But it took all my courage to get in the car and drive over there.Knäckebröd and risgrynsgrötOn Thanksgiving, Dag took me to the Swedish American C...nter for the most spectacular day I’d ever had. I saw him talk to people he’d known all his life, even though he didn’t speak Swedish. They knew his parents and some had known Dag since he was a little boy. I also knew that every Saturday afternoon he went to the club to play cards and to eat dinner with those who gathered. It was the only family I. He tried to back away but the girl behind him pressed her body against his so that he could not move. The first girl was so close that her lips almost met Jack’s. She parted them, and wetted them with her tongue to tease him and he turned his head to one side. She found his balls through the material of his trousers and fondled them in her fingers squeezing gently. Then she traced the outline of his erect cock with her fingernails. “Hmmm,” she smiled, obviously pleased, “You are a big boy. I thought his reaction would scare me more, but I found it odd that I didn’t cry from shame. So, what does this mean? I asked him. “Oh sweetie, I believe you of course. We had sex earlier and you have been within 10 feet of me the entire night. Not that any of this seems possible, but I don’t think you have magic tattoo powers you are not telling me about. I don’t care if you want to get it removed or not, I love you,” he said to me with a caring gaze. Now this is where it started to get weird.. Each time he passed me he would put his hand on my back just below my shoulders. I saw that thick pipe hanging down his leg several more times during the meal. By this time Jay knew that I had made the discovery and made it easy for me to continue my viewing pleasure throughout the meal. My penis got hard and soft several times that evening and I had some copious amounts of pre-cum oozing out into my briefs. As we wrapped up dinner and paid the bill the conversations turned to the standard.