chest. A grin covered Bo's face, and he pointed both fingers at it. "I had fun," he mouthed. "Your Awesome…" Erik shouted back.

The riders milled about; some grinning, some sourly disappointed, but all of them exhausted. The group from Bo's cycling team all gathered together, trying to recover in mass. They hugged each other, bumped helmets and exchanged high fives. Greger, the coach beamed, happily as he joined the boys in the group. In the eight years of running his teams competing, this was one of the best overall finishes the Junior Cyclers had ever had. Three riders in the top ten, and two more in the top fifteen. Out of sixty three racers, that was quite an accomplishment. Jan had finished fifth. His strong sprinting skills had closed the gap at the end. Petter had come in right on his wheel in sixth. But he was most proud of Bo, one of his youngest riders. Bo had made the podium, finishing a strong and impressive third. Third, out of sixty three riders. Fantastic. The two boys who had finished first and second, were from Stockholm, and at fourteen and fifteen years old, they were several years older than young Bo. That in itself was a huge statement. Bo had finished less than a bike length back, behind two older and more experienced riders.

They made their way to the grandstand, and as the announcer called out their names, they stepped up to take their positions. Each boy received a medallion. The winner was handed a respectable Silver plated trophy, and both Bo and the second place finisher were given a really neat Acrylic trophy, laser etched, and in the shape of a racing cyclist. When the announcer called out their names, there was loud cheering and whooping; and when Bo's name was called, the local boy seemed to draw the loudest cheers. "Yaaaaa…," Bo thought he heard Erik's voice, even above the others.

Finally the boys were free to join their families. They hurried into the group to receive hugs and congratulations. There were hugs all around for both Jan and Bo. Jan's parents and little brother were ecstatic as they congratulated both boys. Bo's grandparents were thrilled, and genuinely happy to see the joy on Bo's face. And then, saving him for last, Bo went to Erik and threw his arms around him in a tight hug.

"That was awesome," Erik beamed.

"Thanks," Bo said warmly, as he basked in Erik's approval.

"You guys were flying the whole time, it was amazing," Erik said, as Jan joined them in a group hug. They all chatted excitedly for a few minutes. Jan's parents finally had to say their goodbyes, and gave last moment instructions to the boys, as they were now heading off to Stockholm for their anniversary weekend. The boys asked if they could hang around for awhile. They wanted to enjoy all the excitement and commotion of the event, and even watch the next race, which featured the older riders from the Elite category. Bodil and Anneli were more than fine with this. They wanted to go in and do some shopping anyway. They agreed to meet the boys at the bike shop in a few hours, after the next race had finished. Bodil slipped the boys some money, so they could buy some snacks if they wanted.

The boys bought sno-cones, and then hot dogs from some of the vendors around the site. Mikael, Jan's little brother was having fun, happily getting to tag along with all the older boys for a change. They met up with some of the other boys from the cycling team; including Stefan and Kinney, the two boys who were coming over later to spend the day swimming and, well, maybe other stuff… They all had a fun time, just being boys and hanging out together amidst all the commotion and atmosphere of an event like this. They finally settled in at one point along the course to watch the next race, and excitedly cheer on their older team members.

When that race had finished, the boys made their way back to Örebro Cyklar, the bike Shop. After several minutes, Bo's grandparents showed up to pick them up. They piled into the SUV, and drove back out to Jan's place.

"Ok, well… You boys take care, and behave yourselves," Anneli remarked as the boys piled out in the driveway, and grabbed thier gear.

"We will Mormor, thanks," Bo smiled.

"If you need anything…" Bodil suggested as he looked at Erik.

"I think we'll be fine sir. But I'll call if we do," Erik promised. With waves, Bodil and Anneli drove off, heading back to the farm. The boys all looked at each other, with knowing grins, and headed into the house.

Once inside, they tossed their gear up in Jan's bedroom, and then made their way into the kitchen to grab some drinks, and get some snacks ready; which they took outside by the pool. Mikael, Jan's ten year old brother was already peeling off his clothes, and quickly naked, he plunged into the pool to swim in the hot afternoon heat. "Come on," he shouted, at the other boys, wanting them to join him.

"Calm down Mikael," Jan said sternly. "You promised to be cool, right?!"

"Aw, I am… I just want you guys to get in with me," he pleaded.

"We have plenty of time bro, just chill," Jan said, then he looked at Bo and Erik. "I knew he'd be all wired."

"Ah, he's ok…" Bo laughed. "We'll just tie him up somewhere if he gets out of hand," The boys laughed.

"I heard that…" Mikael remarked from the pool. "I'll be good… Geeze."

About that time, the front door bell chimed, and Jan hurried inside to answer it. Stefan and Kinney were standing there, with their backpacks. Stefan's mom had brought them over, and she waved from her car in the drive.

"Ha kul pojkar, (Have fun boys)" she called out. "Ring mig nar det ar dags att komma hem, (Call me when it is time to come home)".

"Hejdå mamma, (Bye mom)" Stefan answered, as he waved to his mother. The other boys waved briefly as well, and they all went inside. Kicking off their shoes and socks, the three of them headed through the house and out to the pool deck where the other boys greeted them.

"Alright, Hej Stefan. Hej Kinney," Waves and smiles were exchanged

"Well, lets get changed, and do some swimming…" Jan suggested, to everyone's agreement.

"Hold on a sec," Erik said. He noticed the four boys were still wearing their team spandex cycling gear. He pulled his iPhone out. "Let me grab a picture of you guys as a group." The four boys arranged themselves together, in their matching spandex outfits, and Erik took several pics of the them. "Cool, thanks…" he grinned.

Jan led the group back to the cedar structure where the sauna, shower and toilet were housed. Once inside, the boys began getting ready. Both Jan and Bo were quick to strip down, and get under the two shower heads to rinse off the sweat and grime from the ride. Stefan pulled off his gear and he stood patiently, waiting his turn at the shower, as he hung his towel on one of the pegs. Stefan was thirteen, but he would turn fourteen next week; he stood about five foot six [1.70 m], with the same lean build as all cyclists have. He had feathery brown, middle length hair and deep brown eyes. Like the other young Swedes, his wasn't circumcised, and his soft adolescent appendage hung loosely at three and a half inches [9 cm], and was crowned with only a sparse offering of fluffy pubes.

Jan turned and eyed him, as he stepped out of the shower. "Ah, one hung low…" he said in his best Asian accent. Referring to Stefan's nuts; the left one dangling somewhat lower than the right. Stefan laughed, and touched his fingers to it.

"Ya… Guess I play with that one too much…" He joked as he took Jan's place in the shower. Bo had finished rinsing off as well; and Erik noticed that Kinney wasn't undressed yet, and since he was ready, Erik stepped into the shower next to Stefan. The other boy glanced down at Erik's junk, as boys do, and noticed that he was circumcised.

"You ain't from around here are ye boy?" Stefan said, trying to have a southern drawl in his voice. Erik grinned at him, then took his boyhood in his fingers.

"Ya, guess I play with it too much… Must of worn the skin right off of it," he teased back, and all the boys had a laugh. Jan and Bo rushed out of the pool house, and leaped naked into the pool. Stefan finished his rinse off, and he peeked out the door toward the pool, where he saw the others swimming naked. "Antar att dett är fri boll tid, (Guess it's free ball time)" he joked.

He scurried out the door and with a loud hoot, did a running cannon ball into the pool next to Mikael, splashing him. Erik was still standing under the shower, and he looked out toward Kinney. The boy was dawdling there, stalling for time, with his back to Erik.

"You coming Kinney?" Erik asked softly.

"Uhh, ya…" The boy answered timidly. "I'll uh… Be out in a second. You go on ahead," he said softly. Erik instantly felt for the kid. Kinney was a shy twelve year old, and clearly he was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Ok man. Come on out when your ready. It's cool…" Erik offered. He stepped out of the shower and grabbing up a towel he headed for the door. Kinney turned his head briefly.

"Erik?" he said quietly.

"Ya, sup?" Erik stopped.

"Is it okay if I wear my bathing suit?" Kinney asked, embarrassed. Erik walked back over to the boy and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey… Don't worry about it bud. Of course you can wear your swim suit. Look…" He turned the boy around to face him. "No one cares, it's all good. We're all friends."

"It's just… I'm just… Well…" Kinney stammered.

"Ahh, you don't have to explain, it's cool… Come on, I'll tell you what…" Erik said, and he stepped back over to the bench where he had piled his clothes. He grabbed into the pile and retrieved the sport shorts that he had been wearing. Stooping, Erik stepped back into them, and pulled them up his hips.

He smiled at Kinney, and walked back over to him. "Look, I'll wear my shorts too. It's no big deal," The youngster looked up at him, feeling relieved.

"Thanks Erik," he said quietly; and quite surprisingly, he reached out and hugged Erik

"No prob…" Erik returned, as he wrapped his arms around the boy's soft bare shoulders. Their torsos pressed warmly into one another. "Come on out when you're ready," he said as they broke the brief hug. Erik stepped toward the door.

"Wait, please…" Kinney asked. He turned his back to Erik, and with a settling breath he pulled off his spandex riding shorts, and fumbled with his swim trunks; trying to step into them quickly. Erik looked at the boy's youthful body. He was lean like the other boys, and had a cute indented dimple on the sides of his butt cheeks. As the boy nervously struggled to pull on his suit, he stumbled a bit when his foot caught in one of the leg openings. Erik darted out his hand to catch the boy as he began to fall. Kinney's body turned slightly toward him as he did, and Erik was afforded a quick look at the youngsters boy bits. Kinney quickly recovered, and hurriedly pulled his swim suit up around his hips, safely covered.

He stood there, and smiled shyly over at Erik as they grabbed a couple of towels for themselves. When they started for the door, Erik glanced over at him. "Just so you know…" he said, looking toward Kinney's mid section. "I think you look good down there. Nothing to be shy about," Kinney blushed a little; but at the same time he thought that was a pretty cool thing for Erik to have said. They walked out to the pool deck and tossed their towels onto the lounge chairs, as Jan's little brother quickly looked over at them.

"Hey… What's with the swim suits?" he blurted out, causing Kinney to feel a little self conscious.

"Håll käft Mikael… (Shut up)" Jan scolded him. "Everyone can do what they want to. It's cool. Come on guys, jump in…" Erik dove, and Kinney jumped into the pool; and within minutes the boys were all splashing, and laughing happily as they played in the water.

For over an hour, the six boys frolicked about in the hot afternoon sun. They played some 'ball tag' (No, it's not what you're thinking), and even got into a round or two of Marco Polo, which led to a few underwater 'grabs'. (Yes, now it's exactly what you are thinking…) They played for a long time.

"Dude, I'm kinda hungry. Got anything to snack on?" Stefan asked, as he pulled himself out of the water.

"Oh shit… Forgot all about that, sorry. Ya we have all sorts of stuff. Come on, let's go grab some stuff from the kitchen," Jan said, climbing out of the pool. Bo hopped out also, and the boys toweled themselves off; still naked they headed inside the house.

"I'll be right there, gotta pee first," Erik said, as he got out of the water.

"Ya, me too," Kinney added, as Erik walked across the pool deck and headed into the pool house. He walked into the small bathroom without closing the door, and stood in front of the toilet. Kinney entered the pool house, and he stood patiently just outside the bathroom. Erik glanced back over his shoulder as he fished his dick out of his shorts. "Hey. Come on in, it's alright."

Kinney looked nervous, and he finally shuffled forward without much enthusiasm. "Come on then…" Erik repeated. "Friends can pee together," Kinney stepped forward shyly and stood next to Erik in front of the toilet. He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his swim suit and stood there a moment, as Erik's stream began to splash in the bowel. The younger boy shyly glanced at Erik's penis, but then he quickly looked back down. He seemed to consider things for a second, and then he pulled his trunks down in front a little, and fished his own willy out of them. He stood there, pointing his uncircumcised wiener toward the toilet. Erik looked over at him, with a smile. "See… That's not so bad," he said, as he looked down at the younger boy's member. "Don't be shy man. You look just like everybody else… Well, except for me," Erik indicated his own penis. Kinney looked over at it, as Erik continued to pee into the bowl. "I'm the only one who's cut," Erik said to him. "So, if anyone feels awkward, it should be me," Kinney looked up to Erik's face, and he saw a friendly smile there. He liked Erik, and finally feeling relaxed, his own stream of pee began to flow.

He looked back at Erik's dick. He had seen it earlier when they were changing, but now he got his first close look at a circumcised boy part.

"I think yours looks good like that too," he said quietly.

"Really? Thanks Kinney," Erik smiled warmly, hoping to make the other boy relax even more. He had finished peeing, but he left himself hanging out till Kinney's stream trickled off to the last few squirts. "You know what? If you pull your foreskin back, our dicks look exactly the same," Kinney looked up at him, then back down to his boy part. He considered a moment, then slid the foreskin back off the head of his young penis. He glanced back and forth between his, and Erik's boy parts.

"Mines kinda small," he said quietly.

"Kinney, you're twelve. It looks just right to me."

"It's not near as big as Bo's, and he's the same age," Kinney observed.

"And I don't have any hairs yet, and he does," Erik looked at him and smiled again softly.

"So? Dude it's not a contest. Bo is like, almost thirteen. And everyone develops at different times. Look, I'm seventeen, and as much as I hate to admit it; mine is really average. And I'm kinda short too, but I don't let it bother me."

Kinney looked up at Erik. He knew the older boy was trying to make him feel better, and he appreciated. it. "So… You wanna go in and get something to eat," Kinney asked.

"Ya buddy… I'm hungry, come on…" He tucked himself away, and walked out of the bathroom. Kinney followed him toward the door.

"Uh… Wait a sec," Kinney said softly. He turned and walked to the changing benches where his backpack and other clothes were. He stood there a moment with his back to Erik; thinking, and conjuring up his nerve. Without another word, he grabbed his swim suit and pulled it down his legs; stepping out of it. He took a deep breath, and shyly he turned around, with his hands hanging awkwardly in front of him. He was kind of trying to cover himself, but, at the same time, not.

Erik looked at the vulnerable naked boy standing there, and he smiled at him. Kinney did have a nice little body. His young penis was shy of three inches [7 cm], but it was nicely shaped with a tight little scrunch of foreskin at its tip. His testicles hung in a smooth sac of silk, slightly down from his groin.

"Wow… You know, you look absolutely normal to me," Erik said as he walked over to the benches. He pulled his own sport shorts off and tossed them back onto the pile. He looked again at Kinney, and admired the his smooth bare pubic mound. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked. Kinney nodded, and seeing Erik stand there comfortably with his hands on his hips; he let his own hands rest loosely at his sides. "Ok…" He breathed. "Lets go," The two boys walked out of the pool room; and with Erik leading the way, they walked boldly into the house and then the kitchen.

Bo saw them as they walked in, and he smiled a pleased grin when he noticed Kinney, butt naked. He tapped Jan on the arm, and pointed. Jan turned his head, and he smiled as well. "All right Kinney…" Jan said as he and Bo both gave the youngster high fives. Kinney was only slightly embarrassed by the attention.

"So whatcha' got to eat?" he asked boldly; changing the subject.

"I'm makin' sandwiches," Jan offered. "What kind do you want?" And with that, Kinney quickly seemed to blend in to the 'naked' thing. No one made any remarks, and Bo even put his arm around Kinney's shoulders at one point, as they laughed, and tossed grapes through the air into each others mouths. With a bunch of food and drinks, the boys carried everything back outside to the table where they all sat around stuffing their faces for awhile. The grape tossing continued again, until suddenly it escalated into a grape war. The soft little grapes were flying everywhere, and splattering on naked bodies as the free for all continued. At one point, Jan seemed to become the main target, and after taking one in the nuts (thrown by his little brother), Jan dove into the pool to escape.

All of them piled into the water then, into a tangled mass of boys as they jumped on one another; playfully splashing and dunking one another. Some grab ass began to sneak into the fray, and soon that too escalated into some well placed gropes. Kinney didn't grab for anyone's private parts, he was still a little shy about something like that; if not a little worried that he might pop a boner. He tried to work himself to the side of the pool without being noticed; but suddenly arms wrapped around him, and his boy bits were being firmly held in someone's hands. They rolled under water, and everything twisted around. He never even saw which one of the boys had juggled his junk. Surprising even himself though, Kinney dove under water and grabbed someone else. When they surfaced, he was face to face with Erik, with his hand firmly squeezing Erik's spongy length. Erik laughed at him, then taking in a mouthful of water he squirted it in Kinney's face. The boys were all hooting, and squealing with delight as the horseplay continued. With several of the boys chasing him, Mikael pulled himself up onto the edge pool. He stood and faced the pool, and his little ten year old dick was standing up stiffly, and pointing to the afternoon sky.

"Ahhh, haa…" Stefan pointed. "Mikaels' got a boner…" He laughed, and everyone else looked over at the youngster standing at the pools edge. Mikael couldn't care less, and he bent his knees a bit, and put his arms out to the sides, looking left, then right.

"Walk like an Egyptian… Uhh, uhh…" He began to sing and dance around, wiggling his hips so his young stiffy bounced off his bare belly. All the boys cracked up at the hilarious antics. Bo clambered up onto the pool deck laughing. He stood next to Mikael, and began to do the dance alongside him. "Walk like an Egyptian…" he sang the old Steve Martin song, and pumped his hips around. His own young prick began to plump then as it playfully bounced off his thighs and belly.

Young Kinney couldn't stop laughing, and to his own surprise, as he pulled himself out of the pool, he too had more than a mild case of erection. He blushed a deep red at first, and covered himself with his hands. He looked around, a little panicked, till he saw Erik smile warmly at him. Erik swam over near him. "It's ok… Look around," Erik directed. Kinney looked over at the other boys. Bo and Mikael were still bouncing around, their young stiffs standing at full attention; and they weren't embarrassed in the least. Kinney glanced back at Erik and smiled softly. "You're pretty cool," he said, and then he leaped back into the water, splashing Erik. The other boys joined in, leaping into the pool as well, and the tangle of boys began anew. Both Bo and Kinney climbed onto Erik's back trying to dunk him. Kinney's still hard member pressed into, and slid across Erik's smooth warm skin, causing Kinney to shiver delightedly. He was quite surprised at how nice that had felt to him. The boys tousled around for another twenty minutes, and one by one they pulled themselves up onto the pool deck to rest.

By now, the boys were all feeling a little worn. They had ridden a long and grueling race earlier in the day; and now had played hard in the pool for the past few hours.

"Hey…" Jan offered. "I'm gonna go turn on the sauna, so we can all go in there in a little while if you guys want to."

"That sounds pretty good," Stefan said, as he crawled up and sat on the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water. "My thighs are kinda stiff from the race today."

"Ya, I'm a little stiff too…" Bo grinned as he stood, and grabbed his crotch. And everyone started laughing at his little play on words.

"Nice one, boner boy," Jan chided, as he walked toward the pool house. Erik climbed out of the pool then, and as he walked over to the table to grab a soda, he swatted Bo playfully on his wet, naked butt as he walked past.

"Hey…" Bo squealed indignantly. "You're gonna pay for that mister…" Erik looked back at him with a grin.

"Oh, whatcha' gonna do?" He mocked. "Dance like an Egyptian on me?" And playfully he imitated Bo's little dance. The boys grinned at each other. Payback would come later…

Everyone snacked on some of the goodies at the table, and after ten minutes or so, the sauna was all warmed up and ready to go. "Come on, sauna's ready," Jan suggested. And with that, the six naked boys grabbed up their towels and headed inside. Two at a time, the boys slipped under the showers to rinse the chlorine off of themselves, and then head into the sauna. Kinney and Mikael were the last two under the showers, and with the other boys having already gone into the sauna; Mikael kept looking at the other boys junk.

"Can I touch your wiener?" He suddenly, and boldly asked Kinney.

"What?" Kinney was more than a bit surprised. "Wh… Why would you wanna do that?" he asked.

"Cause it feels good silly," The precocious ten year old answered honestly, as they continued to shower. "So… Can I?" he asked again.

"Please…?"

"No," Kinney answered a bit shyly, and he blushed slightly.

"Why not," Mikael persisted. "You can touch mine…" He offered. Kinney turned slightly away to hide his now stiffening boy part, and he blushed again. "It's alright, I know you have a boner," Mikael said. "I do too…"

Kinney peeked back at him, and the younger boys dick was indeed pointing skyward again. He looked over toward the sauna door to be sure no one could see, and then he turned toward Mikael.

"Ok, just like, real quick though," he reached out and took the youngsters warm tube into his hand. Mikael reached over and did the same; squeezing Kinney's erection in his small fingers. Kinney shivered at the warm touch. Except for the few quick gropes in the pool, no one had ever touched his dick before. He closed his eyes for a moment, and there was a slight hitch in his breathing. This was yet another new experience for him today, and it felt… Awesome.

With one last squeeze, Kinney let go of the younger boy's stiff cocklet, and then pulled his free as well. "Did you like it?" Mikael asked. Kinney could only nod in answer. "Cool. Let's go get in the sauna with the other boys."

"What? Right now? I have a hard on," Kinney said.

"So! Just wrap a towel around you, no one will know. Besides, I don't think yours will be the only boner in there…" Mikael smiled slyly.

"Huh? What does that mean?" he asked. But Mikael only grinned at him, as he opened the door and walked into the sauna.

Chapter Twelve
The Sauna

In the last Chapter: The big Criterium Bike Race took place, with both Bo and Jan doing surprisingly well. After the excitement of the race, the boys went back to Jan's house. With his is parents, gone for the weekend, they had arranged for Erik to 'baby sit' the three boys, and two of their friends from the cycling team. The afternoon was spent swimming, and 'playing' in the pool. Now, after showering, the boys headed into the sauna, to relax tired muscles from the race. Jan's younger brother Mikael, and Kinney, a twelve year old from the cycling team; timidly 'explored' each other in the shower, and were now heading into the sauna.

Kinney stood there for a moment, and then he tightly wrapped a towel around his waist, trying to conceal his still stiff boy part. The twelve year old was feeling excited curiosity, and apprehension at the same time. Gathering his nerve though, he pulled open the cedar door of the sauna and walked inside; where he glanced around the small enclosure. There were wooden benches lining each of the walls, at various heights; and little Kinney, Jan's ten year old brother was just settling in on the upper bench to his right. Along the back wall, Stefan was sitting on his towel on the lower bench, with his eyes closed and leaning back against the warm cedar wall. Jan was lying stretched out on his back, on the same bench. He turned to see Bo and Erik were on the upper bench on the left side. Erik was sitting, and Bo was laying next to him, with his head resting lightly on Erik's leg.

"Come up here with me," Mikael called down to him. Kinney glanced around the small room once, then stepping up on the lower bench, still holding his towel around himself, he hopped up alongside the younger boy. Mikael smiled briefly at him as Kinney sat there with his legs dangling off the bench, and his hands folded protectively in his lap.

Kinney slowly gazed around the sauna again, looking in turn at each of the other naked boys. Below him, Jan continued to lie comfortably on his back; with his eyes closed, and his flaccid boy stick rested loosely on his right thigh. Little Kinney looked away and blushed; hoping that no one had noticed him looking at Jan's privates. Still though, curiosity brought his eyes quickly back again. He seemed to be interested in the small incoming patch of light pubes. He glanced at Stefan who was still sitting, but leaning back on the wall; and his eyes found Stefan's private area as well, which were also topped by a small patch of soft brown hairs. Kinney swallowed nervously.

Absently, he reached under the top edge of his towel, and ran his finger across his own, bare pubic mound; wondering when he might get some sprouts there like the other boys. He looked across the sauna at Erik, who sat on the top bench directly across from him. Erik had the most pubes of course, being the oldest boy there. Still, it was only a moderately tight patch of fluffy brown; and Kinney really liked the way it looked. He glanced up at Erik, and was surprised to see the other boy was looking in his direction. He blushed, wondering if the older boy had seen him peeking at his stuff; but Erik only smiled a warm relaxed grin. Kinney looked down again for a moment; his hands still in his lap covering a stiffy that wouldn't go away. Shyly he peeked back up at Erik again, who had his eyes closed now. Bo's head was still resting lightly on his thigh, and Erik's hand was meandering softly in small circles as he gently rubbed Bo's bare chest. It seemed curious to Kinney; this contact between the other two boys. It seemed, well, naughty to him somehow. But at the same time amazingly tender, and inviting. He smiled slightly to himself; and he began to wish that he was the one who was lying there with Erik. His gaze shifted more to Bo; who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the soft subtle stroking from the other boy. He looked so comfortable with his head casually on Erik's thigh; and as Kinney looked him over, he noticed that Bo's pubescent appendage was standing up solidly, pointing toward his belly. Kinney blushed again, as he looked with naughty indulgence at what was happening just feet away from him.

He looked away again; not knowing how he should be feeling about it. Kinney felt a warmth against his shoulder. He glanced to his right, to see that Mikael had leaned into him a bit, and their shoulders were touching.

"Looks cool huh…?" Mikael whispered quietly to him, as he indicated Erik and Bo on the opposite bench. Kinney glanced quickly back across at the other two boys; then down again into his own lap. "Told you… Yours wouldn't be the only boner in here," little Mikael grinned. Kinney swallowed, still feeling a little embarrassed. He knew that Mikael was still looking at him; and now, not only were their shoulders touching, but Mikael was softly rubbing the bottom of his bare foot softly across the top of Kinney's. He wondered if it was innocent contact, or a suggestive invitation.

Below them, Jan rolled over onto his stomach, lying on top of his towel. The warmth of the sauna was causing all the boys to be covered in a fine sheen of sweat now. "Will some one give me a rub?" Jan asked to no one in particular.

"Om jag får en också! (If I get one too!)" Stefan replied, reverting back to Swedish.

"Ja naturligtvis… (Yes, of course)" Jan prompted. The other boy slowly got up off the bench, and looked around as he stood near Jan. There were some thin, cut, birch tree branches with the leaves still on them in a little hopper near the door; and Stefan pulled out a small one, and stood over Jan. With gentle swipes, he began softly swatting Jan's naked body with the damp warm leaves. Erik looked on with interest, a bit confused at the sight. "Uhh, so what's that about?" he asked. Bo glanced upward at him.

"It's kind of a custom. It's supposed to get your circulation going, and clean the skin and stuff," Bo explained.

"Really? Seems kind of barbaric to me…" Erik joked, as he watched. Jan's skin seemed to flush a bit from it; so Stefan put the branch down, and then stooping over Jan, be began massaging the other boy's shoulders and upper back. Jan moaned appreciatively at the soothing rub.

"Do me too…" Bo requested, as he tilted his head back again, and looked at Erik.

"Uhh… Do you mean massage, or…" Erik teased, as he slid his hand closer towards Bo's mid section. Bo laughed and swatted playfully at his hand.

"I mean massage," he answered. "At least for now," he added as an afterthought.

"Turn around then," Erik directed, as he changed his position on the bench. Bo shifted himself around, and scootched up alongside him. Since they were on the bench, Erik straddled him, kneeling across his thighs. Erik leaned forward, and began a firm massage of the boy's wet back. His fingers kneaded the warm soft flesh, enjoying the skin to skin contact. Downward, his thumbs swirled into Bo's naked flesh along his spine; down over his firm white buttocks. He rubbed there, and taking Bo's hips into his hands, he pulled upward slowly, sensually. Bo sighed pleasantly as Erik's hands pushed his hips back down into the towel beneath him; grinding his stiffened tube into the padding of the cloth. Erik smiled, and slid his hands forward again; sliding them up Bo's moist, sweat lubricated back.

Across the small sauna, Kinney looked on, fascinated by the sensual nature of what he was watching. Still wrapped behind the towel, his own young prick remained interestingly erect. Suddenly he became aware of Jan's little brother, who was still leaning shoulder to shoulder with him. He glanced over, to see the younger boy was squeezing his own little erection. Kinney blushed again, when Mikael looked at him. "What… What are you doing?" he asked in hushed tones.

"Enjoying the show…" Mikael answered back honestly. Kinney glanced back at the other boys. Stefan was still standing over Jan, massaging his thighs now; and the look on Jan's face was one of contentment, as his young hips were being rocked gently from side to side. He gazed up at Bo and Erik, and he swallowed as he watched Erik's fingers dip in between Bo's rounded cheeks, in soft circular motions that made Bo moan delightedly. Kinney's face was totally red with embarrassment. His hands were actually shaking a little as he watched the erotic rubdown.

"Whoa… He's rubbing inside his butt cheeks…" Kinney breathed, half aloud to himself; partially confused, and partially in interested awe. He suddenly noticed now, that he was softly squeezing his own stiff prick without even realizing it.

He swallowed, and blinked his eyes rapidly, as if coming out of a stupor. He could feel the soft motion of Mikael now, as the other boy was gently playing with himself; their shoulders and feet still touching.

"Whoa…" Kinney breathed again. "Jag måste pissa… (I gotta pee.)" Clutching the towel around him, Kinney scooted off the upper bench, and hopped onto the warm floor of the sauna. He padded quickly out of the sauna into the cooler air of the outer room; and then stepped into the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, he pulled the towel up to access himself. He stood there trying to get his stiff little pickle to cooperate; but it simply wouldn't respond, nor relax. There was a slight noise behind him.

"Hey, everything ok?" Mikael asked as he stepped through the door.

"Uh… Ya. I just gotta pee is all," Kinney replied, as he stood there doing nothing. He peeked back over his shoulder at the younger boy, who stood there with an odd grin on his face.

"It's hard to pee with a boner, huh…?" Mikael said, matter of factly. He boldly stepped forward, and shouldered in alongside Kinney at the toilet. They both stood there looking at each other for a moment. Mikael looked down at the other boy's stiff member for a moment. "Come on…" he suggested.

Mikael turned and walked out into the pool house, where he stood and waited a moment, until Kinney joined him. "Come on then," he smiled. Kinney followed the ten year old out across the pool deck and into the main house. The boys stopped in the kitchen for a moment to grab a soda, and then Mikael took hold of his hand and led him up the hardwood stairs to his room.

"What are we doing?" Kinney asked curiously, as Mikael closed the door behind them.

"Vill spela? (Want to play?)" Mikael asked him.

"Vad…? (What?) What kind of play?" Kinney asked suspiciously.

"Du Vet… (You know.)" Mikael smiled sheepishly at him. Kinney blushed again, and then the younger boy walked across the room, and jumped up onto his bed; standing there, still naked, he began to hop up and down on it like it was a trampoline.

"Come on…" Mikael invited, as the other boy looked at him suspiciously, if not a little intrigued. Finally Kinney walked over and hopped up on the queen size bed. With the towel still around his waist, he began jumping up and down with Mikael. The younger boy giggled a little bit.

"You don't need that," Mikael said, as he pointed at the towel around the other boy's waist. They continued to hop. Kinney considered it for a moment, and then letting go of the towel, he let it fall onto the springy bed. The boy's bounced in unison for a moment, and then to steady themselves they reached out and took each others hands, lacing their fingers together. After a dozen or more bounces they stopped hopping, and stood face to face looking at each other. Mikael reached out boldly, curiously, and gently took Kinney's semi hard boy tube into his fingers. Kinney shivered again at the touch, and with just a resolute grin, and little hesitation he returned the gesture; fondling the younger boy's package in his fingers. The boy's smiled timidly as they fingered one another, then, playfully peeled back each other's foreskins. "Yours is kinda red. Like my brother's," Mikael remarked of the other boy's glans.

"Yours is kind of pink… Pinky red…" Kinney laughed as he rubbed his finger over the younger boy's pee slit. Both boys were fully erect now, and both smiled sheepishly at this naughty, but pleasurable exploration.

"Have you… Have you ever, you know, kissed anyone?" Kinney asked, awkwardly.

"My mom and dad," Mikael replied. "And…" A long pause.

"And who?" Kinney begged.

"Uhh… My brother," The youngster said, and he seemed to blush a little.

"Really? Well, he's your brother right, so that's not weird," Kinney assured him, as they stood closely together on the bed.

"Sooo… Have you kissed anyone then?" Mikael asked curiously in return.

"Well, ya… You know, my parents and stuff. And, there was this girl… Uhh, in school. I kissed her once."

"Did you like it?" Mikael asked quickly.

"It was okay I guess," he giggled softly. The boys looked at each other quietly for a moment. There was little doubt in either of their minds where this was leading. Kinney's young penis twitched against him.

"Sooo, you wanna?" Mikael asked quietly.

"I guess. I mean, if you want to?!" Came the innocent reply. They stood timidly for a moment. The gap between them wavering a bit. Then in the same instant they leaned toward each other. Their noses bumped, and they froze a moment, each awkwardly working out the details in his own head.

The gap closed, and blindly innocent lips met for a brief touch before pulling apart. "That… That was ok," Kinney whispered, and timidly they closed together again. The contact was longer this time, and a little wetter. Both boy's giggled a bit.

"Open your mouth a little," Mikael suggested. "That's the way me and my brother kissed," Kinney pulled back a little, eyes wide.

"No shit?" He breathed; a little surprised. Mikael nodded at him, and the two boy's slowly leaned together again; this time with parted lips. Boys aren't stupid; they know things, even if they haven't experienced them. It was only a few heartbeats, but first one boy's tongue, and then the other, met in a brief touch at center stage. Kinney's tongue pressed forward then, inquisitively into Mikael's mouth making wet contact. He quickly pulled it back; but Mikael's tongue followed it back into Kinney's mouth. The boys giggled as they exchanged a little spit; and breathing excitedly the oral exploration continued. Kinney could feel his young shaft twitch a time or two; and suddenly he began to feel all happy inside…

Meanwhile, out in the sauna, the other two sets of boys continued their relaxing massage. Though Jan and Stefan had no sexual intentions, (only because Jan wasn't sure if Stefan was into boy play) that didn't prevent them from boning up under each other's soft rubbing and skin contact. Stefan was semi hard when he finished giving Jan a once over; and when Jan rolled off the bench for his turn, his wanker was standing up firmly against his tummy. "Dude…" Stefan called out, and he snickered when he saw it.

"Oh ya, like you're all innocent, sausage boy," Jan teased, as he reached over and tweaked the other boy's half staff. Both boys grinned and chuckled. Stefan took his turn, lying on the bench; and he had to reach beneath himself to find a comfortable position for his semi hard 'sausage' to rest. Jan stood over him now, having picked up the droopy birch branch. He swatted Stefan lightly, if not teasingly on the butt with it. After several minutes, he tossed the branch aside and stooped over his cycling team mate, and wrapped his hands over his trap muscles, near his neck. He began a firm back rub, which the other boy clearly was enjoying.

Above them on the upper bench, Bo had just rolled over onto his back. His whole body was dripping sweat from the humidity of the sauna. Equally soaked, Erik took one of Bo's wet feet tenderly into his hands, and began rubbing him. As before, he massaged deeply into the other boy's damp skin; sensually touching every square inch of Bo's incredible boy body, as he slowly worked his warm hands up Bo's long firm legs. He took his time, as he could feel that Bo's thighs were still very tight from the grueling bike race earlier in the day. The youngster appreciated the careful and thorough attention; and with his hands back under his head for a pillow; he watched Erik almost lovingly caress his tired leg muscles. Bo smiled up at him and closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the rubdown.

After a few minutes, Jan was finishing his own massage on Stefan. He glanced up at Bo and Erik, and he could tell they were starting to get frisky with each other. With a sly smile, he looked down at Stefan, and swatted him on the butt.

"Come on," he said. "Lets go out to the pool. This heat in here is draining me." With that, he and Stefan headed out of the Sauna, and quickly rinsed off in the shower. They made their way back outside to lounge by the pool. Jan looked around suddenly remembering, and wondering where his little brother and Kinney had gotten off to. A knowing smile crossed his lips, and he shook his head. Det lilla hornen hund… (That little horn dog…) he thought. He shook his head and laughed.

Inside the Sauna, Erik's massage had reached a critical juncture. That being Bo's crotch. He stopped and smiled, then leaned down and stuck his wet sweaty face in Bo's business. He nuzzled around wetly, rubbing his nose and lips over the youngsters expanding, moist tube.

"Mmmm…" Bo moaned. "That's sooo nice," he moved his fingers through Erik's hair, as Erik continued his tender boy plunder, nuzzling and kissing at the erotic package. Bo was hot, and totally damp with perspiration, and Erik licked it off his young nuts, and spongy hard length. Bo raised his hips with each lick, drawn to the sensual touch of Erik's tongue; and then Erik sucked him in, taking Bo's turgid tool into his mouth. He sucked slowly at it, tracing his tongue around the ridge of his young friend's glans. Erik savored the boy flavored sweat in his mouth, and he could taste the sticky sweet of pre cum starting to leak out, as he stimulated Bo's young tube steak. He pulled off of the boy's penis, leaving a thin threadlike sticky strand dangling off his lip.

Looking up into Bo's soft blue eyes, he longed for him. Erik moved forward, lying his wet body on top of Bo; their hot, sweat soaked skin mingled and sealed together. Their lips came together like soft boy magnets as their tongues sought to taste each other.

"Mmmmfff…," Bo's muffled moan, as he sucked Erik's tongue. Their hard young bodies slid together, lubricated by their pure lust for each other. They ground against one another; stimulation charging electrically between them. "Mmm… Mm…" The boys managed to roll over, and Bo was on top now, laying between Erik's thighs; dick to dick, stomach to stomach, chest against heaving chest. Bo's young pelvis instinctively began humping up and down into him. His young white butt cheeks bouncing with urgency as his penis dripped pre-love onto Erik's soft pubic mound. They hungered for each other; horny hands and arms coiled around one another, searching and feeling blindly for any purchase. Bo's hips continued to thrum up and down… "Mmmm… Oh, ohhhh god…," Erik moaned as his insides burned with lustful madness. Erik could feel himself building up, and his hands trained on Bo's hips, encouraging his thrusts. Bo's tight little butt cheeks continued to bounce up and down in syncopated rhythm; his balls slapping gently against Erik's with each downward thrust. Both boys moaned with pleasure under the intense humping barrage.

"Knulla… (fuck) Ohhh, shit…," Bo managed to pant through clenched teeth. His young insides tensed, and seized. He could feel the burning sauce pouring up his urethra as his hips continued to pound against Erik; and then…

A gusher of heated boy seed ejaculated forcefully out of him. Another soupy spurt, and another… His loins were gripped in ecstasy as the spasms continued to spit out his sticky goo. His young pucker was clenched in a vice like grip, and now his hips slapped into pools of his own boy cream. Erik had experienced it all. The hot juices that Bo had erupted onto his pubes and skin. It was so erotic that the two boys had connected as one. Triggered by the squishy wet thrusts of Bo's cock; Erik moaned and lost his load. "Ahhhh… AAHHH…" Cum squirted from him in staccato pulses, to join and mix with the sticky mess already pooled between them. His eyes were squeezed tight and his boy pole throbbed relentlessly. He shuddered violently and then some unseen force seemed to pull the plug, and he went limp, as he sucked for breath. The heat of the boy on top of him, enveloped and blended with his own. Erik could feel the runaway pounding beat of Bo's heart, thumping against his own chest. The boys could only lay there weakly, wrapped in each other; as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Bo lifted his sweat covered face from Erik's neck. They looked at each other, and shared a long wet kiss.

"Are we… Are we still alive…?" Erik asked.

"I know…" Bo whimpered. "That was… Infuckingcredible…" He grinned weakly and Erik kissed him again, and idly stroked Bo's back with tender care.

After a few more minutes tender soft kisses, Bo slowly pushed himself up off of Erik. Multiple threads of sticky mess were strung between them.

"Whoa…" He laughed at the strings of boy cheese. Erik reached out with a smile, and ran his hands through the glistening drippings on Bo's abdomen. He slid his palms upward, and rubbed it all over Bo's young chest and boyish nipples. They laughed, as Bo returned the favor; and then they licked and sucked playfully at each other's fingers. Finally they pulled themselves off the bench, and walked out to the showers, where they stood together under one shower head; tenderly, lovingly washing each other clean. Somewhere, outside they could hear Jan and Stefan splashing in the pool. But they paid it no mind.

Upstairs in Mikael's bedroom, the other two boys had continued their own experimentation. Their innocent first time explorations led them to new found delights at every turn. From the first taste of another probing tongue, to a sensual search of each others now awakened bodies. Kinney sucked at the other boy's nipples. Lapping at them like a young pup at its mothers teat; and Mikael squealed delightedly at the new pleasurable feelings. Eventually they had spun around into a makeshift sixty nine position, each wanting to explore close up, what till now had always been at arms length. Closely, innocently they examined each other's tidbits. Kinney marveled at the other boys parchment thin foreskin; the tiny veins and soft flexibility of it as he moved it back and forth in his fingers. He sniffed at it; even ventured his tongue out to touch it softly. His fingers searched the ten year olds srcotum, and played over Mikael's tender, grape size testies. He leaned in closely to sniff the young burgeoning nuts.

On the other end of things, Mikael was engaged in the same somewhat timid exploration; as he pulled at, sniffed, and licked everything of interest. Softly touching the other boys glans, he spread the boy's piss slit. There was a clear wetness there, but not piss. It seemed thicker somehow. His tongue poked at the opening to test it. Oddly sweet on his young tongue.

"Mmm…" he whispered, more to himself than to Kinney. He looked closely at the soft skin of Kinney's pubic mound, just above his wiener.

"Whoa… You have some little blond hairs here…" he said aloud.

"Really?" Kinney said excitedly; pleased at the prospect of incoming pubes.

"Ya. They're like really soft," Mikael responded, as he rubbed them lightly with his fingertip. "So cool…" And then, because he was licking everything else, he ran his tongue over them as well.

"Hhh, hu," Kinney giggled at the soft wet touch. They continued their inquisition of each other, eventually making their way around to each other's backside. Each boy examined the others tight pink pucker. Kinney, not at all sure about it, timidly sniffed near Mikael's little hole. He was surprised to find that it wasn't really unpleasant. It was musky, boy like. With a finger, he touched at it, and he giggled again when it seemed to clamp tightly shut at his touch.

Licking his finger a little, he rubbed it over the other boy's opening, and wiggled it there. Mikael lifted his little rump in response. "Stick it in further…" he requested in whispered tones. Kinney licked his finger again, and then gently pressed it inward, into the squishy warmth. Both boys were intrigued by this new sensation. "Do mine now," Kinney requested, as he pulled his finger free. The boys shifted positions, and Mikael made the same quest. After an inquisitive sniff or two, and being a little more adventurous; he touched the tip of his tongue on Kinney's rosebud. Satisfied, he suckled his finger until it was sufficiently lubricated, and then he probed Kinney's opening for awhile. With both boy's sufficiently aroused, and their inquisitive nature temporarily satiated, they smiled at each other.

"Vill du jerk varandra? (Wanna jack each other?)" Kinney suggested.

"Oranera! (Masturbate!)" Mikael smiled. "Ja, tack… (Yes, please…)" The boy's shifted around till their naked bodies were once again in sort of a sixty nine position. They eagerly took each others stiff pecker into their fingers and began pumping away. Within a few minutes there was a chorus of soft moans eminating from the room.

Jan meanwhile, had come into the house to grab some more Pepsi's for everyone. Out of curiosity though, he stopped and padded softly up the stairs and down the hall; stopping just outside his brother's bedroom door. He leaned in close with his ear to the panel, and he could hear soft moans, and an occasional giggle. He smiled to himself and let curiosity get the best of him. Carefully he twisted the door handle, and pushed it open a few inches.

"Oh man…" he breathed to himself. His little brother, and shy little Kinney were jerking each other into a wild frenzy; both of them writhing, and twitching about there on Mikael's bed. In truth, he was pleasantly surprised to see his little brother going at it like that. He smiled wistfully, and then he had the sudden urge to go in and join in with them. He knew that Kinney was shy though, and the sudden intrusion would surely embarrass him, or even freak him out.

Jan reached down and fingered his own boy length, which was beginning to plump a bit. "That sucks," he whispered out loud to himself. "Everyone's getting to play, but me…"

"We can change that…" said a quiet whisper from behind him. Surprised, Jan turned to see Stefan standing right behind him, looking over his shoulder at the boys beyond the door.

"Uhh… Wha…?" Jan was embarrassed that he had been peeking in at his brother, and pulling the door shut, he turned to look at Stefan. "I, uhh, was just checking in on my brother," he muttered.

"And that gave you a hard on!?" Stefan remarked with a smile, as he reached out and squeezed Jan's stiff boy pickle. "So, I was thinking you weren't into doing stuff like this; but, I guess you are," Stefan remarked, or, was it a question. Jan looked at the other boy with a crooked grin.

"Come on…" he said. The two boys walked across the hall and into Jan's bedroom. They had jerked off a few times together in the past, months and months ago, before either of them could cum. But neither of them had the nerve to take it any further, so things kind of died on the vine back then.

The boys hopped up on the bed, lying naked on their sides and facing one another. They looked at each other now and chuckled. "Member the last times when we jerked off together last winter?" Jan asked.

"Ja… But then the next time I came over, we never did anything more. So I figured you didn't really want to," Stefan told him.

"Hmm… That's cause my little brother kept hangin around with us that night. Trying to sneak in and stuff. I didn't want him to catch us, and I was afraid we'd get caught."

"Ya…" Stefan laughed. "And look at him now… He's a little pervert," Both boys cracked up at that.

"So, I guess you can cum now, huh?" Jan prompted.

"Ja… You can too, right?"

"Duh… Like a horse," Jan said, and both boys laughed again.

"Sooo… You wanna, like, jerk off again, orrrrrrr…," Stefan searched hopefully.

"Det är gamla skolan, (That is old school.)" Jan grinned. "Do you really, really wanna mess around?"

"Uh huh… So, like what?" Stefan said curiously, "You want to, maybe… Like, suck each others dicks or something?" Jan smiled his crooked grin again, nodding. "Are you serious…?" Stefan said, wide eyed, as Jan continued to smile, and nod his head.

The boys looked at each other for a moment, and then looking down at Jan's hard tool, Stefan grinned. "Saddle up, and let's ride that bitch…" He joked. The boys quickly jockeyed around for position, and finally with Jan lying on his back; Stefan straddled him. Jan looked up to see Stefan's young balls, hanging loosely over his face. He raised his head, and wetly licked at one of the smooth danglers. Stefan went right to work as well, licking down the underside of Jan's stiff pole. He reached out and lifted the rigid tool away from Jan's belly. In excited anticipation, he slid his mouth wetly over it; and with that, the boys were off…

Back in Mikael's room, the two youngsters were about to reach a highly charged conclusion. Little Mikael's body twitched and tensed as Kinney sped up his stroking. "Uhh, uhhh…" The younger boy moaned in his youthful soprano voice. His face was scrunched up almost comically as his dry orgasm overtook him. Mikael's thin tube began to throb and pulse. Like a dry heave, his sweet little body seemed to convulse expectantly. Meaningless contractions of pleasure flowed through his dry little faucet. He shook, and shivered until his young body finally released him into a bundle of relaxed joy. Mikael lay there panting. He had stopped jacking his friend, so Kinney bumped his hand out of the way, and immediately continued stroking himself; not wanting to loose the feelings that had been building within him. Kinney's hips bounced erratically on the bed, as his body began to writhe and tingle. His lean legs twitched out, and his toes spread and wiggled. His young companion looked over at him with excited eyes. Mikael moved in and quickly took charge of things, replacing Kinney's hand again with his own. He stroked rapidly; and looking closely, he again saw the wetness on Kinney's reddish tip. Without slowing his hand, Mikael lowered his face, and licked the clear residue form the other boy's heated prick, as it bounced into his tongue.

"Ohhh… Ohh, ohhhhh…" Kinney squealed, and his hips levitated from the bed like some kind of magic trick… His head flipped from side to side. "I'm gonna… Gonna cum…" he hissed. Suddenly a shot of clear liquid fired out of his tingling tube, spattering over his chest. Another thin squirt of watery juice; and then several clear wet dribbles rolled from his red slit as it throbbed. Mikael watched it with excited pleasure, and his own young member twitched against his naked pubic flesh. Excited, he leaned forward with his tongue, and pressed it onto Kinney's slit, searching for more of the clear tasty honey. Kinney body shivered, and relaxed on the bed; he was nearly crying with pleasure. "I came…" He panted happily as he looked down at the wet drops spattered on his torso. "I really did it this time…" Mikael nodded, and crawled up alongside his companion. The boys snuggled together, bonded by their tender little secret.

Half an hour later, all the boys were gathered back in the kitchen, eagerly munching on the snacks that were set out. It was getting late, and Stefan had called his mom, to have her come and pick Kinney and him up; though both boys wished that they could stay the night. Reluctantly, the boys pulled on some shorts. Even shy little Kinney, who was now enjoying his new found confidence and comfort with his own body. He was actually the last one to get dressed. A short time later they heard a car horn, honk twice out front. The boys all made their way to the front door. Stefan and Kinney thanked Erik and the other boys for the fun afternoon, and with a few knowing glances at each other's respective playmates, the two boys hopped in the car.

The other boys went back into the house, and after cleaning up a bit, they finally settled in comfortably on several couches in the living room; where they started a DVD on the large flat screen. Jan and Bo sprawled out near each other, and as the movie was starting, Jan leaned over and whispered something to Bo's ear. "No shit…?" Bo breathed softly. A smile crossed his face, and he turned to glance at Mikael. Then he whispered something back to Jan, and both boys giggled quietly. Mikael gave them an odd look, as both boys grinned knowingly at him. He blushed suddenly, as if he knew exactly what they were thinking. Embarrassed, Mikael hopped off the couch, and went into the kitchen to pout. A moment later, Jan walked in and stood next to him at the counter. Mikael looked at him, expecting his brother to tease him or something; but he was surprised when Jan suddenly gave him a warm brotherly hug. He looked up at his brother, suspicious and a bit confused. Jan smiled at him.

"It's cool little brother. I'm glad you had fun with Kinney."

"So… You really do know what we did then?" Mikael questioned. Jan nodded at him with a little smile.

"You're a little horn dog…" Jan laughed.

"You are…" His brother smiled back. And with that, Jan kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

They walked back in and joined the other boys in the living room. The brothers sat together in a nice cozy armchair. They started watching the movie, but the long hard day quickly caught up with both Bo and Jan. Both had fallen asleep within a half an hour. Little Mikael snuggled in closely with his big brother, and he had drifted off minutes after that. Erik was now the lone survivor. He got up, and finding some blankets, he covered Jan and Mikael; tucking them in together. With the other comforter, he nestled down alongside Bo on the couch, wrapping them both up under the cover. Bo rolled into him; with their bare legs warmly intertwined. A few minutes later, all of the boys were zonked out for the night…

***

The next week seemed to fly past. Erik helped with the farm chores every morning; and the rest of the day he would generally hang out with Bo. The Hanssons took the boys into town several times. One time to see a movie, and another time to take Erik to the amazing Örebro Castle. He loved his time there. The castle was awesome in its architecture, and steeped in history, with parts of it dating back to medieval times. Erik took a bunch of pictures there, including his favorite one that Bodil took; of Erik and Bo standing happily together, arms around each others waist. The rest of the week, the boys went on a number of bike rides; sometimes just the two of them, and sometimes with Jan. Occasionally other boys from the cycle team would even join them for a little training ride. There was another cycling event coming up for the boys in two weeks; so they wanted to keep sharp for that. This event was a road course, and was being put on by a cycling organization in Stockholm. Bo and Jan were excited at getting to travel there, and they were really looking forward to it. On Saturday, the three boys rode off into the hills; a leisurely ride just for the fun of it. They were having a fun time, exploring the winding roads, and playfully teasing one another, as boys do.

The sun had been with them for the most part, but now several dark grey clouds had rolled over the foothills, and threatened them with a little rain. They turned around on the road and heading back down, hoping they might outrun it. A few raindrops began to pelt them, and Jan suggested they find cover; so the boys found a place to pull off the road under the protection of some trees. Just in time it seemed, as a brief downpour washed down from the sky, soaking everything while the boys stood together waiting. The downpour didn't last long, but with more clouds drifting out of the hills, they decided to head back toward home. Mounting the bikes, they pulled out onto the wet road. A thin wet spray came up off of their tires, speckling their backs with the dirty mist. The boys kept a rather slow speed, not wanting their tires to skid out on the freshly wet blacktop. From behind them, a truck raced past; sending a thin cloud of mist over the boys.

"Oh great…" Jan called out. "Thanks for that rövhål… (asshole.)"

"Ja, vad en kuk, (what a dick.)" Bo agreed, as the boys continued to ride. A little further down the road, as they rounded a sharp, narrow curve, Jan began to notice his bike was feeling funny. He glanced back at his rear tire, which indeed was now flat.

"Knulla… (Fuck)" he said. "Hey, pull over guys, I gotta' flat," Jan pulled to a stop along the side of the road. Bo and Erik were a little ahead of him on the right, so they pulled up on the other side and dismounted. Bo walked across the wet pavement and stood next to Jan.

"Well that's great… Rain coming, and I have a flat," Jan whined.

"Yup… It's flat alright," Bo said, humorously confirming Jan's assessment. "I've got an extra tube with me, so we can fix it," They heard a car, just as it came around the curve; the driver was a bit surprised when he saw them, and he honked his horn at them as he sped past. Another fine cloud of wet mist blew over the boys.

"Geeze, sakta ner, kukuvud… (Geeze, slow down dickhead.)" Jan cursed. The boys took the rear wheel off of the bike, and exchanged the damaged tube for a new one. Five minutes later, they had finished, and Jan flipped the lever on his skewer, locking the real wheel back in place.

Looking at their hands, both Bo and Jan had grease on their fingers; from putting the chain back on the gear cluster. With Erik holding Jan's bike, the other boys decided to walk across the road, and wipe the grease on the wild grass that was growing along the steep embankment. They took several steps into the road, and then they all heard another vehicle coming up the hill. "Hey, car coming," Erik said, to alert the other boys. Jan and Bo both hesitated a moment as they saw the car coming up the road. In that same fateful instant, another vehicle came around the sharp blind corner from the other direction. Erik saw it first; going too fast on the wet pavement, the car had drifted slightly into the other lane. The surreal moment happened in a flash, as the driver panicked, and tried to swerve his vehicle back into his lane. It seemed like a terrible scene, in slow motion. Erik was already in motion. "LOOK OUT…," he screamed, as he bolted forward dropping Jan's bike. The boys had just started to turn as the car slid unavoidably toward them. Erik threw himself forward, violently shoving his two young friends; sending them tumbling forward. But Erik's teenage body was still in the way, and the vehicle slid into him. There was a sickening thud which rolled Erik up onto the hood, sending him firmly into the car's windscreen. He tumbled off the hood onto the wet concrete. Bo and Jan had rolled into the other embankment. They had heard the glass breaking, and both spun their heads back to find Erik…

"Nooooooo…" Bo screamed. "God nooo…," he sobbed as he clambered to his feet. He ran to Erik's side and dropped to his knees. They other vehicle had stopped well short of the incident, and the driver quickly got out of his car and raced forward as he dialed his cell phone for help.

"Erik…" Bo pleaded. "Erik please…," Erik only lay there, a thin trickle of blood from his nose. Jan was kneeling alongside them then. He put a hand on Erik's shoulder, and his other arm draped over Bo's back; tears rolled down his cheeks. Erik opened his eyes for a moment and stared blankly ahead. His ears were ringing and he felt himself staring to black out. "Erik… Erik please, don't leave me…" He heard Bo's faint sobs. He could feel someone squeeze his hand; he tried to squeeze it back. "Erik…" Bo pleaded softly… His eyes drifted shut again, and everything around him seemed to grow quiet. There was a soft warm pressure against his lips… It felt nice. Comforting somehow. Somewhere, way off in the distance; in his minds eye, he saw Bo. That beautiful blond haired boy… It felt nice… Nice… "Please Erik…" The voice was a distant whisper… So, nice…

Everything faded to black…

Chapter Thirteen
The Hospital

In the last Chapter: The six boys, Erik, Bo and Jan, and Jan's little brother Mikael, as well as two boys from the cycling team, Kinney and Stefan; spent an incredible day, swimming and 'experimenting' as only boys can, at Jan's house. They spent the following week, riding, and having fun, until a fateful ride into the foothills met with disaster. On wet pavement, a car lost control, and slid into Erik.

It all seemed to take forever. Time had found a way to crawl along at a snails pace while they waited frantically for the police and ambulance to arrive. In truth, the response had been surprisingly quick; but it sure hadn't felt like it to Bo and Jan. Bo's grandparents had arrived quickly as well, having been called by the other motorist. They had gathered the boys up, and after the rushed formalities were done, they quickly followed the aid unit to the hospital. They were joined there by Jan's mother; his father was still out of town on business. The boys recounted the story several times, as they sat impatiently in the waiting room. Bo fought back tears each time they talked about it; deeply concerned for his friend Erik. Eventually, after what seemed like ages, the doctor had come out and given them fairly reassuring news. Erik seemed to be doing well, though he had several injuries; the most urgent at the moment however, was a server concussion, which they were tending to. They all sat around for several hours, until they were finally told that they should go home for the night. The doctors wouldn't really know anything more till morning; and there was simply no point in them all remaining in an uncomfortable hospital waiting room. Both Bo and Jan objected, wanting to stay; but the adults made the decision to return in the morning.

The car pulled into the driveway at Bodil's farm, pulling up slowly near the house. Anneli and Bodil got out and stood for a moment waiting for their young grandson to join them. The boy however, just sat listlessly in the back seat of the car. Anneli sighed with just concern, and stepping towards it, she opened the door and slowly climbed in to sit alongside the boy. Bo just sat there, looking terribly small and forlorn; his head was bowed down and his hands were folded meekly in his lap. She felt so badly for her grandson, as she watched a lone tear roll down his soft cheek. She slid her arm around his shoulders and Bo leaned into her quietly. Leaning her head against his, Anneli softly kissed his cheek.

"It's getting late honey, and it's been a long day. I'm going in to make us a little something to snack on, and then we should all go to bed. First thing in the morning we'll go back to the hospital to be with Erik."

"I'm not hungry…" Bo breathed, little more than a whisper, and Anneli rubbed his shoulders softly.

"Sweetheart, Erik's going to be just fine," she offered.

"You don't know that… What if… What if something…" He began to cry again, and Anneli held him tightly to comfort him.

"The doctor was very encouraging," Anneli reassured him. "Erik's a strong boy. And he needs you to be strong for him; so let's just do that, shall we?" Bo glanced over at her, nodding his head slightly.

Sliding out of the backseat, they all walked into the house. Bodil put his arm around Bo's shoulders, and smiled tenderly at him as they walked into the kitchen. "You best go on and get cleaned up," he said gently. Bo walked back toward his bedroom. Once inside, he just stood there in the middle of the room, staring vacantly at the floor. After a several long minutes, he turned and walked into the bathroom; closing the door behind him. The boy slipped out of his clothes, and after adjusting the shower he stepped in under the warm flow. It washed over him; cleaning away the grime, but not the memories of the days events. He had several scrapes on his legs and arms; from where he had tumbled onto the concrete; and though they had been cleaned up at the hospital, they stung a bit now as soapy water rinsed over them.

Bo stood in the shower for several minutes, just thinking about his friend Erik. He really wasn't sure how to feel. He was scared, certainly. But he felt guilty somehow as well. Erik had quite probably saved his life; his and Jan's. Pushing them out of the way of the oncoming car the way he did. A sob raked through him as he thought about it, and in his head he once again heard that sickening thud and breaking glass as the car slid into Erik. He remembered turning to see him roll off the hood and fall to the ground; it was all too much for him.

Bo dropped down onto his knees in the shower, and hunched over; he began to cry. He loved Erik, and he feared for him now. There was a gentle knock at the bathroom door, and after a moment Bodil came in. Sliding the shower door open, Bodil turned off the water, and stooped to gather his crying grandson off the shower floor. Wrapping a towel around him, he pulled the boy in close and rocked him in his arms.

"Now, now…" he said quietly, in his deep but soothing voice. "Things will work out," he cradled his grandson for a long while, offering him comfort. Finally he helped the boy dry himself off; and with tender care, he put ointment and fresh gauze over the young boy's scrapes. Anneli had made up some waffles, and insisted that Bo eat something; but the boy would only pick at it. After making sure that they would head to the hospital first thing in the morning; Bo excused himself, kissed and hugged his grandparents goodnight, and went back to his bedroom.

He sat down for a moment, and then looking at the foot board of his bed; Bo spotted the professional spandex riding gear that Erik had bought specially for him. Quickly he peeled off his tee shirt and underpants, and slipped into the jersey and shorts. It made him smile as he remembered the day Erik had given it to him. Bo crawled into bed for awhile, trying to fall asleep; but his own noisy thoughts kept him from doing so. He lay there uncomfortably for some time, and half an hour later he slipped quietly out of bed and went to his door. His grandparents had already gone to bed; and he padded softly through the darkened house. Walking through the kitchen, he opened the side door and made his way across the driveway to the barn. Bo walked inside and went quickly into Erik's empty bedroom. He stood there for a moment, feeling the sad emptiness of the darkened room. Still barefoot, he padded softly across to Erik's bed. He gazed at it a moment, and then pulling the covers down a bit he slipped into it. Resting his head on the fluffy down pillow; and breathing it in, he could smell Erik's soft scent upon it. He sighed deeply, and pulling the pillow down into his body, he wrapped his arms around it, and snuggled warmly against it. Bo pushed his face into the fabric; repeatedly breathing in the telltale remnants of his friend. Feeling a little more connected now, and incredibly tired; he finally drifted off to a fitful, yet needed sleep.

Bo woke early the next morning, as bright sunlight slanting in through the windows casting a warm light on his face. He opened his eyes, still clutching the pillow from the night before. With a slow sigh, everything returned to him, and his face crumpled into a thoughtful frown. Pressing his face into the pillow, he again tried to renew his pleasant recollections of Erik. Finally Bo tossed the bed covers down off of him, and swinging his legs to the side he sat up with his feet grazing the cool morning floor. Wiping the sleep from his bleary eyes, he stood and padded softly into the toilet. Hooking a thumb at the waistband of his riding shorts, he freed his soft, lonely tool, and began relieving himself. The boy sighed once again, as he walked slowly back into the bedroom and looked around. One of Erik's shirts hung over the arm of the chair; and walking to it, he took it into his hands and held it softly against his cheek. He smiled forlornly as he caught Erik's fresh scent again; and without a thought he slipped the shirt over his head, and pulled it on as he settled himself into the comfortable chair for a moment.

He glanced at some things on the dresser, and then noticed Erik's iPhone; which was laying there. The boy picked it up, and sitting back in the chair he powered the phone on and glanced at the icons across its face.

Bo saw the 'Photos' icon, and he touched it gently with his finger, opening that file location. There were several picture icon's there, and Bo selected the one which was labeled, 'Sweden'. He touched it lightly, opening the pictures. Slowly he browsed through them, one at a time with the whisk of his finger across the screen. Bo smiled tenderly, as he remembered when Erik had taken most of those pictures. There was one of Bo, standing proudly with his bike, wearing his new spandex gear that Erik had gotten him. There were a dozen great pictures of Bo and Jan during the bike race; and he smiled at the great, candid shots that Erik had managed to capture. He looked at the pictures Erik had taken at Jan's house; the four boys, smiling in their matching spandex uniforms. He flipped to several shots taken at Örebro Castle, and when he came to the one with Erik and himself, standing there together with their arms around each others waist; his eyes welled up as he smiled lovingly at it. Finally, he came to one of the first pictures Erik had taken. He grinned as he looked at it. It was that time weeks ago, when they had shared that bath together. In the picture, Bo was sitting down in the bathtub, with his little bare foot, dripping soap bubbles, hanging over the edge of the tub. He remembered it with fondness, and he reached down to give his little boy stick a soft, reminiscent squeeze, as he remembered that wonderful bath.

Bo smiled, as an idea occurred to him. He took a funny picture of himself, thinking to cheer Erik up; and then after a moment, he took another one. Finally, he shut off the phone, and quickly hopping up from the chair, he went back out through the barn to the house. Inside, Anneli already had some breakfast ready on the table, and though Bo wanted to head to the hospital, she insisted that he eat this time. Visiting hours weren't for a while yet, and as he noticed the hungry feeling now, Bo conceded and sat down at the table to eat. His grandmother smiled at him, and noticed the overly large shirt he was wearing.

"Is that one of Erik's?" she asked.

"Uh huh. I'm gonna wear it… If that's okay?" He pleaded.

"That's sweet dear. But you need to put on some shorts. I don't think Lycra riding pants are the best thing to wear there," she smiled. Bo finished the last of his breakfast and hurried into his room to put on some shorts, and slip into his Nike trainers. A thought occurred to him as he noticed his computer on the desk; and quickly turning on Erik's iPhone again, he emailed one of the pictures to himself, and then he printed out a hard copy to take with him.

Bo scurried out through the kitchen, telling his grandparents he'd be in the car waiting. They joined him several minutes later, and they all headed back to Örebro University Hospital. Once there, they went upstairs to wait. Mr. Hansson sought out the attending doctor, and finding him, they held a lengthy conversation; he was given some very good news.

"Erik was very fortunate," the doctor began. "In fact, he came out of this surprisingly unscathed. The boy did suffer a pretty server concussion. Fortunately the bike helmet he was wearing, may well have saved him something more serious. The young man has three cracked ribs, and he had a dislocated finger; there is some rather server bruising all up and down his left side. His hip and thigh sustained a fairly traumatic impact, but fortunately nothing was broken."

"Apparently," the doctor continued, "Erik's feet were not planted on the ground, when the vehicle slid into him. He was diving forward; and that's why his hip and leg didn't suffer more serious damage. All in all, very lucky I'd say."

"So, how long before we can take him home…?" Bodil asked.

"I think we'll need to keep him here for another day or two, just to be sure. We want to keep an eye on that concussion," the doctor finished.

"Why don't you wait in the lounge for awhile. Erik is sleeping now, but we'll wake him shortly."

"Thanks Doctor, that is good news indeed." Bodil shook his hand, and walked back toward the waiting area. He shared the news with Bo and Anneli. A relived sigh came from Bo, as it sunk in to him; and his eyes began to water. Dread flooded out of him, replaced with joyful relief. His grandmother comforted him for a few moments, until Bo said he needed to use the bathroom; and he headed off down the hall. Anneli told her husband that she would call Erik's parents, back in the United States. They had been in touch with them the night before; and the hospital had been calling them all day with the updates as well.

In the mean time, Bo had wondered off through the corridors on his own, peeking through windows of various rooms, until he had managed to find Erik's room. He stalled for a moment, trying to look innocent as a nurse walked past; and then making sure he wasn't seen, he snuck inside the room and timidly approached the bed. Bo stood for a full minute, just watching Erik's soft breathing as he slept. He glanced tentatively back at the door as another nurse walked past in the hallway; and then he stepped even closer to the bed. Taking Erik's hand gently into his own, he held it; softly rubbing his fingers across the back of it. Leaning forward then, Bo peeked back at the door once more, and then he stooped and gently pressed his soft lips to Erik's. Erik seemed to stir briefly, perhaps even mumble something; but his eyes remained shut. Bo stepped away for a moment to drag a chair up alongside the bed; and he sat on the edge of it, taking Erik's hand into his own again. He rested his head on the bed, and closing his eyes he held Erik's hand to his cheek.

After several minutes, Erik was slowly awakening. He had felt the soft warm pressure on his lips; and it seemed as if it were a dream he was awakening from. It vaguely reminded him of something… Still in the daze of awakening, he slowly became aware of his surroundings. The clinical, almost too sterile hospital smells, and the distant sounds of commotion; as other people went about their business. He could feel the gentle pressure against his right hand, and he squeezed back. Almost sensing it, Bo raised his head to look at Erik. The older boy blinked his eyes a time or two, and then opened them to stare at the ceiling for a moment. He heard a quiet sniffle, and turned his head slightly to the right. There, at his side was the blond haired angelic face, of his young friend, Bo. The youngster stood, and a boyishly warm smile flashed on his face, as a single tear slid silently down his cheek. Erik smiled, and a rush of feelings poured through him. The boys simply looked at each other. "I was so scared…" Bo breathed quietly, as he stared into the eyes of his friend.

"Me too," Erik whispered. The boy leaned forward and gently rested his head on Erik's shoulder, softly nestled against his cheek. Erik put his arm around the boy and hugged him there. The human warmth of his young friend, and the fresh smell of his soft blond hair; replaced the cold clinical offerings of the hospital, and flooded him with a sense of well being. This time, it was Erik who had the joyful tear roll down his cheek.

The door to the room opened then; and the nurse, who was a large black woman, stood with a slightly surprised look on her face, wondering why there was a visitor in the room already. She was surprised again, when another boy quickly pushed past her. Jan squeezed into the room, and quickly crossed to the other side of the bed. Bo looked at him and grinned, happy that he had come to visit. Erik smiled over at him as well. They exchanged happy nods, and Jan joined in on the gentle hug with Bo and Erik. The nurse just shook her head with a slightly crooked smile. "Mmm, so much for protocol…" she said half heartedly. Stepping out of the doorway, she made way for Bodil and Anneli to enter the room as well. The nurse opened the blinds, allowing more light into the room, and then she turned to leave, while muttering something under her breath.

Erik smiled all around at his visitors. Anneli patted him on his hand, and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. Bodil smiled warmly at him; and Erik was touched when he saw Bodil's eyes a little watery. "Thanks…" Erik said to him.

"So how are you feeling Erik, are you okay?" Jan asked sincerely.

"I'm ok. A little soar, but ok," Erik replied.

"Jag var så rädd… (I was so scared.)" Bo breathed to himself.

"Me too," Jan echoed the sentiment. He suddenly looked serious. "You saved us Erik, you know that?!" he stated flatly, emotion suddenly welling up in him. Erik smiled softly at him.

"Just looking out for my friends is all…" he understated; and the two boys gently, and lovingly hugged him again.

They all talked for several minutes, and then the nurse came back into the room. "You're only supposed to have a few visitors at a time," she admonished, shaking her head. "But since we're already breaking all the rules; I guess a few more won't hurt." She stepped out of the room, and in walked Jan's parents, followed by his little brother, Mikael. Mikael was carrying a dozen helium balloons, all floating and bouncing above him. "Look what we got you…" he said excitedly. Erik grinned happily at everyone; and Jan's father shook his hand and expressed his sentiments. They all chatted for another ten minutes or so, and then decided to let Erik have a little breathing room. Jan's parents said they would see him later, and they left; dragging a reluctant young Mikael with them. Anneli and Bodil stayed for a few minutes, assuring him that everything would be fine. They had talked with Erik's parents on the phone; they had been trying to get a flight to Sweden. But with the good news of Erik's condition, they wanted to talk with him first, to see what he needed.

Finally they headed out, leaving Erik with the two boys. "So, really… How are you feeling Erik? Do your ribs hurt a lot?" Bo questioned.

"Ah… Just soar. They have them wrapped up," Erik said. He pulled his hospital gown open a little to show the boys.

"Whoa… Shit…" Jan breathed. He wasn't looking at the bandaged ribs though; he had noticed something else. Pulling Erik's gown open more, he exposed an incredibly nasty, purple bruise that ran from below the wrappings, all the way down Erik's side to his hip. Bo winced as he looked at it. "Ohh Geeze Erik…," he breathed, with a quaver in his voice. "That looks so bad. It must really hurt like hell."

"Na… Only when I cough. Or, move… Or breath…" Erik tried to joke, but Bo's eyes watered a bit in concern for his friend as he eyed the ugly bruise. "Hey, it's okay bud, It really doesn't hurt… Really!" Erik said to comfort the youngster. Bo wiped away the impending tear with the back of his hand.

"You jumped in front of a car… To save us," Jan said again. "Erik, I… Well I… Thanks." He leaned over and kissed Erik on the lips. Bo smiled warmly, and did the same. The boys heard someone clear their throat, and turned to see the same nurse, standing there watching them with her hands on her hips.

"Should have known it would be one of those days," she muttered under her breath as she turned for the door. "You boys ring me if you need room service…" she remarked with sarcastic playfulness. The boys all looked at each other, and started laughing out loud. Erik winced a little, but he laughed all the same. They talked for a long while, each recounting their own version of the incident; more easily now that they knew Erik was alright. About half an hour later, the nurse reappeared at the door. "Sorry boys, but visiting hours are over. Your friend needs to rest for awhile. So, say your goodbyes, and… Do what ever you all gonna do…" She raised her eyebrow, and with a crooked smile she turned and left them alone in the room.

"See you later, okay…!" Jan said, and he gave Erik a warm hug and kissed him on the cheek, before heading out the door. Bo looked tenderly at Erik, and then remembered something. He grabbed up an envelope that he had set on the chair when he came in; and handed it to Erik. With a questioning look, Erik opened it, and then smiled broadly as pulled out the photograph that Bo had printed for him before coming to visit. It was the one of both boys standing together, with their arms around each other. Erik looked at Bo and smiled at him. "Thanks…" He breathed. "Luv you dude…"

"Luv you too Erik. I'll come back this afternoon to visit again, kay…" He gave Erik a quick kiss and started for the door. "Oh… Hey I almost forgot. I brought your cell phone for you. Thought you might wanna call your mom, Ja. Oh, and there might be another picture on there for ya," Bo smiled sheepishly and hurried out the door.

Erik sat there for a minute, as he looked at the picture that Bo had just given him. He loved that picture. Bo was such a good looking kid; and in the photo he was smiling broadly, and both he and Erik looked totally happy. He thought back to when he had first met the boy. That day, out in the barn as he was getting his bicycle. He had been smitten right from the start. This beautiful shy blond kid, with the shining blue eyes; standing there in his spandex bike gear, all tan, and… Absolutely beautiful. Erik smiled tenderly as he though back to it; he glanced back at the picture again and grinned. Reaching over, he leaned the photo up on the bedside table and smiled again. Erik powered on his iPhone, deciding to call back home to his parents. His mother had anxiously answered the call; and he spent the next few minutes calming her down and reassuring her that everything was okay.

There was a lot of, "Yes mom…" and, "No mom, I'm fine," and, "No, you guys don't have to come here," and, "No, I'm not coming home early," And on, and on… Finally she seemed convinced that her son was ok, and she handed the phone to Erik's father.

"How you doing son?" Dad asked.

"I'm fine dad, really."

"We're so relieved. You had your mother and I so worried. I just… Well, I…"

"I know dad, I love you too," Erik smiled. "But seriously, I'm fine." There was a collective pause; Erik thought he heard his dad sniffle.

"Erik, I'm really proud of you. They told us you saved Bo and that other boy."

"They're my friends dad. I didn't do anything special, I just reacted is all," Erik said.

"Well… All modesty aside son, you did a fine thing. I'm proud of you," Dad told him.

"Thanks dad…" They talked for a few more minutes; until the nurse suddenly walked back into his room and gave him the 'evil eye'. "Okay dad, well I'll call you guys later okay… I gotta go. Love you too, bye…" Erik finally hung up the phone, and he smiled sheepishly at the nurse.

"I thought I told you to get some rest," the big woman said, as she stepped over and took the cell phone from Erik. She set it on the nightstand near the picture. "You young people… Always on your cell phones, Mm, mm, mm…" she smiled her crooked smile, as Erik settled back with a little grin. After she had gone Erik remembered something, and he reached over and grabbed up his iPhone again. Turning it back on, he opened up the 'picture' file and noticed a new icon, which was labeled, 'The Boy From Sweden'. With a curious little smile, Erik touched the icon to open the file. Two pictures popped up. The first was a close up of Bo's face. He was playfully making a funny face, with his tongue sticking out. Erik laughed happily, as he looked at it; and then slid his finger on the screen to bring up the other picture. His eyes, and mouth both flew open wide.

"Holy shit…" Erik breathed, quickly holding the screen privately to his chest. He glanced toward the door, and then held the cell phone out to look at it again. There, was another picture of Bo. He was stark naked, with an erection and sitting in a very suggestive pose. Erik swallowed hard as he stared at the very arousing picture; his own boy tool now quickly rising to the occasion. A smile crossed his face, and he longed to be with his young friend. Erik looked at the picture for a minute; secretly fingering himself under the covers. Finally, and with some reservation, he closed the file; and then made sure that he locked that photo icon with a password, so that no one else could open it. With another smile, and his hand resting over his boyhood; Erik finally closed his eyes for a nap.

Bo had asked if Jan could spend the day with him; that way, they could both come back with the Hanssons later in the afternoon, to visit Erik again. It was agreed, and Jan rode back to the farm with him. When the car pulled up to the house, they piled out and Anneli told the boys she would make them some lunch in about half an hour or so; asking them not to wander too far off. The boys made their way into the barn then, and walking to the back corner they climbed up the two by four rungs that were nailed to the wall; climbing up to Bo's little 'secret' spot. Up in the loft, they plopped down on the sleeping bags that were laying on the floor in front of the window. Jan leaned over to push the window open some, letting fresh air spill into the barn. He lay back again, and the two boys folded their hands under their heads and stared quietly up at the ceiling.

"Geeze, I was so worried… I'm so glad Erik's gonna be ok," Jan finally ventured.

"I know. I barely slept last night; I was so scared," Bo said.

"Did you see that bruise? Man that looked nasty, huh?"

"Ja, it was gross. That whole thing was so messed up," Bo replied, and Jan nodded absently at the ceiling. The boys lay quietly for a another minute thinking about it. Finally, Jan glanced over at Bo.

"Are you okay? He questioned. There was a long pause.

"The accident… It really made me think about other stuff," Bo said quietly.

"Like what?" Jan asked, still peering at his friend," Bo's brow narrowed in thought.

"Like… What am I gonna do when Erik leaves?!" he looked back at Jan.

"He's going home in a few weeks, and… I don't want him to leave," Bo's eyes seemed to sting a little,

Jan reached over and put his hand on Bo's arm, giving it a friendly squeeze. "It'll be ok. Something will work out, I just know it," Jan tried to sound reassuring.

"I just… I don't wanna loose him, you know. I don't wanna be alone," Bo had whispered that last part.

"You always have me," Jan offered, with a soft smile. Bo smiled back warmly, then turned to look up at the ceiling again. Jan got a mischievous look on his face, and wanting to make Bo laugh, he squeezed, and farted loudly… Both boys giggled. Bo finally looked over at Jan and laughed.

"Know what I did?" he asked.

"Nu uh… What?" Jan questioned. Bo told him how he had slept in Erik's room last night, and that he had taken a 'sexy' naked picture of himself with the camera on Erik's phone, to try and make him feel better.

"Oh, no shit?" Jan broke out laughing. "That's hilarious… Hey, we should take another one of the two of us, doing something naughty like that."

"Ja… Oh shit, we can't. I gave him back his phone this morning," Bo remembered; and that seemed to shoot down the idea. The boys chuckled about it anyway.

Just having thought about it, had caused Jan to bone up a little; his young penis swelling hopefully in his shorts. Absently he brushed the heal of his hand across the front of his pants, causing him to inflate further; slowly reaching his full potential. He glanced over at Bo, who was watching him curiously, and grinning.

"Wanna jack off or something…?" he asked quietly. Bo smiled at him, as he began squeezing his own piece of boyhood through his shorts. Simultaneously, the boys unbuttoned their shorts, and lifting their young hips a bit, they slipped shorts and briefs down their hips to their knees. They glanced at each other, peering at the slight curving bow of flesh, that hovered over their smooth pubic mounds. Lying on their backs on the soft sleeping bags, both boys began the rhythmic strokes of masturbation. Jan cradled his nuts in his left hand, while he stroked himself with the other. He smiled as he glanced back over at Bo, watching his best friend jerking off alongside him. Bo was slipping his young taught foreskin up and down, over the crown of his rigid boystick. His mouth was open slightly, and after a several minutes, soft gasps filled the quiet warmth of the sun drenched loft. The boys had slid themselves together, allowing their soft skin to touch as they continued their own pleasant ministrations.

Jan moved his left hand over, slipping his fingers under the other boy's tee shirt, and resting them gently on Bo's firm, flat stomach. His fingers brushed softly over the satin smooth skin, and they traced a path through Bo's sparse offering of a dozen or so fluffy down pubes. He closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, and he felt his young boy pole twitch in his fingers. Bo was also becoming lost in the glorious feelings of orgasmic build up. His hips fidgeting slightly from side to side; erotically stimulating his anal ring. His insides began that slow, incredible tingle. He glanced at Jan for a moment, and he watched as a drop of clear, syrupy pre cum slowly rolled down the shiny purple head of his friends boyhood. Bo squeezed his eyes shut, imagining the sticky sweet taste… Jan grunted; moaned… His breath was shallow now, and his hips arched up off the floor. Bo looked over at him again, watching with rapt attention as Jan's hand became a blur. A loud grunt… "Ohhhh, ohh… Ohhhhhh… Here it cuuuummms…" And then a thick strand of white goo pulsed upward in triumphant release; immediately chased by a succession of others. They fell wetly in hot sticky globs, back onto his thighs, his own flailing hand, and even warmly on Bo's leg. With that, the trigger had been pulled, and Bo's body suddenly belonged to the orgasm. His feet kicked, and his legs went rigid as his four and a half inch [11 cm] tube convulsed; spitting out its freshly squeezed boy nectar. Multiple tendrils of milky hot seed climbed upward toward the ceiling; lost momentum and fell back sloppily onto the two boys.

They lay together quietly, basking in the glow of the late morning sun, and the afterglow of their late morning cum. Jan propped himself up on an elbow, and with a mischievous grin, he reached over and slid his finger over the tip of Bo's expended sausage; scooping up the sticky residue of his ejaculate. He pulled it back to him and sucked it from his finger. "Mmm… Jag hade nastan glömt hur bra det smakade, (I had almost forgotten how good it tasted.)" He smiled… Bo returned the grin, and the favor as he reached over and milked last drops of spent semen from Jan's softening flesh. He bent in close and sucked it right from the tap. "Mmm, ja… Pojkhonung, (Mmm, yes… Boy honey.)" He joked, and smacked his lips as he pulled away. The boys lay back on the sleeping bags, resting comfortably after the pleasant exchange. Several minutes passed, and from outside, they heard Anneli calling out to the boys that lunch was ready. Bo reached down and pulled off his ankle socks, and handing one to Jan, they wiped the sticky residue from their young bodies. With a grin at one another, they pulled their shorts back up, giggled; and then climbed back down the ladder. They returned to the house, and joined Bodil and Anneli for some lunch. They all talked loosely, in the knowledge that Erik was going to be alright. The boys helped Anneli clean up the lunch mess. Bodil had gone out to tend the farm chores, and when the boys finished inside, the went out to give him a hand as well.

"Thanks lads. I appreciate that," Bodil offered as they finished up, and headed back to the farmhouse.

"Inga problem Morfar. (No problem Grandpa.) Hey, Jan and me were thinking… If Jan can spend the night, then we can both help you with the chores again in the morning, Ja…" He looked expectantly toward his grandfather.

"Det skulle vara trevligt, (That would be nice.)" Bodil replied. I'm afraid Erik won't be able to help for a few days, so… Ja, I would really like the help," They boys grinned, and they all went inside to clean up. In an hour, they all headed back into town, to visit Erik again.

Erik was in good spirits as soon as he saw them come into the room. They all chatted and visited for quite awhile; and when Erik mentioned that he was thirsty, for something other than water, Jan volunteered to go buy a soda from the cafeteria. He and Bo headed off down the hall to do just that. Finally, Erik looked at Bodil. "I'm really sorry about the farm chores. I won't be able to help you for a few more days," he said.

"Oh…" Bodil chuckled. "Don't you worry about that. The boys have offered to help."

"Ya, but… I mean, that's my job. I don't wanna' leave you hangin like that. We have an arrangement," Erik sighed.

"Son, you're not just some farm worker," Bodil glanced at Anneli. "You are part of our family now; we all care a great deal for you. You've been a fine help all summer, and you have more than done your share; so don't worry about it" Erik blushed appreciatively.

At the same time, Bo and Jan had gone downstairs, and purchased a soda from one of the vending machines. They were heading back, when Bo mischievously told Jan to follow him. The boys turned off, and went into the men's room.

"You gotta go pee pee…?" Jan mocked playfully.

"Nope. Even better," Bo grinned, and he pulled something out of his pocket. It was Erik's iPhone. "I snuck this out…" He giggled. Peeking under the doors of each stall, he determined the boys were alone in the bathroom. "Come on…" He pulled Jan along, into the larger handicapped stall at the end. Inside, they exchanged playful grins, and they set up the phone's camera. Both boys dropped their pants and turned their backs, and butts to the camera. They stooped, cheek to cheek; and the phone's delayed shutter snapped a picture. The boys giggled, and pulling their shorts back up, they quickly left the stall. Making their way down the hall, the boys returned, innocently enough to Erik's room; handing him the soda. Waiting a bit, Bo finally snuck the cell phone back onto the bedside table. The boys exchanged knowing looks at each other; and from time to time, one or the other of them would suddenly giggle, for no apparent reason.

The hour passed rather quickly, and visiting time came to an end. The boys each gave Erik a brief hug, and with another quiet and unexplained snicker, they all said their farewells. Erik would be coming home tomorrow, and as they were leaving, Anneli promised him a nice, home cooked meal. Finally, with everyone gone, Erik lay back in his bed to rest. The same nurse came in a few minutes later to offer him a few pain meds. She glanced at the bottle of Pepsi on the table.

"Now you know your aren't supposed to have that in here," she chided, with a little smile.

"Uh… It's not mine…?!" Erik tried, with the most innocent look he could muster.

"Mmm hmm…" She gave him 'that' look. "I s'pose it was those two boys again," she said with a raised eyebrow, and a resigned smile. Erik only laughed, and with a friendly chuckle, the nurse left his room.

Erik rested awhile, and then, a bit bored he picked up his iPhone to call his parents once again, and even send a text or two to friends back home. When he had finished, he set the phone aside and glanced at the photo on the bedside table of Bo and himself. He smiled, and had the sudden urge to take a look at his other pictures. Picking his phone up again, he opened the photo ap, he noticed something new there. Curiously, he opened the new picture, and immediately started laughing. There, on the screen were two white butts; full moons glowing at him, with dangling ball sacs below. He laughed until his injured ribs made him stop. Not able to resist, he opened up the 'secret' picture as well. "Damn…" He breathed, looking again at the erotic pic of Bo. Feeling himself start to grow stiff, he decided he couldn't hold off any longer. He slid gingerly out of bed, and walked into the little bathroom there, closing the door behind him. Erik slipped out of his hospital gown and sat back on the toilet. Holding the iPhone picture in one hand, and his own longing tool in the other. He began to play, briskly stroking his aching boy pickle.

Several minutes later, even though his ribs were starting to complain, he grunted out a long, low moan; and shot his youthful load into the toilet. He bent over slightly, feeling relieved, and panting to regain his breath. Outside, in his room, the large black nurse finished straitening his bed. She glanced at the bathroom door and shook her head. "Mmm, mm, mm…" she mumbled to herself. "Boys just can't keep they hands off themselves…" With her crooked grin, and a shake of her head, she smiled and left his room.

* Authors note: This is the first, of the 'Two Part Finale' to the story. I really want to thank the many, many people who have been following it all along. With a special thanks to the many of you who have continued to send emails with comments and feedback. Most of you don't want me to end the story, but… It is better to leave you wanting more, than for the story, and characters to grow stale. Seems like the story was well received, and my characters have resonated with you. We all share a common thread, and I've bonded with a number of you as well. And that is, after all, best reward for doing this. Thanks for all your time. It has been a pleasure… Very Special thanks to Hans Schreiber. And my new riend from Sweden, Anders…

Chapter Fourteen
The Finale

In the last Chapter: Erik was recovering in the hospital, where he was visited by his friends, Bo and Jan. He had escaped major injuries for the most part, but had to remain under observation for another day, due to the concussion he had sustained. The boys had left him, with some 'playful' pictures on his iPhone, and Erik decided to 'relieve' his longings, so to speak. Now, time is growing short, before Erik's summer visit inevitably comes to an end…

Back at the Hansson's farm, everyone had just returned home from their afternoon visit to the hospital. Spirits were much higher, now that they were certain Erik was going to be ok. In fact, they would head back to Örebro University Hospital in the morning to bring him home. Bo's attitude had changed from being totally distressed, to the happy smiling boy that he usually was. It was agreed that Jan would spend the night; that way, the boys could help Bodil in the morning with the farm chores. Erik wouldn't be up to that for several days, and the boys willingly offered to fill in for him. Besides, spending the night might afford some other opportunities to have a little boy play between themselves. They had decided that they would sleep out in the barn, up in the loft in Bo's not so secret hiding place. After all, what's the point in having a 'secret' place, if you don't do secret things there.

For now though, it was only around three in the afternoon, and being Saturday, the boys thought it might be cool if they could go downtown and see a movie. Bodil, however, was gone for a few hours picking up a few things for the farm; so the boys called Jan's mom to see if she would drive them. She agreed, but… It was with the stipulation that they had to take Jan's younger brother along with them. Jan whined about that for a bit, but his mother wouldn't budge; so they finally agreed to let him tag along,

"Under Protest," Jan had said.

Half an hour later, Jan's mother pulled into the driveway with Mikael sitting in the back seat; a shit eating grin on his face. Bo and Jan crawled into the car and slid onto the seat alongside him. Mikael smiled like the Cheshire Cat at them, and Jan just shook his head; little brother had gotten his way, again… His mother dropped them at the Filmstaden Örebro theater, and told them she would pick them up after their movie. Since the boys had over half an hour to kill before it started, and since the theater was only about two blocks from the bike shop; they all headed over there to waste a little time. Looking around, they saw their cycling coach and owner of the bike shop, Greger. They talked with him for a bit, and Greger told them he had heard about the accident, and was glad that the boys and Erik were all okay. He reminded them again, to keep practicing, since the Road Race in Stockholm was only two weeks out.

As they talked, several other boys strolled into the bike shop; including their friend Kinney, who was with a couple of older boys.

"Hey Kinney," Bo greeted him.

"Åh, hej killar, (Oh hey guys.)" He beamed and walked over to them. He noticed Mikael standing with them, and he grinned sheepishly. "Hi Mikael, what's up?" he said, a little shyly, as he thought back to last week, and the 'messing around' they had done in his bedroom.

"Hi Kinney. We're goin' to the movie," Mikael informed him, with a smile.

"Ya? Me too. We're going to the four forty showing; I'm here with my older brother and his friend."

"That's the movie we're going to. Wanna' sit with us?"

"Uh, ya I guess," Kinney said, "My brother's ticked anyway, cause mom made him take me along with them."

"Same here," Mikael laughed, as he glanced over at Jan. "So sit with us ok?"

"Alright, see ya in there then." Kinney smiled and walked back over toward his brother. The boys poked around for a few more minutes, looking at, and drooling over the new Specialized Bikes and riding gear that was on display; and then they made their way back to the theater, where they bought some drinks and popcorn. They headed inside to find some seats; the theater wasn't very crowded, but Mikael saved a seat for Kinney anyway. A few minutes later, Kinney and the two other boys came in; and Mikael waved to get his attention. The two older boys continued up toward the back to find seats, but Kinney slid into the aisle, and plopped down next to Mikael and the other boys.

They all chattered amongst themselves, including recounting their story about the accident to Kinney. His facial expressions showed he was very concerned about Erik. After all, it was Erik who had been so nice to him, and had finally given him the courage to swim, and be naked with the other boys that day at Jan's house. When the previews started, the boys settled in to watch; and Mikael shared his popcorn, and some private whispers with Kinney. The boys giggled a bit, and then as the lights dimmed completely for the movie, they raised the armrest of the seat between them. The boys all watched quietly for awhile, really getting into the action adventure film; but about halfway through, something caught Bo's attention, and he glanced to his left in the darkened theater. He watched for a moment until he was sure, and then smiling he elbowed Jan, sitting on his right.

Jan looked at him, and he leaned over and whispered into Jan's ear; then pointed to their right. Both boys peeked over to the next seats where Mikael and Kinney were sitting. Though the boys were holding a large bucket of popcorn over their laps to try and hide it; you could still see that the two younger boys were busy feeling each other up, underneath the bucket. A huge grin crossed Jan's face, and both he and Bo giggled quietly to themselves before returning their attention to the movie. But a few minutes later, Jan leaned in close to Bo, and whispered something to him.

"Hey…" he breathed quietly into his ear. "Wanna' mess around tonight when we go to bed?" Bo grinned at him in the darkness.

"You kidding," he whispered back, "My dick's so hard right now it hurts…" Bo smiled. A moment later, Jan secretly reached over and playfully gave Bo's pecker a little squeeze. He was right; it was hard as a rock…

When the movie finished, the boys all went outside into the warm early evening air. Kinney said goodbye to everyone, and with a significant smile at Mikael, he went off to join his brother.

"Well… Someone had fun, huh!" Jan smiled slyly, as he elbowed his little brother. Mikael looked up at him and blushed slightly. Much to Mikael's surprise however, his brother wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a friendly little hug.

"Thanks bro…" Mikael said, looking up admiringly at his older brother. The boys started across the street, and Jan playfully pinched his brothers bum. "Hey…" Mikael grinned happily.

They called Jan's mom to come pick them up, and while they waited, Bo bought them all an ice-cream treat at one of the little shops along the street. It was only a short time later their mom showed up, and the boy's slid into the backseat of the car again, for the quick ride home. The boys chatted about the movie, and other nonsensical boy things during the ride home; and when the car pulled in at Bo's grandparents house, Bo opened the car door. Just before hopping out, he reached over and surprised Mikael by secretly giving his young boy bits a playful squeeze. With a wink and a smile, Bo jumped out of the car and closed the door behind him. Mikael sat there looking out the window with a silly, 'I'll get you' grin on his face… Jan grabbed up his backpack, that he had asked his mom to bring along. He leaned over the front seat, and gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek, then turned; and to his mother's surprise, he gave his brother a nice little hug before sliding out of the car. They waved to each other, as she carefully backed the car out the driveway.

The boys went inside and washed up for dinner. Anneli had dished them up, and they all sat down for a nice leisurely meal together. After helping with the clean up, Bo telephoned Erik on his cell phone; and they talked for nearly twenty minutes.

"So, did you see the picture Jan and I left you on your cell phone?" Bo asked quietly.

"Uhh, you could say that," Erik laughed. "And uh… Then I looked at that other picture of you as well… Well, let's just say, to make myself feel better…"

"Ohhh… You're nasty," Bo laughed, and not surprisingly he felt a little tightening in his own groin area. "I can't wait till you come home tomorrow," Bo said.

"I know, me too. I… I miss you, ya know," Erik said sincerely. Bo smiled, and they talked a few more minutes. Finally, he mentioned that someone else wanted to talk to him, and he handed the phone over Jan. Erik and Jan talked for another five minutes as well; just boy stuff, and when the conversation ended, all the boys were feeling pretty good. They were all more than happy that Erik would be home soon.

The boys played a board game with Bodil and Anneli for an hour, and then decided that they would get ready for bed. Going back into Bo's bedroom, they both changed into pajamas; sans underwear. They walked out through the living room, said their goodnights, and wandered out to the barn; where they were sleeping in the loft for the night. They climbed up, and closing the little trap door, they spread themselves out on top of the sleeping bags. There was a little night light that they switched on, and Jan pulled the iPad out of his backpack. The boys casually started searching for 'good' stuff, and eventually found a few 'naughty' sites to keep them interested for awhile. Lying on their backs, side by side they pulled pillows up beneath their heads and shoulders as they looked excitedly at some of the pictures they had found; their bare feet rubbing softly against one another. They finally brought up the Nifty web site again, and searched out the 'Just Like Scott' story that they had been reading. Starting a new chapter, they read along till they reached a scene where the boys in the story were skinny dipping up at a rock quarry. Well, not only skinny dipping, but playing sex games as well. Bo glanced at Jan, and then looked down to see the prominent bulge in his pajama bottoms. Playfully, he reached down and 'twanged' the stiff boy bump with his fingers.

"Hey…" Jan giggled, as Bo did it again, several times; his young tool bending, then springing rigidly back up. Jan lowered the iPad and looked down at Bo's pajama clad nether regions. He reached out, and playfully swatted at the lump of Bo's part and parcel. The boys giggled, and soon were engaged in an impish wrestling match; the apparent purpose of which, was to grope the other into submission.

After several long minutes, and after conceding the match as a tie; the boys rested against one another, their heads touching softly. Their warm breaths played on each others cheeks, and softly fueled their youthful arousal. Jan rolled over partially on top of Bo then, his stiff young prong pressed urgently into the other boy's hip; and as they shared each other's body heat, Bo lifted his head to engage his lips with Jan's, and they sucked playfully at each others lip and tongue. Jan reached down to slip his hand under the waistband of Bo's pajama bottoms; cradling what he found there.

"Mmm…" Bo moaned softly into the other boy's mouth. He rested his head back, as he enjoyed the gentle squeezing, and the warmth of Jan's exploring fingers as they peeled back the hood of his foreskin, locking it in beneath the ridge of his glans. Jan pulled away then, and reaching up, he tugged his own pajama top off over his head. Bo quickly joined him, stripping off his pajama top at the time, exposing the tan skin of his firm torso. Jan swiveled around so his face was at Bo's groin. He put his mouth over the cloth covered bulge and wetly sucked at it. Bo giggled with delight, and sighed contentedly as Jan traced the hidden shape with his lips and tongue.

Finally, Jan pulled open the pajama's fly, and maneuvered Bo's rigid boypole out through the opening. Holding it at the base, he licked at it from all sides, as if it were a melting ice cream treat; causing Bo to shiver, and sigh deeply at the pleasant tongue lashing.

"Åh, det är häftigt… Fantastisk… (Oh, that is awesome… Fantastic…)" Bo writhed as his pubescent boner leaked a drop of liquid ambrosia. Jan wasted no time in sucking it from Bo's shiny purple tip. Bo's tummy drew tightly inward at the glorious feeling of Jan's lips wrapped around his length. He reached upward over his head, and grabbing Jan's pajama bottoms, he slid them down over Jan's rear end, leaving them bunched at his knees. Bo looked up to see Jan's dick firmly entrenched above his face; and he raised up and gobbled it into his mouth. He gave as good as he got; as both boys fervently tried to drain the other of his life giving fluids.

Grunting, and groaning, the boys rolled into several positions as they worked each other toward climax. Even in this moment of pleasure, Bo thought of Erik. He thought back to that wonderful first experience when Erik had given him his first, and the most erotic blowjob of his young life. (Chapter Seven) Erik was everything to him. His friend, his mentor, his love… The thought of Erik, and the memories of that wonderful experience sent him over the edge. His penis swelled, his testicles clung to him as his hot ejaculate coursed through his boy parts and exploded in grand fashion into Jan's sucking mouth. "Uhhhhhhh, Uhhh, uhhhhhhh…," he all but screamed around Jan's tumescent tube which was still in his own mouth. The gusher that filled Jan's mouth, also set him off. As he swallowed his friend's sticky load; his own boy sauce began to escape his young balls, and spewed into Bo's mouth. His youthful firehouse working to douse the heated desire in Bo's oral orifice. They sucked each other to the point of collapse; and then they did just that. The boys nestled together, as Jan had spun around to lay side by side with his best friend. Bo shuddered a bit, when Jan's thigh brushed softly against his still sensitive member; which was still throbbed, more than a little aroused. They kissed briefly, in silent gratitude of the exchange; and with a relaxed sigh, both boys lay back to stare at the ceiling, until the sandman took them away.

Peaceful slumber, and the next morning the boys woke to the sounds of Bodil getting work started somewhere out in the field. Bo sat up, putting his arms behind him to prop himself up. He gazed out of the loft window, quietly perusing the sights below as he reached up to push his disheveled blond hair out of his face. He yawned then, and glanced over at Jan, who was still lying face down on top of the sleeping bag beside him. He looked at the soft tanned skin of his friends back; and his eyes trailed down to the smooth rounded modules of his butt cheeks. "Time to get up…" Bo said quietly. Jan mumbled something, but his only movement then was to turn his head so it faced the other way. Getting to his feet, Bo stretched and yawned again; his naked boyhood sticking strait out in front of him. He gave it a brief squeeze, and tugged his foreskin forward a bit, as if to loosen it from the sticky grip of the night before.

"Come on, get up," he repeated, and standing over his friend he put his bare foot on Jan's warm butt cheeks and began wiggling it like a large vibrator.

"Ohh… Uhhhh…" Jan sighed. "That feels so good," he raised his hips against it, pleading for more. Bo only smiled, and he playfully wiggled his toes into Jan's crease. "Eww… Mmm… That's even better," Jan moaned with a mischievous smile.

"Want more?" Bo asked.

"Yes, please…" came the quiet response. Bo only grinned, and stooping over he abruptly slapped his palm hard onto Jan's right butt cheek.

"Yeooowwww!" Jan screamed out as his cheek stung. Laughing, Bo ran for the trapdoor, and began climbing down from the loft as Jan sprung up to chase him.

Bo reached the ground, and still laughing he headed for the bedroom there, that Erik uses. He bolted through the door, with Jan right at his heels. Still quite naked, they danced around in a game of keep away for a few seconds, before Jan tackled Bo onto the soft bed. They squirmed around, tousling a bit; until Jan gained an advantage and spanked Bo's butt in playful retaliation. With both boys panting and chuckling, they headed into the little bathroom there to take a needed morning piss, and a quick wakeup shower. When they had dried and dressed, the boys headed out to the field to help Bodil take care of the morning chores. It really wasn't all that tough; just time consuming. When everything was finally finished, they all headed back to the house to clean up and get some breakfast. Bo was getting increasingly excited; because when they done, it was time to load into the SUV to go into town and get Erik. He couldn't wait.

When they arrived at the hospital, Erik was very happy to see everyone; and was more than ready to be on his way. They took care of all the discharge paperwork, and Erik gathered his things. With a grin, he said goodbye to the large nurse who had run his floor; and with the technical stuff out of the way, they loaded up and headed toward home. They dropped Jan off at his house, and after exchanging hugs; Jan said he'd be over tomorrow to help with the farm chores, and go on a bike training ride with Bo. Erik was touched, that Jan was wanting to help cover for him with the chores. When they got back to the Hansson's farm, Bo hovered over Erik; wanting to wait on him, hand and foot. 'Let me get you a pillow', 'Here, sit down over here', 'Let me get you something to drink'… It was both touching, and rather amusing to Erik, Bodil and Anneli.

"Bo, I'm fine… Really. I'm just soar is all. If you really want to do something; then sit down with me and relax," Erik pleaded. Bo realized he was acting like a little mother hen, and with a timid smile he settled onto the couch snuggling alongside Erik to watch tv.

In the afternoon, Bodil and Anneli decided to head in to town and do their grocery shopping, leaving the boys to their own devices. When they had gone, Bo quickly sidled up to Erik on the couch, gently leaning against him.

"Geeze I missed you so much," Bo said quietly. Erik put his arm around the boy, and gently stroked his fingers through the youngster's soft blond hair.

"Me too," he said softly. They looked tenderly at one another, and without another word they came together for a nice, long kiss. "Boy I missed that…" Erik whispered. They smiled, and came together again. This time Bo's tongue pushed forward, slipping wetly between Erik's lips; wetly bonding them. After an extended make out session, Bo went into the kitchen and returned with several glasses of lemonade for the two of them. He stripped off both his and Erik's shoes and socks, and then nestled in comfortably alongside his older friend; where they cuddled and watched some more tv until Bodil and Anneli finally came home.

That evening, Anneli cooked up a wonderful 'welcome home' dinner; the first non hospital food that Erik had in the last few days. It was so deliciously good, and he appreciated all of her efforts; right down to the warm brownies they shared for dessert. They all hung out for awhile after dinner; and later Erik figured he should head out to his room for the night. Anneli stopped him though, suggesting that he should stay in main the house tonight, just in case. Bo quickly offered his bed, saying that he would sleep on the floor; and that way he would be right there to take care of Erik if he needed anything. Done and done…

Erik and Bo washed up, said their goodnights and headed back into Bo's bedroom. Anneli had already laid out the sleeping bag and a down comforter for Bo. Closing the door, Bo did something he rarely did; he locked the door behind him. The boys stripped down to their undershorts for bed, and Bo couldn't help but look again at the nasty bruise still running down the length of Erik's side. Very tenderly he slid his fingers up and down it; with an unsettled look of worry over his smooth boyish features. "Oh, Erik…" he said quietly.

"It looks ugly I know. But honestly Bo, it doesn't really hurt. He looked at the beautiful boy standing in front of him, and he placed his hands on the boy's soft shoulders. "God you look so perfect…" He voiced quietly. Bo blushed a little at the compliment. Erik stepped into him, hugging the boy and wresting his cheek on Bo's head; their bodies pressed lovingly together. Bo wrapped his arms gently around Erik's waist and he sighed contentedly at the warmth that radiated through him. They stood that way for several minutes, swaying gently in each others arms, neither of them wishing to disturb the moment. When finally they moved apart; Erik slipped out of his underwear, and then turned down the covers on the bed. He sat on the edge of it, and turned back to look at Bo, who had just slipped off his red cotton briefs. He stood there naked, and in Erik's eyes, brilliant. Michelangelo's statue of David most certainly would pale in comparison. Bo smiled and stepped forward in front of Erik, his soft boy part hanging limply over his smooth round testicles. Erik placed his hands on the boys warm hips, and pulling him gently forward, he softly kissed the silky skin of Bo's flat belly. He breathed in the scent of the boy's flaccid package, and then tenderly kissed it. Not in a sexual way; but simply to admire the perfect picture of boyhood in front of his eyes.

Erik slid himself in under the bed covers then, and Bo crawled in with him. They snuggled closely together face to face, wrapped in one another from head to toe. Neither boy sprung and erection; their soft warm genitals only melded together blissfully. They lay this way for a long time, before happily drifting off to sleep. Morning found them in much the same way. Bo had turned over in the night, and was now spooned snuggly into Erik's body, clutching the strong arm that was draped over him, holding him lovingly. The boys woke, one at a time. Bo first; and he twisted his body just a bit, so that he could look at Erik. Gently he placed his hand on Erik's defined chest, and he moved his fingers in abstract patterns. The seventeen year old's muscles were firm beneath the soft pliant skin; and Bo loved the silky steel feel of it. His forefinger found Erik's nipple, and ever so gently he rubbed his finger in tiny circles around it. Erik stirred just a bit.

"Mmm, morning…" Erik whispered.

"Hi," Bo breathed softly back.

"Whatcha' doing?" Erik whispered as Bo continued his gentle motions.

"Nothin… I was just gonna honk the horn…" Bo said. But Erik was wise to him this time. He reached out and squeezed Bo's nose twice.

"Honk, honk…" Erik grinned, and Bo giggled back at him. They lay there for a few more minutes, simply enjoying each others soft touch.

Finally Bo smiled, and he scootched himself down under the covers, till his face was in front of Erik's boy parts. He reached out with his fingers and lifted the soft skin to his lips, where he kissed tenderly at its tip; then pressed his nose into the soft warm package, and nuzzled around a bit.

"Mmmm…," Erik breathed softly above him. Bo took the spongy soft flesh into his mouth and suckled at it. It felt interesting this way; loose and squishy. Slipping it in and out over his warm lips, he could feel it begin to stiffen. Erik's tool swelled and became nicely erect, in his mouth. "Mmm…" Erik sighed again. Bo pulled him out, then lightly nibbled the small little bunch of skin underneath, where his circumcision culminated. Erik tensed pleasurably under the erotic tickling. Bo lowered his face into Erik's loose sac, licking fondly; his warm wet breaths felt awesome, and Erik squeezed his eyes shut at the intense stimulation. The boy continued rubbing his lips up and down the underside of Erik's length until it twitched on its own under the sensual assault. Bo slipped down over his glans, rolling his taught lips wetly over, and over, and over it again; his tongue digging at the reddened slit. "Uhh, fuckingaaa…," Erik breathed. Squeezing Erik's shaft with his fingers, he milked several sweet sticky drops to the surface, and he delighted in them as he savored the syrupy amber droplets. Wanting to please Erik, Bo went to work; and for several long minutes he bobbed rhythmically, purposefully on the warm meaty tube filling his mouth. Erik's hips fidgeted as his insides began spark with feeling. Bo swallowed his length, then drew back, only to swallow him again. In his fingers he could feel Erik's nuts draw tight. "Uhhhhhshiiiiiii…," Erik breathed. Bo pulled back leaving just the swollen head in his mouth, wanting to taste the full extent of the boy cream as it erupted. With his hand below his mouth, he continued to masturbate Erik's spit lubricated shaft; until he came…

Erik streamed his warm boy jelly into Bo's mouth. It washed over the boy's tongue in pulse after gooey pulse, until there was nothing left in the meaty shaft. Erik shuddered in aftershock when Bo slowly, very slowly pulled him out of his mouth. Swallowing the last of it, and licking his lips, Bo resurfaced from under the bed covers. He looked up into Erik's face and smiled. He could see the satiated expression on his face; and he knew that he had brought intense pleasure to his friend. Erik wrapped his arms warmly around Bo.

"Whoa…," he breathed. "That was better than being hit by a car, any day…" Bo gave him a strained look, and then smiled. Reaching back under the covers, he took hold of Erik's softening tool, squeezing it twice. "Honk, honk…" He grinned, and Erik burst out laughing.

The boys got up, and dressed. Jan showed up on his bicycle shortly thereafter, and the two younger boys went out to help Bodil with the morning farm chores. Erik felt totally guilty at not being able to help, so he told Anneli he wanted to at least make breakfast for everyone. He began cooking up his dad's camping breakfast goulash. Fried diced potatoes, cooked up in olive oil with onion, mounds of diced bacon, cheese and eggs. He seasoned everything until he was satisfied; and when he noticed Bodil and the boys coming in from the field, he started the toast. When everyone had washed up, Erik began dishing everyone a plate, and sat them at the table. The kitchen smelled really good, and the hungry boys dove into the tasty breakfast mix.

"Mmm, Erik… That's awesome, Jan responded with his mouth full.

"Ja, detta är så bra, (Yes, this is so good.)" Bo agreed, as he shoveled in another mouthful. Bodil nodded in agreement, looked at his wife and pointed to the plate of food.

"Mmmm…" He offered. Everyone seemed to enjoy it, and soon the large pan was empty. Erik felt a little better, at being able to help in that way at least. He cleared the table, and insisted on cleaning everything up himself.

An hour later, the boys had changed and they headed off on a long, road bike training ride. Erik had to stay home of course; but he filled his time on the computer doing his own research. And that's pretty much of how the next week passed. Erik was feeling better every day, and after two more days he joined everyone out in the field, helping with the chores. He could pretty much do everything; he just had to mind his cracked ribs, lifting things a little differently and such; but all in all he felt really good. After three days, he began joining the boys on their daily training rides; though his ribs ached a bit after the extended heavy breathing. Erik's 'body' bruise was slowly fading away and he was beginning to feel normal again. He and Bo would go out for long walks in the evening, just talking and sharing time together. On that following Saturday, Jan's parents had invited everyone over to their house for a swim party and bar-b-que. There were even a few boys, including Kinney and Stefan from the cycling team there as well. It turned out to be a surprise party for Erik. Jan's parents wanted to show their love, and feelings for the American boy, who had selflessly risked his own well being for Jan and Bo's safety.

Erik was thoroughly embarrassed by the attention, and he was incredibly humbled by everyone's genuine feelings toward him. At one point, Jan's father (Peter), asked Erik to join him in the house. They went inside and back into Peter's study.

"Have a seat," Peter offered. Erik smiled curiously, and he settled back. Peter glanced at him and smiled. "So, you'll be leaving us here, in about a week," he began.

"Oh. Uh ya," Erik replied thoughtfully. He had put it out of his mind; not wanting to think about having to go back home.

"I imagine you're anxious to get back then?" Peter remarked, though it sounded more like a question.

"Well… Ya, I guess. I mean, I miss my family and friends. And school starts again before too long, so…" Erik trailed off, and Peter looked at him.

"So what are your plans for the future? If you don't mind my asking," Peter finished.

"Well, first I have to graduate high school, of course. And then I'll be looking into one of the colleges. I haven't really dialed that in yet," Peter nodded at him.

"Erik, I'd like you to consider another option if you would. First of course, you need to finish your high school. I understand you're a pretty good student!"

"Uh, yes sir," Erik replied, a little confused now. He wondered how Jan's father would have known that. Peter smiled, noticing the wonderment on Erik's face. He chuckled slightly.

"I've talked with your parents," Peter confessed. "You know," he continued, "I'm an executive officer with Cisco Systems. Our niche is Global Communications. Erik, I'd like you to consider doing an internship with us," Erik's eyes showed his surprise.

"I'm sorry, what…?" Erik tried to clarify. Peter chuckled again.

"You have plenty of time to think about this Erik. But if you are interested, we can make some things happen. Like you said, you need to finish high school first, but then we could get you in at University, here in Sweden; and we can swing an internship program," Erik sat there, a bit dazed as he tried to process.

"Why would you… I mean, why me?" Erik stuttered. Peter stood in front of him, and looked him in the eye.

"Erik, why not you? I judge people, as someone famous once said; by the content of their character. Selflessness, is a fundamental earmark of that character. You likely saved my son's life; or at the very least, prevented severe, life threatening injury." His eyes began to well up a little. "My kids adore you, Erik. And I have the utmost respect for your character. And that, son, is why." Erik stood, and Peter shook his hand, holding it firmly for a moment.

"You have plenty of time Erik, we'll stay in touch. Now, let's get back out to the party shall we!" Peter put his arm around Erik's shoulders and they walked back out through the kitchen to the pool deck. The boys were all swimming, and splashing about in the pool. Erik stood in the warmth of the afternoon sun, still a bit bewildered by Peter's offer. He turned to watch Bo; who was running and laughing as he leaped into the pool, nearly on top of Jan. He looked so young. So innocent; and so incredibly sweet. Erik smiled to himself as he thought about their friendship. How in the world, had he fallen in love with this younger boy. He thought back again to their first meeting. The magic that he had felt when he had first laid eyes on the boy. The nervous excitement, the rush of adrenalin that he felt whenever he stood back and simply watched the blond haired wonder. He thought about those glorious, sparkling pools of blue, that were Bo's eyes. Erik sighed. His heart locked in a struggle with his conscience. No one would ever understand his love for this twelve year old boy. No one possibly could. A line from a song came to his mind. I'm fifteen for a moment, caught in-between ten and twenty, and I'm just dreamin', counting the ways to where you are.

He sighed again; and was startled back to the present when an arm wrapped around his shoulder. He glanced over to see that it was Bodil who was standing beside him, with a beer in his hand; gazing at the pool. Bodil tuned his head and looked Erik in the eyes; then gave him a gentle smile.

"You know…" he said quietly, "It's not a persons age that really matters. It's what you feel, in your heart…" He tapped his finger gently on Erik's chest. "I'm just saying…" With a warm smile, Bodil turned and walked back over to be with his wife. Erik's eyes followed him, and he smiled as he looked at the old Swedish farmer. A small hand filled his own then; and he glanced over to see young Mikael, pulling him toward the pool. "Come on Erik. Come swim with us," Mikael urged; and with a grin he tugged off his shirt, and hopped into the pool with the other boys.

The party went on for several more hours. There was all kinds of food; bar-b-qued meats, drinks and even music as the boys, and adults alike swam, laughed and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. For some unexplianed reason, little Mikael and Kinney disappeared for a little while… When they came back, no one seemed to notice that they were each wearing different swim suits… Rather curious… As evening fell, people began to filter off, heading for home; including Anneli and Bodil. Jan's mom offered to drop the boys off later, when they were ready to leave; so the boys all hung out for awhile longer, just talking quietly together and eventually managing to spend a little 'private' time in the sauna…

***

Days rolled past. The following week was marching by way too quickly. Each morning, Bo and Jan helped out on farm. Even though Erik was pretty much up to full steam. The truth is, the boys were rather enjoying being a part of it; and for Bo, certainly he wanted to spend as much time with Erik as he possibly could. Erik rode bikes with the boys everyday as well, helping them to train for this coming weekends ride in Stockholm. The race was on Saturday, and after that… Well, they would all spend another night in the city; and Sunday afternoon, Erik would be heading back home, to America. None of the boys tried to think about it much; though it certainly was the Elephant in the room, rather hard to ignore as the week wore on. Thursday bloomed into a beautifully sunny, cloud free day; and with the farm work done, the three boys joined up with Stefan, their friend from the riding team. Together they all rode up into the foothills for the last real day to practice. They rode the same training circuit that the boys had ridden several other times over the summer.

At the upper end, they rolled down familiar ground; the long highway which led to their favorite secluded spot on the lake. A fond memory for Erik, to be sure. The boys walked their bikes down the path one last time, sweating from the long ride up. They dropped their backpacks in the tall wild grasses, which rustled, and swayed listlessly in the warm summer breeze. The boys stripped out of their riding gear, and once again plunged naked into the cooling waters of the lake; swimming casually out to the log and back. When they returned to the shore, Erik and Bo crawled up onto the bank, and lay on their backs in the warm grass, staring thoughtfully into the blue skies above. Bo rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand as he looked at Erik; studying his naked body as if trying to memorize it. He smiled sadly. "We only have a few days left," he said quietly. Erik turned his head to look at him.

"I know…" Erik breathed back, hardly more than a whisper. "Let's not think about it now ok?" He smiled warmly as he stared into Bo's soft eyes; not wanting anything to sully his memory of this place. It was here, that he had first seen Bo in all his splendid glory; naked. It was here that Erik had actually made love to his young companion; the most beautiful boy in the world. This was the place that fifty years from now, whatever happened in his life, he would always remember with tender fondness.

Erik smiled again, and he leaned over to share a gentle kiss with that same boy. "Hey… Get a room," Jan called out playfully from a few feet away, as he and Stefan emerged form the water. Erik and Bo turned to look at the other boys, standing there smirking at them; and they all laughed. They dried themselves with the sun; but before getting dressed, Erik fished his iPhone from his pack. He asked Stefan to do him a favor, and take a picture of him, and the other two boys. They stood with their backs to the lake. Erik in the middle, Bo to his left, and Jan to his right; all of them still naked. Just to be 'cute', Erik spread his arms out to the sides, and with his hands, he covered both the other boys privates. Bo and Jan used their inside hands, and reached out to cover Erik's bits as well. Stefan chuckled at the sight, and he snapped the picture. "Now there's one for your facebook page," he grinned, as he handed the phone back to Erik.

After the long ride home, Bo and Erik got cleaned up, and sat down for a nice family meal, that Anneli had prepared. They all spent the balance of the evening visiting and such; and at one point, Anneli even brought out a photo album to show Erik some pictures of Bo when he was younger. Erik smiled happily, as he perused the pictures; thinking to himself, that Bo had always been adorable. There were even several photos of Bo as a toddler. "What's this…?" Erik chuckled, as he pointed to one of them. It was a picture of young Bo, standing naked in the driveway with his tricycle, and a silly little smile on his face.

"That was his first little bike," Anneli recalled. "I don't know why he was always running around naked," she teased.

"Awe…," Erik chided, and Bo blushed a little bit, grabbing for the album. After that, the boys settled in on the couch to watch a movie; and when Anneli got up to put the album away, Erik whispered to Bo. "You had a cute little butt, even back then," And he gently pinched Bo's bottom. Anneli and Bodil had gone to bed long before the movie ended. So the boys sat snuggled comfortably together till the movie was over; and then after a long shared kiss, they went off to bed as well. Time was growing all too short.

Friday, after the morning chores were finished, and the boys had showered; the realities of Erik's leaving began to set in, as he began to pack his things. They would all be taking the drive into Stockholm today, where they would spend the night. This way, they didn't have to make the several hour trip early on Saturday morning before the race. Bo would be fresh, and there would be time to relax, and show Erik around the city. Out in the barn, Bo sat listlessly on Erik's bed, handing him shirts one by one; as Erik folded them and quietly tucked them away into his luggage.

"I hate this…" Bo stated flatly.

"I know… Me too," Erik smiled as he cupped his palm lightly against Bo's cheek. "Come on now, we promised. No getting down. No tears," he smiled reassuringly at Bo; though inside his own chest ached, and it had nothing to do with his mending ribs. He leaned over, and took Bo's top lip between his own. A warm, wet kiss. Pulling back a few inches, they stared into each others eyes. Bo slowly reached his finger up, and touched it twice to the tip of Erik's nose. "Honk, honk…" he whispered with a sad little smile.

An hour later everything was loaded up in the SUV, and with Bo's bicycle locked securely onto the bike rack, they pulled out of the driveway. Erik took a long look back at the farm as they pulled away. It had been his home for the past six weeks; and already he could feel things changing. It was actually a pleasant drive into Stockholm; and Erik got to see more of the beautiful Swedish countryside along the way. When they finally reached the city, Erik gazed around at everything; he was fascinated by the architecture. Things certainly didn't look like this back in Portland. They checked into their hotel, and once settled, they headed out to show Erik even more of Sweden's premier city. The Royal Palace, The Nordic Museum; too much to see, not enough time. But Erik was more than thrilled at what he experienced.

After a long day and a late dinner, they returned to the hotel for the night. Bodil had arranged two rooms; one for he and his wife, and one for Bo and Erik. The boys settled into their room, and though Erik insisted that Bo save his energy for the race; that didn't stop them from taking a forty minute shower together. Lovingly, yet playfully they washed each other; locked tongue to tongue for long, blissful minutes, as the warm water rinsed soothingly down their youthful curves. They caressed, and touched each others most sensitive spots; giggling joyfully, as they crafted sudsy shapes on each other's body with shampoo lather. Happily, they rubbed their soap slickened bodies together in unhurried passion. Erik stood in front of Bo, and began to wash his long blond locks, and as he did so, Bo wrapped his soap laden fingers around Erik's stiffened length. He pulled at it repeatedly, tugging Erik's length toward him over and over again, causing his loose sac to sway beneath him.

"Gonna' make you squirt," Bo teased. Moments later, Erik did just that. He shuddered, arched his head back and suddenly his penis swelled in Bo's hand, and ejaculated his love onto the youngster's belly. Bo felt each hot pulse drum across his skin, and he squeezed himself tightly into Erik, holding that love between them for as long as he could. Finally he and Erik pulled apart, reluctantly. With some drawn out kisses, and after a last rinse; they got out of the shower and dried each other. Finishing their other toiletries, the boys went back into the bedroom, and feeling a little tired, they crawled into one of the soft cozy beds. Erik plopped on his back, and Bo snuggled up on top of him, resting his cheek gently on Erik's warm chest. After a time, they fell asleep that way, wrapped lovingly around each other.

The alarm went off in the morning, and both boys returned from their own pleasant dream. With a little morning stretch, Bo rolled off of Erik, and they both noticed the sticky drying mess smeared on Erik's pubes and genitals. "Really?" Erik chuckled. "You had a wet dream, on top of me?" Bo looked surprised, and then a huge smile crossed his lips. "Wow, guess that wasn't just a dream after all," he giggled. Erik reached down and squeezed Bo's young tube, milking another drop or two to the surface. He swiped his finger through it, and with a sly teasing smile, he sucked it off his finger.

"Mmm… Tasty," Erik grinned.

"Let's do you…" Bo suggested eagerly, as he reached for Erik's length, and stroked it a few times.

"Ahh… We don't have time for that," Erik chided reluctantly, as he pushed Bo over on the bed. "Come on sweetmeat, time for you to get ready," Erik hopped out of bed and began to get dressed. Bo only lay there, looking up at him.

"Play with me first…" Bo pleaded, suggestively squeezing his young exposed boy parts.

"You wanna' play?" Erik grinned. Bo nodded eagerly at him. Erik smiled back, and grabbing hold of the bedcover, he pulled it off the bed, spilling Bo onto the floor.

"Hey…" Bo giggled. "Not that kind of play," he stuck his tongue out at Erik, and with some reluctance he got up and started putting on his cycling gear.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and Bo went to open it. Jan was standing there wearing his own cycling gear, with a bemused grin on his face. "Morning," he said, and then he noticed the bedcovers all crumpled up and strewn on the floor. "Hope you two uhh, slept well…" he grinned. That little remark accomplished nothing more than getting him thrown on the bed, and beaten by pillows for several moments. "Okay, ok… I give," he laughed. (A few more pillow hits first.) Bo and Erik finished dressing, and then went to get Bodil and Anneli from across the hall. They found Jan's mother, and his little brother downstairs in the hotel cafeteria. (They had driven up this morning with Jan) And now they all sat down for a quick breakfast; the boys fueling up on bananas and peanut butter waffles, for some protein and quick energy. With that done, they climbed into the cars and drove to the gathering area for the bike race. Bo and Jan quickly found their team, and they all gathered for some last minute coaching and warm up.

This was a different kind of race today. Unlike like the Criterium, this was a modified road course. They would ride as a team, several boys from each age bracket all riding together, and competing against sixteen other teams. It was similar to a team time trail, in that your accrued time stopped when at least one rider from each age group finished the race. This meant taking care of your team members; drafting each other, conserving energy, and pushing each other along at as quick a pace as possible. It was a long race, and would take nearly two and a half hours from start to finish. The open road course was kind of difficult to watch as a spectator. Bodil, Anneli, and Jan's mom gathered at the start/finish line for the start; but not being familiar with the course, they decided to visit, and do other things till the riders returned for the finish. Greger, the cycling coach, invited Erik, and even young Mikael to ride in the back of the team car. They got to follow the race, on course. It was a thrill for Jan's younger brother, actually getting to see his sibling race, and even help, handing fresh water bottles to Gregor, who would pass them off to his riders, all on the fly at nearly thirty two kilometers an hour. Erik was happy as well, and got to act as team photographer, taking a shitload (official terminology) of pictures along the course.

In the end, the boy's did themselves proud; doing really well over the long course. Their team, finished fourth overall, out of the seventeen teams; and, they were one of only three teams to come across the line fully intact, with all of their riders finishing as a group. Gregor was thrilled with the results. And with their strong finish, they had also won an entry spot in a National Competition in the spring. Gregor took them all out for pizza, as part of his sponsorship duties, he said.

With the race wrapped up, and the celebrations all done, everyone could finally relax. Jan's mom, and his brother Mikael (under protest) loaded up in the car for the long drive back to Örebro. Jan was going to stay overnight, to be with his friends, and see Erik off at the airport the following afternoon. Erik said his farewells to Jan's mom and brother. Mikael wanted to give him a hug, and then surprised him with a kiss on the cheek. They all waved as the car pulled out to make their way home; Erik smiled after them, sad to see them go. They loaded into the SUV, and headed back to the hotel; where Bo and Jan hopped in to take a quick shower after their long ride. Afterwards, they drove around town a little, showing off a little more of the city to Erik; and that evening Bodil took everyone out to a very nice dinner. He even made a toast. Thanking Erik for all his hard work this summer; and more importantly, for being such a fine friend to Bo, and Jan. He even teared up, when he said he thought of Erik as a member of the family. Erik's eyes welled up a bit at that, and he got up and gave Bodil a warm hug. With dinner finished, and after a brief stop for an ice cream treat, (at Bodil's insistence); they all returned to the hotel for the last night. The boys went to their room and flipped on the television. Erik, getting ready for bed, went in to brush his teeth; and when he came back out he stopped in his tracks, and laughed. There, lying together on one of the two queen size beds in the room, was Bo and Jan. They were naked, but for their skimpy thong styled briefs.

"Kinda like old times, eh…" Jan said with a grin. Erik smiled and thought back happily to the sleepover, and the naughty things they had all shared that night. (Chapter Seven).

"Why does this not surprise me?" Erik joked. And with a huge grin, he reached up and pulled his tee shirt off over his head. Unbuttoned and zipped down, Erik let his shorts fall to the floor; and he leaped onto the bed, lying between the two boys on his back. "Resistance is futile boys, so have at me…"

What happened next, could only be described as an old fashioned orgy. The three boys went at it for several hours. From head to toe, no part was left unsucked. No orifice was left unexplored. Body fluids were exchanged, and then exchanged back again. Crevices were filled, erections were drained, and then drained again. It was, in a word, Awesome. They laughed, and played; they explored and giggled with curious abandon. Filled with all of the wonder and energy that only boys can possibly muster. And after the wild threesome, and a much needed shower; the boys fell asleep in a bunch, for a few needed hours of rest. It was some time later that Erik felt a gentle touch, shaking him awake. He opened his eyes to see Bo, smiling down at him. He looked up at Bo through bleary eyes, thinking again just how angelic he looked. The boy took him by the hand, pulling his naked body up, and quietly across to the other bed. "It's my turn now," he whispered.

They drifted down together, and tenderly this time they touched one another with gentle fingertips. A soft long kiss. Their fingers slowly tracing over each other's supple curves. Clearly this was more than mere desire; this was love. There was something different this time, and they both felt it. Erik smiled softly as he slowly kissed Bo's neck. Their warm bodies slid passionately against one another like silk on silk. Bo twisted teasingly, rolling over so he was face down on the bed; his hips jutting upward, invitingly. Erik lay warmly on top of him, kissing his ear and licking down to the soft skin of his shoulder. His heated length, was pressed comfortably against Bo's moist warm crease; and Erik slid the flat of his hand softly down Bo's side, and over the rounded curve of his hip. His fingers even trembled a bit; just as they had that first time the boys had touched in a sensual way. Bo raised his hips up into him again, wiggling it, teasing Erik's willing member; but then with a mischievous smile, Bo twisted around so they were face to face again. He pressed forward then, and sucked on Erik's lip, and then his tongue as the two kissed deeply, wetly… Meaningfully.

Body parts intertwined as they coiled around and through each other. Soft warm skin, sliding together; goosebumps rose and fell on their flesh with each tender tickle, and every feathery touch. Erik's fingertips circled playfully over Bo's pebbled nipples; and down below, their boyish genitals ground, and humped softly together like warm exotic snakes in some form of primal mating ritual. Both boys had begun to drip with the sticky advance of precum; and Erik wanted only to please the boy that he loved. He pulled himself up so that he was kneeling between Bo's legs. Taking hold of the boys thighs, he pulled Bo's knees up to his chest, leaving his young tender bum elevated above the bed. Lowering his face, Erik touched his tongue to the soft pink of Bo's anal ring. The boy squealed pleasurably as Erik's tongue danced playfully across his most private of areas, and then entered him. Bo's fingers clamped into tight fists, as he gripped and pulled at the bed sheets in elated arousal. Erik swirled and twisted his tongue, bathing the boy's pink grommet in glistening spit; causing Bo to moan, his body to lurch and his boy ring to spasm. Bo let go of the sheets, and reaching between his knees he wrapped his fingers in Erik's soft brown hair. He was lost in the erotic stimulation; not knowing whether to push Erik away, or pull him in deeper. It was almost too much for him, and his own young prick twitched in near orgasm, as Erik's tongue probed within him. Erik slid his tongue upward, tickling the soft skin of his perineum and playing softly over the oval curve of his testicles. Bo continued to writhe, and moan; dripping more sticky sweet boy honey. Erik pulled Bo's penis off his tummy, skinned him and rolled his lips over the purple glistening tip. His tongue washed over the dripping crown, greedily devouring all of the boy's sweetness. He sucked down the boy's throbbing shaft, wanting him to cum; to squirt his boiling seed…

Bo was almost there; he groaned and squirmed, but… He had other plans, and it took all of his will power not to explode his load into Erik's mouth. He wanted to, oh god how he wanted to… With his fingers still entangled in Erik's hair, he pulled the older boy away from his dick. Pulled him up till they were face to face; and they kissed, deeply. Bo smiled, and twisted around, rolling Erik over onto his back. It was Bo's turn now, and he slid himself downward, softly teething and sucking on Erik's nipple. Tonguing him erotically, all the way down his flat heaving abs; and through his feathery soft brown pubes.

Bo lifted, and sucked Erik's hot boy stick into his mouth, joyfully digging his tongue at Erik's slit, tasting him, teasing him… He suckled his own finger, and then rubbed the glistening digit over Erik's boy hole. Bo began sucking his dick, priming him; and as he did that, he pressed his finger into Erik's tight ring; causing him to moan. Bo continued to suck him off for several minutes, and at the same time, he pushed another finger into Erik's bung hole; gently massaging and spreading the opening. Finally, he was ready. The boy pulled away and looked up at Erik. "Can I?" he asked.

"Oh ya… I've been waiting for this," Erik answered with a passionate smile. He pulled his legs up, and Bo settled between them, on his knees. He reached down and grabbed his young, four and a half inch [11 cm] length in his fingers. Shuffling in close, he lined himself up and pressed forward; gently touching it to Erik's moist opening. A shiver ran through both of them. He looked back up at Erik; "I love you…" He smiled softly. His hips pressed forward a bit, and the purple tip of his glans slipped out from its foreskin cloak. The shiny wet tip touched Erik's pucker causing him to shudder; and with a firm slow push he watched as his glans disappeared into the rose colored opening. Bo shivered with joy as he felt it pop inside, and Erik's sphincter seized around it. He looked timidly up at Erik, who smiled and nodded his approval. Bo's body was trembling; he swallowed, and gently pushed forward. In one long slow push, his young rigid boy tube slid deeply into Erik's inner sanctum. It was tight, moist, incredible… It throbbed, and he could feel Erik's intense body heat envelope his prong. "Ohhhhh geeze…" He sighed euphorically.

Erik's hands found his hips, and tugged at them, prompting Bo to push in deeper. The boy arched his back, and with a forward thrust he began humping against Erik's warm bottom. Slowly at first, he soon found his rhythm, and his young balls slapped against Erik's cheeks. "Mmmm, mmm, mmmm…" He moaned; joyfully possessed. After two or three minutes, a sheen of sweat coated his naked body like a second skin; and Erik's hands slid up and down his shimmering torso, arousing him even further. "Ohhhh… Ohhhhhhhh…" Long ghostly moans of pleasure… He wanted to last. He wanted to hold it; forever encased in the hot depths of Erik's love tunnel. Youthful lust, and inexperience took him though… "Ohh, Ohhh, ohhhhhhhh…" His boy parts took over the ship, and Bo's penis swelled; ecstasy overtook him as his insides boiled over with orgasmic intensity. In one catatonic moment he disseminated his hot load. Pulse after throbbing pulse spurted his seed in uncontrolled spasms deep into Erik's depths… Even after he was drained dry, his young dick continued to twitch and throb; pulling the trigger of his empty gun, with nothing left to shoot… Finally, he collapsed onto Erik's chest. And almost instantly there was a sticky warm pool of semen pressed between them, as Erik shot his own steaming load, untouched onto his chest and stomach. Hearts raced in their chests; beating furiously against each other… And then there were tears. Both of them cried softly; tears of joy, tears of happiness. Tears of loss. Their time together had nearly run out…

The following morning was sedate. Everyone kept a cheerful facade as the clock ticked away. They all went for a nice breakfast, and they talked and laughed and they enjoyed each other's company. The rest of the morning was spent outdoors, strolling through the beautiful Millesgarden Park, enjoying the warmth of the summer sun. Erik took pictures of the boys, posing with the nude statues… If only the boys could be naked as well… Shortly after noon, Erik treated everyone to a leisurely lunch. And then, there was no getting around it; Bodil drove everyone to the airport.

It was a fairly low keyed group that walked slowly up from the parking garage through the main terminal at Arlanda International Airport. They made their way to the SAS hub, and Erik checked in at the Scandinavian Airlines counter. They all walked up, and down the long corridors toward the gates. Bodil and Anneli, followed a bit behind the three boys. They walked up through the concourse as far as they could; only ticketed passengers were allowed beyond this point. It would be another ten minutes before boarding would begin, and the group stopped to sit in one of the small waiting areas. Bodil and Anneli both sat together by the gate; and Bo, Jan and Erik went and stood by the large windows which faced out toward the ramps. Erik's jet was pulled up there, with the elevated jetway already in place against the side of the waiting aircraft. The boys stood wordlessly for a minute, just staring blankly out at it. Bo had his hands thrust deep into his pockets, his head down now as he looked at the floor.

Jan absently lifted his hand, and rested it softly on Erik's shoulder; and when Erik turned to look at him, he saw a slow tear roll softly down the boy's cheek. Jan returned his gaze, and saw a sad, but warm smile on Erik's face. They turned toward each other, and in the same moment they hugged one another tightly; standing that way for many seconds. "Luv you Erik," Jan whispered softly.

"I luv you too bro," Erik replied, squeezing him a little tighter. "Bästa vänner, ja, (Best friends, yes.)" Erik added in Swedish. Jan grinned softly.

"Ja… Best friends. Alltid, (Always.)" He smiled. As they pulled apart, Erik leaned in and kissed him gently, smiling his warmest smile.

Over the loud speakers with that familiar hollow tone, came the routine announcement, first in Swedish, then in English. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Scandinavian Airlines flight 945 to San Francisco, and Portland will begin pre boarding now, starting with out first class passengers in rows…"

Erik tuned it out. To his right he heard a soft boyish peep; and he turned quickly to take a sobbing Bo into his arms. They wrapped each other up, and as Bo wept, tears rolled from Erik's eyes as well. "Shhh… Shh…" Erik breathed softly into Bo's ear. "It's okay. We're gonna' be ok," he whispered as the two swayed slightly in each other's arms. A minute passed, Erik holding Bo tightly all the while. The loud speaker called out several other rows for boarding… Erik pulled back from Bo, who had quieted now. He cupped his face in his hands, wiping away the last of the tears with his thumbs. He leaned in for a long, tender kiss. "I love you Bo… We'll see each other soon, I promise… I promise…"

"I love you Erik. Älskar dig," Bo spoke softly, looking back into Erik's eyes. They smiled at each other, and hugged tightly once again. This time Erik breathed in the wonderful boyish scent of Bo's beautiful blond hair… With their arms still wrapped around each other, Erik dropped his hand gently down onto Bo's butt cheek. He squeezed it twice. "Honk, honk…" he whispered softly. Bo giggled, and moved his hand down as well.

"Honk, honk…" he breathed quietly in return…

Erik pulled away. He grabbed up his back pack from the floor, and reaching in quickly he pulled out a small package, which he handed to Jan.

"Look after each other, ok?" He kissed Jan again on the cheek. Reaching back into his pack, he pulled out another small box and handed it quickly to Bo. "Älksar dig…" He smiled softly.

From above, another call, this time for 'Final boarding of flight 945…'

Erik turned and ran toward the gate. With a final quick hug and thanks, for Anneli and Bodil, he ran up the corridor, passing quickly through security, to his gate. He handed his boarding pass to the woman, and stepped slowly into the jetway. He couldn't help but turn and look back, one last time. Bo stood there at the security gate looking at him. Erik raised his hand, and gazed back at absolutely the most beautiful boy in the world. He sighed as a tear rolled down his cheek. The door closed, and he turned sadly to board the aircraft.

The flight wasn't very full; Erik had the entire row to himself. He slid quickly across to the window seat and looked back at the terminal. He could see the Hanssons, and Jan and Bo standing there, at the window. Bo spotted him, and put his hand flatly against the glass window pane. Erik tried to smile, but a pain pierced his heart. He placed his own hand to the Plexiglas window near his seat. The flight crew mumbled something through the speakers, and the Jet began backing away from the gate, moving them slowly, inalterably out of sight. Erik sat there in a daze, as the aircraft taxied down the ramp, taking him away from the boy he truly loved. There were more microphone instructions from the flight crew; but Erik didn't listen. He didn't care. Then came the familiar whine of jet engines, winding up to speed; the aircraft began to roll forward, pushing him against his seat as it hurtled down the runway… And then he felt the wheels pull away from the ground.

"Bo…" he breathed softly… Erik leaned his forehead against the cold aircraft window as they raced across the sky.

The Hanssons made the long, rather somber drive back to Örebro. Jan and Bo sat alone in the back seat. They didn't really talk much, but they held hands most of the way; comforting somehow to have your best friend to hold onto… A warm ember in the cold darkness. They dropped Jan off at his house, and the boys had decided they would hang out the next day. Jan went upstairs to toss his gear in his room. Then he sat on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the package that Erik had given him. With a gentle sigh, he pulled off the paper wrapping, and opened it. His eyes widened when he saw the contents. Inside was a Professional Team Cycling kit. Team Leopard Trek, his absolute favorite; and this one was real, not a replica. Full jersey and bibshorts, even the team socks. It was sweet, and Jan grinned huge from ear to ear. There was one other item in the box, and he pulled it out now. It was a framed picture of the three boys, standing happily together. There was a slight hitch in his breath, his eyes watered as he looked at it; and then he smiled.

When the Hanssons pulled in at their farm, Bodil made his way out to check on the fields. Anneli said she would get a late dinner started; and shouldering his small backpack, Bo wandered off towards the barn. He pushed the door open, and walked across to what had been Erik's bedroom. He stood there for a moment, just looking around at it; already he missed his friend. Feeling bad, he grabbed up Erik's pillow from the bed, and walked back out into the barn. He crossed to the back corner; where he climbed up the makeshift 2x4 ladder to his secret place in the loft, and he closed the hatch behind him. He dropped the pillow, and his backpack on top of the sleeping bags, and he noticed how warm and still the air felt. Bo pulled off his tee shirt, slipped out of his shoes and socks; then slid the window open to let some of the cooler fresh air rush in. He lay back then, on the pile of sleeping bags, and tucked the pillow gently under his head; just lying there, staring up at the ceiling, and thinking about Erik. A tear rolled softly from the corner of his eye, and fell quietly onto the soft pillow. He sighed a long slow breath, and folded his arms back behind his head. He remembered something then, and he sat up quickly. Sitting cross-legged, on the floor, he grabbed his small backpack and pulled it open; retrieving the small package from inside it. The gift from Erik… He opened it, and smiled happily. A framed picture, one he hadn't seen before, of him and Erik. He reached out and touched his finger gently to the picture, as if to feel Erik's smiling face.

Seeing another small package inside the first, he took it and opened it up; surprised. "What…?" he muttered excitedly, eyeing the contents. There was a note in there as well, and Bo unfolded it first, and read the words inside; and then grinned.

"Oh Erik…" be breathed, and he took the other item from its box. It was his very own iPhone. Erik had bought it for him so that they could call each other, every day. The note said that they could call, text, and send pictures to one another whenever they wanted to. Bo grinned delightedly. He lay back on the pillow to examine his gift. He noticed that there were already pictures loaded onto it; so he touched the photo icon to open that application. There were two photo files there. He touched the first, which was labeled 'Friends', and he grinned happily as he scrolled through nearly thirty pictures of himself, Erik and Jan. There were other pics of him as well, with the cycling team. He was thrilled at the wonderful pictures. With a grin, he closed that file, and tried to open the other, which was labeled, 'The Boy From Sweden'. Suddenly a notice popped up, asking for a pass word to open the file. This file was password protected. "What the…?" he wondered, with a crooked smile.

Bo tried several different words attempting to open the photo file, but nothing worked. Switching back to phone mode, he noticed that someone had previously sent him a text message, like several hours ago. A smile spread his lips as he accessed his message. It was from Erik, of course. And it read: 'Miss U already doofus… Honk, honk.' Bo giggled as he read it. And then it hit him. He returned to the photo icon, keyed in the two simple words, and the file opened up. Bo laughed out loud. "Duh… I should have known," Honk, honk, had been the password. He looked at the pictures, and smiled lovingly at the naughty but sweet images that Erik had left for him; and he began to feel his young boy part stiffen…

It wouldn't be the same, he thought. Switching back to the phone mode, he saw one contact already listed in his phone. He touched the button; nervous tension as he heard the phone ring, and then sound of someone answering…

"Hello Erik…" He smiled.

The End * Färdig