Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2004 09:06:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Fup Duck Subject: Under Pressure 2-3 See the first installment for the typical disclaimer stuff. If you don't know it by now, well....:-) Anyway, THANKS to those who responded to the first part! It's always nice to hear from readers. Just a couple notes in response to some of the stuff referenced in the emails I received. The title of the story isn't random, the reasoning will become apparent as the story continues. The first chapters happen when David is 11 almost 12, which would be around 1972, and progress from there. The Scouting reference mentioned in the intro will begin to become a big part in David's story. And as stated before, the story of David is semi- autobiographical. No `creative license' has been, or will be taken to make the story `more interesting.' Almost forgot - a description of David is in order I guess: 11 years old (6th grade), about 4' 8", 95 pounds (soaking wet), blond hair (used to be almost platinum, but now darkening to a sandy blond), and blue eyes. Personally speaking, I am a 42 year old single guy (go figure). So here is the next installment of the saga....hope you enjoy. Fup ****************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER ONE "What the hell?" he thought. "Did I just shoot like Rick said, or did I pee myself? If that's shooting, I don't know if I want to go through that kind of feeling again." Still questioning, he fell into a dreamless sleep until the alarm went off the next morning. UNDER PRESSURE 2 - Morning From Hell The alarm jolted David from probably the most restful sleep he had had in weeks. As he stretched out the morning kinks, he was aware of his morning stiffy needing release. When he thought about what that meant, the events of the previous night came back to him and the questions resurfaced. He smelt breakfast, and decided that the questions could wait and made his way to the bathroom to relieve the pressure. As he stood in front of the toilet, he realized that the feelings of pissing were a lot different than those he experienced the previous night. "Guess I wasn't pissing myself," he thought and a wry grin passed over his face for a minute. He was just finishing up when the door burst open and his 7-year-old sister barged into the bathroom, screeching that breakfast was ready and if he wanted to eat, he'd better get to the kitchen. Lynn was ok for a sister, her antics kept attention focused away from David, which was just fine with him. She was the more outgoing of the two siblings, and had "hundreds more friends" than her big brother - in her words. Once again, that was fine with David who was somewhat of an introvert, but valued his friendships - however few there were. After dressing in school clothes, David wandered out to the kitchen where his mother was fixing him a plate, Lynn already there babbling away at a mile a minute. David's dad was already at work, and his mom was just getting ready to leave. "David, make sure you clean up the plates and stuff before you head to the bus stop, and make sure that Lynn remembers her books this time," his mom ordered. With that last order, she kissed each of her children on the forehead, grinning as David brushed off the `mom germs', and was out the door. Finishing up, putting the dirty glasses in the sink, he `sorted out' his sister and himself, and walked to the bus stop. Sitting by himself toward the back of the bus - his was one of the first stops on the route - he took notice that his dick was hard again. The vibrations the bus was making felt pretty good and obviously his dick was enjoying the ride so far. "Why all of a sudden am I taking notice to this stuff," he wondered. He had really not taken any special notice of that part of his anatomy before except when he was standing at the toilet `taking care of business.' Obviously, something about last night had redirected his attention. As the bus began to fill up, his thoughts began to focus on the upcoming school day. Two tests and learning to play 4-square in gym. He was broken out of his mind trip by the rough entry of one of the older boys sliding into the seat beside him. Not only did he slide into the seat, but he slid in like David wasn't even there, crushing him against the side of the bus before sliding back to a normal position. "Sorry," the boy snickered, "Didn't see you sitting there." Bill Hooper wasn't really a wonderful guy. He was an eighth grader who's sole purpose in life seemed to be a pain in the ass. He cuffed David none too gently upside his head, then turned to the seat behind him to talk with a girl that had gotten on at the stop before. Remaining silent, David returned to looking out the window as the countryside passed. Bill wasn't quite finished with David yet though. In the background David heard Bill's voice getting louder. Trying to ignore him, David was shocked to hear, "Hey, Carol, this little dweeb has a stiffy." Then, even louder, "Hey everybody, David's got a BONER!" "Oh my god, this can't be happening," thought David. But there was no denying the fact. During his mindless observation of the scenery, obviously the vibrations of the bus had caused David's dick to get stiff once gain, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the older boy beside him. Shame-faced, David tried to make himself as small as possible, hoping against hope that the phrase "out of sight, out of mind" was true. It was not to be. For another 10 minutes, the subject of Bill's loud conversation was David's now soft dick. Not soon enough for David, the bus pulled up in front of the school, and discharged it's occupants, most of them still snickering over the unplanned entertainment. What had sort of started as a good day, was fast becoming one that David wished was a bad dream. UNDER PRESSURE 3 - More Discoveries Once again the shout echoed down the hallway, "David!" "Oh no, Rick again," thought David. As David looked up to see Rick heading down the hallway, Rick noticed the red face and embarrassed expression. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing," David mumbled. "Oh, ok," came the reply, then, "I did it again last night!" "Just shut up about that crap," David coldly responded, "Who cares?" Slamming his locker, David rushed to his home room where he slumped in his seat and proceeded to ignore everyone and everything, leaving Rick standing in the hall, his feeling of pride in last night's activities slowly turning into something else. "Hey David," came a voice from the seat next to him. John was there, as usual, ready to start the school day as only a morning person can be. "Hey," David mumbled. "What's up your butt this morning, wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or what?" joked John. "Just leave me alone, I don't want to talk about it." Slightly miffed, John replied, "Look, I know something's wrong, we've been friends since kindergarten, remember? Come on, you broke my Tonka crane at show-and-tell, you owe me." David sighed, "It's nothing, really, just having a bad day, that's all." "Ok, what ever makes your dick hard, man," John joked. "WHAT? Does the whole school know already?" "What are you talking about?" Exasperated, David replied, "My dick got hard on the bus this morning, and Bill Hooper announced it to the whole bus." "Is that all?" John answered. "IS THAT ALL?" David almost yelled, getting a nasty look from his home room teacher. "Hey, don't get all uptight, I get `em all the time on the bus, guess it's the vibration and stuff." "You do?" "Yeah, no big deal, normal stuff, man. Nothing to get excited about." John said good- naturedly. Mentally breathing a sigh of relief, David apologized for his outburst and began to relax. The bell rang for first period, and both boys headed off to their first class. John's parting words were, "See you in Social Studies." The first half of the day passed sort of slowly for David. His mind definitely wasn't on school, and the test in Science probably wasn't his best effort. "Ok, so it's normal. John says he gets them too. Why is it such a big deal?" He was so lost in his thought's he almost missed the Science teacher's profound announcement that they would be starting "Family Life Studies" on Monday. The announcement was greeted with enthusiasm from most of the class, especially the boys. "Family Life Studies" a.k.a "Sex-Ed" was a very anticipated event for the 6th grade class. Lunch passed without incident for David, his normal table of friends carrying on the typical conversations. No one really noticed David's atypical silence. Social Studies was the next class he had with John and he was sort of looking forward to it. Arriving in class, he sat next to John and the first question out of his mouth was, "So that happens to you too, huh?" "All the time," John replied, "Wait `til it starts happening in class and you have to stand up in front of everybody to do a report or something." "Oh no, that would be too much," David moaned. John laughed, "Nah, not too bad, I mean it's embarrassing, but it's normal. You get laughed at, but just laugh along, and it passes." "How do you know all this stuff?" David asked. "Dad talked to me about this stuff a couple weeks ago," replied John. "You ought to talk with your dad." David nodded, but knew that it would never happen. Even at 11 going on 12, he knew that his parents were real uptight about anything to do with the "S" word. But, he thought, Sex- Ed was starting next week, maybe he could get some answers then. "Hey, you ARE going camping this weekend with the troop, right?" asked John. "Yeah! I can't wait! This new Scoutmaster is pretty cool with doing that stuff, the old one was such a boring geez..never wanted to do anything." John and David had been members of scouts since they were 8 years old and joined Cubs. It was a blast until they got to Boy Scouts. The previous Scoutmaster wasn't really into the camping and hiking part of the program and both John and Doug were seriously thinking about quitting until the new guy took over. The new Scoutmaster had planned hiking and camping trips at least once a month, with a two-week summer camp scheduled for the troop in July. Now THAT was what scouts was all about. "Dad said he'd pick you up about 5 Friday night to get to the building," John said. "Cool, I'm all packed, and with dad working late Friday night, I'm glad that you're picking me up. I can't wait," enthused David. "Just remember the munchies," laughed John as Social Studies started. ****************************************************************************** Ok, that's it for this installment. I know it's a little boring, but character development can be time consuming. I can assure you that in later chapters you will meet more of David's friends and yes, there will be sexual situations, both inside and outside of scouts for him. The basic groundwork has been laid, and you should have at least a hint of David's personal life and upbringing and why the story is titled the way it is - it gets worse, or better as the case may be. The next installment should be posted later this week. As always, my THANKS to the Nifty archive, and any questions or comments should be mailed to fupduckmd@yahoo.com. As a personal favor, please enter "Under Pressure" as the subject line (some of the emails I received were routed into the wrong folder), and if you want to, state your age in your email - I'm working on some general demographic info. Thanks again - and a special thanks from "David" to those who are reading this story.