Date: Mon, 9 Nov 1998 02:19:51 -0000 From: John Venn Subject: The Daisy Chain Club - Part IV The Daisy Chain Club - Part IV by Alexander It was getting towards the end of the summer term and the holidays weren't very far away. There was an air of subdued excitement in the school as the end-of-year examinations had long since finished and most of the results posted on the Notice Board. Thank goodness the Three Musketeers had done reasonably well in them - at least we weren't to be the target of annoying and searching questions as to why our grades had slipped! I think that the idea we had of keeping apart as much as possible during school hours had something to do with it. I for one would not have been able to concentrate if David had been around me too much. Donald I wasn't quite so interested in, but he was most definitely interested in me! I know that if we had been in the same classes too often we would not have got much work done. Although I never actually went searching him out in the same way that I did David, I would never have let the opportunity for a quick grope or wank with him at the back of a class pass by. The night that I had crept into David's bed and had a heart-to-heart with him still stuck in my mind and I spent many a long sleepless night laying in the darkness of the dormitory thinking things over. In particular, I was getting more and more concerned about my 'gayness'. David and I had some wonderful times together, and they had got even better since that night. We no longer felt the need for some sort of sex every time we met, just being in each others company was enough to make us both happy. The only problem I had at these times was that I had immense difficulty in keeping my hands off him - he even had to tell me off once for being 'too touchy'. I don't think he really minded that much, but as he pointed out, if I got into the habit of holding him, or putting a friendly arm on his shoulder as we were walking along, I would almost certainly forget where we were at some time and do it in the school. The mere thought of the possible consequences were enough to stop me doing in too often from then on. Trying my best to rationalise my thoughts about being gay I justified (to myself) that there were several possible reasons why I was behaving the way I did. Mentally, I listed them: One. I was in an all-boys boarding school and this sort of thing was not too unusual, Two. There were no girls around to give me the chance to relieve my sexual frustrations any other way, Three. It was probably 'just a phase' I was going through and I would soon grow our of it, Four. The feelings I had when I was having sexy games with David and Donald were good, and as the games were only harmless fun, and I could stop them any time I wanted, Five. I know that both David and Donald liked what we were doing, and they weren't gay, were they? Six. My excuses were getting thinner and thinner as I thought about them... Switching to a different tack, I tried to think of things which would support my rapidly diminishing hope that I was 'straight'. One. I looked at the girlie mags. that some of the boys managed to get hold of, Two. I would meet girls later after I had left school, Three...? I knew somehow innately that I was lying to myself. Girlie pictures did nothing for me at all - I simply couldn't understand how or why some boys got erections and hard-ons simply by looking at photos. of naked women. Certainly, I didn't think of them when I was having a wank, as apparently most of the others did. And as to the possibility of meetings girls when I was older, I just didn't care whether I did or not. I hadn't met a girl yet who I would like to meet more than once, even less take out on a 'date'. The last, and uppermost thought in my mind was the over-riding one that being gay was abnormal and guaranteed my future life as that of a of social pariah and outcast. I had listened to enough comments from the other boys (and staff) at school to know this was more than a remote possibility. This was the worst thought and frightened me more than I dare admit. I suppose that everyone goes through a period every so often when life seems to be a real pain: the whole world seems to be against you, just as it was with me at present. OK, my school work was good and I had no problems in that direction, but my personal and social life was a real bummer. I wasn't even looking forward to the forthcoming holidays as it meant I wouldn't be able to see David, or even Donald, for at least six weeks. I hadn't realised how much my pissed-of-with-life feelings showed until David stopped me in the corridor as we passed each other between lessons. As a rule we more or less ignored each other, but he surprised me when pulling me over to one side said quietly "What's the matter? You've hardly spoken to me for the past few days, you seem to be a million miles away. Is everything all right?" David's obvious concern was too much for me, and I felt utterly incapable of explaining how I felt. Instead, and to my complete surprise I burst into tears. Not having the faintest idea of what to do next, I panicked, pushed David away and ran into the toilets. Slamming the door to the cubicle, I sat and cried bitterly. My brain was so confused and in such a turmoil that it must have been at least twenty minutes before stopped bawling and calmed down enough to collect my thoughts together. "Shit!" was my first reaction, "Now I've even gone and made my best friend David angry with me. That's all I fucking need." There was no way could I face the next two lessons. Instead I left the school and went for a long aimless walk, ending up in the quarry without knowing how I got there. My mind was still churning over and over, making absolutely no progress with my myriad problems at all. Sitting on a pile of broken rocks, I stared, seeing nothing, into the middle distance until quite suddenly for some unexplainable reason, my mind seemed to clear itself and say "You've had enough!" Immediately, I felt better. I hadn't worked anything out at all, but the feeling of "Fuck the world" overwhelmed me and at least for the time being satisfied me. Hurrying back to school I found it was tea time and so went into the refectory. Grabbing a cup of tea and something to eat I sat at the nearest table without taking a second look and the boys around me. Staring into my cup, I was aware that the boy on my right was digging me in the ribs. Annoyed, I span round and was just about to have a go at him when he thrust a note into my hand. 'You're covered. I told the teachers you had a nose bleed. David.' was all it said. Turning to look down the table, I saw David looking at me, unsmiling. As soon as he saw that I had seen him, he turned his back on me and started to talk with the lad next to him. Still not feeling completely at ease, either with myself or David, I simply thought 'Condescending bastard!" and felt angry with him all over again. I succeeded in avoiding any contact with David until bed time. Managing to get there before he did I made sure that I faced away from him so that we wouldn't have to talk, reasoning that I had upset him badly and that the note he gave me was the last act of our friendship. "You got my note then?" I heard him say. Reluctantly I replied, Yes. And thanks.", but still kept facing away from him. I must have fallen asleep quite quickly after that as I don't remember the lights being turned off. I had a vague memory of being disturbed with someone asking for a meeting of The Club, but as there didn't seem to be many takers, three or four of the others decided to have a little gathering of their own at the other end of the room. David, I idly noticed wasn't there. Perhaps he's asleep I thought. I woke up with a start when I felt someone pulling the bedclothes off me and getting in. Opening my eyes, I looked straight into David's eyes. Pulling the covers back over us, he laid an arm over me and said nothing. Resting my head on the pillow so that our foreheads were touching, I began to feel a lot better. Putting an arm over him, I pulled him towards me and gave him a fierce, almost angry hug. "I'm sorry," I stumbled out, not even sure what I was being sorry about. "That's OK." "Can I feel your cock?" he continued after a few moments. This was strange as he had never asked before; if he felt the urge he just did so without asking, and I never objected anyway. "Yeah, if you want." I answered, beginning to liven up a bit now. David knew just how to excite me, and it wasn't very long before I not only felt a great deal better, but I had a hard-on as well - the first for at least two days. Reaching down to take hold of his already rigid erection, I played with it gently. "Do you want to talk?" he whispered, "You haven't got to if you don't want." Grateful for the opportunity which I thought I'd lost for ever, I rambled on, fairly incoherently I am sure about all the things that had been running through my mind the past few days. I didn't even care if he was listening or not in a way, I was just glad to have someone to talk to about how I felt. Pausing at the end of my ramblings, I looked into his eyes and said, "I think I am gay. It's not a 'phase'. I know I am gay." "So?" was his only response. Not knowing how to answer this, I took my eyes away from his and stared at the bedcovers, watching our hands moving about under them "I suppose I am too," he continued, "And I don't really care very much, at least not now. I might in the future, but just now I don't have a big problem with it. At least there are two of us. Think about all the other poor buggers around here who are straight. They've no chance of getting it off with a girl. We can do it whenever we want. Now who're the lucky ones?" Taking this novel thought on board for the first time, I almost laughed at it. "Shit! You've done it again," I whispered. "Five minutes ago I could've killed myself, but now I might delay it for a while. You're a bastard!" Gripping my cock hard, he said that there was more than one way of being killed, "How about being wanked to death?" "That's OK with me," I agreed, and started to jerk him off. For the first time ever we fell asleep perfectly happy and content in each others arms, not caring if the others saw us or not. The morning however was a different thing. Waking up to feel him kissing me gently on the lips was a delicious, wonderful sensation. "I'd better get back to my own bed for a bit," he whispered, "See you later!" He must have been slightly worried about us being seen together in bed all night as when we went to have our showers, he turned to Paul and asked him if they had a good Daisy Chain meeting. "Yeah, not bad I suppose. I saw you two were having one of your own," he replied smiling without any obvious malice. "Yeah, but we bloody well fell asleep, didn't we," David said, "You could have woken us up" "Bollocks!", was the reply, "I always knew you two were gay anyway." he laughed. That was it. If he really thought we were gay, he wouldn't have said that. Instead he would have kept his thoughts to himself for now and told everyone else what he had seen last night. Immensely relieved, David and I finished our washing and went to get dressed. His last words to me were that we would meet down the pond after school, without Donald this time. Feeling a lot brighter than I had for a long time, I actually enjoyed the lessons that day and contributed to the discussions a great deal more that was normal for me. Still, I couldn't wait for the day to end before David and I could get together. The only slight problem was that Donald caught me at lunch-time and asked if I wanted a quick bit of fun. "Dunno," I replied, "I'm not feeling all that well. Later perhaps." Thankfully he seemed happy with that and went on his way, no doubt to find someone else to 'have some fun with'. It was a beautiful evening, one of those glorious English summer evenings when the day was beginning to cool down a bit and a gentle breeze just disturbed the leaves in the trees. Being in a desperate hurry to get out of school and down to the pond, I realised that it would still be too hot to run in my school uniform, and had the sudden inspiration to change into my running gear. Not only would it seem more appropriate if anyone did happen to see me, but it would be quicker for me to undress. The result was that I ended up at the pool a good fifteen minutes before David. Impatiently awaiting his arrival, I walked about the little pond, trying to decide how deep it was and whether it was safe to swim in. Despite what I had said before, it really did look inviting and I wouldn't mind going in at all now. Taking my trainers and socks off, I warily paddled in the edge of the water, at the same time keeping an eye on the track which I knew David must come down. The water was surprisingly warm and I was enjoying the cooling effect it was having when David came trotting towards me. Stepping out of the pool I started to walk towards him, meeting him in the trees that surrounded the pool. "Jesus, you look terrific!" he said happily giving me a hug," I wish you'd told me you were going to wear your shorts, they make you look really hot." This hadn't really occurred to me. I had worn them because it was more convenient, but the thought that they actually made me look 'sexy' to David hadn't crossed my mind. Secretly very pleased about this, and more than ever willing to please him now, I asked him what he wanted to do. "Dunno, " he replied, "'S'pose we could go for a swim.", looking round to see if anyone was in sight. "Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing." Looking at each other, the fact that neither of us had any swimming things with us didn't even enter the equation. "Come on, then, let's do it," David said, starting to strip off. Within a few seconds we were in the water, and after the initial shock of the temperature change began to explore the pool. At its deepest point it must have been about four feet deep with a hard, pebbly bottom. "Must have been a gravel pit once," I commented to David. "Yeah, good isn't it." It was just big enough to swim a few strokes along it, but not quite large enough for the two of us to swim side-by-side with the result that we kept colliding with each other. Naturally this led to a rough-and-tumble game, each trying to duck the other. As I jumped up to try and push David over I slipped on the rocks and fell full length in the water. Instantly David followed through and putting his hands on my shoulders held me under the water. Without warning he then kissed me on the lips, under the water! My prick, which until now had been limp and flaccid began to harden up. Struggling to get out from under him, I twisted and succeeded in throwing him off. "Now look what you've done!" I said, pretending anger and pointing at my cock. "So?," look at me" he retorted directing my eyes to his own tool. Moving to the edge, we sat shoulder-to-shoulder with the water lapping around our erections. Calming down a bit we were getting our breath back and agreeing with each other how satisfying it was when we both spotted the problem at the same time. Across the far side of the field on top of the ridge was a woman walking her two dogs, making her slow way towards us. Any minute now she couldn't help but see us. "Shit!" we said together, hastily looking round for an escape route. Some ten yards away was an old broken-down wooden workman's shed which was the only possible place we could hide. Choosing our time carefully when we hoped she would be looking the other way, we crouched down and made a frantic dash for it. Scrambling through the gap which used to be the door we collapsed, panting, against the wall. Carefully peeping over the windowsill we watched as the woman got closer and closer. Although still making her painfully slow progress across the ridge and not making her way directly towards us, the dogs were! Dashing about and chasing each other they both ended up coming down to the pool-side and had a drink. Having satisfied themselves they turned and started sniffing around. "Fuck it!" David said in an anguished voice, simultaneously with my noticing our next problem. They had found the pile of our clothes which we had forgotten to pick up in our haste to hide. Experimentally the pair of animals nosed through our belongings, taking an especial interest in my shorts and David's bright yellow boxers. Playfully one of them picked up my shorts, shook them violently like a dead rat and ran off towards the old lady, still with my shorts in his mouth, the other dog chasing after him. Speechlessly I looked at David. Realising the predicament I was now in, he had his hand in front of his mouth and having the greatest difficulty in stifling his laughter. Not thinking the situation in the slightest way amusing, I turned back to the dogs. By now they had reached the lady, who, after taking a cursory glance at what the dog had brought her began to have a tug-of-war with the cursed animal and my shorts! I could almost hear the tear as with a final pull, my shorts gave up the uneven battle and split in two. Close to hysteria now, I watched as the two bits were carefully picked up and stuffed in her pocket. Not really caring now whether the woman knew whether we were there or not, I turned my back on the scene and stared at the floor. David still found the whole episode vastly entertaining. Sitting next to me and putting an arm round my neck said between giggles that I was now in deep shit. Playfully he slid his hand onto my cock and waved it about. "Now the whole world will see what you're made of!" Involuntarily my prick began to stir. David, feeling the growth, eased his grip and began to masturbate me slowly. Losing temporary interest in my predicament, I relaxed and twisted over to face him. He looked a bit more serious now, and was showing a bit of concern about me. Leaning over he kissed me on the cheek and said "Not to worry. We'll sort something out, but later. Just now I have other plans." Laying down on his back, he pulled me over on top of him and kissed me again, first very softly and then passionately on the lips. Quite suddenly all the tensions and worries I had suffered over the past few days surfaced and then evaporated. They must still have been floating around somewhere in my sub-conscious as I thought I had got rid of them all. But now I felt wonderful, not giving a damn who knew about me, or what David and I got up to. I was in seventh heaven. The friend I had thought I had lost less than 24 hours ago was embracing me and I could feel his excitement pressing against my stomach, side-by-side with my own. Overcome with emotion, I pulled away slightly and looked into David's eyes, unable to speak but hoping that he could read my mind. Slowly two tears escaped and rolled down my cheek. David, ever sensitive to my moods, simply said "Better now?" and lovingly licked the tears off my face. Still unable to trust myself to talk, I nodded slightly and embraced him. For the next few minutes we kissed, cuddled and explored each other with a passion and sensitivity that in all our previous games we had never even begun to attain. "Wanna be fucked?" David asked in between kisses and licks. Nodding in agreement, I was turning over onto my front when he stopped me and said "No, not that way. I want to try something else. Lay on your back for a minute." Doing as I was asked, he then said to put my legs over his shoulders. Having got myself more or less comfortable, I spread my legs apart and David knelt between them, his full six inches just touching my bum. Arching my back slightly I lifted my legs up and locked my ankles behind his neck. Taking his prick in his hand, he put the tip against my hole and gently pushed, increasing the pressure very slowly. Expecting the usual shoot of pain I braced myself for it, but it never came. Surprisingly my bum hole relaxed and David slipped in without and trouble. Pushing himself in as far as he could go, he started to fuck me. "Wait a minute," I gasped, "Just leave it still for a minute. I like this." Concentrating with all my mind, I tried to feel every millimetre of his cock inside me, slowly wriggling my bum to get the maximum pleasure from it. "Beautiful!" I sighed, "I wish this could go on for ever." Without any further comment from me, David began again to work himself in and out, very, very slowly at first, trying to delay his coming just as long as he could. Looking at each other we smiled, that sort of smile which didn't need any words but said a whole book. Despite his best efforts at self-control, it wasn't long before his motions became more and more rapid, my body reacting in sympathy and thrusting forwards each time he came down on me. Even after he came he still pushed and pulled within me for as long as he could, until his cock went limp. Pulling himself out at last he was visibly sweating with his efforts, but smiling contentedly. "That was fucking marvellous!" he sighed before collapsing on the floor. I still had an erection and was so excited that I knew if I just touched it, I would come. It still felt as if David was inside me, and this made me feel even more randy. "I've just got to come!" I said, grabbing my tool and staring to wank. David rolled over, pushed my hand out of the way and took my prick in his mouth. Licking all round the tip of it, and sucking at the same time, his hand was working up and down the bottom of my shaft. I came within a few strokes of course, my full load of creamy white spunk ending up at the back of his throat. Having no choice but to swallow it, he grimaced as he did so. Flopping back on the floor, I lay there numbed. A thought then crossed my mind. "That must be the first time ever that anyone has just been filled with spunk up the arse and then shot it out through his prick within five minutes!" I laughed. David giggled at this thought and lay half across my chest, looking up into my face. "Feeling better now?" he asked, frowning a little. "Much," I said , seriously "Good. That's OK. Promise we'll have no more stupid ideas then?" "Yeah, all right, just so long as you and I are friends," I agreed and lifting his head up kissed him on the forehead. We lay there for ages just content with being there, my ruffling his hair and he licking my nipple and twiddling it between his fingers. Suddenly I sat up with a jerk. "My bloody shorts!" I almost shouted, "What the hell are we going to do?" "What were you wearing under them? You can run back in those." "Bollocks! I was wearing Y-fronts, I can't go back wearing just those." "OK then, put my boxers on." This was the only way out I realised. "But you'd better wear my Y-fronts, just in case" I added, not really knowing what the 'in case' meant. "All right then," David agreed, "Let's go." Checking that no one was around we ran across to the scattered clothes and got dressed, checking each item carefully to make sure there was no spit from the dogs on them. The feeling of wearing someone else's underwear, especially his, gave me an exciting tingle in my groin area, and I had to pull my T-shirt down to cover my rising erection. Observing David struggle into my slightly smaller Y-fronts was just as exhilarating I decided and watched as he also moved his erection to the side so it wouldn't be so obvious. With one last grin at each other, we raced up the hill towards the ridge and the road back to school. Once we were in sight of the building, I ran on in front, hoping to convince people that I was just returning from a run. On the way to the dormitory I passed Donald, and slowed down only slightly as he asked me if I had seen David anywhere. "No, not seen him for ages. Dunno where he is," I lied, somehow pleased that I had 'got one over' Donald and jealously delighted that he had absolutely no idea of what we had been doing that evening.