Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2011 19:43:45 -0800 (PST) From: Mike Pendragon Subject: Harrington 13 I woke up hot, sweaty and suffocating in the valley of the bed. Teddy and Tucker were gone but I could smell coffee and bacon downstairs. I wandered downstairs naked to find Teddy sitting at the small kitchen table sipping coffee, looking at a magazine. When he heard my steps he turned and grinned. "Hey champ, had a rough night?" he asked, wriggling his eyebrows. I stretched and rubbed my eyes. "Where's Tucker?" "He was up at 5, said he had to check out guests," Teddy said, getting up to pour me a cup of steaming coffee. "Sugar?" I nodded and sat down at the table, taking a tentative sip. Damn! Strong coffee! "You could take the barnacles off an aircraft carrier with this stuff," I said, taking another gulp. "That'll wake you up in the morning." "Good stuff," Teddy said, sitting down next to me. He patted my knee and looked me straight in the eyes. "I don't know about you, but that was one hot night last night -- and I don't mean the furnace up in the room." I nodded and took another sip. "Sorry I was such a pansy at the pond," I said. "I just don't like the water very much, especially deep dark water." He grabbed my knee and gave it a hard squeeze (Ow!). "I was thinking more about the shallows." He paused. "Drink up and get dressed. We're supposed to meet Chad in Billings soon and we have a long drive." He got up and rinsed his cup at the sink and patted his bottom. "Tucker was up for some fun this morning but I deferred until the weekend," he said. "You mean we're coming back here? What about Chad?" I said. "It seems Tucker and Chad and their families have a long history -- especially Tucker and Chad," Teddy said, grabbing my coffee mug and dumping the rest in the sink. "Hey!" I protested, "I wasn't finished." He grabbed my arm and pulled me from the chair. "We need to go." He walked toward the stairs, "Especially if you want a little wake up energizer." My dick twitched as he slowly stroked his. "Um, do you think it's OK? I mean, what if someone comes in?" "Tucker's in the motel and it can only be a quickie. We need to move," he said. I followed him up the steps, watching his beautiful buttocks as he took the flight of stairs two at a time. Damn, he had one fine ass! When he got to the top he turned around and my face was right at his crotch. I simply leaned forward and swallowed him completely. He groaned and thrust forward while I stroked my cock. The screen door slammed and he popped out looking slightly alarmed. I covered my boner as best as I could and took the last two steps, looking over my shoulder as Tucker poked his head around the corner. Damn he looked hot in his shorts and t-shirt. Tucker gave a big smile and said, "Thought you boys might be dilly-dallying." He dropped his shorts and his huge hard prong bounced. He stripped his shirt off and bounded up the stairs, grabbing us by the waists and dragging us to the single bed, where he sat down and sucked us in turn, moving from cock to cock. Teddy and I rubbed each others buttocks and leaned in for a deep kiss as Tucker worked his magic. All too soon I felt my cum boil and I shot into Tucker's mouth. As soon as I was done he dove onto Teddy, who immediately pumped ropes of spunk into Tucker. At the same time, Tucker's cock exploded and spurted cum all over my legs. It had taken all of five minutes from table to orgasm. I didn't think we had any cum left after last night. "You boys can run down to the pond and wash off if you want. Most of the folks have checked out so I have a little time, if you want," Tucker said. "We'd love to, but we're going to make Chad wait if we play around," Teddy said. "Rain check?" "Sure thing, guys," Tucker said, giving his limp cock a squeeze. "Probably need to rest him up until the weekend anyway." He stood and embraced us in a three-way hug. Teddy and I got dressed and went down to the car. "Sure you don't want us to pay for the room," Teddy asked. "Are you kidding me?" Tucker said. "You paid rent and more last night. Besides, I intend to finish collecting the final payment when I get to the ranch." We drove out and headed back to Billings. "What did you mean Chad and Tucker had history," I said, munching on a candy bar. I was hungry -- lots of energy expended in the past 12 hours. "Remember Tucker said his grandfather worked for Chad's grandfather?" Teddy said. "Well the families have kept in touch over the years. Tucker's father and Chad's father sort of grew up together, then when Chad's father went to college and started teaching at Princeton they'd come back every summer. Tucker and Chad grew up as little kids during summers -- and, well, they discovered each other in new ways a few summers before Chad came to St. Philip's." I thought about that for a moment. "So, Chad wasn't exactly a virgin when we first played last fall, was he?" "Apparently not," Teddy said. "Tucker told me a few tales over breakfast this morning that got me boned up a bit. My guess is that Chad will be more than happy to see us today. He and Tucker talked early this morning and extended an invitation for Tucker to join us for the weekend." "What about the motel? Won't Tucker need to help out there?" I said. "His folks will be back by then and he said he's ready for a little vacation," Teddy said. "Plus he's a first-rate fisherman like Chad, and they plan to give us lessons over the weekend." He was silent as a large lumber truck passed us on the two-lane road. "Not sure how much fishing we'll get in with those two horn dogs, but we'll surely use our rods is my guess." I grinned and nodded my head. The warm breeze coming through the window felt good as it ruffled my hair. It smelled of sage and hay and early morning heat. "It's going to be a hot one," I said, stripping off my t-shirt. We got into Billings and found Chad waiting for us at the designated spot. We gave each other manly hugs -- this was Montana after all -- and Chad asked if we had eaten yet. "Teddy got bacon and eggs and I had a candy bar," I said. My stomach growled and Chad patted me on the belly and said, "Well, I ate early but I'm ready for another round." We followed him up the street to a small cafe and sat at the counter. It was little quiet -- it was well after 10 -- and the waitress put three mugs of coffee in front of us without asking and said, "What'll it be, boys?" We each ordered two eggs, over easy, toast, home fries, and bacon, which arrived almost instantly. "Good service," I said. Chad nodded, his mouth full of runny egg, and said, "Yeah, no nonsense in these hills." He swallowed and turned to me and said, "I heard there was good service at the motel last night, too." I choked on my coffee. Blushing, I said, "Shhh. What are you doing? This is a restaurant for Christ's sake?" "No offense," Chad said. "Tucker and I have been friends a long time. We have no secrets." He mopped up the eggs with his toast and threw a bill on the counter. "Later, Irene!" he shouted and she waved absently from the end of the counter, reading the morning paper. The drive was a maze of twisting roads and sharp turns. We never would have found it in the dark. We crested a hill, following the dust of Chad's pickup truck, and before us lay a beautiful plain of green grass surrounded by mountains and dark forest. A brilliant stream ran through the middle of the pasture and fences blocked out large sections. Horses, sheep and cattle dotted the terrain. At the end of the track was a large white farmhouse and some barns and outbuildings. It was like a painting. We pulled up to the barn and got out, dazzled by the beauty of the place. "Welcome to Johnson's Spring Creek," Chad said, spreading his arms wide. "This is paradise. And it's all ours for the next 10 days." He led us into the immaculate house and showed us our room on the second floor, which looked out over the stream. "We've had this place since the 1880s," Chad said. "We no longer work the ranch -- some of Tucker's family takes care of it most of the year -- but we've come here every summer for as long as I remember." We went downstairs and he took us into a long, narrow room off the back porch and opened a floor-to-ceiling cabinet. Inside were dozens of fishing rods, vests and other equipment in perfect order. "Today, you begin your real education," Chad said. "By the time you leave you will think like a trout - and that is a great compliment." During the morning he taught us basic casting techniques for fly fishing. It was entirely new to me. I had never fished. Teddy had done some sea fishing from a boat and he had to unlearn what had been taught. I, on the other hand, was a blank slate and quickly learned how to make a long cast, a roll cast, and everything else Chad could teach me. "You're a natural," he said. "Let's make some sandwiches and head out to the creek and try to catch some real fish." We bounced along a two-track road through the ranch in the cab of Chad's pickup and pulled up in a little clearing beside a large cottonwood tree. The river looked deep and cold. "This is one of my favorite places in the world," Chad said reverently. "We'll fish for a while and then eat." He tied a fly on each of our rods and pointed Teddy downstream, telling him to let the wet fly drift along the bank, reel in, then cast again and repeat the process. Chad and I walked upstream. "You're already good enough to cast dry," he said. "You cast and I'll watch." I walked tentatively to the bank and looked down. The water was probably three or four feet deep and crystal clear. I could see weeds waving in the current and the bottom looked like a mix of gravel and sand, with a few large boulders here and there. I stripped off some line and used the ten o-clock - two o'clock cast Chad had taught me, letting the fly land about fifty feet upstream along the bank. Bang! As soon as it hit the water a large fish took the fly and leapt into the air, then raced past me downstream into the weeds. "Keep tension on the line, keep tension on the line," Chad said, placing his hands on mine and showing me how to keep the line tight without breaking off the fly. He stood behind me, his hands on mine, his arms around mine, as if we were one being. He smelled sweet, like hay, and his body fit onto me like another shirt. It was a wonderful feeling, not sexual, simply comfortable and right. When the fish tired and was splashing aimlessly in the shallows at my feet, Chad went and got the long-handled net and scooped it from the water. "Shit, that's got to be 22 inches at least," he said, as proud as if he'd caught it himself. "That, my friend, is a fine cutthroat trout!" We landed the fish and looked at it gasping for breath on the soft grass, occasionally flipping its tail and spraying us with water and fish slime. He looked at me and said. "You will be a fine fisherman someday, Mike," and he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and clapped my shoulder. I felt grateful and accepted the praise gladly. It was a pellucid moment of friendship that I would remember many times over the years as I fished many different waters. "But, you can only stay a week," Chad said. "Otherwise you will catch all of my trout and I will hate you." He smiled and turned downstream. "Let's see how Teach is doing." We found Teddy red-faced and angry. His line was hopeless tangled in some brush along the bank. He glared at me when I held up the fish, which danced in the sunlight. "You think you're so smart," he growled. Chad laughed and took the rod and line from his hands, quickly sorting out the snags while we watched. Chad was definitely in his element here, like a beautiful, natural animal. He glowed and turned to us with the broadest grin, handing the rod back to Teddy. "Let's try again after lunch." We sat under a huge cottonwood tree, listening to the insects buzzing and an occasional splash from the river gurgling past. My eyelids drooped and I fell into a contented slumber. When I awoke, Chad and Teddy were coming toward me from downstream, all smiles and chatting amiably. I loved watching them walk toward me in the mid-afternoon sunlight. When they realized I was awake, Teddy held up a nice trout and stuck his tongue out. "Now we're even," he said and plopped down next to me. "What about you Chad?" I asked. "I can fish any time I want -- and I do," Chad said. "It's not often that I have chance to teach two Neanderthals how to survive in the wilderness." "Neanderthals?" Teddy said and leapt for Chad's legs, sending him tumbling. They wrestled for a few minutes, laughing hysterically. I finally joined in, quickly breaking into a sweat. We stopped and lay down in the grass in the full sun, feeling exceptionally alive. "Damn, it's hot," Chad said, pulling off his clothes. "Last one in ..." and he ran naked toward the river and hopped in with a kerplunk. Teddy stripped off and also jumped in, sounding a loud yelp, "Fuck, that's cold!" I slipped off my clothes and walked to the edge, peering over at the pair standing waist deep in the water, their bodies covered in a fine sheen of water. "Come on in," Teddy said. "It's great." I took a step toward the bank and felt my feet slide from under me. I skidded down the slippery bank on my bare butt and landed rump down in a deep pool, going below surface for a moment before bobbing up slightly downstream. "Shit,' I said. That water was COLD. My balls felt as if they had migrated completely inside. The current was stronger than I thought and I paddled downstream to a little sandbar in a curve of the river while Chad and Teddy followed. They swam up to me and the three of us lay in the sand, the bright sun beating down on us -- cold and hot at the same time. "Chad, this is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been," I said, stretching out, letting my feet drift in the cold water. The sun felt great on my torso and I closed my eyes and relaxed, Teddy and Chad on either side. I was totally a peace for the first time in a long, long time. After a few minutes it was getting hot. Being fair skinned I didn't want to get sun burned, so I rolled on my side toward Teddy. He was on his back, too, stretched out, his beautiful cock standing proudly erect. He had such a beautiful body. I loved him so; I could look at him all day and never tire of the view. I looked toward Chad and he was watching us, grinning and twirling a strand of grass in the corner of his mouth. "Being at the river always makes me horny -- at least when I'm not fishing," he said, stroking his long cock. Chad was beautiful too, in a different way. I couldn't quite explain it; I guess my love for Teddy made me look at Chad differently. Chad was hot and sexy, but I didn't love him. Not that it mattered at that moment. My cock quickly pumped itself hard and I lay on my back as Chad's hand grabbed me and started slowly stroking. Teddy roused from his brief nap and rolled toward us, his hand cupping my balls. Then Chad and Teddy leaned down together and licked my cock from each side. Fuck that felt good. Soon they were alternating up and down, one taking my cock head while other licked my balls. Soon Teddy was sucking earnestly on my tip while Chad sucked my balls, one at a time, into his hot mouth, rolling them gently before nibbling my scrotum. I was in heaven and about to cum -- big time. Raising my hips off the sand, I plunged into Teddy's mouth and let fly; four ropes of cum shot from the tip into Teddy's mouth while he eagerly sucked it down. Chad let go of my balls and went up on his knees, stroking quickly, splattering cum on my belly and chest. I finally had to pry Teddy's mouth off my sensitive cock. He licked a stray strand of my cum from his lips and smiled. In that moment I knew he loved me, too. I leaned in and kissed his full lips and grabbed his steel-hard cock, stroking it slowly. When he lay back, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him to completion while Chad gently played with the tiny hairs on my ass, slowly sliding his spit-soaked finger across my puffy asshole. Teddy exploded in my mouth before Chad could get me worked up, but it indicated to me that Chad could be a gentle and playful lover. We cleaned off in the cold water, walking along the opposite shore until we found a place to wade across, climbed the bank and walked naked back to the truck. It was getting late and the sun was about to go behind a mountain peak on the horizon. It was already cooler and I shivered. Chad stowed the equipment and retrieved the trout from a line in the river. We climbed naked in to the truck, me in the center, and went back to the house. That night we feasted on trout and fresh vegetables from the ranch garden. We drank a few beers after dinner and talked about our days at St. Philip's and what our hopes were for college. We fell asleep early that night without the need for sex.