Date: Wed, 14 Oct 1998 00:26:53 +0100 From: John Venn Subject: The Daisy Chain Club by Alexander The Daisy Chain Club by Alexander It had been a particularly bad day. It had started when I was late for breakfast, which in an English boarding school like mine was a sin second only to talking after 'lights out'. For punishment, the Duty Prefect had made me write out two pages of an obscure Latin text which had taken the best part of my lunch-break to finish. Having handed it to him, I hurried out of the building and went to the sports field to try and find my best friend David. He and I had been friends from almost the first day we started at the school over a year ago. We were both 13 years old, and were lucky enough to share the same dormitory, although not the same lessons as he was a bit brighter than me and had a different timetable. It was David in fact who had introduced the 'Daisy Chain Club' to the dormitory, which I will tell you about later, but it was the main reason for my being late for breakfast. I eventually found David playing table-tennis in the sports hall, and as soon as he saw me arrive he put down the bat and came across to talk to me. "Everything OK?" he asked, showing his usual concern for me. "Pissed off!" I replied testily, "I had to write out some stupid Latin for punishment and I've only just done it." "That was tough. Never mind though, we had a brilliant time last night didn't we?" he replied. My mind ran over last nights events. By common agreement, there had been a meeting of the 'Daisy Chain Club' as I mentioned earlier. Almost every English boarding school has one of these, or something similar. I have heard that in some schools it is called 'The Milk Shake Club', or 'The Handshake Brigade', but whatever it is called, the general principal is the same. In our particular dormitory, at a given signal from the leader, each boy reaches out his arm, slides his hand under the bedclothes of the boy on his right and grabs hold of his prick. At a further signal, each boy begins to jerk his partner off. To make life more interesting, there is usually a punishment for the boy who comes first, or occasionally for he who comes last. And the punishments handed out sometimes can be positively vile, as can be produced only by the tortuous mind of a 13-year old English private school boy! Anyway, about an hour after 'lights out', David had suggested that the club have a meeting and although we only had one the night before, no one objected (they rarely did). It was agreed that the loser would be the one who came first, and that the lad who came last would set the punishment. David slept in the bed on my left, and therefore it was he who was to jerk me off. I liked him doing this as his technique was expert and he had the ability to sense when I was about to come, and either finish me off there and then, or delay the pleasure until I was almost crying with frustration. I remember glancing down the row of beds whilst I was being played with, and the sight of half a dozen tents all vibrating at various speeds I found incredibly amusing for some reason and had difficulty in stifling a giggle. David, obviously unaware of what I was laughing at, thought he was tickling me and tightening his grip on my tool began to wank me off in earnest. He was determined to make me come first, as each time his fist reached the tip of my cock he managed to slide his finger over the end of it, something which he knew I loved and would make me come almost immediately - which I did. As the first spurt of hot spunk met his hand, he laughingly cried out "Martin's come!" At this, the rest of the club began to finish off what they were doing as they were now anxious to see who would be last and what the sentence would be. The last person to come as usual was Ian. He wasn't quite as well-developed as the rest of us, and although he could come, it didn't happen every time much to his embarrassment. What it did mean was that he was an expert at making up punishments - some of which were really wild, and tonight was to be no exception. Getting out of bed, he went naked across to the sink and picked up a plastic mug, his semi-erect prick bouncing provocatively in front of him. Walking over to me, he handed me the mug and told me to wank off into it and then drink the come. Reluctantly I slid out of bed and sat on the edge. Having just come, I knew (as Ian did) that this would take some little time longer and that the other boys would thoroughly enjoy watching me wank off. Not wanting to wimp out, I concentrated as hard as I could on the job in hand, holding the mug under my cock at the same time. The rest of the lads got out of their beds and sat around mine, watching with great interest. One or two I noticed were also wanking themselves off slowly, "Wait a minute!" I heard Ian say, "I've a better idea. Lets put the mug on the floor and all wank into it and see how much come we can collect." This appealed to the gang, much to my relief, and accordingly the boys made a circle around the cup and began to toss off in earnest. The picture of a circle of half a dozen boys all wanking off into a small plastic cup must have been seen to have believed! It wasn't long before everyone had done their duty, and the cup had quite a respectable volume of spunk in it. Carefully it was handed round the group, each boy taking a long, careful look at it. Thankfully, the idea of drinking it had been forgotten about and eventually the mug was rinsed out and put back in its place. For most boys this was the end of the meeting, but I did notice that as usual two or three of the boys hadn't had enough and were sat on the end bed busy whispering and playing with each other. David called me over to him as I went back to my own bed, and whispered that he was sorry for making me come so quick, but he couldn't help it. Replying that it didn't matter, he continued by asking if I would like to get into bed with him for a bit and 'get my own back'. My by now limp prick suddenly sprang to life again, and the rapidly growing erection was all the answer he needed - or got. Gently I lifted up the covers and slid in beside him. Being only small single beds, the only way we could stay in without falling out was to face each other, put our arms under each others shoulders and hold tight! This of course meant that our pricks were in close, not to say intimate, contact, and it wasn't unknown for us both to come at the same time simply by rubbing them against each other. This time however, we were both a bit tired after coming twice in such a short space of time and we simply held each other closely for a while. Whislt it wasn't too unusual for boys in the dormitory to share the same bed, it was by no means common practice. The normal reason was that someone had had a beating, or was homesick and needed some comfort. But once in a while, especially after a good club meeting, it was accepted. David and I lay together for a while, just enjoying the contact and closeness of each other. Eventually, of course, I began to hunt and find his prick, just to have something of his to hold. Following my lead, he did the same and it wasn't long before we were masturbating each other again, but this time very slowly and gently and getting the maximum amount of pleasure from it. When we did come, the bed shook with our passions, and we were both in danger of bursting out into fits of laughter. With difficulty we managed to stop this, and I quietly left his company and returned to my own, lonely, bed. My mind was suddenly brought back to earth when I was dimly aware that David was talking to me. "Sorry!" I stammered, "I was thinking about what we were doing last night. I thought it was good. Didn't you?" "Yeah. It was brill., but I think that we had better give it a rest tonight. I've been knackered all day again, and I am sure someone will work out why if we aren't careful" Reluctantly agreeing with him, I suggested that we went for a walk to the old quarry at the end of the school field. We should have had games that afternoon, but it was an unwritten understanding that those boys who weren't particularly athletic, or weren't very good, were allowed to roam the grounds, just as long as they didn't get into trouble or make a nuisance of themselves. The quarry was an old gravel pit which has been disused for some years, and it was a good meeting place used by many of the boys at school when they wanted a bit of peace and quiet, or wanted to sneak off for a secret drink or smoke. Along one side of the quarry was a broken down hut. It wasn't very useful however as the two of the walls and the roof had collapsed; but what was of more interest was that we had a secret hide-out behind it. If you got down on your hands and knees, a smallish boy could squeeze through the undergrowth and scramble into a tiny clearing. Provided you were quiet and avoided rustling the leaves, you couldn't be seen by anyone on the outside. Having got inside, both David and I lay on the soft grass about a foot or so apart and stared up at the sky, neither of us talking. Turning over on my side, I was about to speak to David when I noticed that he had his hands down his trousers and was gently fondling himself. Hearing me turn over, David suddenly took his hands out and turned a bright red, obviously embarrassed at being discovered. "Sorry!" He said, "I forgot for a minute you were here. I was thinking about the Club again and when we can meet next" Replying that it didn't matter, I agreed that it would be better if we didn't meet for a while, and much to my own surprise added that we could always have a little meeting of our own! Despite the regularity and popularity of the daisy Chain Club, nothing rarely, if ever, happened away from it. It was almost as if the nocturnal games we played were part of another life. On the odd occasion that conversations turned towards anything resembling 'gay' sex, the topic was treated with the usual school-boy derision and the subject changed. It was of course common knowledge that one or two pupils had formed 'a team', but this was by and large also ignored as what they did was considered very much their own business and no concern of others. There had also been an occasion a year or two ago when two friends had been found 'in flante delicto' so to speak, and they had both been sacked. Ever since then, any partnerships which were thought to be of a sexual nature were studiously ignored, certainly by the pupils and also probably by the staff. David and I had never got involved in this sort of thing, although I had thought about it many times and wished with all my heart that we were. "Perhaps," I thought, "Things were about to change." David picked up on my lead and replied that he couldn't see any reason why not - just as long as it was our secret and no one must ever know. Quickly agreeing to this, I moved a bit closer to him and put my hand on his crutch. I could feel his manhood growing under my touch and slowly massaged it through his trousers. Gently, I undid the belt to his trousers, and looked up at him to see what his reaction was - still a little uncertain as to his real thoughts. Not getting any complaints, I got a bit bolder and slid his zip down as far as it would go and moved my hand to the inside. Now I could get a much better grip on his now fully erect penis, albeit through his boxer shorts. "This is no good. You'll have to take 'em off for me" I whispered. "OK", he answered, "But you will have to do the same." As there wasn't quite enough room for us to stand up in our den, it was with no little difficulty that we slid our pants and shorts down to our ankles, not daring to take them off completely in case anyone came into the quarry. Having got partly undressed, we returned to laying on the grass and gratefully took hold of each others prick. For a few minutes we just toyed around with each other, thoroughly enjoying the illicit pleasure. "Martin?" I heard David ask questioningly "Yeah?" I responded dreamily, "What?" "Have you ever sucked a prick?" My mind did a mental somersault at this - I had often thought about what it would be like to have my mouth around a dick, but had never done anything about consummating my idea, mainly through fear of the reaction of my partner didn't like the idea. Answering him that I had never, I asked if he would like me to suck his. "Dunno really," he replied, "It just crossed my mind while I was laying here. What do you think it's like?" "There's only one way to find out. I'll suck yours if you like" Thinking it over for a moment, David said that I could, but I must stop straight away if he told me to. Bending down and putting my face into his groin, the first thing that struck me was the delicious odour from his crutch. It is difficult to describe the smell, a sort of pleasant mixture of sweat and spunk which whilst not overpowering was enough to make my own erection even harder, much to my surprise. Anyway, I slowly lowered my mouth onto his hardon and softly gripped it between my lips. The sensation was indescribable! I would never had thought that so much pleasure could be had by simple putting a cock into your mouth! Getting over the initial shock of this, I gently began to suck on his boner, at the same time moving up and down his shaft. His prick, being about the same size as mine, was about 4 inches long, and would just about reach the back of my throat I found although I gagged a bit at first. Carrying on sucking for a little while I was really beginning to enjoy the pleasure when I felt David's hands on the back of my head. Letting go of his dick, I looked up at him to see what the problem was. "For Christ's sake, don't stop now - keep going!" he gasped. More than willingly, I returned to the job in hand (or is it mouth?) and started to suck with real earnestness. Quite suddenly, I was aware of his dick getting even harder and bigger, and almost immediately found my mouth full of a spurting stream of hot, salty and sweet spunk! Coughing and spluttering, I fell back, trying my best to carry on breathing. Regaining some sort of composure, I turned and looked at David. His face was a picture of delight. "Fucking hell! That was the best ever!" he eventually managed to say. "Sorry about coming in your mouth though, I couldn't help it; I came so fucking quick" Telling him that it was allright, I added that it was now his turn to suck me - that is if he wanted. Without even giving me an answer he hurriedly bent down and engulfed my cock in his mouth and began to suck hard. For the second time within a few minutes, my body was wracked with intense and surprising pleasure. At last, I thought, I am having my dick sucked, and not only that, but it is being sucked by my very best friend. These thoughts must have had more of an effect on me that I realised as very suddenly, and completely without any warning I came. And came in such amounts that I would never had thought possible. David reacted exactly the same was as I did, again surprised by not only the speed with which I came but also the amount. Involuntarily, he swallowed my hot spunk, and pulled a face. "Not too bad is it? I hope that it doesn't make me pregnant!" he laughed." Not quite knowing what to do next, we both looked down at our by now flaccid pricks. "Come on," I said "We'd better get back to school before we are missed." Reluctantly getting dressed, we then crawled out of our den and walked slowly and silently down the track towards the playing fields. Approaching the changing rooms, David said that we aught to take a shower - and separately! he added with a grin. "I don't think I could cope with you in a shower - it wouldn't be good for either of us!" he laughed as he ran off in front. Walking along slowly behind him, hoping that he would have enough time to get into the showers before I got there, my mind was already thinking of what pleasures we had in store in the future - that is if David ever agreed to repeat the adventure we had had that lunch-time. I hoped with all my heart that this wasn't just a 'one-off', and that we would be able to get together again very soon. Little did I know at the time that this was just the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship that would excite and pleasure us both for many years to come. --------------------------------------------------------- If you would like to hear more of this story e-mail me, and add any (positive!) comments you like.