Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2018 10:13:47 -0700 From: Ian Bridger Subject: The Boy From Sweden Chapter 6 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 is the story of twelve year old Bo and Jan, both Swedish boys, and Erik, a seventeen year old American teenager. Several people have asked, so... 'Jan', is pronounced more like 'Yan'. And 'Ja', is pronounced like 'Yaw'. Thanks. *In the last Chapter; Swedish boys, Bo, and Jan had talked Erik, the teenager from America into coming over to Jan's house after cycling practice, for a swim and some time in Jan's Sauna. The boys had more in mind than an innocent swim: and soon were swimming naked in the pool. They ended up in the sauna, exchanging erotic massages, that eventually led to each boy's rather erotic orgasm. Afterwards, Bo and Erik returned home, finding themselves, alone... And we pick up the story from the last few paragraphs of chapter five. The Boy From Sweden Part Six "I'll be right back." Bo said. And as he walked back to his room, I spread out on the couch to relax, and find a movie for us to watch. Bo came back a moment later; he had gone in to change, and when he came out he was just wearing his large oversized tee shirt, which came down to mid thigh on him. He was bare from that point down. I was lying across the couch, and Bo settled in on the couch in front of me, our bodies nestled comfortably against one another. We watched for a long while, my arm wrapped around him. It felt so nice; Bo's warm body, resting easily against mine, our bare legs and feet overlaying each other. When the movie ended, Bo said he wanted to watch another one. We really just wanted to lie together like this, forever. The next movie started, and with a smile, Bo looked back at me, and asked me to take my shirt off. Thinking nothing of it, I slipped it up over my head, and now, wearing just my shorts, Bo leaned back against me. Ten minutes later, he raised up just a bit, and grabbing his shirt, he pulled it up over his head. My eyes went wide... The only thing Bo had on, was a pair of bright yellow Tanga style bikini briefs. A small pouch of cloth in front, (which he filled nicely) with a thin, one inch band of elastic material wrapping around his lean waist. Holy shit... He leaned back warmly against me, and nestled his nearly bare ass against my shorts. This had gone from incredibly comfortable, to incredibly sensual in the space of a heartbeat. I rested my arm around his bare torso again, and felt those butterflies in my belly again. The warmth of his bare back pressing invitingly against my chest... Oh shit.... Parts of me were beginning to stir... As we lie there for awhile watching the movie, with my arm casually around him, Bo innocently moved his hand so that it rested on top of mine, his thumb moved gently back and forth, idly stroking the back of my hand. It was a pleasant feeling that seemed to show how comfortable the boy felt with me. I closed my eyes for a moment, simply to savor the feel of his warm soft skin, pressing gently against mine. I had never intended, nor expected anything like this to have happened during my time here in Sweden. I was still feeling somewhat guilty though, owing to the difference in our ages. Yet, here I was resting comfortably, nearly naked on a couch with this beautiful Swedish boy. I thought about things back home. I had a 'part time' girlfriend, though it was nothing serious. Just someone who I kind of liked, and messed around with from time to time. I realized now that she was just for company, more so than actual girlfriend I was in a relationship with. I thought about two of my guy friends there, who when we were younger, had shared some casual sexual experimenting with. But none of it felt anything like this. This boy was doing something to me that I couldn't explain. The casual way we lay together, our legs and bare feet laced together in a warm tangle of limbs, it was all so, easy, so natural. There was no posturing, no planning... It just felt so relaxing, so right, and there was simply no other place I would rather be. I leaned forward an inch, and breathed in the scent of Bo's soft, clean hair. His long blond locks were like silk against my cheek, it was fresh, and enticing. I gently kissed his soft hair, and Bo turned his head to glance curiously back at me. His blue eyes seemed to wash over me, as a warm little smile spread his lips. He turned back to watch the movie again, and I drew in a long, slow and contended breath. I had never felt anything like this in my seventeen years. We watched the movie for about twenty minutes, both of us seeming content in the moment. After a time, Bo shifted his position, and with me still lying on my side he rolled onto his back, but was still nestled firmly against me. His attention was no longer on the movie. I glanced down to see him looking up at me, a warm smile on his young face. He was so cute. His soft features so smooth and incredibly innocent. "What..?" I asked softly, as his eyes seemed to be studying me. His smile doubled shyly. "Ingenting... (Nothing...)" He spoke quietly. He lifted his hand off of mine and placed it softly on my bare chest. "I can feel your heartbeat." He said a few moments later. "Me too." I answered, as my arm still lay warmly across his torso. I couldn't help but to look down his young body, to the sexy yellow Tanga briefs he was wearing. The small pouch of soft material was well formed with his tender boyhood. "Those are pretty, hot..." I said, thinking aloud. "Ja." (Yes) he replied. "That's why I wore them... For you." He grinned coyly, as I laughed. His young fingers were absently meandering across my chest, as his forefinger inquisitively traced circles around the ring of my nipple. I also noticed the cloth pouch of his briefs seemed to becoming a bit fuller. "Erik..." He spoke timidly. "Have you... Have you ever..." He paused as if unsure. "Have I ever... What?" I urged him to continue. He glanced up at me and blushed a little, trying to determine if he wanted to continue. "Har du någonsin... Gjort det med någon?" Bo looked away from my eyes, embarrassed. I smiled quizzically. "Bo, I don't have a clue what you just asked me. Just say it." I told him. He sighed. "Erik, have you ever... Done it with someone?" he rushed, blushing even more. I think I must have blushed right along with him. "I uhh... Well..." I almost wanted to lie to him. At seventeen I was still a virgin. "No. No I haven't." I said a bit sheepishly. Bo looked back into my eyes, and smiled again. "But you want to, ja?" He asked. Finally I saw the humor in it. "Well duh..." I grinned at him. Bo smiled up at me, then he rolled into me a bit, and nestled in tightly against my body. I could feel the stiffness of his boypole as it pressed into me, and I wrapped my arm around him again, as we snuggled into each others warmth. My hand softly stroked the supple skin of his back. This tenderness was worth everything at that moment, and I never wanted to leave this couch. I slid my hand gently, up and down his youthful torso, across the small of his back, and onto the gentle slope of his curving hips. When my fingers brushed the elastic band of his briefs, I didn't even think twice about slipping them beneath it, and as I did, my hand slid across the smooth velvety lambskin of his rounded butt cheek. I cupped my fingers against it, my fingertips nestled slightly into the warmth and feel of his tender young boy crease. This was nirvana. Like a weird fourth dimension, somewhere between reality and fantasy. I could feel Bo's soft, warm breath against my chest, and we lay this way for many minutes, until Bo's breathing softened as he drifted away into light slumber. A contented smile crossed my face, and in moments I joined him effortlessly in sleep. I woke up several hours later, the TV still quietly broadcasting in the background. We had shifted around in our sleep, and I was on my back now, with Bo's arm and leg resting comfortably across my body. With a long yawn, I raised up a bit to look at this boy, and softly I rubbed his back. I couldn't resist leaning in and kissing him gently on his forehead. Carefully, so as not to disturb him, I rolled slightly and pushed myself up off the couch. Needing to take a pee, I padded quietly into the bathroom and stood sleepily in front of the toilet, with my teenage member in my hand. I stood there awhile, my eyes heavy and almost dozing. I finally squeezed my slender length, trying to coax a piss stream, but instead a long stringy drop of precum surfaced, and dripped away like sticky syrup. Eventually a warm stream of urine flooded through my shaft, and drained loudly into the toilet, leaving my stretched bladder feeling much better. When I'd finished I walked back into the living room toward the couch, and stood over the nearly naked curled up figure of the young Swede, smiling at the tenderness of the sight before me. The soft curves of his nicely tanned pubescent body, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he took breath. My eyes wandered over the length of him, from his long blond hair down to his tender toes. My gaze returning to the soft bulge of flesh, barely hidden beneath the thin yellow fabric of his briefs. A shiver of excited pleasure ran through me, and I smiled at him. I grabbed the remote control, and turning off the TV I bent over and slid my arms gently under the boy. Scootching him gently to the edge, I lifted him off the couch as best I could, to carry him back into his bedroom. Reaching down awkwardly with one hand, I slid the covers down, and then lowered Bo to his soft mattress. I gazed at him in the dim light, and then pulled the bedcovers up around him and leaned in close to press my lips briefly against his. Turning, I started to walk from his room, stopping when I heard his soft sleepy voice. "Erik..." he said quietly. "Hm?" I turned my head to look back at him. "Where are you going?" Bo asked softly. "Going to bed. Goodnight Bo." I smiled, and started out again. "Erik..." He called out again. "Yes?" I glanced back at him once more. "Why don't you just sleep in here, with me?" his voice requested. "Because," I spoke softly. "I have to get up early to do the farm chores in the morning, and I don't want to wake you." I answered, turning again for the door. "Erik..." he persisted. "What..?" I sighed, turning around yet again. "I love you Erik..." he breathed sleepily, as he faded off. With a smile, and a warm feeling inside of me, I turned again and went back into the living room. Setting the wake up alarm on my cell phone, and grabbing a comforter from the back of the couch I lay down and settled in. "I love you too..." I mumbled quietly, as thoughts of him filled my mind as I fell asleep. The cell phone chimes went off at six thirty the next morning, and rubbing my eyes, I grabbed my phone form the end table and shut off the decidedly annoying alarm. I sat up and stretched, then forced myself to get up, and amble quietly into the kitchen I grabbed some juice from the fridge, and some fresh fruit from a bowel on the counter for a quick breakfast for myself. When I'd finished, I set a place at the table for Bo. Getting out several boxes of cereal, a bowl and a glass for him to use when he got up. Then it was out to the barn. I slipped into my work jeans and shirt, brushed my teeth and headed out to the fields to take care of the chores. I ran the irrigation, just as Mårtin had showed me, and then worked down the list things that needed to be done. Some time later, I saw Bo coming across the field by the fence. He grinned and waved at me as he hurried over to where I was working. "God morgon..." (Good morning.) he beamed cheerfully. "Morning, sunshine..." I grinned back at him. "I will help you, Ja?" Bo offered, and he stepped up alongside of me. "That's cool, thanks." I returned. Together we spent the next hour and a half shifting some farm equipment to the other side of the field. I was impressed with Bo. Many kids his age would have gotten bored quickly, or would want to quit, but he worked hard, with no complaints till we had finished. With everything finally done, we took the tools back into the barn, and after putting everything away I suggested that we go inside and I would make us a proper breakfast. Bo liked the idea, and we headed back over to the house. We set about making breakfast. Some farm fresh eggs, scrambled the way Bo requested, and some Canadian style bacon fried up just right. I even cooked up some hash browns for us. Bo heated up some blueberry muffins, and then we sat down at the kitchen table to stuff our faces. "Mmm, you did good." Bo said, over a mouthful of food. "It's just eggs bro. But yeah, they are kinda tasty huh..? "Uh huh... I was really hungry too." He said, dishing more onto his plate. We grubbed it all down, and just as we were finishing, the phone rang and Bo picked up the call. "Hej, detta är Bo." (Hello, this is Bo.) "Åh hej Morfar. (Oh hi Grandpa). He listened. "Ja, allt är fint." (Everything is fine.) He smiled at me as they talked a few moments in Swedish, and then Bo handed me the phone. "Hello Mr. Hansson." I greeted, "How is your sister doing?" "Oh, she's still under the weather." Mårtin reported. "But she will be fine, I think. We will stay for most of the day at least, if this is okay with you." "Absolutely. We have all the chores done, so there's no worries here sir." I said. "Ja... Thanks so much Erik. Bo told me you are doing a wonderful job. I sure appreciate your help. Okay, well then... We will call you later this afternoon to let you know what's going on, Ja?" "Sure, that's cool. Stay as long as you need to, I'm serious, Bo and I have everything under control here." I listened a bit. "Alright, thanks... Talk to you later." And I hung up the phone. "Well, it's just us for awhile." I winked at Bo. Bo and I put everything away, and cleaned up the kitchen. We looked at each other, both of us still kind of grimy from our earlier farm chores. "Vi borda få stadas upp, ja? We should get cleaned up..." Bo said. "Yeah, that's prob'ly a good idea." I replied, looking at myself. "Go get some fresh clothes, and come back in here." Bo suggested, as he smiled slyly. "Ok, but no funny business..." I grinned back, wagging my finger at him. "Who, me? No... I promise..." He answered. And with another little grin he headed back towards his bedroom. I walked back outside to my room in the barn, where I stripped off my grimy tee shirt. I brushed my teeth, (force of habit) and gathered up some clean clothes to wear. Then I walked back over to the main house. I went inside through the side door, as always, and walked back through the kitchen. I could hear water running somewhere down the hall, so I carried my stuff that way toward the bathroom. When I turned the corner, I had to smile at the sight before me. Bo was sitting in the large oversized bathtub, half filled amidst a small mound of body sudsy wash bubbles. His leg was up over the edge of the tub, his small pink toes dripping with suds. "Well..! Get in here." Bo prompted playfully. I shook my head, smiling, and then unfastened my shorts and pulled them down my legs. I set them on the counter, but then reached into the pocket and pulled my cell phone out. "Smile..." I said, as I aimed the phone's camera at him. He grinned one of his beautiful grins that left dimples welled up in his cheeks as I took the picture. I returned the phone back into the pocket of my shorts, and then slid my Calvin Klein's down onto the floor. Bo smiled as I stepped naked into the tub, and sat down in the opposite end facing him in the warm sudsy water. Bo gently splashed some of the bubble laden water up onto my chest and neck, and he giggled. I scooped a handful of suds, and leaning towards him, I smeared it playfully on his face, leaving him with a dripping beard of bubbles. We laughed happily and then grinned sheepishly at one another. We sat facing each other, with our legs stretched out, my legs were bent slightly at the knees, and rested over the top of his. I put my hands down in the water, and touched his lower legs, softly feeling, and tenderly exploring the smooth skin his calves for a moment. "So... Did you like being in the sauna at Jan's house?" Bo questioned. "You mean, being in the sauna, or, the things we did in there?" I asked cautiously. Bo smiled timidly, his boyish little smile. "Both, I guess..." the youngster said in his soft voice, and he blushed just a bit. I sat there thoughtfully for a moment, considering my answer. "Well... It surprised me, I suppose. I mean, you and Jan are both so open to, to nudity and all that other stuff." "Ja. Nudity is not so big a deal here." Bo replied honestly. "But... I was scared to let you see me with a... Well, you know, with my penis all hard like that. It's a little embarrassing, and I was afraid...well, that you wouldn't like it..." He blushed again. "Are you kidding?" I replied gently. "You were... I mean, it was, well, beautiful." I gently squeezed Bo's calves under the water. "Bo... You're the most amazing, and beautiful boy I've ever seen..." He blushed again and he looked down shyly at the soap bubbles in the tub. I couldn't help but smile at his innocence. "Tack." (Thanks.) he said, his voice a whisper. "I was really nervous about, about touching you there like that." I confided, as Bo looked up at me. "No... No I...I wanted you to." Bo offered, and he blushed deeply once again. "I mean, I kind of hoped that you would want to..." We both sat quietly for a moment, each of us processing what this actually meant. "Yeah but I didn't just touch you there, did I. I, kinda' jerked you off. I shouldn't have done that..." I apologized, and Bo looked down again, blushing. "I sort of, well, wanted you to..." Bo whispered, his chin still down on his chest, embarrassed. "I did too." I confessed. He looked up at me with a shy, but growing smile. We sat quietly for several moments, and I continued to softly stroke his calves under the soapy water. Then I smiled with recollection. "You really squirted a lot..." I laughed. "Ja..." Bo giggled. "Guess I was really excited." He sniggered, and I laughed along with him. Bo drew his left knee up towards his chest, and then with an innocent smile, he let his foot slide back along the bottom of the tub toward me. I felt his slender toes make contact, as they slipped up under my dangling testicles. He wiggled his young boyish toes, and jiggled my balls underwater like they were a bath toy. I ginned at the ticklish sensation. "Naughty, naughty...." I scolded him playfully. With a sly little smile, he slid his foot even further beneath me, and raised his submerged toes up against my bunghole, tickling my soft boy opening. My eyes closed at his soft touch, and a joyful shiver played up my spine. "I thought we said no funny business..." I scolded him, with no conviction. "Uhh, no... I think 'you' said no funny business." Bo replied coyly, as he raised his toe up to stroke my bung hole again. I reached down with a smile, and took his soft boy foot into my hands. I raised it up out of the water, and began washing it gently as Bo looked on. He seemed to enjoy my gentle touch, and as I washed the soul of his cute, compact little foot, Bo emitted some pleasurable little cooing sounds. I massaged slowly, and slid my soapy fingers between and around his boyish toes. "Do my other one please..." Bo requested a moment later, and he lay back, and exchanged feet. As I did his other foot, I was rather surprised at how sensual, and stimulating this little exchange was. I suddenly became aware that my dick was playing, 'up periscope' in the water. "Hey..." Bo chided as he saw the tip of my boner, sticking out of the water. "I though you said no funny business..." He laughed, and pulling his foot from my hands, he settled it against my tumescent shaft, and rubbed teasingly on it for a moment. "Errmmm... My turn..." I responded, and I moved my foot between his thighs. He took my foot into his hands and began to wash it, then he smiled mischievously, and lowered it back into the water between his legs. He began to rub it up and down against his soft boy parts. I shook my head at his playful antics, and within seconds I felt his young boy tube start to stiffen. "Mmmm..." He sighed happily, "Det känns så bra. (It feels so good.) He continued to rub, until I took over, and started the playful stroke myself. His now rigid cock felt so erotic under the soft soul of my foot. "Man... That does feel really good..." I said, and Bo laughed at me. "That's what I just said..." He teased. With a grin I took my foot away, and taking hold of his ankles, I lifted both his feet and legs out of the water to playfully dunk him backward. He came up grinning, his long blond hair washed back over his head. It was all too cute... Bo playfully leaned back against the tub, and spreading his legs, he pulled his knees up to his chest. I looked into the water, between the soap suds, and just like the other day in the pool, when Jan's young brother did his little summersault, I could see Bo's loose sac, and the pink ring of his puckered boy hole. He wiggled his ass a bit, and then with a little grin, he 'tooted' under water. Little air bubbles rose from his butthole, and bubbled up at the surface. I broke out laughing so hard that I honestly couldn't breath. I had to lie back to get air, and I heard Bo giggling joyfully along with me. He had the cutest higher pitch giggle. We laughed for a long while after that, until finally I was able to sit up and look at this cute boy. I reached out, taking hold of his legs, and slid him along the tub, toward me. His legs over mine, and spread outside of my hips I pulled him in close, almost into my lap, till our boy parts came together under the soapy water. I put my arms around him and without a though pulled him into a long, playful and friendly kiss. We looked at each other, with a certain tenderness, and unable to resist, I kissed him again. "Hey..." Bo whispered, our lips half an inch apart. "I thought you said no funny stuff..." he smiled. "I was wrong." I smiled back, and kissed him again. "Besides... There's nothing funny about this... This is just good stuff." I smiled. We touched lips again, and I was surprised suddenly when Bo's warm tongue probed my lips gently, then slipped into my willing mouth. We lingered that way in a sensual French kiss till the water started cooling. Boys will be boys they say, and just to be funny I managed to squeak out an underwater fart just before we got out of the tub. We heard the little rumble against the tub, and as the bubbles rose, our unfettered laughter began renewed. Getting out of the tub finally, we shared a towel, happily wiping each other dry. Bo stood naked then, looking into the mirror while he brushed out his long blond locks. From behind him I watched his reflection, and was slightly turned on by his flaccid boy sausage bobbing a little with each brush stroke. Unable to resist, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him firmly from behind. "Huh? He smiled back at my reflection. "What was that for?" "Just because. You look so... Så bra." (So good.) Was all I could remember. I wanted to love him, and with my soft tool pressed into the flesh above his warm buttocks, I wondered what it would be like, to actually enter him... At the thought, I suddenly snapped out of my little fantasy. 'Geeze Erik...' I thought to myself. Quit thinking shit like that. It's one thing to kiss, and jerk off with him playfully... But thinking about having intercourse with a boy his age... That was kind of out there. Wasn't it? Well... Wasn't it? Feeling a bit funny, I let him go, quickly got dressed and went out to the living room to sit on the couch. I turned on the TV, tuning it till I found the Tour de France broadcast. In a few minutes Bo came out and sat next to me on the couch. "What's up? You left kinda fast..." Bo questioned. "Ah, I just needed to sit down." I answered honestly. But I thought it best not to tell him why. I smiled warmly at him though, and we watched the rest of the ninth stage of the race together. It was fun watching pro cycling with B, he gets so animated near the end of the race. A rider from Team Rabobank of the Netherlands won today's stage. Not his favorite team, but that's ok, I loved watching the smile, and excitement on his face. We sat around on the couch with our feet up on the coffee table, just talking about cycling and stuff. Bo was innocently rubbing his bare foot on top of mine, until we heard a knocking at the side door. Bo hopped up and walked through the kitchen to answer it, as I trailed slightly behind. He opened the door, only to see Jan standing there with a smile, clad again in his spandex riding gear. "Hey..." Jan grinned. "I'm gonna' go ride. You guys wanna' come?" Bo opened the door wider so that Jan could step inside. "Hej..." (Hi) I called out from the kitchen. "Hej Erik." Jan smiled warmly at me. He looked back at Bo. "Did you watch the Tour today?" he asked. "Ja... It was ok. But I still want Hushvod, and the Cervelo team to win it." "We'll see." Jan replied. "So... You guys want to ride, or what?" Bo looked back at me with a hopeful expression. Riding was his passion, and I knew he really wanted to go. "Sure, let's do it." I answered, a big smile crossed Bo's face. "Utmärkt..." (Excellent) Bo beamed. "I'll go get changed. Erik, you change too, and maybe get the bikes out, ja?" "I'll go help with the bikes." Jan said, and he turned and headed back outside. Bo and I traded places in the hallway, him heading to his room, and I was headed outside toward the barn. Jan and I walked across the driveway to the barn, and swung the door open. We went in and he held each bike for me, while I checked the tire pressure and inflated them properly. Then we rolled them to the door and leaned them up there. "I better get changed." I remarked, and headed in to my bedroom in the barn. "I can come with you, ja?" Jan asked, as he followed me inside. He glanced curiously around the room, and then sat on the edge of my bed. He watched me intently as I shed my shirt, his eyes studying my teenage body. "You're really strong, huh?" he mused out loud. "Hm? Ehh, I guess..." I answered, a bit flattered I suppose. I fished through the dresser, and pulled out my Under Armour shirt, and the riding shorts that Bo had gotten for me. I gave a quick glance and smile at Jan, and then stripped off my shorts and underwear. Jan sat up, and happily studied my nakedness with some interest, his fingers squeezing gently on the soft fleshy bump in his spandex. "So... Uh... Have you and Bo... You know, like done anything yet?" he asked curiously. "Hm? I'm not sure what you mean?!" I answered with a sly grin, though of course I was pretty sure what he was hinting at. He grinned back at me, as I pulled on my riding shorts. "We... I mean... He really likes you, ya know." Jan offered, as I glanced at him. "I know. I really like him too." I said, pulling the compression shirt down over my head. "And... You're not so bad either..." I smiled teasingly at him, and Jan blushed a bit. I slipped on my Nike trainers, and we headed out into the barn, to the bikes. Bo was walking toward us from the house, and he handed full water bottles to each of us. "So, what have you two been talking about?" Bo asked smiling, and he reached out knowingly and tweaked the fairly prominent bulge in the front of Jan's spandex. Jan grinned sheepishly, and we all had a pretty good laugh at that. Pulling on our helmets, we mounted up and rolled down the driveway onto the main road. It didn't take long before the boys started chatting to each other in Swedish. A slightly bothersome habit, that I was getting used to, and then both of them turned back to look at me with totally mischievous smiles. I grinned back at them. "I'm learning the language you know. Pretty soon you won't be able to have secrets..." They grinned broadly at me again, and we picked up the pace of our ride. End of Part Six ( 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: 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