Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2011 08:08:34 -0800 (PST) From: Mike Pendragon Subject: Harrington chapter 5 I awoke the next morning in Teach's bed, sticky with sweat and groggy from sleep, realizing I was alone -- and it was later in the morning than it should be according to the light coming from the window. I leapt out of bed in absolute panic and grabbed for my towel and bath kit. Without thinking -- and unaware I was naked -- I ran down the hall, my morning woodie flapping from side to side. I burst into the bathroom and darted to the urinal, releasing a huge, hot stream of morning piss that splashed back onto my legs. It felt so good to release a bloated bladder. As the dribbles ended, I turned and there he was, just getting out of the shower, his beautiful cock bobbing as he dried his hair. He caught my glance and casually rubbed his towel under his balls and winked. "Sleep OK?" he asked. "I know I did." Fearful of a springing a full-blown boner I rushed past him and turned on the cold water, yelping at the sudden change of temperature. Turning the handle to increase the warmth I heard him laugh at some remark by another boy and then he was gone. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I would bet I'd missed breakfast and would be late for my first class. Shit! The chemistry quiz! I quickly brushed my teeth and ran back to the room -- again naked -- drying my hair the way he did. I tumbled into the room and began rooting around for underwear, socks, pants, a clean shirt, mumbling fretfully about the quiz. "In a hurry?" Teach asked. He was naked, sitting at his desk, stroking his dick, his head cocked slightly to one side, and that damned grin lighting up his face. He looked right at me and then down to my crotch, where I was quickly rising to the occasion. "Why aren't you getting dressed! What are you trying to do?" I exclaimed. "We have that chemistry quiz with Hartner in a few minutes. What time is it, anyway? We're probably too late and I can't afford to get a zero this early in the year." In answer, he simply stood up, walked toward me and grabbed my rampant cock and gave it a couple strokes. I groaned and brushed his hand away. "C'mon, Teach. This is serious," I protested. "I know. It is. Watch this." He went to his knees and put his mouth on the tip of my cock and licked the underside with his tongue. My knees buckled and I quickly sat on the edge of his bed as he sucked me all the way to my pubes, held it, then slid back up, releasing me with a loud pop. "Oh, God, what are you doing?" I moaned. "We can't do this now. I want to but we can't. We have to go to class ..." My voice stopped with a hiss as he sank his hot mouth on my cock again and then quickly went up and down. I was ready to explode; my balls pulled up into my groin and I only had time to groan "Teach ..." as I exploded in his mouth. He struggled to swallow, then pulled back until only the tip was still inside spewing, filling his cheeks with my cum. I was light headed and I fell back on his bed, in the same sheets in which we had played last night. My legs twitched and I pushed his head away. I was too sensitive; it almost hurt. I was afraid I was going to puke. I would die from dehydration if we continued this way. I glanced down my torso, over my pubes and spent dick and he just sat there looking right at my cock as it shrivelled to its almost-normal size. Then he hiccupped and stood in front of me, his dick hard and pointing right at me. A clear dollop of pre cum slipped from his slit and slid down toward his balls. "Not to worry, Mikie," he said -- the first time he called me Mikie. "The proctor came into the bathroom first thing this morning and posted a notice. It's Cricket Day, so we're off for the day except for some mandatory hike through the woods with the headmaster." "What day?" I asked. "Right, you're not a legacy student. I forgot," he said. "Seems back in the old days they had a geography master from England who thought the boys should know how to play cricket. Good sport and all that. So every fall, my dad told me, the first clear day after the first killing frost the head calls Cricket Holiday and we get a day off." "But I don't know how to play cricket," I protested. "And what hike?" "No problem, good friend. All shall be revealed," and he turned and wriggled his beautiful buns at me and walked to his desk. Picking up a paper, he showed me the schedule: all-morning breakfast, no Chapel, a hike for new boys at 10:30 starting at the headmaster's house, late lunch, and at 2:30 the privilege of learning the game of cricket. "My dad told me that new boys should do as many of the activities as possible -- it's sort of an informal initiation without hazing -- and then we enjoy the rest of the day off," he explained. "So we have an hour or so to kill, then we follow the schedule." He shook his plump cock at me and walked toward me where I still sat on his bed. "Any ideas about how to kill an hour?" I watched, fascinated as his cock chugged to fullness. It was like each heartbeat was making it jump a notch at a time, right before my eyes. My own cock twitched -- God how many times could I get hard in one morning? -- and he stepped close enough that I could smell his sweet scent. "C'mon, Mikie, you know you want to," he whispered as he brushed his cock against my lips. I simply opened my mouth and allowed him to feed me. It was unbelievable. I'd never even thought that a boy would do this to another boy until 10 minutes ago. I knew how it felt for me, now I knew what it felt like to do him. My senses went into overdrive. I tasted. I touched with my tongue and lips. Saliva poured into my mouth. I smelled that incredible mix of intoxicating chemicals pouring from his cock and balls and groin. Then I swallowed and Teach groaned. "Oh, Mikie, that feels so good. Yeah, do that again." I slid down onto this cock and instinctively reached up and cradled his balls in my right hand, grabbing the base of his cock with my other hand to keep it steady -- or to keep me steady because I was shaking like a leaf. I went up and down a few times and I felt his legs stiffen; he hissed in his breath, stood on his toes, and pushed forward slightly as his cum poured into my mouth. I swallowed, not even thinking, then slid back and let the plum-sized tip pump his cum into my aching mouth. It dribbled down my chin as I tried to gulp his gift then trickled to a halt. His cock sagged and slipped from my lips and left with a pop, splashing a leftover drip onto my face. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked up, not sure what I would see. Would he be disgusted with me? Would he make fun, call me a cocksucker and tell the other boys? I was met with his broadest grin and he hoisted me to my feet and wrapped me in his strong arms. "That was the best," he said. Holding me for another moment, he pushed me back and eyed me up and down. "Maybe we should take another shower. We both stink and you have cum on your face." I ran to the mirror and saw a gob of cum hanging in my hair by my right ear, stuck there like some odd glue, bright white and viscous. I grabbed my towel and rubbed furiously at my scalp and face. I hadn't said a word. "Mikie, are you OK?" he asked. "You're not going to freak on me?" I coughed a bubble of cum in my throat and wiped my mouth. "Teach, umm, I don't know, man. This is really, really intense, y'know?" I stammered. "I mean, I've never done any of this before and ...." "I understand," he said. "I may have a little more experience than you. But I've never felt this way before. I mean, I just want to eat you up. Every minute. Every day. It's like I can't get enough of you. It's like I want to be inside of you or something." I was stunned. I felt exactly the same way but didn't know how to say it. It's as if he were reading my mind and was saying the things I couldn't even put into words. I walked over to him and wrapped him in my arms and gave him my best bear hug, holding him tight until I couldn't hold him any more. "Thanks," I said. "I didn't realize until now that this is what I've always wanted. All of it, but I didn't know it even existed or that if it did that I could have it." I put my head on his shoulder and inhaled deeply, memorizing his smell, the combined chemical compounds that we created with our hormones and our cum. He patted me on my butt and whispered, "Time to go, champ." We never did shower that morning; I think we wanted to keep the funky smell with us all day. We dressed in silence, walked together on the hike, eventually tried to play cricket -- he was good, I still haven't a clue what the game is about -- and spent the rest of the day hanging with the other boys. Late in the afternoon, before a picnic supper on the lawn of the headmaster's house, the whole school wandered down to the docks on the lake, where later that year Teach and I would join crew and eventually row our way toward championships in our senior year. Almost everyone -- old boys, new boys, even a few of the younger masters -- were skinny dipping in the warm waters and the dying sun. I have never felt more alive or at home than on that day.