Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2018 10:13:47 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: The Boy From Sweden Chapter 2 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 focuses on two boys, and their budding relationship. One, a twelve year old Swedish boy, and the other a seventeen year old American boy. The story takes place in Orebro Sweden, roughly 120 miles west of Stockholm. * In the last Chapter: Erik, the seventeen year old American boy, was allowed to spend the summer in Orebro Sweden. He was staying, and working part time, on Mårten Hansson's farm. Another boy, a very cute nearly thirteen year old Swedish boy named Bo, is also spending the summer there with his grandparents, the Hansson's. Interestingly, both boys seemed to have taken a rather curious interest in each other. Bo is heavily into competitive bicycling, and Erik is no stranger to biking himself. With this common interest, the boys had gone on a ride earlier in the day, and now at Bo's request, Erik was making adjustments to the boy's bike. The Boy From Sweden Part Two Dinner had come and gone, and as promised, Erik was in the barn doing a little tune up work on Bo's Specialized bicycle. Erik had worked part time back home at a local bike shop owned by the father of one of his friends. He wasn't a certified mechanic by any means, but Erik was a bright kid, and certainly knew a thing or two about bicycles, and how to tune them up and make adjustments to the derailer and such. Working intently, Erik hadn't heard the youngster, Bo, come into the barn. The boy stood just inside the door for a minute, watching as Erik worked on his bike, shifting through all the gears, making finite adjustments to the front and back derailer, and making several other minor adjustments. He was sitting at a workbench, with the bike on top of it, secured with a bike clamp which was mounted to the table. And.... Bo crept up behind me, and with a devilish smile on his face, he slipped his hands around and playfully covered my eyes with them. "Gissa vem?" (Guess who) Bo whispered. I knew this game... "Uh.... Let's see...." I hesitated. "Uh, could it be Mårten?" I guessed jokingly. "Nej..."(No) the boy whispered, with a quiet giggle. "Um, well. I guess, could it be Mrs. Hansson?" I said, trying not to laugh. "Nej, nej." Bo snickered, "Guess again." he whispered. The fact was, I wanted to delay this as long as I could. The soft smooth skin of the boy's hands felt tender and warm on my face. He was pulled in close to me, and I could even smell the scent of his young, freshly washed body and shampooed hair. "Oh, I guess I don't know then. Is it Mark Cavendish?" I teased (He was the pro cyclist who Bo thought was a douche.) "No, silly..." Bo spoke out, and laughed as he playfully hit me on the shoulder. "It's me of course." He peeked his head around in front of me, as if I didn't know. His face was so close to me now that I had to overcome the urge to kiss him on the cheek. "Oh, it's you." I laughed, and Bo giggled like the schoolboy he was. He rested his hand on my shoulder and he watched as I cycled through the gears on his bike. The derailer moved effortlessly, and each gear snapped cleanly into place with each click of the shifters. "Wow, this is great." Bo complimented, and he put his arms around my shoulders in an appreciative hug. Had my hands not been a little greasy from working on his bike, I might have swept him up in a return embrace. As it was, I simply enjoyed the hug; and when he released me, his eyes caught mine, and a thin timid smile crossed his lips. I stood up from the workbench, and grabbed a rag to wipe my hands off with. Then I undid the clamp holding his bike, and lifted the carbon frame off the table, setting it onto the floor. I looked at Bo, this beautiful Swedish boy standing there in his tee shirt and rather short shorts, his long bare legs so lean and tan, and.... "Uh, take it for a quick spin." I said, snapping out of it. "I want to be sure it still shifts well under load." I told him. Bo nodded, and rolled the bike out of the barn. I watched as he swung his shapely leg over the top tube, and rode off down the drive. I went back into the barn, and into my bedroom there. Walking into the bathroom, I washed my hands thoroughly in the sink, then splashed some water on my face as I peered at myself in the mirror. "What is going on?" I muttered to myself. Here is a twelve, nearly thirteen year old kid, and I'm having weird thoughts about him. Sure, he's peeked in at me through the window, and I know he jacked off right before we went on our ride... But, I'm reading things into this. He's just a kid, a curious boy and nothing more. Just because I messed around a little when I was that age, I guess I wanted to think that all kids did. "Erik, your such a dipshit..." I said aloud, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I went back outside and stood in the drive just as Bo was peddling back in. He had a smile on his face and he was nodding at me. "It shifts great!" he beamed. "Tack..." (Thanks.) We stood around in the driveway for a long while and talked. Bo was a pretty bright kid, and very animated when he talked about riding. He told me that tomorrow, Thursday, was one of the days he got to train with the local cycling team. They were all practicing for the Criterium Bike Race, just a few weeks away. "I want to do well in this race." Bo told me. "If I can show well in my age group, then I may make the team. That would be so cool..." "So, are you good at this, Criterium thing?" I asked. "I'm not exactly sure how a Criterium race works." Bo looked at me indulgently, and began to explain. "The Criterium is a road race, but it goes around a course through town, doing a certain number of laps." Bo explained. It's pretty challenging, because it winds through city streets with sharp corners. It's a tough race, because it's a bunch or riders, in a small area. So you have to really use your technical skills, and be able to sprint well in the end." "Wow!" I laughed. "You really are into this, aren't you!" "Ja... Do you want to come and watch me ride tomorrow?" Bo asked. "I would, but I have to finish that fence for your grandfather." I told him. Bo looked a bit disappointed, but he understood. We sat there in the driveway talking for about an hour, till Anneli (his Grandmother) poked her head out the door and told him he should come in. It was getting late and he needed his rest. Bo looked like he didn't want to go, since we were having such a nice chat, but there was no arguing with Gramma, and after a moment we got to our feet. "Jag älskar dig." Bo said to me in Swedish; then he blushed just a bit. He looked back toward the house, then gave me a quick hug and turned to go inside. "Whoa, wait a second. What did you say? I asked him. Bo only smiled impishly back at me, and hurried off into the house. I watched after him, and then shaking my head I returned to my room in the barn. I found my back pack, and riffled through it till I found the little booklet I was searching for. It was my English to Swedish translation book that I had bought at Barnes and Nobles, before coming over. I sat on my bed, and thumbed through the booklet, trying to remember what Bo had said to me. It was hard to find things, not knowing how to spell this stuff and all. Finally I almost gave up. I decided to look at a section called 'Commonly used Phrases'. I decided to learn a few lines, and use them whenever I could, to surprise people. "Var är badrummet?" I practiced. "Where is the bathroom..." I laughed, yeah, that will come in real handy. "Talar du Engelska? Do you speak English? Hmm, I might need that one. I thumbed through several pages. "Jag älskar dig..." I love you. Huh... Wait a second... Isn't that what Bo said to me? Na, certainly not... Clearly I was starting to read into things again. I wasn't at all sure that's what he said. And even if it was, he surely meant it in a generic way... Right?! I shook my head, then began getting ready for bed. I was feeling kind of tired, not sure if I had fully recovered from the jet lag thing, or the long ride we had been on that afternoon. Slipping out of my clothes, I slid in under the covers and reached out to shut off the light. I lay there in the darkness for a time, my mind actively chattering away. Finally I decided a nice 'wank' might still my thoughts, and put me off to sleep, so I slid my shorts down over my hips and scooped up my soft boyhood into my fingers. I began fiddling with myself, and though my teenage boy pole swelled in my hand, I began to have those funny thoughts again. In my mind I was picturing who else; Bo. I could see his smooth as silk, long boyish legs as he stepped over the top tube of his bike. I could imagine his young tool pressed into his shorts... And... 'Stop it. Just friggen stop it.' I told myself. Bo's a sweet kid, and I like him. I don't know why I'm perving on him like this... Well, that was a lie. The boy was beautiful, that's why. He has the face of a boy model, and a body to match. The bluest eyes, the blondest hair, and shit, when he wore his bicycling spandex his cute little package outlined like that was just so inviting, and... Stop it! I thought to myself and shook my head... I let go of my own junk, rolled over, and finally drifted off into a fitful sleep. When I woke the next morning, the sunshine was streaming in through the window. Another nice day I figured. I climbed out of bed, did my morning rituals, then pulled on my work jeans and headed out behind the barn to finish the fence that I had started the previous day. The concrete had set up nicely around the posts, so I cleared everything away and began lining up the slats. An hour passed, and sweating, I once again pulled off my tee shirt and hung it over the railing. I saw Mårten as he was walking in from one of the sugar beat fields that he was growing. "God morgan." (Good morning) he greeted me as he walked up. "You are starting early today." he said, as he looked over at my work again. "Yeah, just wanted to get this all done today." I responded. Mårten nodded, with a smile. He was pleased with the job, and my work ethic. "Well, come in for breakfast whenever you want, ja." He waved as he continued on toward the house. I was already sweating, so I decided I'd just keep at it, and eat later. As I put up some of the slats, I noticed two boys coming up the drive on their bicycles. They were both decked out in bike gear; matching spandex shorts and jerseys and such. Friend's of Bo's from the team, I figured. About ten minutes later, Bo walked around the barn, with his two companions in tow. Bo was now wearing a matching set of spandex cycling gear, and the sight of the three boys in those skin tight outfits was, well intriguing. "Hej." Bo called out to me, with a big smile. I stood then, and nodded back with a friendly smile. "These are my friends from the cycling team. This is Jan," he pointed, "And this is Petter." "Hej..." I greeted in return, and walking toward them, I bumped knuckles in greeting with both of the new boys. "This is Erik, my friend from America." Bo introduced me proudly, as if he was showing me off. Jan it turned out, was thirteen, and about the same size as Bo. Petter was fifteen, and he stood taller, but was kind of a skinny kid, both of them had shorter blond hair. I thought the three of them looked good together though, in their matching outfits. I kind of smiled to myself at the three matching bulges in their spandex shorts. None of them were wearing underwear it seemed, and it showed. We talked for a few minutes, and I noticed Jan seemed to be watching the sweat roll down my bare teenage chest. Apparently I had made a good impression. And finally it was time for them to go. "Well, we better go." Bo said to me. "I wish you could come and watch." "Me too. Next time though, I promise." I told him. Bo smiled warmly at that. The three boys waved and said goodbye as they turned to walk back toward the barn. I saw Jan lean in close and whisper something to Bo, then both boys turned and glanced back at me with a smile. Bo gave me a quick thumbs up, and grinned. The boys walked to their bicycles in the driveway, and mounted them. The other two boys had nice bikes as well. Petter's bike was an older Trek Madone, and Jan had an older Specialized Roubaix, much like Bo's. They were all expensive bikes, better than anything I ever had, so I guess the all the boy's were quite serious about riding. I watched as they peddled off down the drive, and was kind of pleased when Bo looked back once more to wave at me. I worked for several hours finishing the fence, and I have to admit, I was kinda of proud at how it had turned out. Mårten had come out to do some other things, around the farm, and he stopped to compliment my completed job. "Ja, that's very well done, son." He smiled broadly. "Thanks." I said, pleased that he was happy with me. "Listen," he began. "I have a favor to ask of you. My wife and I are going just into the next town for the afternoon, to visit with family. And, well, young Bo won't be home till after two. My wife was wondering if you might be willing to watch after him this afternoon." Mårten asked of me. "I'm sorry to ask, I know this isn't your job." "Awe, that's ok." I said honestly, "I like Bo, we're buddies. I don't mind hangin' out with him." "Are you sure? We will pay you to watch him." Mårten suggested. "No. That's not necessary. I'll be here anyway, and I'm happy to do it." "Ja? You are okay with looking after him, really?" Mårten asked earnestly; and I nodded in reply. "Väldigt bra! (Very good) If you really would do this, that's wonderful." Mårten smiled. He walked off toward the house, and I finished cleaning up the tools, and scraps from the fence. I was putting everything in the barn when Mårten and his wife came out of the house, and walked over to me. "Are you sure you're willing to watch Bo?" Mrs. Hansson asked. "Yeah, no problem." I answered sincerely. "Well that's so very kind of you dear. And I'm sure Bo will be pleased. He's taken quite a liking to you." "He's a good kid." I smiled back." "Well, there's food in the fridge, if you boy's are hungry. I'm sure Bo will be famished after his riding. Here's some money if you need anything." She said, digging into her purse. "No, no really I don't need any money. Please, it's all good." I told her. She smiled at me, and patted me on the shoulder. "Well, then we'll be going. We won't be gone too late." Mårten said. "Take as long as you want." I offered. "Bo and I will hang out, maybe have some pizza later on. I don't mind hanging with him, really." Anneli smiled at me again, and the pair of them walked down the drive to their car. Mårten even tooted the horn as they pulled out of the driveway. Just like my dad, I thought. I finished up, then went in to my bedroom and stripped off my clothes, and then hopped in for a quick shower. When I finished, I got dressed and walked over to the main house. I hadn't eaten anything yet today, so I thought I might find something to snack on till Bo came home. Going inside, I found some chips on top of the fridge, and with that and a soda, I was good for awhile. I went into the bathroom to take a quick leak, and on the way out I glanced into Bo's bedroom, and couldn't resist going in. Just like a boy, some of his clothes were strewn on the floor. I'm sure he dropped them there when he changed. Out of instinct, (I was raised well) I stooped and picked up his stuff off the floor. I laid everything on the bed, and as I tossed his undershorts on top, I had to laugh as I noticed a smallish brown skid mark that was tinted there. Just like a boy, I chuckled. I have to admit, In a weird way, it kind of excited me a little bit. I went out and turned on the TV. It was on the same channel from the previous day, and coverage of the Tour de France was underway. I watched it for about an hour, amazed at the speed these guys could maintain, even going up steep leg cramping climbs. After a while I heard voices outside, and looking out the window I saw Bo, he was saying goodbye to his friends. The two boys who I had met earlier, and one other boy waved to Bo, and rode back out the long driveway. Bo leaned his bike up against the barn, and I saw him peek into the window of my room out there. I smiled, wondering if he was just looking for me, or as before, was he looking in to try and peek at me... I walked through the kitchen, and went out the side door. Bo was walking toward the house; he had just noticed that his grandparent's car was gone, and when he turned and saw me, his face lit up with a broad smile, "Hej." He beamed. "Hi bud." I smiled. "How did your practice go today?" Bo shrugged, then turned and showed me the outside of his leg, on the calf just above the ankle there was a nice scrape, or 'road rash' as the riders call it. "Oh shit dude... What happened?" "Ah, we were just finished, and one of the other boys veered in front of me and accidently clipped my front wheel. Down I go. We weren't going very fast, but the pavement doesn't seem to care." "Are you ok?" I asked. "Ja. It just stings a little bit, is all." "Let's go in and get that cleaned up," I suggested, "Looks like it may still has some dirt in it." We went inside and Bo asked where his grandparents were. I told him where they went, and that I was gonna hang out with him the rest of the day. Bo grinned at that idea, clearly it sounded good to him. We went in to the bathroom to take care of his scrapes. With the toe of his left shoe, he struggled to pry off his other shoe, but it was too tight. "Come on." I said, and putting my hands up under his armpits, I lifted, and seated him up on the bathroom counter. He sat there with his legs dangling, and smiled sweetly at me. Reaching down, I undid the Velcro and laces of his riding shoe, and slipped it off of his foot. I took hold of his ankle sock and slipped it off as well. He had the cutest bare foot, and I gently rubbed away a few 'sock fuzzies' that were stuck to it. Then I turned on the water in the sink, and gently holding his soft warm foot, I moved it into position, so that I could run the fresh water over his scrapes. "This might sting for a second." I told him. With a soaped up washcloth, I carefully lathered up, and gently scrubbed the tender skin. "Shhhh..." Bo took in a sharp breath as the soap stung his wound. His smooth bare leg tensed for a moment while I scrubbed, but as I rinsed his calf with cool fresh water, I felt him relax in my hands. He was watching me intently, a slight smile crossed his lips as I tenderly washed down his lower leg and foot. When I had finished, I gently dabbed his calf dry with a towel, then examined the scrape to be sure there were no contaminates left there. It looked good to me, so I dried off his nicely shaped foot, and toes, and smiled at him. "There." I said. "Dr. Erik says you're going to live." This drew a little chuckle from Bo, who leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. "Tack." (Thanks) he said softly. I returned the embrace this time, putting my arms around him, cupping my left hand lightly on the back of his head. His blond hair felt soft in my hand, and the warmth of his body radiated into me. I could feel his heart beating away against my chest. It was only a few seconds but it felt, well, delicious. As we pulled apart, with Bo still sitting on the counter, it was impossible to miss the slight 'tent pole' now pushed firmly against the inside of his spandex riding shorts. "Uhh, you want some lunch?" I asked, pretending not to notice, so he wouldn't be embarrassed. "Ja..." He answered, but he made no effort to cover himself, almost as if he wanted me to see the bulging spandex. I was starting to go stiff myself, so I turned and hurried out of the bathroom, still unclear about what was going on between us. Walking into the kitchen I opened the fridge. "You want me to make some sandwiches?" I called back to him. "Ja, that sounds good. I better take a quick shower, and then we can eat." Bo called out to me. Then surprisingly he added, "Do you need to shower too?" My mind went blank for a moment. Was he just asking an innocent question, or was he suggesting perhaps, we shower together... Shit, was I reading things into this again; and at this point I was nearly boned up. "Uhh," I stammered, "No, I uh, I just took one before you got home." "Oh..." I heard Bo say. And clearly it seemed to me there was an underlying tone of disappointment. I began pulling stuff out of the fridge, and I heard Bo start the shower. I started making up some sandwiches with the cold cuts that Mrs. Hansson had left for us, and began putting everything out on the table. Then I heard Bo groan and mutter something about his leg beginning to cramp up. I called into him to see if he was doing ok, and he answered that he was. Bo hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door while he showered, and with the clear sound of running water I momentarily fantasized about just walking in there and joining him in the shower; but unfortunately for me I guess, the water shut off moments later. "I'll be right out." Bo called. And as I glanced up, I saw the back of him, as he walked naked from the bathroom into his bedroom. I could have died... His naked body was so beautifully proportioned. How could someone that age, look so damn perfect. The boy had firm round butt cheeks, with a little dimple at each side. He disappeared all too quickly into his bedroom, and my hand disappeared under the table, to squeeze and adjust the hard on forming in my shorts. In less than a minute, Bo walked out of his room toward the kitchen. He was wearing a large red tee shirt, which hung down below his hips to mid thigh, which made it look as though that was all he was wearing. His legs and feet were bare, and it was impossible to tell if he was wearing anything beneath the baggy tee shirt. He had towel dried his long blond hair, and though he had combed it, it still hung damply about his head. "That looks good." Bo said, as he looked at the lunch I had prepared. "Let's take it in the other room, and we can watch the last of today's stage in the Tour. (de France) We gathered up our plates and drinks and walked back into the living area, where the TV was still on. We put our stuff down on the IKEA-like coffee table, and settled onto the couch alongside each other. Bo tucked one leg up underneath himself, with his bare foot sticking out, the soul of it just touching my thigh. "I have a surprise for you." Bo said, as we started watching. He picked up the TV remote, and switched the TV to a different network. "I just found out about this." Bo told me. The High Def picture clicked in, and to my surprise the Tour was being simulcast; and this network had a feed from the Verses Network back home. It was being broadcast in English, rather than Swedish. Phil Liggett, and Paul Sherwen were announcing the race. "Wow, seriously..?" I grinned. "This is great, just like back home. Thanks Bo." I said nodding at the boy, and innocently I rested my hand on his bare foot and gave it a friendly little squeeze. Bo glanced at me, and seemed pleased that he had made me happy. We ate our lunch, and watched the rest of the stage. As we sat there, I couldn't help but look at Bo from time to time. His red tee shirt seemed to have slid upward some, exposing more of his long, tanned thighs. At one point he leaned in and rested against my shoulder clinging lightly to my arm. I couldn't tell if this was just the comfortable touch of friendship, or something more; but we continued to watch the bike race this way. There were some gnarly crashes in the race today, but the stage was exciting to watch. In the end someone from team 'Sky' won the stage. Bo and I 'high fived' each other, happy that Cavendish hadn't won again. Finally, Bo started to get up from the couch, then suddenly, he winced and squeaked in pain. "Owe, ow.... Cramp..." He squeaked, "Cramp..." as he clutched at his upper thigh and tried to straighten his leg. I quickly lifted from my seat, so that he could stretch it out, and then I took his ankle in my hand trying to help. His young face was 'squinted' up in discomfort. "Where's the cramp?" I questioned. Bo was gripping the inside of his upper thigh, and trying to give it a rub. "Here, let me help you." I said, with genuine empathy for him. I took hold, and stretched out his leg, I wrapped my hands around his right thigh, and began pushing my thumbs into the muscle tissue, firmly massaging the area. "Do you get cramps much?" I asked. "Once in awhile, after a hard ride." Bo answered as I continued to rub his thigh. I could feel the knot in his muscle slowly begin to relax under the pressure of my thumbs. Bo was looking up at me. "Thanks." he breathed, with a smile, and then closed his eyes. "That feels really good." Suddenly he looked up at me again. "You know the pro riders have a leg massage after their races!" he said, more than a bit suggestively. I looked down at his exposed thigh. The tee shirt had ridden up a lot further, and I could see now that he was wearing a tight pair of red underwear. I could see the smooth round curve of his testicles, hidden only by the thin cloth of his briefs. I swallowed with difficulty, as my hands were still massaging his thigh, only inches away from his tender boy package. The feel of his warm soft skin in my hands was oh so pleasant. Bo's eyebrows were raised with anticipation as he smiled at me, and the softness of his skin was simply too much for me to resist. I began to massage his leg, innocently rubbing, and slowly kneading his tender thigh muscle with my fingers. Bo sighed with pleasure as my warm strong fingers continued to work over his leg, my thumbs firm but gentle as his muscles yielded beneath them. Bo squirmed a bit, and shifted his hips. "Ohh..." He breathed. "Det kanns så bra." (That feels so good). I didn't know what that meant, but I could figure from his expression that he was enjoying it... I began to massage more of his leg, sliding my fingers down, then slowly back up his warm thigh. At one point, the backside of my fingers brushed up against his boy pouch, and I could feel the heat of them, even through his cotton briefs. I pulled away, embarrassed that I had touched him there, but I heard Bo utter soft contented sigh. I slid down his leg then, my palms warmly rubbing across his soft, smooth flesh. It was so incredibly sensual to me. I caressed his skin, and my thumbs were gently massaging just above his knee, while my fingers rubbed the fleshy underside. Downward I drifted, cupping his soft bare calf in my hands. Smooth, delightfully hairless, his rounded calf felt so warm, and natural in my fingers. Bo's eyes were still closed, and he almost seemed to arch his head back in pleasure at my touch. Softly I worked his lower extremity, down toward his tender feet. I raised his foot, his leg bending outward just bit at the knee, and I gently cupped it in my hands. I must have a foot fetish or something, because I thought his compact smooth foot was so intriguingly beautiful. My thumbs pressed warmly into the soft soles, as my fingers played against the firm skin on top. Somewhere a long ways away, I heard Bo moan quietly, but I don't think it registered to me. I was holding his foot up, rubbing it softly, and with my eyes now closed, and without realizing it in instinctively leaned in and lightly brushed my nose and lips against the soft underside of his toes. It was like coming out of a deep sleep, and a great dream. I knew I had to stop this, but I didn't want to. I opened my eyes and gazed at his naked foot, just in front of my eyes. Glancing up at his face, I saw Bo's eyes were still closed, but his soft full lips were parted slightly as he was breathing somewhat heavily through his mouth. My eyes followed down along his body line. The red tee shirt had pulled up above the top band of his underwear now, revealing an inch of his flat abdomen. My eyes trailed down slowly to his red briefs, and the sensual curves of an enlarged lump that lay hidden, but pressing up against it. I noticed a small spot of wetness there. I swallowed hard, and felt a hitch in my own breathing. And then, my eyes widened in surprise. I could see, just against his thigh, where the leg of his underpants gapped slightly, a soft fold of young skin as a bit of his scrotum was poking out just a little bit... Oh shit... My heart was racing as I leaned forward an inch, and gently touched my lips against the bottom of Bo's foot again, breathing him in. I saw the bulge in his undershorts twitch slightly, and he moaned ever so softly; and... There was another faint sound coming from somewhere. Well back in my subconscious perhaps, or no.... Outside in the driveway. I could hear the sound of a vehicle pulling up. Slowly my mind was coming from its haze, and I heard a car door close. "Oh shit..." I muttered as I hopped up from the couch. "Huh? What's..." Bo opened his eyes as he recognized the sounds now. He hopped up from the couch as well; a surprised expression on his face. He started to turn toward his room, but hesitated a moment looking back at me. Bo smiled at me suddenly, then turned and quickly went into his bedroom. I looked down, and I knew certainly that he had just seen the pole, tenting out in my own shorts. Quickly I grabbed up our plates, and the empty soda cans from the coffee table, and walked them into the kitchen. I began washing off the plates, just as the side door opened, and Mårten and his wife walked into the room. "Ah, hello Erik." Mrs. Hansson said cheerfully. I cleared my throat. "Hi." and I nodded at them. "Back already?" "Ja. Mårten's sister wasn't feeling all that well, so we decided to come home." she said, just as Bo came walking into the kitchen. He was also wearing a pair of board shorts now, and he glanced at me with a sly little grin. "Hej Mormor..." (Hi grandma) he said, as he gave her a nice hug. "Farfar..." He slid over to hug his Grandfather, who smiled and hugged him back. I dried off the plates, and was finally able to turn around, now that my boner had faded away. "Oh, what happened to your leg?" Anneli asked, as she had just noticed the scrape on Bo's bare calf. "Nothing Mormor. Just fell on the bike, it's okay." Bo replied. "Let me see dear." She sat at the kitchen table, and the boy turned for her to inspect it. "Erik cleaned it all up for me." Bo said proudly, as his grandma inspected his leg. She smiled over at me. "Well you did a fine job." She said. "Thanks so much for watching the boy." "Oh, it was a pleasure." I told her. "Anytime." and I glanced over at Bo. We all sat and visited for a little while; Anneli had made up some lemonade, which we all enjoyed, and after a time, Mårten, Bo and I went out to the field. He wanted to show me what chores he needed done the next day. He explained what he wanted, and I had no problem with any of it. Bo asked if I could come and watch him practice with the cycle team on Saturday. "Sure, sure..." Mårten agreed, clapping me on the shoulder. "I told you the boy wouldn't leave you alone." He laughed. "You take Saturday for yourself. Nothing really to do here except some irrigation, ja..." He smiled and with a wave, he ambled off toward the house. Bo and I stood for a moment. I felt a bit awkward about nearly getting carried away on the couch earlier. "Thanks for the massage." Bo said, seeming to sense my tension. "Uh, yeah... I uh, kinda got a little too into it." I said. "I'm sorry." Bo looked up at me with his wonderfully expressive blue eyes. "I'm not..." Bo said quite deliberately. Then he grinned at me, and ran off toward the house. We had a late dinner, and afterward Mårten asked me to stay and watch a movie with them on TV. They were being very kind to me, and I was happy to spend more time with them, and Bo. By the end of the movie, Bo was nearly nodding off. Riding had taken a lot out of him today, and he yawned as he got up off the floor where he had been laying. "Goodnight." he said. He went around and hugged his grandma and grandpa. Then to my surprise, and almost embarrassment, he gave me a little hug as well, then trundled off to his room. I got up and said my goodnights as well. I thanked them for dinner, and letting me watch the movie with them; and just as I turned to leave, Bo called out from his bedroom and asked me to come in there for a second. "I told you the boy wouldn't leave you alone." Mårten smiled from his chair. I shrugged and went back to his room. "What's up dude?" I asked from the doorway. He was lying in bed, and motioned for me to come over to him. "I have something for you." He said sleepily. I walked over to him as he wiggled his finger for me to come closer, as if he wanted to whisper something to me; so I stooped in close to him. Bo reached out. He hugged me briefly, and then pressed his lips to my cheek in a soft, unexpected kiss. He smiled at me in the darkness, then rolled over onto his side. I left his room, said my goodnights once again to the Hanssons, and walked back out to the barn, and my bedroom there. I got ready for bed, then slipping in naked under the covers, I put my hands behind my head and stared up at the dark ceiling. I was kind of tired as well, and as I began drifting off, all I could think about, was Bo. The gorgeous Swedish boy was really having a strange effect on me... End of Part Two (Yes, more is on the way.) 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: This Boys Life 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