Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2018 10:46:40 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: The Boy From Sweden Chapter 10 Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual play between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should not read any further. Story Written and Posted by About A Boy *This story centers around two Swedish boys Bo and Jan, who are twelve and thirteen respectively; and their new friend from America, Erik who is seventeen. In the last Chapter; Erik took Bo on a rigorous 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 their boys for the coming weekend. We start with the last paragraphs of the previous chapter. The Boy From Sweden Part Ten *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 was thrilled by what had transpired, and wouldn't have changed it for the world. Yet, at the same time I hoped that I hadn't crossed some line; that we had gone too far. It wasn't lost on me, that what we had done wasn't even legal. I pictured Bo, and the honest and beautiful smile on his face. I thought about how joyful the entire event had been. I realized that I really felt love for the boy. With those thoughts, my dick slowly climbed upward. With a fistful of my cock, and the soap, I joyfully relived my loss of virginity... Thursday morning started off in the usual way. I was up early helping Mårten 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. "Nuthin ... 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 that you get to watch over us!" He grinned 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, cute little guy, barely five feet 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, at the cute Swede. 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 Mårten. "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 in closely 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 Mårten and I spent the rest of the morning, and into the early afternoon finishing up. I had offered a little suggestion to Mårten, 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 quickly 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 rider 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, and punched me playfully on my shoulder. "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 with you guys..." He laughed at his not so subtle double entendre 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..." "Yeah... 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 do a really good on his..." "Yeah, 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 proudly, 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 for a swim. 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 and stepped forward into me, putting his arms around my waist. I hugged him back, and we just stood there for a minute, 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 cheek was nestled into Bo's hair, and his 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 a feeling of 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 molding 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 Mårten 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. Mårten 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 once again to the barn. After brushing my teeth, I stripped down, and crawled under the covers for the night. I guess I must have dozed off 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 off of it's 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 naked 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 yeah... 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... Even though I was seventeen, 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 he cupped his slender hand on 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 fully alert penis, I directed it blindly toward his pink burrow. I moved it around a bit, till my stiff boyhood found his heat source, and I pressed my hips forward slowly. There was a tender pressure, and after a few fumbled efforts, and a generous coating of my spit to lube things up, I could feel his rosebud open to greet me. I rocked my hips gently, with slight forward pressure until my glans settled inside his warm entryway, and with each slow push, his soft anus began to swallow my boy 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 sensations took me over. "Oh geezzze..." I moaned. "Ohhh god....." As he continued to rabbit thump 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 masturbated him. His leaking purple 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 quench the fire inside of him. I squirted repeatedly into his burning boy receptacle. Deliciously drained, I rolled onto my back, pulling him up and on top of me. My fingers continued to play up and down his skin flute. I moved my forefinger in small ravenous circles just under his glans, pressing into this erogenous area. Bo squeaked with boyish pleasure as his testies reached their own boiling point. His soft feet clamped against my own, and his anus tightened around my stiff pole, which was still embedded within him. Bo's head rolled back against mine and he released a pubescent groan as his beautiful penis released it's 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, and some twenty minutes later I gently awakened him. "Come on buddy. 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. "He's so amazing..." I breathed contentedly as I fell asleep. Friday was a relatively quiet and uneventful day. I did the morning chores alongside Mårten. 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. Mårten 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 Mårten 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 Mårten and I laughed, and Bo giggled at his Grandpa. With the chores finished We called it a day, as far as work was concerned. Sometime later, Bo and I rode the bikes over to Jan's place, so I could speak with his mother, and get the rundown of the rules for the weekend 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 she told me there was also a ton of snack food and drinks 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 insisted that I would indeed earn it, watching over three boys for the weekend. 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 on the team. "Ja, we'll ask him." Jan 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 special 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 deep cushioned chair near the window, and a crate, stacked with cycling magazines off to it's 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, a private place, you know..." He smiled. "Yeah..." 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 pushed the window open a bit on its hinges, 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 warm sunlight. We kicked off our shoes and socks, and we lay there like farm boys just relaxing for awhile, with our hands tucked behind our heads and our bare feet softly rubbing each other. We lay there a long while, quietly and 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 love, but I knew I loved this boy. 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 forever 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 chuckled... Guess I am 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 and moved my arm to hold his hand reassuringly. "Really? Well, that's normal I guess. But you should be excited, not nervous." I assured him. "Yeah, 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 always 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 gently 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 to relax..." 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, kneading 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 massaged 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 boyplay 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. There was a long pause. "Pleeeaaaase...." Bo begged pathetically. I had to laugh out loud at his bewildered expression as he gave me the dreaded, pleading '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 soft boypole begin to extend itself, and slowly, of it's 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 boyhood 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 it's molded shape, feeling the cracker jack prize hidden within. I drew down his foreskin, exposing his delightful purple cherry. Shudder... Bo's grip on my shoulders seemed to tighten, and with a smile I took his boy cucumber into my mouth. With purpose I began sucking him. Deeply down to his core, ruffling his few pubes with my nose, and back again. I made it my mission to masturbate him this way, my mouth, becoming his surrogate hand, my tongue swathing his shiny crown. After a short time Bo began to moan, and his firm hips danced about, as if to some unheard music was guiding them. I brought my hand up to his scrotum, and gently squeezed his balls, 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 bumped against my legs at times, as they twitched about, untethered, with no one in control. Bo's insides roiled with pleasure, and it didn't take long for the horny little bugger to reach take off speed, and suddenly he spilled his honey like load into my mouth, his fingers clenched in my hair. His body curled up tightly around my head, and shuddered before going limp... Breath boy, breath... After several minutes he had recovered his breath and senses. A sweet little smile of contentment 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, and 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..? End of Part Ten Comments Welcome at ians.daydream@gmail.com You can find my other stories in the Young Friends section, or in the Prolific Authors section, under the name: About A Boy Naked In the Night Blind In A Boys Eyes Peter and the Pirates The Kid Next Door Boys On Holiday The Thing About Cory My Time With David My Friend Coda Warm Summer Days The Boy By The Lake Summer of Discoveries Skateboarder of Venice Beach