Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2018 12:03:35 -0700
From: Ian Bridger <ians.daydream@gmail.com>
Subject: The Boy From Sweden Chapter 13

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; 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.  We start with the last
few paragraphs of chapter twelve...


			    The Boy From Sweden
			     Chapter Thirteen


  * "Erik..." Bo pleaded.  "Erik please..."  But Erik only lay there, a
thin trickle of blood coming 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 cheek.
   Erik opened his eyes for a moment and stared blankly ahead.  His ears
were ringing and he felt himself starting to black out.  "Erik...  Erik
please...  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.......  *


    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 Erik had been
loaded into the ambulance, and 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.  Jan sat closely at his side with his
arm around him, both boys stunned and fearful.

   It was over an hour, and it seemed like ages, but finally the doctor had
come out and given them some 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 tough decision that they
should all go home, and return in the morning.

   The car pulled into the driveway at the Hansson's farm, pulling up
slowly near the house. Anneli and Mårten 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.  Mårten
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 still 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 minute Mårten came in.
   Sliding the shower door open, Mårten 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 traces of his friend.
Feeling a little more connected now, and incredibly tired he finally
drifted off to a fitful and much 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 which he was still
wearing, 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 side 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 it's
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.  The
boy 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 waists, 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 suddenly 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 in his tummy, Bo conceded and sat down at the table to eat.
His grandmother smiled at him, and noticed the overly large shirt that he
was still 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 real 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, since 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..?" Mårten asked.
   "I think we'll need to keep him here for another day or two possibly,
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."  Mårten 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 then 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 began to waken slowly.  He had felt the soft
warm pressure on his lips, and it seemed as if it were a dream that 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
tears slid silently down his cheeks.  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 older
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 tears 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 also 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 Mårten 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.  Mårten smiled warmly at him,
and Erik was touched when he saw Mårten'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, and he suddenly looked serious.
"You saved us Erik, you know that?!" He stated flatly, emotion suddenly
welling up in him, and his eyes watered tearfully as well.  Erik smiled
softly up at him.
   "Just looking out for my friends is all..." He understated, and the two
boys leaned in again and gently, lovingly hugged him once more.

   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
grateful 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 Mårten stayed for a few
minutes, assuring him that everything would be fine.  They had talked with
Erik's parents on the phone, apparently 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, and tears welling in his eyes.  "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 still watered 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, his voice
cracking just a bit.  "Erik, I... Well I... Thanks for...for...." He
stammered, then leaned over and kissed Erik gently on the lips.  Bo smiled
warmly, and did the same.  The boys heard someone clear their throat, and
turned to see the same large 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 morning 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
as well."  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, then he powered on his iPhone, deciding to call back home to his
parents.  His mother had anxiously answered the call, and he spent the next
ten 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 son.  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,
sitting with a boyish erection and in a very suggestive pose, with his
knees drawn up to his chest.  Now that was a selfie...  Erik swallowed hard
as he stared at the very arousing picture, and he gave his own boy tool a
little squeeze beneath his hospital gown.
   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 Hansson's later in the afternoon, to visit Erik
again.  It was agreed, and Jan rode back to the farm with them.
   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 lay quietly
contemplating the ceiling.
   "Geeze, I was so worried... I'm so glad Erik's gonna be ok." Jan finally
ventured.
   "I know.  I barely slept at all last night, I was really scared too." 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, and 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
youthful 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 down at each other, staring at one another's slightly
curved bow of engorged flesh.

   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 thin, 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 closely 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, he rested them gently on Bo's firm, flat stomach.  His fingers
brushed softly over the satin smooth skin, and they traced a path down
through Bo's sparse offering of a dozen or so downy soft 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, trying to stimulate himself
even further.  His insides began that slow, incredible tingle.  He glanced
at Jan for a moment, and he watched as a huge drop of clear, syrupy pre cum
leaked from the shiny purple head of his friend's penis.  It dropped onto
his pubic mound, but was still connected to his knob with a sticky strand
of goo.  Bo squeezed his eyes shut, imagining the sticky sweet taste...

  Jan grunted, then 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 body, all
over his hand, and some of it even splattered 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 boy tube convulsed, spitting out it's 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 long 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 and giggled.  They shared a friendly hug, then
climbed back down the ladder.
    Returning to the house, they joined Mårten and Anneli for some
lunch.  The four of them talked loosely now, in the knowledge that Erik was
going to be alright.  The boys helped Anneli clean up the lunch mess.
Mårten 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." Mårten 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.) Mårten replied.
I'm afraid Erik won't be able to help for a several 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 Mårten.  "I'm really sorry about the farm
chores.  I won't be able to help you for a few more days." He said.
   "Oh..." Mårten chuckled.  "Don't you worry about that.  The boys have
offered to help."
   "Yeah, 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." Mårten 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 give it another thought." Mårten told him sincerely.  Erik blushed
appreciatively, and smiled.

   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
one of the men's bathrooms.
   "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, took another playful picture of them
grabbing their cocks, and making funny faces.  They laughed again, 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
afternoon, 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 you 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 look through his other pictures.  Picking his phone up
again, he opened the photo ap, he noticed something new there.
   Curiously, he opened the new pictures, and immediately started laughing.
There, on the screen were two naked white boy butts, with full moons
glowing at him, and dangling ball sacs hanging loosely below.  He laughed
until his injured ribs forced him to stop.  Wiping a joyful tear away, he
swiped to the next picture, and his mouth dropped open in a surprised
laugh...
   There were Bo and Jan, mouths open, tongues sticking out, and each of
them grabbing their exposed penis's...  Erik could only smile and shake his
head.  "I love you guys..." he mumbled.

   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 in
his room, 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 with himself, 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..."  And with her crooked grin, and a shake of her head, she
smiled and left his room..

			  End of Chapter Thirteen


  * Authors note:  Next chapter will mark the '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.  Thanks.....
   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, the best reward for doing this.  Thanks for all your
time.  It has been a pleasure...     Next week, the final chapter...


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