Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2018 10:46:40 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: The Boy From Sweden Chapter 9 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; Jan had spent the night with his friend Bo, with their older friend Erik watching over them. Their plan of course was to have Erik teach them some of the finer points of sex. The boys indeed learned a great deal about 'BJ's, and erotic stimulation. When Jan went home, Erik had a special gift for the young Swedish boy. We pick up with the last half page of the previous chapter... The Boy From Sweden Part Nine **Since Jan was gone, I figured now would be a good time to show Bo what came in the UPS package this morning. "Come on," I said, "I have something to show you. We went back into my room there in the barn. I grabbed up the box off the dresser and turned to hand it to Bo. "What's this?" Bo asked curiously. "Open it." I told him. "It's just something I got for you." His eyes lit up with curiosity, and he pulled at the wrappings to open the package. Opening it, he pulled out a grey plastic bag, and gently tore it open. His eyes went wide, and a huge smile crossed his lips, as he pulled out a brand new, Garmin Cervelo team issued riding kit. It was his favorite team, and this was their newest spandex riding kit; an authentic jersey, and bib shorts. "Whoa......" He yelled as he looked at the black, blue and white riding gear. He literally flew into my arms and squeezed me into a tight hug. He held me that way for many seconds, before tearfully pulling away. "Why are you crying?" I asked, but I already knew. "This is so awesome Erik... You got this just for me?" He wiped an excited tear away. "Well, it won't fit me." I laughed, "So yes, it's just for you." He grinned and hugged me again. This time kissing me affectionately on the lips. "So... try it on." I suggested. I didn't need to ask twice. Bo slipped out of his shorts and underwear, and all but ripped off his shirt. He pulled the bib shorts on, eyeing me with a smile as he reached in and adjusted himself; then pulled on the jersey and zipped it up. He ran into the bathroom to check it out in the mirror. "Ohhh.... This is so friggen awesome..." He hooted from the bathroom. I walked in to look at him. I have to say, this was a pretty slick looking riding outfit, and Bo looked exceptional in it. He turned and wrapped his arms around me, holding me in a long, and meaningful hug. "Erik, this is the nicest thing you could have ever done for me." Bo said, still clinging to me. "I have to go show gramma and grampa." He looked himself over in the mirror again and with a huge grin, he headed for the door. Bo made it halfway to the door, then stopped. Turning around, he looked at me, then ran back and leaped up into my arms, wrapping his arms and legs around me in another meaningful hug. "You're the best Erik." he beamed, and he pressed his open lips to mine, searching for my tongue. A full minute passed before we came up for air. "Tomorrow," Bo said, "We can ride up to the lake, for a picnic or something... And, I have something I want to give you too." He smiled at me, and ran off excitedly for the house. ** That evening, Anneli (Bo's Grandma) prepared a fantastic dinner for us. She wanted to thank me for taking care of Bo for the two days that they had been gone. In my mind though, I had already been heartily rewarded for that with all the fun we had. Still, it was a great meal, and we shared some wonderful conversation. Later in the evening they talked me into playing a board game with them, not really my thing, but I have to admit this family time thing was rather enjoyable. Bo was a joy for me to watch. His boyish animation, and his sweet smile were simply exciting to me. He always finds the joy in things, and his youthful laugh just makes me feel, well, happy. We played for a long while, until it was time to turn in, and then it took a good deal of convincing to get Bo to change out of his new Cervelo riding outfit. He certainly would have gone to sleep wearing it if he could. I went back to his bedroom with him to say goodnight, and actually helped him out of the Latex riding outfit. He smiled at me as I slid the bib shorts off, leaving him naked. Bo crawled into his bed without putting any underwear on, and as I reached out to pull up his covers, he playfully grabbed my hand and placed it on his exposed genitals. The tender warmth of his soft boy parts made me shiver with lust, and I couldn't resist rubbing my fingers over his boy bits for a moment. He closed his eyes with a soft sigh. "Thanks again for the riding outfit Erik." He whispered softly. "Welcome. Glad you liked it." I replied. Bo looked at me and smiled, and I could feel his young soft rod start to stiffen in my fingers. With a little grin, I squeezed once, and letting him go, I pulled his covers up, then stooped in close for a soft little kiss. "Night..." he breathed. "See you in the morning buddy." I smiled and headed for the door. "Luv you Erik..." Bo whispered. "Me too." I smiled as I shut off his light, and quietly closed the door. I walked out toward the living room where Mårten and Anneli were relaxing on the couch with the TV on. "Erik..." Mårten said. "Thanks so much for taking care of all the chores. And of course for watching Bo." "No problem." I smiled. "Guess I'll hit the sack as well..." "Goodnight Erik." Anneli smiled. I waved and headed back out to the barn, and my room there. It had been a long day, and I quickly stripped out of my clothes and crawled into my own warm bed. I lay there for awhile with my hands tucked up behind my head, as I relived the day and thought about young Bo. I did love that kid. In my seventeen years, all my sexual activity before this, was about getting my rocks off. It was fun, and exciting, and as I thought about it, it seemed to be all about me. But lying there, I realized that with Bo, it was different. I wanted to make him happy. It was more about what he was feeling, and about making him happy, instead of getting what I wanted. With that pleasant realization, I drifted off to a good nights slumber. I woke the next morning to sounds outside the barn. When I peeked out my window, I saw Mårten out in the nearby field starting some of the daily chores. Quickly I got dressed, and headed out to meet him there. "Sorry..." I said sleepily. "Guess I overslept this morning." "No worries. I wanted you to take a few days off anyway." Mårten smiled. "You did all the chores for me the last two days and you deserve a reward for that." "Ah, well... I appreciate that, but it's all good. I'll get the irrigation started and we'll be done in no time." I told him. With that we worked at getting things done, and quickly everything was wrapped up for the morning, and we headed back to the barn. "Get cleaned up, and come in for breakfast." Mårten said, as he headed for the house. I went into my room and stripped off my sweaty clothes, then hopped into my shower for a quick wash. Slipping on some shorts and a shirt, I went across the driveway to the house and into the kitchen. There was a fantastic smell filling the air; and as I sat down, Anneli set a plate of hot, freshly baked Cinnamon Buns on the table. "Ohh.... Man that smells soooo good." I complimented, as I breathed it in. Anneli smiled. "Help yourself." She offered. I didn't have to be asked twice, and I snagged one of them as she brought me a plate. Bo came to the table then, fresh from his morning shower, and already wearing his Cervelo cycling outfit. His long blond hair was still damp and he had it pushed back behind his ears. It was a different look for him, and he looked so cute. I smiled and thought to myself, this kid could paint himself purple, and he'd still look good. "God Morgan Erik." (Good Morning) Bo smiled. "Morning sunshine..." I beamed back. Bo slid into the seat along side of me, then playfully took the Cinnamon bun off of my plate, instead of grabbing another one for himself. He grinned at my look of protest, and bit into the warm pastry. "Mmm, these are good Mormor. " (Grandma) He smiled again at me, as I reached to take a new one and put it on my plate. Taking another bite, Bo looked at me, then put the half eaten one back on my plate, then took the fresh one from my plate for himself. I had to grin at the boyish look of innocence on his face, and Bo giggled delightedly. With youthful playfulness, he reached out teasingly and held the Cinnamon Bun out toward my mouth; for me to take a bite. He pulled it away of course, as I leaned in for it, and he giggled again and finally set it down on my plate. He looked at his fingers, which were covered with the sticky frosting. I glanced to be sure Anneli wasn't looking, then I took hold of Bo's hand, and leaning in a bit, I took his finger into my mouth, and suggestively sucked the frosting off of it. Bo's surprised look was worth the effort. He quickly shot a glance at his grandmother to be sure she didn't see. He looked back at me with a sly grin, as I sucked his middle finger into my mouth, sliding it in and out in a seductive manner. Bo almost choked on his laughter. "Mmm, you're right. This is really good." I said with a little double entendre that only Bo and I picked up on. He gave me a little smirk, and as I peeked down below the table, I noticed the bulge in his spandex appeared to be swelling just a bit. When we had finished eating, Bo mentioned that he needed to do some training on the bicycle today. He asked if I would help him, which of course I was certainly more than happy to do. Anneli made up some snacks for us to pack along, and within a half an hour we pulled the bikes out of the barn. I had changed into the riding shorts which Bo had given me, and we filled up the water bottles with Gatorade. Finally donning two small day packs, we rode out toward the highway. "I need to really work hard today Erik." Bo told me. "You need to push me, Ja?" So we set out, and after a brief warm up period we quickly picked up the pace. I remembered some training techniques, from working at the bike shop, and I challenged Bo with them. As we rode along, heading up into the hills, we would ride hard, all out sprints for thirty seconds, then drop to a high cadence pace for a around a minute. Then I forced the sprint again. Over and over we did this, and Bo never complained, though I knew his legs were hurting, because mine certainly were, and our lungs were burning at times with the effort. "Det är bra..." (This is good) Bo breathed hard. "Keep pushing me Erik." And I did. I made him shift into the big chain ring, even though we were going uphill, and with great difficulty he pushed onward without complaint for over an hour. Finally we reached the plateau, where the climb leveled out. I was pretty well spent, but I knew this is where the training really gets results. With both of us dripping sweat, I looked Bo in the eyes and challenged him again. "Come on..." I said sternly. "This is make or break time." I stood from the saddle, and started pounding forward, peddling with everything I had. "Come on.... Catch me..." I yelled back at him as I pulled away. Bo responded instantly, though his face showed the pain, he gritted it out and stood on his peddles furiously in pursuit. I'll be honest, I was hurting. I had never pushed myself that hard before, but we raced along the flat twisting road at a very quick pace. Bo had long since caught me, but we pushed on for several kilometers, drafting one another. After a long while, I called out to him to pull up. He looked back at me under his arm in full race form, and pulled away. I had cracked. The bike racing term for 'bonking'. Bo sat up on the saddle, and raised his hands in the air, celebrating his hard fought victory. We slowed then (thank god), and rode on at a casual cool down pace. Both of us were soaked with sweat, our legs felt like rubber, but Bo was happy. He knew that he had trained very hard today, and would certainly see some positive results come from it. Turning onto the other highway, we eventually came to the lake and rode it's perimeter. Finally we came to a familiar spot. This was the place Bo and Jan had taken me on that first ride, where we ended up skinny dipping. Bo looked at me with a sly smile. Was it fortuitous, or by design that we ended up here? Turning off the road, we made our way down the short trail and got off the bikes, setting them aside in the wild grass. Bo and I walked to the same spot we had been before, and we slipped off our day packs and dropped them there on the ground. "Shall we take a swim?" I suggested, knowing full well that's what we were going to do. "Ja. I'm all yucky with sweat." Bo answered, as he began carefully pulling off his riding jersey. Kicking out of shoes and socks, we stripped ourselves naked, and walked to the edge of the lake. "Thanks for helping me train Erik." Bo said sincerely as he stepped in close for a hug. "Yeah, you're welcome bud." I replied. "And thank you..." "Huh..? For what?" Bo looked confused. "For eating my Cinnamon Bun this morning you butthead..." And with a laugh, I picked Bo up and tossed him playfully into the lake. Bo surfaced, laughing gleefully as he splashed the cool water back at me. I took several quick steps and dove past him. We splashed each other, and tousled around for a moment until Bo popped up from the water directly in front of me. The glistening water washed his hair back around his head, and gleamed in the sunlight as it rolled, and dripped down his beautiful face. I stared at him, mesmerized by his youthful beauty and dazzling smile. I hooked my arms around his waist and pulled him into me, and leaning in, I smothered his lips with a meaningful kiss. Bo's arms wrapped tightly around me, as our tongues wetly searched each others mouths. Even standing in the cool water of the lake, I could feel the warmth of his naked skin pressed against me, tantalizing me... Stimulating me. We both moaned into each others mouths, hungrily sucking the others tongue, as though we couldn't get enough. I leaned my body back just a bit, lifting Bo's feet from the lake bottom. He wrapped his long, lean legs around my hips, locking his feet together behind me. I moved my hand down from his waist, across the supple curves of his firm, well rounded boyish bottom, and found his crease. I began rubbing between his cheeks, softly massaging my finger against his pink bung hole, arousing him as I teased his anus with my middle finger. "Mmm..." he breathed into my mouth as I gently continued to finger his boy hole. Our rigid tools pressing enticingly against one another. After several minutes, I turned and as best I could, moved us toward the shore. I carried him, still embraced together until we reached the edge, where reluctantly Bo finally had to stand on his own. We walked up to where we had laid our packs, and opening them, Bo pulled out a small thin bedspread, which we lay out in the grass. Bo stood there in all his glory. His young cocklet, still dripping wet, and standing up firmly against his tummy. He took my hand, and lying down, he pulled me down next to him. Bo smiled tenderly at me, and began kissing, and slowly licking his way down my torso. He was filled with youthful enthusiasm as he meandered downward. His tongue traced the muscles of my abdomen, which defined my adolescent six pack. I shivered as he exhaled soft wet breath against my skin. Bo reached my tight pubes, and looking up at me with a playful grin, he began grazing there, nibbling and nuzzling into me. "Åh, vad är detta?" (Oh, what is this?) He grinned, as he reached my erect penis. "Är det en majskolv?" (Is it corn on the cob?) He chuckled, as he began tenderly chewing at it, as if eating an ear of corn. "Stop it..." I laughed, as his gentle teething tickled my teenage member. Bo glanced up at me with a broad grin. Then he moved down and licked my nut sac. "Åh, valnötter! (Oh, walnuts!) He grinned, as he juggled them lightly in his fingers. "You little goofball..." I laughed, and reached down to grab him. I hauled him up my body, and rolled over so he was underneath me. He squirmed and laughed as I tickled him lightly. I pulled up from him, kneeling between his legs, then I reached down and grabbed his ankles in my hands. Smiling, I raised his knees up to his chest and spread them to the outside, so his upraised and spread buttocks hovered just above my thighs. "Hmm... What's this?" I toyed with him as I pulled his firm boy tool away from his belly. "Looks like a banana, or something... Hmm, lets peel it and find out." With my fingers I slid his foreskin down off his glans, exposing his plum tip. Bo giggled happily. "I don't know of any bananas that look like that..." I teased. "I better try some of it..." I leaned forward and sucked the tip of his boyhood into my mouth, sucking and tasting it. "Nope... That's not a banana..." I grinned, as I popped him out of my mouth. Bo stuck his tongue out at me, then laughed. I gave him a questioning look, as I moved in closely toward his testicles. "And look at these strange things..." I said, as I fingered his scrotum. "A sack of marbles maybe..? No, too small for that... Maybe they're peanut M&Ms" I teased. Bo just laughed, and wiggled his butt at me. "Well then, what's this..? A secret opening?" I asked, as I rubbed my finger tip over his wrinkled pink grommet, causing him to flinch excitedly. Bo was still wet, and fresh from the lake, so I leaned in and boldly tickled his orifice with my tongue. The boy quivered, and cooed under my moist, warm probing. There was no odd smell, no taste, just fresh, erotic boy. I toyed with his tender grommet, and he continued to squirm, and moan excitedly under my touch. We played this way for many minutes, simply enjoying each other. It was a euphoric feeling, being intimate like this with someone you cared about. I'm sure I was truly falling in love with this boy, and near as I could tell he felt the same towards me. Crazy I suppose. Most would say, what do people this young know about love? Well, I don't know much I suppose. But I know I'd never felt this way about anyone before. In the back of my mind I knew there was a big age difference. Bo was nearly thirteen, and as much as it seemed wrong, somehow I couldn't stop the way I felt about him... We looked tenderly at one another as I lay myself down on top of him, and we smiled at each other. Bo kissed me softly, and his beautiful blue eyes seemed to sparkle with feeling. He rolled himself on top of me, and with a warm smile he kissed me passionately, and sucked on my tongue, the way I had taught him yesterday. We wrapped our arms around one another and instinctively ground our hips together. Bo's stiff boyhood pressed into me, as our wet flesh bonded together. With Bo still on top of me, my fingers cupped into the fold of his butt cheeks. I could feel warmth radiating from his pink grommet, and we rolled over yet again still rubbing our stiff members between us. "Knulla mig Erik... " (Fuck me Erik.) Bo breathed as he pulled his head back for a moment. "Please, I want you to... Jag vill att du I mig." (I want you in me.) "Please Erik... Do it with me..." Bo pleaded. I pulled back and looked him deeply in the eyes for a long moment. He smiled at me and nodded.... "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked honestly. "Yes please..." Bo replied, and he drew his knees up again into his chest, spreading them invitingly as he wiggled his hips almost impatiently. I smiled timidly at him. "This is a really bid step." I told him. "Are you sure? I mean, really sure?" He nodded with conviction as he looked me in the eyes. I sighed, wanting so desperately to do this, but... Our age difference. This was a huge step... "Please Erik. I truly want you to do this. Please..." He smiled tenderly at me as he rubbed my forearms, then he smiled again, and nodded his sincere consent. This was a huge step. I was a virgin, and so was Bo. And this would be a first for both of us. Not in a million years would I have thought of losing myself; on a boy... I didn't want to cause him any pain, but I knew my penis wasn't large by any account. I was average sized at best, for a seventeen year old. I looked at him again questioningly. The boy nodded up at me, begging me to make love to him. Up on my knees now, I nestled in closely to his warm bottom. Reaching down, I grabbed my erect boy tube, and rubbed the tip gently over his pink opening; my generously dripping precum lubed his boyhole. "Are you sure?" I asked one last time. Bo smiled up at me, and nodded again. I was trembling, and nervous. Scared and delighted in the same moment. For me, I genuinely wanted to make love to this boy. It wasn't about sex. It was about connecting intimately with Bo, feeling even closer to him, this boy that I felt love for. I was trembling now with anticipation as I gently pressed my leaking tip against his pink pucker. I felt it spread him, and his hot tight ring wrapped smoothly around the tip of my glans. "More..." he breathed, and he seemed to push his buttocks up against me. I felt the head of my dick slip up inside him, and his anal ring clamped around the ridge of my stiff glans. Bo seemed to wince just a bit, and I was panicked a little, not wanting to hurt him. I looked into his eyes again, questioningly. He smiled so softly at me, and I could actually feel his inner ring relax around my pole, to accept my entry. Still shaking, I pressed forward ever so slowly; tenderly sliding my firm boyhood further into him. He moaned slightly, but somehow I knew it was a pleasurable expression. Bo's bare feet rested softly on top of my shoulders; my hands were holding the underside of his thighs and I steadied myself as I leaned into him. I could feel the moist heat of his insides encasing my slender shaft. I was the one who moaned out loud this time. My god the feeling was so overpowering and incredible. "Mmmm...oh god..." We both seemed to moan at the same time, the strange universal language of this most intimate mating ritual. I could feel myself sinking slowly into him, and I closed my eyes to further appreciate the tactile sensations that gripped tightly around my penis and seemed to draw me in. Finally, my pubic mound nestled in tightly against him, as I quite literally bottomed out. Bo's smooth testicles were softly, and sensually pressing into my pubes. Both of us felt it when my dick twitched inside of him, and our eyes met again. I held myself there for a moment, and leaned forward to kiss Bo's soft lips, as I settled my weight against him. "Mmm..." Bo moaned as he wiggled slightly. "Do it Erik... Please..." he sighed. Slowly I pulled my hips back, drawing my length out of him. He sighed again with erotic pleasure that I couldn't imagine. "Hump me..." He begged. I rolled my hips forward, then back, slowly, lovingly pumping within him. His mouth opened in a long slow sigh of enjoyment. "Ohh... Ohhhh..." I slowly began to quicken my pace. Steady timid thrusts, allowing him time to adapt. My thrusts were erratic in depth and rhythm, but Bo seemed to truly enjoy every throbbing push . "Mmm, mmm, mmm..." He chanted with each of my inward thrusts. My balls began to slap playfully against his warm, bare bottom and I closed my eyes and moaned along with him as the sensations sparked and jolted within me. My god it was awesome... The firm heated tightness that wrapped around my erection. "Ohh.... Oh god...." Humping, in an out; thrusting into him. I changed pace slightly, and wriggled a bit. "So good, oh yeah...." Bo mumbled through his frenzied breathing. "Uhh, uhh, uuhh..." I lifted my right hand away from his soft thigh, and grasping his ankle, I moved his leg out to the side. The new position created a different leverage, and turned my boy sausage slightly inside of him. "Ohhhh..... Ohooo..." Bo moaned with pleasure as I bounced into his sweet spot, the tip of my penis bumping his prostate. I was beginning to feel myself climb toward orgasm. It felt like I had plugged my penis into a light socket. The rising heat, and impulses charging, and discharging within me. "Ohh.. Ohhhh fuck..." One of us moaned, then the other... I felt Bo spasm against me as he reached some magical euphoric state of his own, and I put my hand back on his soft under-thigh, as I continued to spank my pelvis into his bottom. "I'm.... I'm gonna cum...." I managed to breath out. "Mmm, do it... Do it..." Bo grunted back. I quickened my thrusts, and... My balls drew up to me, perhaps shielding themselves from the pending explosion. My thighs tightened, awash with endorphins, and Bo must have felt my glans expand within him, because his anus clamped down on me. "Ohh fuuuuuckingaaaaaaaa....." I all but shouted as the dam burst. Pulse after pulse hot seed flooded from me, spilling my steaming boy chowder into the depths of this young Swedish boy's rectum. The sensations that coursed through, and out of me were prolonged, and indescribable, time stopped...and then, as if someone had pulled the plug, my inert body relaxed, and I slumped limply onto Bo's soft naked body. I strained for breath, and could barely feel my teenage tool pulse weekly, as it slipped slowly from Bo's tender boy hole; only to plop out as if birthed, in search of it's first breath. Bo lowered his legs, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him. He was breathing heavily, and shaking. "Det var jävla otrolig..." (That was fucking incredible...) Bo whispered, then he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I turned breathlessly, to look into his smiling eyes, and I almost cried as I gazed into those warm blue pools. Essentially, I had just lost my virginity, as had Bo. It had been epic. This experience was one that I would relive with fondness for the rest of my life. My first time making love. "Are you okay?" I asked Bo in a whisper. He smiled softly at the question, and nodded happily as we lay there resting. "Det var så bra...." (That was so good.) Bo breathed again and again as we lay there. "Let's just rest for a few minutes." I suggested. "Then it's your turn." He smiled at me. "Na... I want to wait. It'll feel more special, if we can do it another time. This was just so cool, I want to remember it just like this..." He smiled, and hugged me again. "Really? You're sure?" I questioned, and Bo nodded at me. "You can jack me off though, ja?" He requested. I looked at his beautiful boyish features and smiled. Reaching down I took hold of his petrified boy part. Squeezing just a little, a huge pearl like drop of pre cum rolled out of his tip. I lowered myself to him, and licked the sticky residue from the tip of his beautiful boyish member, then closed my wet mouth around him and sucked his turgid boyhood. Licking and nuzzling his young testies, I began masturbating him. He was so worked up from being fucked, that It didn't take long for his four and a half inch penis to leak copious amounts of precum. Stroking him, I peeled his pink banana, and darted my tongue over his continuously leaking purple bulb. He moaned as I worked him, playing my tongue around the lip of his glans. His smooth cap swelled before my eyes and his hips squirmed, tingling joyfully. Gasping, and moaning heavily, a clear geyser suddenly erupted in front of me. Spurting upward and dropping wetly back onto my hand and Bo's pubic area. Another hefty squirt, and another... I clamped my mouth over his pulsing boy spigot, and drank down the rest of his offerings. He writhed at the sensitive touch, as my tongue bathed his purple plum, cleaning out the last of his boy juices. When he had finished, I rolled off to his side, and rubbed my hand over the soft skin of his belly and chest. We lay together for a long time, simply enjoying the precious moment. Finally I struggled to my feet, and gave him a hand up. Both of us moved to the edge of the water, and plunged our sweaty bodies once again into the cooling pool. We swam around for the next half hour, just floating and talking; occasionally splashing each other playfully. With the day moving along, we finally climbed out of the water, and spread ourselves on the blanket, to let the afternoon sun dry our naked bodies. Bo was lying close to me, with my arm under his head like a pillow. He looked at me with doe like eyes; lovingly... I simply watched him, and listlessly stroked my fingers over his soft skin. "Mmm, that feels good." Bo breathed. He rolled into me putting his arm over my chest, and his top leg up over my thighs. His soft package pressed into my hip as he gazed at me. "Thanks Erik." he whispered. "For...?" I teased. "You know. For being.... Well, for doing it with me. For being so gentle to me like that." "Was it what you expected?" I asked, sincerely wanting to know. "Yup... It was all weird, and awesome at the same time. It kinda hurt at first. But not in a real bad way or anything. More like, uncomfortable. But then when you were humping into me... It touched me somehow; I don't know how to say it... It's kinda like, when you have an itch, and you know that great feeling you get when you finally scratch it. It was kinda like that, I guess..." I grinned at him. "That's so cool. I can't wait till you... Well, scratch my itch." I laughed, and Bo giggled along with me. We relaxed there, until the warm sun had dried us. Sitting up, we fished out the snacks from our backpacks, that Anneli had prepared for us, and still sitting there comfortably naked, we gobbled them down. Bo stood finally, and reached out a hand to pull me up. We stood in front of each other for a moment and I ran my fingers through his long blond locks, pulling him toward me. Bo pursed his lips, expecting my kiss, but with his eyes closed, I reached out my tongue and wetly licked his nose instead. "Eww..... Man, what was that?" He laughed, wiping his palm over it. "That's how the Eskimo's kiss." I joked. "Nu uh..." He grinned. "It's like this." He stepped forward, and grabbing both of our soft dicks in his fingers, he rubbed their tips together, then giggled. "That's how Eskimo's kiss." he corrected. "Ahh.... I see now." I laughed. "So... They must French kiss like this..." I reached out and with our pricks still pressed together, I pulled his foreskin forward and over the head of my penis, coupling them together. We both shared a nice laugh, and finally we separated and began to put our clothes back on. Damn! I was really beginning to enjoy this being naked stuff. Finally though, we rolled the blanket up, and stuffed it back into one of the packs. "Ready?" I asked Bo. "Ja..." he replied, picking his bike up. We pushed them back up the footpath to the road, and climbing on, we set off for the ride back home. It was casual, fun. We talked, and joked as we rode along, even singing a Lady GaGa song, and making up our own funny, and sometimes dirty lyrics to it. Finally we reached home, and pulled down the long driveway to the house where we stowed the bikes away in the barn. I walked back across to the house with Bo, carrying the empty plastic containers that our snacks had been packed in. "Ah, you're home." Anneli smiled as we walked in. "Did you have fun?" "Great fun Mormor." (Grandma) Bo smiled at me as he hugged her. "Well that's wonderful dear. Do you two want some raspberry lemonade?" She asked. "Mmm. Sounds good." We both agreed, and we sat at the table while Anneli poured some for us. "Your friend Jan called for you earlier." Anneli mentioned to Bo. "I talked with his mother for awhile, and I think she wants to ask Erik a favor." "Really? What kind of favor?" Bo asked curiously. "Well, we talked about what a great job Erik did, watching you two boys while we were gone. I told her how responsible Erik has been, helping around here, and doing all the farm chores and such. She says her boys are quite fond of Erik as well." "And..?" Bo persisted. "So, she and her husband are having their fifteenth anniversary this coming weekend. They were wanting to get away, just the two of them, and go into Stockholm for the weekend. "And, and.... " Bo questioned impatiently. Anneli smiled and shook her head. "And, I think they need someone to watch their boys while they are gone." She finished, as she set our lemonade's on the table. "Oh, that would be so fun..." Bo beamed, and his grandmother shook her head. "Don't you think Erik should have a say in that?!" she laughed. "Oh... Oh yeah, I guess so huh... Duh." he grinned sheepishly at me. "Anyway," she said, "give Jan a call and find out if that's what they want to ask about." Bo dove for the phone and quickly called his friend Jan. They chatted for several long minutes, and I kept hearing words like, 'Cool', and 'that would be so awesome' and, 'I have something to tell you'. Finally Bo handed me the phone, and said that Jan's mom wanted to talk to me. "Hi, this is Erik." I said after taking the phone. I listened a bit, as she explained the things that Anneli had already told me. Finally she asked if I would be willing to do it. "Well, I'll need to check with Mårten and Anneli first, to see if it's ok." I told her. Anneli quickly nodded her approval. Apparently they had already discussed the matter between them. "Yes, well that would be fine then." I said, listening again. "Great, we'll see you then... Ok... Goodbye." "What? Are we going to do it?" Bo jumped at me as I hung up the phone. "Well, yeah. On Saturday, after you guys ride your Criterium race, you and I will go over to Jan's house and I'll watch over you guys for the rest of the weekend..." "Det är häftigt." (That is awesome.) Bo said happily, pumping his fist. I'm quite sure his grandmother couldn't figure out what he was so excited about, but of course, I kind of knew what was going through his mind. "Well, you two go get cleaned up." Anneli directed us "We'll have dinner in an hour and a half, ja?" And she smiled at us, as she shooed us out of her kitchen. Bo went in to take his shower, and almost reluctantly I went back out to my room in the barn, to do the same. It looked like an interesting weekend ahead. The cycling race would be exciting. And I could only imagine what would go on at Jan's house, what with their nice swimming pool and sauna area. I was actually looking forward to it. I climbed into my shower, and as I lathered myself up, there was certainly no way that I couldn't think about what had happened today at the lake. I was thrilled by what had transpired, and wouldn't have changed it for the world. Yet, at the same time I hoped that I hadn't crossed some line, that we had gone too far. It wasn't lost on me, that what we had done wasn't even legal. Not even here in Sweden. I pictured Bo, and the honest and beautiful smile on his face. I thought about how joyful the entire event had been. I realized that I it was real love I felt for the boy. With those thoughts racing through my head, my dick slowly climbed upward. With a fistful of my cock, and the soap, I joyfully relived the loss of virginity... End of Part Nine 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