Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2011 08:06:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike Pendragon <mike.pendragon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harrington 11

I never went back to the Y with Chad and Trumbull, although Teddy would go
once or twice a month on Wednesday nights. I didn't ask what happened there
and he offered no clues. As far as I know, they simply swam, steamed, and
came home.

I had Trumbull for an elective English course during Spring term and he
enthralled me with the Mystical Poets and essayists of the seventeenth
century. I devoured everything he assigned -- and there was an enormous
amount of reading -- but somehow it made sense and we often would chat
after class. He loved my papers and I aced the course with high honors.

A few times Teddy and I joined Trumbull and Chad for dinner, usually on
Saturday nights, and he was, indeed, an excellent cook. Most often,
Trumbull and I would stay at the table and talk about literature, or I'd
help him with dishes as we talked. Teddy and Chad thought we were boring
and they'd move into the living room to watch some stupid program on
television. Trumbull and I would roll our eyes and shake our heads when we
heard them erupt in laughter, then continue talking.

One afternoon, during a mid-term appointment in his office, Trumbull asked
me if I had considered being a writer.

"You're good with language," he said. "I don't see you as an academic,
though, more as a journalist. You have a direct style, you know how to do
research and sort information and make it understandable. You should think
about that."

It's about all I was thinking about that Spring term: what was I going to
do with my life?

Teddy and I had enjoyed a special experience at St. Philip's, but what
happened next?

We both were accepted into Harvard. We had already made arrangements to
room together -- I think Max had pulled some strings for us. He was an
alum and a major contributor, so I doubt that he had to push too hard. But
I found it interesting that he would encourage our ongoing relationship,
especially given Mrs. Harrington's obvious loathing of me. I'm fairly
certain she knew precisely what kind of relationship we had. I wouldn't be
surprised that she had the room bugged. She studiously avoided me whenever
we visited, more often she made sure she was away, especially when I stayed
for holidays. I found her cold, cruel, bigoted, and vindictive.

Max, on the other hand, always greeted me warmly and took time to talk with
me about school, what courses I was taking, and seemed genuinely interested
in what I'd do at Harvard and beyond. He even coached me on my application
and Teddy told me years later that Max had really gone to bat for me with
the Admissions Committee.

I don't think he did these things because he felt sorry for me, or was
trying to be a father figure after my father's death. I think he did it
because he was a genuinely good person and he cared about our future. He,
too, encouraged me to consider a career as a writer.  He'd seen some of
my work in the student newspaper and he said one evening that he thought I
was writing well beyond my years. "You have a crisp style that is so
different than the usual whiny crap that the students call news," he
said. "They wouldn't know a news story if it bit them on their dick. And
their opinions are so juvenile that I can barely stand to read more than a
paragraph or two. But your stories are different."

I was pleased that he thought highly of my work; it was even better praise
than Trumbull's, although I admired my teacher greatly by the end of my
senior year. Trumbull and I kept in touch for many years and we still
trade Christmas cards when he can track me down. He retired not long ago
and is living in Arizona. He never married.

Chad came by less frequently but was always welcome in our rooms. The
three of us only had sex together one other time, just before graduation
when we all got a little drunk on more purloined brandy. Teddy's excuse
was that we didn't dare leave any evidence behind in the rooms. The house
master was notorious for making surprise inspections of senior rooms the
weeks before graduation and all too many boys had been caught, banished,
and showed up only to receive their diplomas.

So we invited only Chad one Saturday evening to polish off the last
bottle. I think Chad was honored. He was going to Princeton in the fall,
where his father was a professor of physics, and although we vowed to stay
in touch, we each knew our lives would be torn asunder once we graduated.

Teddy had let Harry and the others know that we would not be available that
evening and I think they were hurt. We'd never again included them in one
of our sexual adventures -- and I'm not sure why. They certainly hinted
enough that they'd be open to "swimming" again, but Teddy always changed
the subject when it came up.

Chad showed up about 8 and, without asking, lifted our large chair and
carried it to the door, effectively blocking it shut. He turned around in
the entrance and took off what little clothing he was wearing -- it was
blistering hot that week -- and he obviously was ready to play.

Teddy and I shed our gym shorts and walked toward him, our hard cocks
pointing the way, and we embraced in the middle of the room, our hot sweaty
bodies clasped firmly together. This was not frantic sex; we simply wanted
to be naked together and enjoy the time.

Teddy gave Chad a quick peck on the lips and a swat on his ass and went to
extrude the brandy from its hiding place in a false panel in the closet.
Chad and I stood side by side, our arms resting on the others waist, and
leaned together.

"I'm going to miss all this," Chad said quietly. "Especially you guys." He
lowered his hand to my ass and gave it a good squeeze. "I wish we'd spent
more time together."

Teddy returned with the half-bottle of excellent brandy and three small
snifters. We settled in the bedroom, naked on our beds, and toasted each
other and the past four years. We sat quietly for a moment contemplating
various memories.

Chad broke the silence. "That night we fooled around last fall was the
most incredible experience I had a St. Philip's," he said. "And it wasn't
just the sex -- although THAT was incredible. I guess I felt for the very
first time in all my years here that I really belonged, and that I could
know you guys better than anyone else in the world."

We each clinked our glasses together and drained them. Teddy reached for
the bottle for another round.

Chad's cock had gone half hard when he was talking and I was still amazed
that he had fucked me -- and that I had been able to take all of it.

"No doubt you'd be hard pressed to find anyone else who would allow himself
to be skewered by that lethal weapon," I said. "I still walk sideways."
We all laughed and toasted my remarks and chugged back a good mouthful.

"I will never forget scrutinizing Chad's cock invading your ass," Teddy
said, saluting me. "I doubt I will ever see anything like it -- watching
that huge prong glide into your ass while I held it steady. God, it makes
me almost cum thinking about it."

He was, indeed, not only hard but leaking pre-cum and I leaned over and
lapped it up with my tongue. The combination of his nectar and the brandy
was awesome.

"Let me try something," I said. I took my finger and dipped it into my
brandy and let it drip onto his cock. I did that several times until it
was sopping set, then I opened my mouth and inhaled it. It was an elixir!
I ran my mouth up and down several times, and I felt Teddy get harder and
twitch. He balls were drawing up.

"Not yet, you pervert," I said, letting him go with a loud pop.

"Your turn," I said to Chad and I walked over to him on my knees and did
the same thing with his cock and my brandy. It didn't seem possible but
Chad's cock seemed to be even larger. I wondered what it would feel like
inside.

When I let go of Chad's cock, Teddy pulled me onto his bed and gave me a
long, deep kiss. Chad came over too and sucked my cock into his mouth and
rubbed my balls, then under my balls. I was getting close, so I brushed
his hands away and broke Teddy's kiss.

I pushed Teddy onto his back and moved on top to suck his cock, exposing my
ass to Chad's face. He didn't need instructions. He drizzled brandy on my
cheeks and lapped it up, swabbing closer and closer to my hole. When he
spread my cheeks with his hands and drove his tongue inside I almost lost
it. He probed my ass with his tongue then slid a finger, then two, into my
pulsing rectum. God it felt good.

Teddy was hunching up into my mouth and sucking me at the same time --
slowly, we didn't want this to end too soon. While he sucked me, Teddy
also rubbed my thighs and played with my balls, driving me crazy with lust.

Chad withdrew his tongue and I heard him stand. I wondered briefly if he
had applied any Vaseline to his cock but needn't have worried. His head
was slippery as he pushed against my hole and I opened like a blossom to
receive him. Slowly, slowly he pushed all the way in and my hole
accommodated every inch until I felt his wiry red pubes against my
buttocks. He held perfectly still then began to slowly ease his cock in
and out a little at a time.

I sucked Teddy harder and grabbed onto his balls, pulling them down to keep
him from popping -- and he did the same to me. It was a trick we had
learned to keep us going for long, slow, intense suck sessions and it
worked like a charm. Whenever we did that we eventually blew fantastic
loads.

Chad was rubbing my prostate on almost every stroke and I was moaning
around Teddy's cock and having a hard time concentrating on anything except
the wonderful sensations in my ass. Chad picked up speed and was finding
new depths in my body. I felt drops of sweat falling on my back. Then he
hunched over and wrapped his arms around me, his torrid, wet belly sliding
along my equally wet back and he went onto overdrive, pounding me silly.

My cock slipped out of Teddy's mouth and I immediately shot a gargantuan
load of cum all over Teddy's face. He responded by almost choking me with
his load, groaning and pushing up into my mouth. Chad's moment of grace
began with a violent shaking of his runner's legs, then he pushed even
deeper and let out a primordial grunt. He flooded my insides with shot
after shot of hot cum. It felt like a firehouse going off inside me.

We stayed locked in position for a full minute, letting our breath return
to normal. I could feel Chad's cock twitching inside; he didn't seem to be
getting any softer. Teddy's cock fell out of my open mouth along with a
long string of cum and drool. My own cock was limp and spent, still
dripping on Teddy's face.

Chad pulled out with a pop and I remembered the last time when I thought he
was taking half of my gizzards with him. My asshole was stretched but it
didn't hurt. I could feel his cum running down my thighs. I remained in
position, afraid to move and break the spell. Chad walked away and quickly
returned with warm washcloths and towels and this time he administered the
ablutions to my ass, tenderly cleansing me.

Teddy lay there with a satisfied grin on his face and he looked at me and
winked.

"Nice way to end the term, right Mikie?" he asked, bobbing his head up to
lick a single drop of cum from my tender tip.

Chad cleaned Teddy's face of my cum by licking it off, which I found
incredibly erotic, then wiped his face with a wash cloth and dried it with
a hand towel.

We rearranged ourselves on Teddy's bed and cuddled together. We raised our
glasses again and drained them, savoring the last sips of brandy. Teddy
reached over and turned off the bedside lamp so that the bedroom was
illuminated only by the overflow light from the study. We dozed in peace
for about an hour.

When I awoke I had to piss, very badly, and I knew there was more inside my
ass, so I crawled from between their slumbering bodies and went to the
bathroom, closing the door quietly to take care of business.

Chad was putting on his underwear when I came out; Teddy was curled into a
ball, snoring lightly.

"Going so soon?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I'd survive another round," Chad whispered. "Mike, that was
so hot. Thanks for letting me be with you one last time. I really, really
like you and Teddy and I'm going to miss you both -- but especially you,
Mike."

He leaned over and kissed me and I kissed back, wrestling his tongue and --
oh my God -- getting hard again. I reached down and felt his cock and he
was almost hard, too.

We pulled our bodies together and ground our crotches and pricks together,
enjoying the feelings and not wanting this to end so soon.

"Can't you stay a little longer," I asked. "I want you inside of me
again."

"What about him?" Chad asked, nodding in Teddy's direction.

"If he stays asleep, he'll miss out; if he wakes up, he'll join in," I
said. "Teddy's not shy."

I stepped backward until I felt my bed against my knees then sat down and
rolled onto my back, lifting my legs up to my chest, fully exposing my ass.

"I think you know what to do," I whispered to Chad. He stepped forward,
bending his knees to get the right angle, and put his tip against my tender
and swollen rosebud.

"Easy, fella," I hissed. I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them as wide as
possible. "Slowly, slowly," I coached and I felt him slide in an inch or
so.

He was a considerate lover; he took his time and managed to get his entire
dick inside of me without causing any pain. Once inside, he stayed
perfectly still; I could feel him flexing his cock inside of me and it
felt exquisite.

My own rod was only semi-hard but dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet.
Chad was rubbing my prostate every time he moved. I didn't care if I
didn't get hard again or if I didn't cum. This was ecstasy.

We must have enjoyed this slow-motion fuck for some time. I was in a haze
and I kept thinking that I was dreaming. Chad never changed speed, he
simply rocked back and forth, occasionally pushing a little harder but
never pounding me.

I heard a creak and I glanced across the room to see Teddy sitting upright,
slowly beating off watching Chad fuck me. He nodded once but didn't say a
word.

Eventually, Chad did speed up and I got fully hard, probably from watching
Teddy jerk off and mostly from Chad hitting my prostate over and over.

I felt Chad's cock expand where it stretched my opening and he rose up on
his toes to get a better angle.

Teddy got off his bed and walked over, rubbing Chad's ass as it went in and
out. That was all it took: Chad went absolutely rigid while he pumped
shot after shot into my hole.

 I was jerking my cock but didn't want this to end yet. When Chad went
soft and plopped out, I grabbed Teddy's hand and pulled him over to where
Chad had been.

Teddy figured it out and nudged Chad aside, sliding his hard cock into my
sloppy hole, pushing it all in with a single movement.

I groaned loudly and grabbed his buttocks to pull him deeper, riding my ass
higher. Teddy's cock bounced on my prostate and I clenched my ass tightly
around his cock.

"Ummmph," I moaned, then spewed all over my chest; one shot even landed in
my open mouth. Teddy groaned after my first spasm and came inside me. To
my surprise, I suddenly felt drops of cum landing on my chin and I looked
up to see Chad shooting yet another, smaller, weaker load from his wilting
cock.

Teddy fell on top of me and Chad sat down hard on my bed. He then rolled
onto his side, his chest behind my head and his sloppy cock right next to
my face. I could smell his cum and my ass juices and it made me dizzy. The
smell of boy sex filled the entire room and I never wanted to leave.

Teddy was getting too heavy to be on top, so I pushed him aside and went
back to the bathroom for yet another cleaning. When I came out, Chad was
fully dressed this time but Teddy was still naked. The three of us hugged
tightly, not saying a word, totally spent and completely fulfilled.

We gave each other gentle kisses and Chad removed the chair and went out.

It was midnight. Teddy and I looked at each other and smiled. Without
another word, we went naked to his bed and spooned for the rest of the
night.