Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 05:16:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 12

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Here is Chapter 12....

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 11

Not wanting to alert Kelly to the subject of their halt, Dale grinned at
David and mouthed "atta boy" then started walking again.  David just stood
there stunned, then realizing that Dale wasn't pissed, he shrugged and ran
to catch up with Kel.  When Kel asked what happened, he responded, "Dale
took notice my shirt was coming loose and tightened it up.  Kelly glanced
at Dale, and Dale said grinning, "He needs SOMEone to take care of him."
Satisfied that the wool wasn't being pulled over his eyes, Kelly started
walking again.  The boys retraced their route, arriving home just as
Mrs. Sites was ringing the iron bell outside the back door.


UNDER PRESSURE 12 - Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting

"Well, THERE you are," laughed Mrs. Sites, "I was starting to get worried
that you boys decided that candy bars and water would be a better supper
than what I was making."  Examining the two youngsters with an appraising
eye, she said, "And you two need a shower, make it quick."

"Well, they were having so much fun, they must have lost track of time,"
Dale answered for the two boys who had started heading upstairs to get
cleaned up, flashing a grin at David.

Blushing, David followed Kelly upstairs, Dale's comment reminding him of
what Dale had seen.  Kelly, unaware of David's embarrassment, kept up the
usual chattering about their explorations of the pit, pointedly not
mentioning any of the extra-curricular activities - afraid that Mike or his
dad would overhear their conversation.  Reaching Kelly's room, the boys
removed their dirty clothes down to their briefs.  Kelly grabbed a clean
pair of underwear, and grinned at David, who was sitting on his bed,
staring at the Risk board that was still set up from last night.  "Wanna
join me?" Kelly giggled.

David looked up at the comment, and hissed, "Shut UP!  You want someone to
hear you?  You can be so stupid sometimes."

Kelly took a step back at David's vehemence.  What the heck?  "Look, it was
a joke, ok?  Jeez, you don't have to get all upset.  What's wrong with you
anyway?"

"Nothing's wrong with me, YOU'RE being dumb," David lashed out, rising to
his feet.

"Yeah, but I'm not being STUPID like you are!"  And Kelly stalked off to
the bathroom.

Alone in Kelly's room, David took the chance to think.  Sitting back down
on the bed, again staring blankly at the game board, he thought about the
afternoon.  His smile over their activities soon turned sour when he
remembered Dale's discovery.  He knew what happened, David knew it.  They
had been caught.  Now Dale would tell Kelly's parents, and probably Mike.
Mike went to the same school as they did.  He was an eighth grader.  That
meant the whole eighth grade would know.  And it wouldn't be long before
the whole school knew.  He could see it clearly, the looks, the punches,
the teasing.  And when both sets of parents found out, that would be it for
his friendship.  He shook his head, losing Kelly as a friend wasn't worth
what they had done, it was so stupid.  His solitude was broken by Kelly
coming into the room and snapping, "The shower's free."

Not looking at his 'former' friend, David got a pair of clean briefs from
his bag and headed off to shower.  The hot water washed the sweat and grime
away, but did nothing for what was going on inside his head.  Finishing up,
he went back to Kelly's room, to find it empty.  Kelly had already dressed
and went downstairs.  "He doesn't even want to be around me," thought
David.  He had just finished dressing and was heading for the door when
Dale poked his head in and said, "Supper's ready, slowpoke."

Joining the family at the table, David sat quietly, mind still churning
over his feelings.  The normal light-hearted conversation swirled around
him, he didn't look at Kelly, to be honest, he didn't look at anyone, sure
that his guilt was written all over his face.  Then, "David?  What's
wrong?"

Looking up at Mrs. Sites, he smiled and said, "Nothing, just tired."  Then
an idea struck him.  "And I don't think I'm feeling too well, I might call
my mom after supper and just go home."

"Well, I hope it isn't my cooking," smiled Mrs. Sites.

"Oh no, not at all," David answered, still avoiding looking at Kelly, "just
not feeling too good."

The elder Sites' knew something was up between the two boys.  They had seen
it before, whenever Kelly and David had an argument, they acted this way.
They both knew David wasn't sick, but kept the charade.  However, Dale had
an idea of what was going on.  He guessed he'd have to handle it, somehow.

After supper was finished, Mrs. Sites led David to the living room sofa.
"Just lay down for a few minutes while we wash the dishes, and see if you
feel better.  Then if you don't, we'll call your parents and run you home,
ok?"

Yeah, ok, thanks." David smiled wanly.

Kelly came through the living room, glanced at David, shook his head and
went up to his room.  He sat on the bed and wondered why David was acting
the way he was.  He wasn't sick, he knew that.  He just wanted to leave.
Was it what they had done?  He didn't know, but he was going to find out.
He went back down to the living room, and told David, "If you think you're
going to go home, then you should get your stuff packed."  Then he turned
around and walked back upstairs.

David sighed and thought it might be a good idea.  He slowly walked
upstairs and into Kelly's room.  Then he was face down on the bed.  He
turned his face in time to see Kelly, beet-red with anger, closing the
door.  "What the HELL, is wrong with you?"

David knew Kelly was upset at his actions, but now he knew he had probably
crossed a line.  Kelly never cussed unless he was ready to start swinging.
Deciding the best defense was a good offense, he leapt off the bed and
stood facing Kelly, who was coming closer, fists clenched at his sides.
"Nothing's wrong with me!  You're the one who's being stupid."

Kelly started raising a fist, "You know, you can really be an asshole."
Getting within swinging distance, he cocked his fist and swung, hitting
David in the chest.

David recovered and launched himself at Kelly, knocking him to the floor,
Kneeling over his friend, he brought his own fist back ready to exact
revenge.  "I am NOT an asshole, asshole!"  Then the door opened, and before
it had registered in his mind, he found himself knocked back against the
wall, none too gently, looking up at Dale, who was holding his little
brother down.

"Look," Dale hissed, "you two better settle down, or I'm going to put you
both in an early grave.  I don't know what's going on, but this is going to
stop now."

The younger boys knew Dale was serious.  Both had learned that when Dale's
voice was calm and just above a whisper, he was upset.  And two
11-year-olds had no chance against a 17-year-old, especially Dale.  Dale
continued, "Now, we're going to finish this crap."  Motioning David toward
Kelly's bed, he ordered, "Sit."

David sat.  He had only seen Dale this way once before, and that was when
Mike had stepped over the line.  Mike's lack of common sense had given him
a bloody nose.  Already punched once today, he had no interest in getting
it again.

Dale picked up his brother by the arm and half-threw him on the bed beside
David.  He definitely had their attention.  Standing there and looking down
at the two petrified boys, Dale smiled inwardly.  A smile on his face would
ruin the moment, and this would never get worked out.  Seeing the boys
settle down a little, the realization that they weren't going to get
pounded allowing them to relax a little.  Unconsciously, they had moved
closer to one another, friends ready to defend the other.

Dale took a breath, still standing, and began, "Look, I know what's going
on I think."  This got a confused look from Kelly, and a fearful one from
David.  "Kel, I know you and David are very good friends - probably best
friends, right?" A nod from Kelly.  "David, I know you're upset about what
happened today."  David jerked in surprise, and Kelly quavered, "You saw
us?"

"No, but I saw the result," Dale grinned at David.  "That's what I was
doing with David's shirt today.  He had some of the 'result' still on his
stomach."

Almost in tears, Kelly hung his head and said, "Don't tell anyone, it won't
happen again."

David nodded his agreement at Dale, who wasn't quite finished, "I'm not
telling anyone, what you two do is your business.  And I don't really think
that 'it won't happen again'."  This last sentence was with a smile.

Surprised and relieved, but still wary at their good fortune, both boys
looked up at Dale.  Kelly asked, "Not even mom and dad?"

"No, not even mom and dad.  This is between us.  The only thing they think
is that you two are having a big fight.  Nothing more."

The relief was almost strong enough to see.  "Look," Dale said, "guys
experiment all the time.  I did.  You are.  I bet even dad did when he was
younger."

"So you're not mad and you're not going to tell?"  Kelly asked again.

"I told you, hardhead, no.  Just keep it between yourselves, and if you do
it again, don't get caught.  Today was just bad luck.  I had no clue what
was going on until I saw the 'mess' on David's stomach."  He grinned.
Looking at David, serious now, "Are you ok?"

David half-smiled and replied, "I guess."

"Good, now I've got to get out of here and meet Karen.  I thought since I
probably knew what was happening, I'd better say something."  Turning to
leave, he asked, "You two cool?"

For the first time since supper, David looked over at Kelly, who nodded and
replied, "Yeah, cool."

"Ok, let's just not let this happen again.  And if you're going to throw
punches, do it in the yard, less mess that way."

Waiting until Dale had went downstairs, Kelly put his arm across David's
shoulders, and gave a light squeeze.  "Friends?"

David smiled and did the same, "Best."

"Now, I'm REALLY gonna kick your butt," grinned Kelly, looking at the Risk
board.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you and what army?"

"The Big Red One," Kelly laughed.

The boys became engrossed in their game, the friendly moans and yells
making their way down the stairs to where Mr. and Mrs. Sites were reading
in the living room.  Smiling to themselves, they heaved an imaginary sigh,
and continued reading.

Back in the war zone, Kelly had trapped David's remaining forces in
Australia.  Grinning at his friend, he teased, "Surrender?"

"Kiss my butt," David laughed, "I'm gonna make my move real soon."

"Maybe," Kelly replied.

David mentally jerked, "'Maybe'?, "he thought, "maybe what?"

The end of the game was a foregone conclusion, Kelly marched his armies,
led by the Big Red One into Australia and ended up victorious.  "Yeah, I'm
the Emperor of the World!"  he announced.  "Now you can kiss MY butt!"

Both boys started laughing.  "I thought I did today," said David, referring
to their afternoon kissing.

Somewhat confused, Kelly said, "You didn't kiss my butt..." then as
realization dawned, he leapt onto David, pinning him against the floor.
Kelly swung his jean clad butt over David's face and laughed, "Kiss it, you
goob."

David struggled, trying to get out from under his friend.  His laughter
making it difficult to make a concerted attack.  Kelly started lowering his
butt to David's face.  "I said kiss it, the loser ALWAYS kisses the
winner's butt."

"Somehow, I don't think I've ever read THAT in the history books," came a
laugh from the doorway.

Freezing in position, both boys looked up to see Mr. Sites leaning against
the doorway, laughing at the antics of the two boys.  Seeing they weren't
in trouble, Kelly answered, "Really?  Maybe they just didn't write it
down."

"Oh, I'm sure something THAT interesting would have made it in there, and
now you two get to bed, it's midnight, and your mom and I would like to get
a LITTLE sleep tonight."

Releasing David, and standing up, Kelly reached his hand down to his
vanquished enemy.  David grabbed hold of Kelly's offered hand, and with a
grin, yanked him back down to the floor.

"Boys, I meant NOW!" ordered Kelly's dad, still with a small grin.

"Ok, dad."

The boys performed their nightly ritual, and returned to Kelly's room,
stripping down to their briefs once again.  Closing the door and turning
off the light, both boys were still quietly talking about their game.
David was just getting into his bag, when Kelly whispered, "Just get in bed
with me, we'll probably end up that way anyway.  It's hard to talk when
you're on the floor."

Surprised, David slid in next to Kelly, pulling the blankets up over both
of them.  There followed an uncomfortable silence.  Neither boy wanted to
start first.  David sighed, and turned his face to look at Kelly, "I'm
sorry I was such an idiot today."

"Well, idiots can't help it," giggled Kelly.

Gently punching his friend, he replied, "Yeah, you would know."

Kelly, in mock anger, smacked David's stomach with his hand.  Instead of
removing it however, he left it there, slightly rubbing it around David's
mid-section.  "So what did Dale mean earlier, about using your shirt?"

David giggled nervously, "Well I still had some cum there.  And he saw it
and wiped it off."

Kelly groaned, "Oh man, no wonder you were upset."

"Yeah, I really thought he saw us," David whispered.

"Glad he didn't, that was close."

"It was fun though," David ventured, relaxing under the hand now rubbing
from his chest to his navel.

"Yeah, it feels great!" Kelly giggled, grabbing David's crotch.

Jerking in response, David then started rubbing his palm over Kelly's side.
The boys turned onto their sides, draping their free arms over the others'
waists.  Now face to face in the dark, they continued with their dialogue.
"You know, I've never done stuff like this with another guy," Kelly
whispered.

"Really?  But you have two brothers," David replied, thinking of John and
Scott.

"Ewww, no way," shuddered Kelly.  "We'd just end up fighting about it, like
we do everything else."

"Yeah, but Dale seems pretty cool about it."

"Yeah, but I don't want to play with him, and well...." Kelly tapered off.

David thought Kelly was about to say something important, he didn't know
what it was, but really wanted to know.  "Well, what?" he asked.

"Well, nothing.  Anyway, you have to kiss my butt now, loser."

"No way!"  David exclaimed, "You'd fart on me or something."

"No I wouldn't, you didn't fart on me today."

David noticed a different tone in Kelly's banter.  It had a serious note to
it.  But kiss his butt?  He didn't think so.  That was just gross.

"If you kiss mine, I'll kiss yours," Kelly whispered.

Looking for the barest hint of teasing on Kelly's face, David answered,
"You will?"

"Yeah."

"Ummm, with or without underwear?"

"Whatever."

David swallowed nervously.  Did he really want to go there?  It was gross,
you crapped out of that thing.  Sensing David's thoughts, Kelly sighed, "We
don't have to."

"But you'll kiss mine, right?"

"Told ya I would.  And we took a shower so it's not dirty or anything."

"I dunno."

"Ok, I'll kiss yours first.  But if I do, you HAVE to kiss mine," Kelly
offered.

"Well....I guess it'd be ok."  "Roll over," Kelly said, pushing David's
side.

Nervously, David rolled onto his stomach, leaving his briefs up.  He wasn't
sure what Kelly wanted to do, so better safe than sorry.  Kelly kicked back
the covers, exposing David from the ankles up.  He knelt beside David,
looking at his friend.  He ran one hand down David's back, smiling when he
felt the boy shiver.  Then his hand was at the waistband of David's briefs.
David remained perfectly still, feeling Kelly's palm on his lower back.  He
had an idea of what he wanted, well his dick did - it was hard.

Kelly left his hand there for a few minutes, making up his mind.  He really
liked David, they were best friends, but it was a little more than that.
He didn't know exactly what it was, but his question earlier about being
'boyfriends' was half-serious.  Boyfriends kissed girlfriends and the other
way around, but they were both boys and they had kissed.  But could they be
'boyfriends'?  Maybe not really, maybe just REAL good friends.

Kelly would have been surprised at David's thoughts as he laid there
waiting for something to happen.  Well, maybe not surprised, after all, the
boys were on the same wavelength most of the time.  The same thoughts were
running through David's mind.  His parents had always told him he thought
too much.  Maybe he was doing it again, but for some reason he felt that it
was justified, at least this time.  He smiled to himself, and shook his
butt, "It's getting sort of chilly, man."

David's body moving beneath his hand shook Kelly from his thoughts.
Snickering quietly, he whispered, "Poor baby," as he patted David's butt.
He lowered his face to David's left cheek and kissed the cloth covered
flesh with a smacking sound.

David was sort of shocked that Kelly had actually done it.  Kelly had
kissed his butt!  Wow.  He grinned and teased, "Boy, if you kiss like that
all the time, I don't know if I want to do it anymore."

Interrupting his return to David's side, he slipped his fingers inside the
waistband of David's briefs, yanked the back down until about half of
David's butt was bare, and without thinking, placed another kiss on David's
half bare left cheek.  Then he pulled the briefs back up and flopped next
to his shocked friend.  He stuck his tongue out, and grinned.

David just laid there.  Kelly had kissed his bare butt!  Oh man, it was so
quick he didn't really know how it felt, but just the fact that he had was
exciting enough.  "I can't believe you did that."

Kelly grinned into David's face and stuck his tongue out again.  "Your
turn."

"Yeah, yeah," he mock sighed, raising up on his knees as Kelly rolled onto
his stomach.  When Kelly reached back and pushed his briefs down, David had
second thoughts.  "What are you doing?"

"You owe me.  As a matter of fact you owe me TWO," Kelly said, and shook
his butt at David.

David grinned ruefully, the tease taking over again, he smacked one of
Kelly's butt cheeks lightly.

"Owww," Kelly playfully moaned, "NOW you have to kiss it and make it feel
better."

"Oh ok, you big baby," David whispered and lowered his lips to where he had
smacked Kelly.  He pressed his lips against the smooth skin for a second
then backed off.

"It still doesn't feel any better," Kelly complained.

Grinning at the game that Kelly was playing - it was making this a lot
easier, he put his hand on Kelly's butt and rubbed.  "Feel better now?" he
giggled.

Kelly sighed, "Yeah, that feels good, but it still hurts."

"Big baby," David responded, and kissed the skin again, holding for a few
seconds, then returned to lay beside Kelly, who was still on his stomach.

"All better now?" questioned David.

"Ummm, yeah, all better," sighed Kelly, turning his face toward David and
smiling.  David felt the urge for lip to lip contact and started to move
his face closer to Kelly's.  As they got closer, a look of realization came
across their faces at about the same time.  They leapt out of bed and
rushed to the bathroom, using a damp towel to wipe their mouths.  Returning
to the bed, both boys giggled and Kelly said, "That was close."

"Yeah."  David then kissed his friend, Kelly answering back with his own
kiss.  Flopping back on their backs, sides touching, they lay there lost in
thought.  "That was pretty cool," ventured Kelly after a few seconds.

"I still can't believe we did that."

By what seemed mutual agreement, both boys' closest hands went to the
other's crotch.  "You're hard too," whispered Kelly.

"Duh," answered David.  "You're so smart."

Soon the fondling intensified, and briefs were discarded.  Stroking each
other, David remembered something from earlier this afternoon, and moved
his head onto Kelly's stomach, getting a closer view of his friend's hard
dick.  He felt Kelly's stomach tense then relax as he realized what David
was doing.

"Did ya think I was going to kiss IT?" David giggled.

"Sorta," came the reply, then a mumble.

Turning his head to look up, he asked, "What?"

"Nothing."

"You said something," accompanied by a squeeze on the hard tube of flesh.

"Ow, stop."

"Not til you tell me what you said," David replied, not releasing his hold.

"Ok, I said 'I dare ya', now stop squeezing!"

Holding his hand still, not looking at his friend's face, he whispered, "I
dare YOU!"

Looking at the head of Kelly's dick at close range, his challenge seemed
the right thing to do at the time.  Now he wasn't so sure.

Kelly pulled away from David's hand, spinning his body around so his face
was at David's crotch and vice versa (when I was 11, the only thing 69 was,
was the number after 68).  "At the same time," whispered Kelly.

"On three," came the shaking voice from David, "One......Two....Three."

At the same time, both boys puckered their lips and kissed the head of the
dick in front of them.  Matching shudders went through their bodies as lips
met sensitive flesh.  Only lasting a second, then the boys resumed their
previous positions side by side, heads together on the pillow.  Total
silence.

Before the silence could get to a dangerous point, David whispered, "Wow."

"Yeah, that was sort of nice."

Hands once again finding their targets, it didn't take long before the boys
were softly moaning as their orgasms reached their peak.  Kelly was first,
with David following a few seconds later.  Both boys noticed that their
hands remained dry.  The got the same strong, wonderful feeling and their
dicks flexed, but nothing came out.  As the difference began to work its
way into their minds they started to get nervous.  Each had the same
thought, they had done something that 'broke' their dicks.  Looking at each
other, not finding any answers, they had no clue of what to do now.  "Think
we have to go to a doctor?" Kelly asked.

"I hope not, that would be way to embarrassing."

"We did something, didn't we?"

"I don't know."

"Man, now we're not gonna be able to have babies," Kelly worried.

Both boys were wide awake, all thoughts of sleep, and of the previous
mutual pleasure overshadowed by worry and fear.

Kelly thought of something, "Wait here."

"Where you going?"

"I just need to do something, I'll be right back."

Kelly pulled up his briefs, and eased the door open, turning the corner and
walking down the hallway.

David waited.  His nervousness made him want to throw-up and the feeling
got so strong he started toward the bathroom.  Slowly making his way down
the dark hallway, he was somewhat startled by a "psssst" from behind him.

"Where you going?" asked Kelly, coming up to him.

"I think I need to puke."

"That bites," whispered Kelly, "when you're done, come back, I found out
something."  Then he grinned.

Shuffling away from Kelly, David remembered the grin.  Something was
seriously wrong with them and Kelly was grinning.  What the heck?  By the
time he made to the bathroom, the immediate feeling of wanting to throw-up
had changed to a severe need to drain his bladder.  "Well, at least THAT
still works," he thought.  Finished, he washed his hands, and made his way
back to Kelly's room.  Kelly was in bed, blankets pulled up to his chin,
and smiling.  SMILING?

Kelly whispered for him to get in, then turned on his side, facing his
friend.  "Ok, I talked to Dale, and....."

"You talked to DALE?" David interrupted, almost in a panic.

"Hey, take a pill, man.  Relax, he told me what was going on, I couldn't
think of anybody else.  Just listen," Kelly half pleaded.

Breathing raggedly, not believing Kelly went to someone else, let alone his
BROTHER, David was too stunned to move.

"Look, Dale said that stuff like that happens, that's it's like normal,"
Kelly continued.  "He said sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn't.
He said that he's surprised that we can shoot at all, but since we are
11..."

"Almost 12," David had found his voice.

"...that sometimes we don't do anything except 'get the feeling.'  He said
nothing's wrong, it's normal."

As Kelly's words began to sink in, David began to relax.  But DALE?

"I bet Dale had a lot of fun with that," mumbled David.

"Well he was sort of mad that I woke him up, but he was real cool about
it."

"Ummm, he's not gonna make fun of us is he?"

"I don't know, but he seemed ok with talking to me, he said that I looked
like a rabbit caught in the headlights, or something like that."

"I dunno, Kel.  Maybe that wasn't a good idea.  I mean, jeeeez, after what
happened today?"

"Dave, he said he was cool with that, that's why I thought he could tell me
what was going on."

"Well, he's your brother, but if he tells anyone..."  David stopped,
knowing the threat had no substance.

"Relax, man," Kelly answered.  "We're ok."

Wanting to believe, yet not knowing whether to or not, after all, Dale had
teased them before, David felt he HAD to believe it or be a nervous wreck,
as his mom said.  "You believe him?"  One last try.

"Yeah, I think so.  I don't think he'd tease about something like that."

Hesitantly, "Ok, if you believe him, then I'll believe you."

Kelly squeezed David's shoulder, "It's cool."

"Ok," came the reluctant reply, as David made to get out of bed.

"Why don't you just stay here?" Kelly asked.

"Wouldn't that be a little weird?"

"Why?  We've slept in the same bed before.  And anyway, we need sleep, and
the bed is a lot more comfy than the floor."

"Ok, just don't rape me," David's sense of humor was returning.

Snorting, Kelly answered, "I'm too tired."

Both boys settled under the covers, Kelly on one side of the bed, David on
the other.  Soon the only sound was the soft, deep breathing of the two
boys.  They were sound asleep when Dale, on his way back from the bathroom,
looked in on them.  Smiling as he noticed them laying back to back against
each other, he figured that his explanation to Kelly had settled both boys
down enough that they could sleep.  Quietly closing the door, he went back
to bed.

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I know that some of these scenes may seem a little melodramatic at times.
But think back to when you were 11.  Get my drift??  Plus it's a lot easier
to put into words now, with a 42 year old vocabulary instead of a 11 year
old one.

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