Date: Sun, 1 Nov 1998 21:44:52 -0000
From: John Venn <john@jvenn.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: The Daisy Chain Club - Part III

Daisy ChainThe Daisy Chain Club - Part III

by

Alexander

This is the continuing story of Donald, David and me. The three of us go to
an English boarding school, and tells the tale of our developing
relationships.

The night following the episode with Donald and David I hardly slept at all.
I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the quarry.  Although I
had quite enjoyed the sex games we had, I couldn't help but think that
Donald was coming between David and me.  The relationship that we had was a
very special one to me and I was perfectly happy within it; we knew each
other so well that words weren't always needed to communicate. Donald was
nice, but as yet I wasn't completely sure of him. I was perfectly aware that
the sort of things that me and David got up to weren't exactly 'normal', and
if ever anyone found out about them we were certain to be thrown out the
school at the very least and the public humiliation would be devastating for
us both. During the early hours of the morning, I was still awake, feeling
acutely depressed and worried. The thoughts of what could go wrong with my
life, and the consequences of what would happen if eve we were found out
wouldn't go away, and so intense were they that I was almost in tears.

Feeling in desperate need of some company, I slipped out of bed and climbed
in beside David, just like a four-year old climbing into Mum's bed. Trying
my best not to disturb him too much, I put my arm across his shoulders and
buried my face in the pillow next to his. I don't know what made him wake,
but he lazily opened his eyes, and in that delicious period between sleep
and wakefulness, smiled and held me tight.

"What's the matter?" he whispered.

"Dunno. I'm just fed up and can't sleep."

"Why?"

I tried to explain to him what had been tormenting me for the past few
hours, and how worried I was about being discovered, about Donald and about
me.

For a 14-year old, David had a remarkable sensitivity and understanding,
which is one of the reasons I liked him so much I guess. Anyway, he listened
to what I had to say without interrupting and when I had finished tried to
make me feel better.

"I don't know whether any of us are really gay or not, " he explained," but
then I don't really care I suppose. All I know is that I like you and I like
what we have been doing, and as it doesn't harm anybody, I don't see why we
shouldn't carry on.  I think that it wasn't a good idea getting Donald
involved, but it's been done now and we can't change it."

He made me feel a million times better when he added that no matter what
happened in the future, he and I would never stop being friends, and even if
Donald was a part of our group, he could never spoil what we had.

"After all, he won't be with us all the time, and we can still sneak off by
ourselves sometimes"

For the first time ever, I drifted off to sleep wrapped in David's arms
without once feeling that I ought to have some sort of sex with him. It was
more than enough that we were together and I felt much more relaxed and
peaceful after our heart-to-heart. Donald I now knew didn't pose a threat
and couldn't come between us, and I was perfectly willing now to accept him
as a member of our 'team'.

Over the next weeks Donald, David and I were together quite a lot outside
school, and had even invented a name for ourselves - "The Three Musketeers",
with the emphasis on the muskets! David and I had managed without too much
difficult to keep our own relationship going even better now than it was
before. I was now leading two separate and distinct sex lives: the one with
David, warm, comfortable and very caring and the other with the three of us,
less caring and loving perhaps but still exciting and interesting.

One or two of the other lads had noticed our newly-formed friendship but, as
is usual in a boarding school nothing of a sexual nature was read into it,
at least openly. The only slight problem we had was that comments were being
made that we never seemed to be around school during our free time. Most
people were satisfied when they were informed that we actually enjoyed
walking around the locality, and this additionally had the bonus of getting
us away from the school for a while.

The times we enjoyed the most were Friday afternoons. As I mentioned in part
II of the story, some of the boys went home for the week-end and those
remaining at school were supposed to join one of the clubs running in the
school. Most Friday afternoons we manage to spend together, apart from the
perhaps once a month time when we were caught out and made to go and play
chess or something by one of the staff. Although we were naturally
disappointed when this happened, we were also aware that we still had
Saturday to come.  These however weren't as good because being a week-end
there were a lot more people around and once or twice we had almost been
discovered in our den by the local kids who used the quarry as a playground
at the week-ends.

This, by a lucky accident, led us to our next discovery.  Having been
frustrated one Friday by being forced to stay in school and play chess we
were heading towards our den in the quarry on Saturday morning when we were
pissed off to see some young kids using it as a BMX track.

Feeling particularly randy after missing out yesterday, we decided to carry
on walking down the lane. None of us had been this far before and it was
new, so far unexplored territory for all of us. Ambling along carefully
averting our eyes from our den, Donald was as usual chattering away to David
and I. We were so used to this that nowadays we only listened with half an
ear, quite content to run our own thoughts in parallel with his rabbitting.

There must be certain key words locked in one's brain which even when heard
subconsciously snap attract your immediate attention. With hormonally
hyperactive teenagers such as us, these are more often than not sexual.

".........I came all down my shorts." I was suddenly aware of Donald saying.

Neither David nor I could have been paying much attention to Donald as we
both stopped walking for a moment and looked at him questioningly.

"Sorry, I was thinking of something else for a minute" I lied, "What did you
say?"

Resuming our walk, Donald explained that he had been telling us about the
first time that he came, or would have done if was old enough.

"I was about eight or nine I suppose and we lived in a house with a big
L-shaped garden. Across the bottom of the 'L' we had a sort of summer house
which looked a bit like one of those Japanese pagoda-things," he continued.

Both David and I listened avidly as Donald recounted his memory. He was
obviously re-living the events as he was talking, his eyes having that
glazed, far-away look.

He had been flying a model aeroplane that he'd just made when it fell onto
the roof of the summer house.  Luckily the thing had no side-walls as such,
just a low fence filling in the gaps between the corner posts. These roof
supports were made of  three-inch round wood and Donald thankfully realised
that if he stood on the fence, he could probably climb up the pole, scramble
on to the roof and retrieve his plane.

Climbing up the pole was easy, but getting off the support and on to the
roof wasn't. There was a bit of an overhang, only about a foot or so, but it
was enough to make the job of getting on to the roof quite difficult for a
nine-year old.  Gripping the pole tightly between his legs, Donald tried
three or four times unsuccessfully to scramble onto the roof.  Each time he
failed, he slipped down the post a few inches and had to pull himself up
again with his arms. Missing out once again, Donald held tightly onto the
edge of the roof, re-tightened his grip on the pole with his legs and rested
for a moment.  This was when he first became aware of a dull, aching sort of
pain in his groin.  Not an unpleasant one, he remembered thinking; in fact
it was a nice sort of pain, if there could ever be such a thing.
Experimentally Donald relaxed his legs a bit, slipped down the pole and
pulled himself back up again. His crutch suddenly seemed to be on fire!
Taken by surprise with the intensity of the feeling, Donald gasped. He had
never ever felt anything like it before, the sensation was brilliant.
Repeating the experiment a couple more times, Donald found that each time he
did it, the pleasure got higher and higher. Finally, just as his arms were
about to give out, he seemed to have a sort of fit. Out of his conscious
control, his legs tightened round the pole with a force much stronger than
he had managed so far and he was pulled onto it as if his life depended on
it. All thoughts of his aeroplane had long since evaporated from his mind,
to be succeeded by the intense, exciting pleasure he was getting from the
area of his prick and balls.

Donald now felt his strength going so he carefully slid down the pole and
sat on the steps, thinking about what had just happened. Not having the
words to explain to himself that he had just had his first 'orgasmic
experience', nor even the knowledge to know what it was anyway, he satisfied
himself with the thought that it was a wonderful and worth-repeating thing
to do.

"I can remember," continued Donald, still in a little world of his own
memories, "That I humped that fucking pole as often as I could from then
on!"

"It must have been about a week later when I was giving the summer house
another going over that something new happened"

Going on with his story, much to my and David's delight, Donald told us what
it was.

He had just 'climaxed' when he was uncomfortably aware that his pants were
wet on the inside. Getting down from his perch, he crouched down in the
corner and undid his shorts.  Looking carefully at his underpants he could
see a little wet mark just where the end of his prick was.  At first he
thought that he had peed himself but then saw that it wasn't the expected
yellowish colour, but a white water-like one. Making sure that there was no
one around, he quickly took off his shorts and pants. Putting them to his
nose, he smelt the wet spot. It didn't even smell like pee, he thought, but
it smelt quite nice though. Glancing down to his prick, he could see a tiny
drip of something on the end of it.  Carefully, he put it on his finger-tip
and brought it up to his nose. This time the smell was a lot stronger, it
having a sweet, salty sort of odour. Carefully he put it on the tip of his
tongue and confirmed the salt taste.

Leaning back against the fence, Donald turned things over in his mind. Idly,
he placed his hands over his balls and prick as he did so and began to
fondle them.  He had had erections before of course, but most of them had
been spontaneous boyhood-type ones, arriving and disappearing without
warning and seemingly at random. He also knew that he got hard when humping
the pole. This time however, he learned that he could also get a hard on by
rubbing his cock. This was magic! It was just the same feeling, or even
better, than the one he could get up the pole. Looking more closely at his
prick, he guessed that it must be at least three inches long now, as opposed
to it's normal inch and a bit.  Continuing experimentally with his rubbing,
he watched as a bit more of that funny liquid came out the end of his prick,
he was also delighted to find that the sensation  was a 'bit of all right!'
and so carried on rubbing.

Without any sort of advance warning, his body suddenly seemed to tighten up
all over and he arched his back. A new, and rather painful feeling emanating
from his balls filled his mind. This was quickly followed by a throbbing
feeling in his prick and the emergence of a tiny amount of  thick white
stuff from it. Donald was frightened for a second or two, thinking that he
had done himself some sort of damage, but staring carefully down, he
couldn't see anything wrong, and in any case the pain had gone now, leaving
him breathing heavily.

Once again picking the goo up he tasted it and found that it was a bit like
the other stuff, but more salty.

"That's it," Donald finished. "That was the first time for me. I began to
play with myself in bed  a lot after that and could sometimes make me come
three or four times a night if I tried. The best ever times were when I
managed to stop myself just before I came. It was hard, but I could
sometimes manage to do it three or four times before I just couldn't stop
myself."

By now of course the three of us had lost interest in the countryside around
us and we were ambling along, three abreast down the country lane, each with
a proud tent in our shorts.

"What about you?" Donald asked me. "When was the first time you came?"

Thinking about it for a moment or two, I spotted a little copse off to the
left. Anxious to get off the lane in case anyone came down it and saw our
erections, I suggested that we went and hid in it.

Sitting comfortably in a group, hesitantly I started to tell them about my
first experience.

Like Donald, I must have been nine or thereabouts when I began to realise
that the bit of me which hung between my legs was something more that a
convenient way of getting rid of piss.  Up until this time my Mother had
always bathed me if only to make sure that I washed behind my ears! I had
noticed that over the previous months I seemed to have had a 'growth spurt'
and I was becoming both taller and heavier. My willy also seemed to have
grown a bit too. It used to hang there like a bit of spare flesh, but now it
was longer, thicker and much more noticeable when I put my pants on. My
balls had also dropped down a little and were no longer tight up against my
groin. Mum must have seen this as well because when she washed me in the
bath, this area was studiously avoided, the only comment being made was
"Don't forget to wash between your legs" when she left me to have a soak in
the water. At first I couldn't understand why she did this, but it didn't
take long before I knew why. If I took the sponge and washed around my prick
in a special way, I could get it to stand up, all by itself!  I can't
remember feeling particularly 'different' when this happened, except that I
knew that I liked it.

One day we were getting changed for PE at school. In those days we didn't
have a separate changing room for games. Everyone, both boys and girls, got
undressed in the classroom and put on their PE gear. The only concession to
modesty was that the teacher divided the room in half with boys on one side
and girls on the other. As I was getting undressed I felt that my prick had
got hard for some reason or other - it did this as often as five or six
times a day without any particular reason. It didn't cause me any
embarrassment at all, mainly because I didn't know what it was or why it did
it. Anyway, this time a class mate of mine, Deryk, saw that I was hard 'down
there' and grinned at me. Looking across into his groin, I saw that he had a
hard on as well. It didn't seem to be as big as mine, but I also saw that
his cock didn't have the bit of skin at the end of it like mine did.
Thinking no more about this fleeting incident we went to PE.

Later that day I was in the toilets having a pee when Deryk followed me and
stood next to me at the urinals. Taking his prick out, I was idly watching
him as he made patterns with his pee. Naturally I began to do the same and
it wasn't long before we tried to see who could get the highest up the wall.
I lost, and looking down at his cock to see if he was doing anything
different to me, I saw that again he had an erection. This fascinated me and
I could feel that I was also getting a sympathetic hard on as well.  Deryk
saw this and grinned broadly. Taking a quick look around the room to make
sure that no one else was there, he grabbed my hand and dragged me into a
toilet cubicle. Surprised, but not feeling any danger or anything  I went
with him willingly and even locked the door behind us. I knew that what we
were going to do wasn't 'right', but I wanted more than anything to touch
and feel his hardened cock: I couldn't begin to explain why.

Deryk dropped his shorts and pants to the floor and wordlessly motioned for
me to do the same, which I did.  Our erections, having subsided a little
soon regained their strength. Deryk sat on the toilet seat and took my prick
in his hand, lifting it up, twisting it round and having a really good look
all round it. He even tried to push the bit of skin at the end of it down
along the shaft, but as it hurt I put my hand on his to stop him. I still
remember how I felt with his hand around my prick and balls - it was
absolutely magic. I enjoyed playing with myself when in bed or even in the
toilet, and often did, but this was infinitely better than that I decided.

When I thought that Deryk had seen enough, I indicated for him to stand up
so that we could change positions and give me a chance.  Quickly and quietly
he did so, and soon I was handling another boys tool for the very first
time, and was enjoying it immensely.
As I said earlier he had been circumcised, unlike me, but his cock, now that
I could get a proper look at it was a bit longer and thinner than mine - but
just as hard.

Having examined each other in minute detail, we silently got dressed and
making sure than there was no one else around, slipped out of the door and
rejoined the kids in the playground.

I had almost forgotten about this incident when a month or so later I bumped
into Deryk at the swimming pool. Being class-mates and friends of a sort we
got together and had a  game of chase in the pool. We must have been very
noisy or something because the pool attendant blew his whistle at us and
told us off for running about.  Being a bit excited and still having fun, we
quietened down only for a few minutes before he had a go at us again and
this time told us to get out. Feeling a bit pissed off, w did as we were
told and headed for the changing rooms.

Taking my wet trunks off I walked into the showers and began to wash. Deryk
followed and stood next to me.

"Dickhead!" I heard him say to no one in particular, "That lifeguard is
stupid. We weren't doing anything were we?"

Turning to face him, I agreed that we had been slung out for no reason and
added that we were only having a bit of fun. Skimming my eyes over his body,
I saw that he had another erection, just like before. The sight of it
standing out in front of him I found oddly exciting and very quickly my own
tool stood out as rigid as his.

"Can I have another feel of it?" he asked without any sign of embarrassment,
"You can feel mine if you want."

My prick,  hard as it was, gave a little jerk upwards in agreement.

Picking up my towel, and not saying a word to Deryk I went into a changing
cubicle and waited for him to join me.  Once there he pushed to door closed,
took hold of my prick and began to feel all around my crutch. This time it
was even better than before and without thinking I took hold of his and did
the same. At first we just explored each other experimentally, but it wasn't
long before we discovered that the best feeling was when we slid our hands
up and down the shaft, gripping it firmly. Finding that the sensations were
really good and enjoyable, w put an arm around each others neck and began in
our innocence to wank each other off. Neither of us appreciated fully what
we were doing, but nevertheless we liked it and were happy doing what we
were doing.

After a few minutes of our fumbling around, I suddenly felt my legs tense
up, almost as if I had cramp, and my prick swell up even more. I could also
feel the muscles in my back tighten up and push my hips forward towards
Deryk. This happened two or three times in quick succession, and looking
down my  prick was worried to see a few drops of that clear stuff come out
of it. Letting go of Deryk's cock, I grabbed my own carefully and wiped the
end of it curiously. Deryk, I noticed, had taken hold of his own tool and
was rubbing it furiously up and down until he make a bit of stuff come out
as well.

"Good, innit!" he whispered at me.

Agreeing with him, I smiled and said that it was about time we got dressed
and went home.

Thinking about it later on, I decided that I liked the feeling of Deryk
playing with my prick and balls, but also had the sense to know that it
wasn't completely 'all right" for him to do it. Nevertheless over the next
year or so we did it fairly often. It didn't take out lives over or anything
like that, it was just when we felt like it and the opportunity was there,
we took it.

Towards the end of that year, which was to be our last in the junior school,
we were 'playing Doctors' in the woods one Saturday morning when I felt a
new and strange tingling in my balls and prick and got the now familiar
trembling in my legs. But this time, instead of the expected few drops of
clear liquid, a tiny bit of white stuff shot out and stuck on Deryk's chest.
This I realised unexpectedly, must be spunk. I had picked up from the other
kids at school the usual playground language, and we had also been given
some sort of elementary sex ed. lessons in school, but this was different.
All that I had heard then made sense to me and I knew that I had just had my
first real 'wank'.

I never saw much of Deryk after that as we went to different schools, but I
remember wanking myself off frequently, and each time I did more and more
spunk seemed to come.  It was never as good though doing it by myself. I
thought a lot about doing it with Deryk, or even someone else, but I never
had the courage to do it.

"That is until now," he finished, "and I think it's terrifically better
doing it together."

By now of course, the three of us were well and truly aroused and had been
feeling ourselves whilst I was telling my story.

"I must get these fucking shorts off before I strangle myself," David said
as he stood up.

"Me too," Donald added.

Joining them, my own clothes soon added to the little pile of shorts and
pants in the middle of the group.

Donald and I looked at David, the unspoken request hanging in the air.

"OK, then," he stared, "But first let's get comfortable."

Getting ourselves arranged in a tight conspiratorial huddle, we took hold of
each others solidly erect prick and waited for him to start.

Unlike us, David didn't have his first proper orgasm until a couple of years
ago. He had of course gone through the stage of sudden, unannounced and
sometimes acutely embarrassing times when his prick had got an erection, but
they had never given him any real problems.

"I don't know why," he explained, "I loved the feelings I had, but didn't
have the sense to do anything about it."

Things changed for him one day at school.  The boys were having a PE lesson
and having a game of Pirates. This is a game where all the apparatus is
spread out in the gym. and the Pirates have to chase and 'tag' the enemy. If
you were tagged, or accidentally put a foot on the gym floor, you became one
of the Pirates. It can be quite dangerous as you can imagine, and it has now
been banned in most schools.

I was being chased by Michael, one of the Pirates, when I jumped up a
climbing rope to escape. As quick as I could I pulled myself towards the top
when to my extreme embarrassment the friction of the rope between my legs
made me come instantly and without any warning at all. Stupidly I wasn't
even wearing a support, just my underpants under my PE shorts.

Michael must have seen what happened because he gave up trying to catch me
and went after someone else. Later on when we were showering he deliberately
came and stood next to me.

I was still a bit embarrassed at what had happened and didn't have the nerve
to look at him. Instead I stared into the jets of water hitting my face,
trying my damndest to stop the erection I could feel coming on.

"All right now?" I heard him ask without any rancour, "Sorry about that.
It's a bastard when that happens isn't it? Nice cock you got though"

Shocked at what I had just heard, I simply nodded in agreement and at the
same time lost my fight to keep my erection down.

Quickly putting my hand over it, I turned to leave when I saw that he also
had a fucking great hard on. This stopped me dead in my tracks as I couldn't
take my eyes off it.

Grinning, Michael thrust his hips towards me twice in a way I found most
unhelpful as I was desperately trying to lose my boner. Not daring to leave
the shower now, I turned and stood under the water again. Try as I might, I
just couldn't loose that bloody hard on - the more I thought about it, the
worse it seemed to get. Michael knew the answer however as he made a
lightening grab for the temperature control and spun it round to cold!  The
sudden shock of course had the desire effect and I instantly lost it.

Thankfully I turned round and made to leave when I nearly hit the roof as
without any warning Michael grabbed my prick and balls and gave them a
fucking squeeze!

I was much too shocked to get an erection and hurriedly dried myself and got
dressed.
At first I was angry and very upset with what he had done. Nobody had ever
done that to me before and I was shaken more that I cared to admit.  It is
of course a fairly common thing for boys to grab each others testicles when
having a rough and tumble, but these were both very fleeting and also
through trousers and things. This was different. I often felt and played
with myself until I got a hard on, but it had never gone beyond that. I
hadn't even had a proper wank, just the occasional wet dream was all I had
managed, and even that thought made me blush. Ambling slowly towards the
classroom. I was turning these things over when it hit me like a bolt of
lightening - I had actually enjoyed it. I could still feel his hand on my
nuts and was glad to do so!

Next lesson was Geography and as usual I sat on the back row, leaning back
on my chair against the wall. I watched as Michael came through the door and
began to weave his way through the other kids before sitting next to me. He
got his books out and spread them on the desk.

"OK?" he asked.

"Yeah. Fine" I replied somewhat testily, still afraid of what I was thinking
and certain that he must be able to read my mind.

He must have realised that I was a bit pissed off with him as he turned to
face the front and said nothing more.

I was angry with myself. I hadn't intended to sound pissed off with him,  it
had just come out the wrong way. The problem now was how I could let him
know that I didn't mean it that way I said it. I wouldn't object at all if
made a grab for my balls again now, and in fact was secretly wishing that he
would.  Paying only half my attention to the lesson going on in front of me,
I put the other half to work trying to find a way of getting Michael to hold
my prick again.

Thinking along these lines gave me another boner of course, and it stood out
like a flagpole.  Nudging Michael with my elbow, I pointed down to it and
smiled. Hoping against hope that he would get the message, I put my hand
over it and made a sort of wanking movement.

Slowly he slid his arm off the desk, moved it towards my groin. and put his
warm hand on my dick. Very carefully I leaned forwards a bit and sat with
all four legs of the chair on the floor, my elbows on the desk and my chin
in my cupped hands.

The feeling was abso-fucking lovely!  Spreading my legs apart as far as I
could within the confines of the desk, I unashamedly encouraged him to have
as good a grope as he could manage.

It wasn't long before having him feel me through my trousers wasn't enough
and I needed him to hold it properly.

Folding my arms on the desk, I unobtrusively  moved my right hand down to my
zip and slid it down as far as I could. Fumbling about inside my shorts, I
managed to release my cock from inside my boxers and felt it spring out of
my trousers.

Replacing his hand, Michael began to play with it.  The feeling was even
better than I had imagined. So intense was the pleasure I was getting that I
stared sightlessly at the teacher in front, not hearing a word he was
saying. The only thing in the world I was aware of was the delicious warmth
radiating from my prick.

Unbeknown to me, Michael had also got his dick out and was busy with it.
Feeling him squeeze my cock quite hard, I turned and glanced at him to see
what he wanted. Casting his eyes down, I looked and saw what he meant!  It
was fantastic and gave me a phenomenal thrill just watching him.

It gave me more than a thrill as it turned out because I suddenly felt my
balls tighten and my prick swell up. Stretching my legs involuntarily
straight out in front of me, I came in great, steaming spurts. Even Michael
was taken by surprise at this sudden turn of events and quickly let go of
me.

There was spunk everywhere, Never having had a proper wank before, I had no
idea as to how much to expect, but I was amazed by the amount I could see.
There was even a bit sat glistening in the middle of my desk!

Embarrassed and shocked at the same time, I just sat there wondering what to
do next when I became uncomfortably aware that Michael was now busy
finishing himself off!

This time however, he was prepared and carefully aimed his cock into his
handkerchief as he came.  I watched in stunned amazement as he carefully
folded his handkerchief up and put it back in his pocket.

Wordlessly, we fastened our trousers up and began for the first time that
lesson to give our full attention to the teacher.

David lay back as he finished and closed his eyes.

"It was fucking awesome!" he said. "Michael  and me did it a lot after that,
but it was never as good as the first time."

Feeling randier than hell now, we took hold of each others cock and brought
ourselves to a simultaneous almost instant, volcanic climax.

I don't know whether it was the usual sort of tired feeling you get just
after you've come, or whether it was something else, but the three of us lay
there for what must have been five minutes or more before anyone spoke.

"I enjoyed that," David said, breaking the silence.

"So did I," Donald and I answered together.

"How much longer have we got before dinner?" I asked, more for something to
say than anything else.

" 'Bout an hour I think," David replied, "Why?"

"Let's go and explore a bit more. I've never been around here before."

Getting dressed we crawled out of the trees and began to walk along the edge
of the field in front of us.

At the far end, it dipped into a valley-sort-of-thing and at the bottom of
it was a largish pond surrounded by a ring of shrubs.

"Let's go and explore" Donald said, running down the hill as he spoke.

Dodging between the bushes, we stood looking at the water for a second or
two.

"Don't even think about it!" I said, "I'm not going in there!"

"Bollocks! It'll be terrific" David countered.

"You bet!," Donald agreed.

Reluctantly agreeing with the majority, I added that we didn't have the time
now anyway, it was almost time to get back for dinner.

"OK, then later." David said as we began to make our way back to school.