Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2018 10:46:40 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: The Boy From Sweden Chapter 11 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 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... This Chapter, unlike the others, will be told from a narrative point of view, rather than first person. This is due to the descriptive nature of the Criterium Bike Race, which Erik would not be privy to. So, there you go, that's all you need to know. The Boy From Sweden Part Eleven 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 teen boy 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 just beneath the sheets. "Hey..." He grinned, as he reached his hand down under his bum. His fingers found the lump, and he playfully squeezed it's 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 as Erik tousled his hair, then 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. Mr. Hansson 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, and finally around nine they were ready to head out. Mårten, 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 sharp 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 before 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. Mårten and Anneli joined Jan's parents up 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 from his team made their way to the start line. With starting positions not specifically assigned, it was always good, and part of Greger's race tactics to be near the front third for the start. There would be sixty three riders in this category at the start of 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. This 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'. They can go into the corners at faster speeds, and then maintain 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 help 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 the pack would catch them in a lap or two. Around the course, three more turns and then up the one long 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. He was strong on a climb, and he knew that in the last lap, if he was still in contention, 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 and 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, behind them. 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 him. There was some bumping going on in the pack, and Bo had a slight scare when yet another rider was forced into him. He quickly reached out and put his hand on the other 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 other 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, and the sixty three riders had spread out just a little, pressing toward the final bell... Bo pushed to the outside where he saw Jan and Petter, tight on each others wheel, and he fell in behind them to draft for 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 of the race you can't allow yourself to get caught out, and expect to be a contender in the end. Timing worked out well for him though, 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 on their training hill. How badly it had hurt, and winded him then, but 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 and 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 are 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 back 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 several 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 but with the distraction, he had forgotten about the pain in his legs, and was now thinking about how cool 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 surprisingly 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 near the front of that group. Spectators were a blur of sight and sound as the riders roared down the main street, past the grandstands at high speed. 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. He was sitting fifth wheel now. Behind him, Jan and Petter had drawn their small 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 steel yourself and 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 and speed. One of the riders he had passed previously, 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, on the hill, 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, his lungs on fire. 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. Two thirds of the way up the grueling incline now, and Bo was flush with three other riders. Their shoulders bumped as each boy fought to grind it out. For Bo, it seemed like 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. They neared the top now, and Bo put everything he had into it, ignoring his burning lungs. Two more riders dropped behind him, spent and unable to maintain the pace as the leaders poured 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 place 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, pushing to the right as he powered forward, the slingshot effect whipped him even with the other rider, and just at the line he lunged his handlebars forward, with one final kick, taking him into third position by half a wheel... 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 rolled to a stop. Bo's head wearily drooped over his handlebars as he sucked breath into his burning lungs... He was 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) awesome..." "What a fuckin finish..." All of the winded voices desperately trying 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 almost 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 Mårten 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 sweaty 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 Greger was most proud of Bo, one of his youngest riders. Bo had made the podium, finishing a strong and impressive third. The two boys who had finished first and second, were from Stockholm, and at fourteen years old, they were several years older than young Bo. That in itself was a statement. Bo had finished less than a bike length back, behind two older and more experienced riders. And, as it turned out, this race was the fastest time ever, in the Junior Criterium Division. They made their way to the grandstand, and as the announcer called out their names, they stepped up to take their positions on the podium. 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, it was the local boy who seemed to draw the loudest cheers. "Yeahhhh...." Bo was sure he heard Erik, even above all 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 pure joy on Bo's young 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, squeezing him tightly. "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. Mårten and Anneli were more than fine with this. They wanted to go and do some shopping while they were in town anyway. They agreed to meet the boys at the bike shop in a few hours, after the next race had finished. Mårten slipped the boys some money, so they could buy some snacks if they wanted. The cheerful group of 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, stuff... They all had a fun time, just being boys and hanging out together amidst all the commotion and atmosphere of a major cycling 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 the 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 then. Well... You boys take care, and behave yourselves." Anneli remarked as the boys piled out of the SUV in the driveway, and grabbed thier gear bags. "We will Mormor (Grandma), thanks." Bo smiled. "If you need anything..." Mårten suggested as he looked at Erik. "I think we'll be fine sir. But I'll call if we do." Erik promised. With waves, Mårten 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 back 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 matching 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, and Erik took several really nice 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 days hard race. 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, 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, 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, as he touched his fingers to it. "Yeah... 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 mine too much as well... Must of worn the skin right off the end of it." He teased back, and all the boys had a good 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, yeah..." 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. "Yeah, what's up?" Erik stopped, and turned back to him. "Is it okay if I wear my bathing suit?" Kinney asked, obviously 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 reached 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 reassuringly into one another. "Come on out when you're ready." He said as they broke the brief hug. Erik stepped toward the door. "Wait..." Kinney requested. 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 steady the boy as he began to stumble. 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 looked 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 refreshing 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 gropes. (Yes, now it's exactly what you are thinking...) "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. Yeah 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, and still naked they headed inside the house. "I'll be right there, gotta pee first." Erik said, as he got out of the water. "Yeah, 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 open bathroom door. Erik glanced back over his shoulder as he fished his penis out of his shorts. "Hey. Come on in, it's alright." Kinney looked at him nervously, and then 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 into 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; after glancing at Erik again, he pulled his trunks down in front a little, and fished his own youthful penis 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 kiddo. 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. 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 young boy part. He considered a moment, then slid the foreskin back off the head of his youthful 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 just 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. "Yeah buddy... I'm hungry, come on..." He tucked himself away, and walked out of the bathroom stall. 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, apparently thinking, and getting 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 himself, still timid, 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, but it was nicely shaped with a tight little scrunch of foreskin at it's tip. His testicles hung in a smooth sac of silk, slightly below his groin. "Wow... You know, you look absolutely beautiful to me." Erik said as he walked over to the benches. He pulled his own sport shorts off and tossed them onto the pile. He looked again at Kinney, and admired the boy's smooth bare pubic mound. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked. Kinney nodded meekly, and seeing Erik stand there comfortably, he finally let his own hands rest loosely at his sides, no longer trying to hide himself. "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 into the kitchen. Bo saw them as they walked in, and he smiled a pleased grin when he noticed Kinney walk in naked. He tapped Jan on the arm, and pointed. Jan turned his head, and he smiled as well. "All right Kinney..." Jan praised as he and Bo both gave the youngster high fives. Kinney was only slightly embarrassed by the attention, and he dangled one hand a little protectively in front of his exposed boy bits... "So whatcha' got to eat?" he asked boldly, attempting to change the subject. "I'm makin' sandwiches." Jan offered. "What kind do you want?" And with that, Kinney quickly seemed to blend into 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 began to toss 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 right in the nuts (thrown by his little brother), Jan dove into the pool to escape. All the boys piled into the water then, into a tangled mass of wrestling boys as they jumped on one another; playfully splashing and dunking each other. 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 fingered by 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 softly 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 youngster's 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 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 and squeal delightedly. He was quite surprised at how nice that had felt to him. The boys tousled around for a few more minutes, exhausting themselves, and one by one they pulled themselves up onto the pool deck to take a little 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 they 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." "Yeah, 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 bare 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 weener?" 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 stiffening boy part, and he blushed again. "It's alright, I know you have a boner." Mikael said. "I do too..." Kinney couldn't help but to peek 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 slowly 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 fingers. Kinney shivered at the warm touch. Except for the few quick gropes in the pool, no one had ever touched his penis before. He closed his eyes a moment, letting Mikael finger him pleasantly. And, despite his shyness, this activity clearly felt wonderful to him. This was yet another new experience for him today. First skinny dipping with his friends, and now this... It was... Awesome. With one last squeeze, Kinney let go of the younger boy's cocklet, and then almost reluctantly 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 boner." 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. End of Part Eleven 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