Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2004 13:43:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Fup Duck Subject: Under Pressure 23 STANDARD DISCLAIMER: 1. If it's illegal - don't. 2. If you can't accept it - don't. 3. If you're underage - don't. That about covers it. REALISTIC DISCLAIMER: Be safe, ok? In this chapter, you once again meet 'precocious' Bobby. He was a pistol. AND he did have a cool treehouse. Being David's neighbor, he will have some major parts in the story - not constantly, but on and off just like in real life. :-) And here is Chapter 23.... Fup ***************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER 22 David felt he was in another world, their earlier conversation, followed by his grandmother `yelling' at his mom (even if she didn't raise her voice much - it was still `yelling), Lynn's apology, it all seemed like some sort of weird universe. Seeing the look on David's face, she whispered, "I'm still her MOTHER." David giggled and dug into his pie. He had a lot of thinking to do. UNDER PRESSURE 23 - Swimmin' Hole David was lost. Kelly had gone on a two-week vacation to someplace called the Petrified Forest. It sounded cool, but he had no clue what it was. The next Scout camping trip was in August, and it was only July. His family was normally on vacation at this time of year, usually the beach, but the new house had taken the vacation fund this year. That's where he was now. His parents, tired of him being underfoot, had basically ordered him out of the house, and he had come here. Wiping sweat from his face, boy was it HOT, he watched the workmen putting windows and doors into their respective places. Some fun, he thought. It didn't even look like any of the neighbors were home either. He was engrossed - as much as he could be - in the work being done when he felt something ice cold press against his back. He arched his back away from the intrusion and swung around surprised and half-angry. Bobby stood there with two cans of Pepsi, and a smile which faded when he saw David's face. "Sorry," he said, taking a step back, "you looked hot and Mom said I should bring you a soda." "Hi Bobby," David responded, his face breaking into a smile, "sorry about that, you just surprised me." "Oh, I thought you were gonna hit me or something," Bobby said, holding out one of the cold Pepsi's, "still want this?" "Yeah, thanks man, I can use it." David took the offered soda and drained about a third of it in one swig. Then he lowered the can and the belch which followed made them both laugh. "Gross!" Bobby exclaimed, "but it was a good one." Bobby took a large drink of his and answered with a belch of his own. The sodas were soon gone as the boys tried to outdo each other in their makeshift contest. "Hey, you wanna go for a ride?" Bobby asked, pointing at David's bike. "Umm, sure, but will your mom let ya go, I mean me being sort of a stranger and all? I might kidnap you or something," David asked, with a grin. "Let's go ask," and, without looking over his shoulder to see if David was following, he took off toward his house. David followed, his head shaking at Bobby's enthusiasm. Reaching Bobby's house with an invitation to come in with him, David prepared to meet his mom. He wasn't "good at grown-ups." They kind of made him nervous, like they were better than him. Bobby's mom was a surprise. Appearing from out of the basement at her son's shouted declaration that he was going bike riding with David, she lovingly cuffed him on the side of the head. "How many times do I have to tell you not to shout? I'm not in China or something." She directed her attention to her son's new friend, "You must be David, nice to finally meet you, Bobby's been blabbing about you since the first time you two met." "Ummm, hi Mrs.....," "Shaller," she answered his question, then laughed and said, "But you'd better call me Betsy or I'll have to string you up by your thumbs." "Moooom." David smiled, instantly liking this woman. "Well, my mom and dad say I have to respect my elders, and not use first names." "Well, your mom and dad aren't here, now are they?" she asked with a grin. "No, but...." "A butt is what you use to sit on. If it makes you feel better, then call me Mrs. when they're around. How's that?" "Ok, I guess." "Good, now that we have that straightened out," she turned to Bobby, who was shifting from foot to foot, "what do you want, you little urchin?" "Can David and me go ride bikes?" "It's "I", and yes you can, just be back before supper." "Cool! Thanks mom! Wait here (to David)!" Giggling at the boy's rushed words, he was just getting ready to thank Mrs. Shaller - ooops, Betsy, when Bobby came back in the door, dragging him outside. Shaking her head, Mrs. Shaller started back toward the basement, as Bobby followed David to his house, pushing his bike, talking a mile a minute. Bobby led him up the paved country road, moving to the other side as he passed Tony's house, glancing at it worriedly. David noticed this and remembered what Bobby had said earlier, wondering why Bobby was so scared if it was only some 'fat' comments. Soon the boys were riding down a dirt road through the woods, and Bobby pulled his bike over next to a small bridge. Motioning excitedly to David, he disappeared down the embankment toward the stream. Still mentally drained from Bobby's non-stop monologue on the way here, David followed the boy to the stream. "This is a cool crick," enthused Bobby, "it's got a swimmin' hole and everything!" Chuckling at the boy's accent, David looked over the running stream. The water tumbled down a small cascade into a pool, then flowed underneath the bridge and out of sight. The pool didn't look more than three feet deep and was so clear, he could see the stony bottom. "This is neat, Bobby." Bobby grinned at him, and said, "Yeah, when it's real hot out I come here and swim. Wanna go swimmin'?" "Well, I don't want to get my shorts wet, I hafta ride home later in them." "I just swim in my underwear," Bobby explained. "They let you come here by yourself?" "Yeah, whenever I go bike riding, I stop here. They know where I'm at." Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he thought how lucky his new little friend was. He could see HIS parents in the same situation. They'd need lifeguards and an ambulance ready to let him do the same thing. "Well? Wanna?" came Bobby's voice. "I guess," David answered. "Cool! But wear your shoes, some of the rocks are pretty sharp and sometimes there's glass close to the bridge." Bobby started stripping, and before David even got his shirt off, Bobby was splashing into the stream clad in just his underwear and sneakers. David soon was down to his briefs and started into the water. The water felt like it had just come out of the freezer and he gasped and stopped his entry. Bobby started laughing, "C'mon, it's not bad when ya get used to it. See?" This last question was followed by what seemed to be a wall of icy water drenching him. When he recovered and wiped the water out of his eyes, he saw Bobby on the other bank on his back laughing. "I'm gonna get you for that," David growled playfully. "No you're not, cos your too scared to come into the water," Bobby shot back. Steeling his body for the task at hand, he began to wade deeper into the pool, heading toward a still laughing Bobby, who began moving up the opposite bank away from his pursuer. Teeth chattering, David worked himself to the middle of the pool, then had an idea. "Ouch!" he yelled, grabbing his foot with a look of pain. Bobby was immediately concerned and started toward him, but warily - anticipating a fake. To complete the picture, David then sat down where he was, the shock of the water hitting his crotch and torso making him wince, which actually helped his plan. Bobby started wading out to him, asking, "Are you ok, David? Are you hurt?" David waited until the boy was about three feet away, then scooped a handful of water at the approaching boy. He started laughing at Bobby's face, the expression of concern, replaced by shock, then by an evil grin. He kept coming toward a sitting David, who didn't expect THAT result. He began to stand to try and get away, but didn't quite make it before Bobby jumped on him. Off balance, he ended up going completely under, Bobby's body on top of him. Sputtering with cold and surprise, he raised himself back to a sitting position, Bobby still holding on to him. "What the heck?" David stuttered through his chattering teeth. Bobby, sensing his advantage, jumped off of him and splash-ran to the stream bank again, giggling, "Got ya!" "Now, I'm REALLY gonna get you," David threatened, putting on the meanest face he could under the circumstances and walking toward the younger boy sitting on the bank. Halfway there, he realized Bobby was no longer laughing and was just starting at him. "What's wrong?" he questioned. Bobby blushed, pointed, and said in a low voice, "I can see your...thing." David looked down and realized what Bobby was talking about. His briefs were soaked, and were almost transparent. "It's big," said Bobby almost clinically. "Not much now, cos it's so cold," David grinned. "Still, it's big. Mine's tiny." "You're 9," David answered, "it'll grow." When Bobby stood up, David noticed the boy's underwear were in the same state as his, he could make out the little dick of the boy through the fabric, about the size of a walnut. "See? It's small." Now in front of the boy on the stream bank, David patted his shoulder, "It'll grow Bobby." Then, taking a chance, he put his other hand over the wet crotch of the younger boy. Bobby's reaction was surprising to say the least. He jumped back away from David and screamed. "Don't! You're gonna hurt me!" Reeling from the verbal onslaught, David recovered and tried to calm the boy down. He could imagine Bobby running back to his house and telling his mom that the new neighbor boy had felt his 'thing.' Then there would be heck to pay, and they hadn't even moved here yet. "Hey, hey," he said in a low voice, "calm down, I wasn't gonna hurt you." "Yes, you were," answered Bobby, now behind a tree, peering at him. "No I wasn't, Bobby. You're a cool kid, why would I do that?" Deciding the best course was not to get any closer to the frightened boy, he sat on the bank, and thought he wait it out. Both boys were shivering, so he probably wouldn't have to wait long. "You think I'm cool?" "Yeah, why would I hang around you if I didn't?" Bobby was silent, thinking about that. Then, "Yeah, but you sure you weren't gonna hurt me? "Bobby," answered David, "I'm not gonna hurt you. I swear." Then he held out one hand, with the pinky raised. "What's that mean?" "It's a pinky swear, my best friend and I do it when we make a promise." "Oh...So that means you're not gonna hurt me?" "Yep," answered David, "but it's no good with just one guy, you know." Slowly, Bobby moved out from behind the tree, and approached David, "What do I do?" "Just stick your little finger out and we sort of shake with them." David demonstrated with his other hand. "And that sorta means cross your heart and hope to die?" "Yeah, but more serious." Bobby was now standing in front of David, still a little scared that the older boy was pretending. Then seeing that David wasn't moving, and was looking at him, he squatted and held out his finger. "Ok, now do what I did," David urged. Bobby wrapped his finger around David's and the older boy squeezed slightly. "Now, I have pinky sweared that I'm not gonna hurt you. Ok?" Relaxing a bit, Bobby sat down beside David and looked at him. David, on his part, was not going to do anything that would make the boy bolt again. Instead, he asked, "You ok?" "Yeah, I'm sorry." "It's ok, man. I'm sorry I touched you, ok?" "It wasn't that," answered Bobby. "Oh, I thought it was." "No, ummmm, promise not to tell?" David smiled and held up his little finger. Grinning back, Bobby did the pinky swear again, then got serious. "Tony hurt me," he said, not looking at his new friend. "Huh?" "Yeah, just like that. We were here swimming, and he did the same thing. But he squeezed real hard and said that fat people like me have little things. And he said that I shouldn't have one, cos I was fat and would never get a girlfriend." Bobby was almost crying. "Hey man, don't cry, he's just a jerk. Doesn't know anything." "Yeah, but it hurt." David gently smiled, "Wait until you get older. It'll hurt even more." "Really?" Bobby asked sort of fearfully, not looking forward to that. "Yeah, but it'll feel better too most of the time." "Oh." "Yeah, it'll feel real good," David smiled. "So, does yours feel good now?" David decided to tease the boy, now that the mood had lightened. "Yeah, wanna feel it?" "Can I?" Bobby almost whispered. David hadn't honestly thought Bobby would respond like that. He thought the boy would just laugh and the conversation would be over. So, what to do? His thoughts were interrupted by Bobby's hand, which had reached in between his legs, and landed on his crotch, grabbing a little too rough. "Hey!, Not so rough man!" He said without thinking. "Sorry," Bobby replied, easing his grip and just leaving his hand over David's groin. "Remember I told you that it would hurt more? Well, that did." "Yeah, but you said it felt better too. How?" David spread his legs, laying them flat on the ground in front of him. "You just play with it, real nice. Sort of rub it." Following David's instructions, Bobby rubbed his palm over David's dick. "Like this?" he whispered. "Yeah, like that, feels real good." He was surprised when Bobby jerked his hand away. "What's wrong?" "It moved, and started getting bigger," the youngster explained. "That's how you know you're making it feel good," David explained. "Oh, so I was making it feel good?" "Yeah, it felt nice," smiled David. "Want to see how it feels?" "Yeah, please?" Bobby answered, spreading his own legs, offering his brief clad crotch to David's hand. David smiled and gently placed his hand on the younger boy's dick again. Bobby flinched at the first contact, then relaxed when he realized that David was going to keep his promise, and started lightly rubbing his little dick. It did feel good, Bobby thought, and put his hand back on David's now stiff member. "Wow, it got even bigger!" David giggled, "Yeah, you make it feel real good." "You do too, to mine," Bobby giggled back. The boys spent a few minutes rubbing each other. David couldn't tell if Bobby got hard or not, his little dick felt the same as before, but he really didn't care. Their pleasure was interrupted by the sound of a car crossing the bridge. Jerking their hands away, both boys realized that they weren't very well hidden. They stopped their play, smiled at each other and started pulling on their clothes. David's briefs were still a little wet, but they would have to do. Dressed, the boys started back up the embankment and Bobby stopped David halfway up to give him a quick hug. "I like you David." Returning the boy's hug, he replied with a smile, "Me too." Continuing their climb, the boys reached their bikes and began to ride back the way they had come. Arriving at Bobby's house, David parked his bike to say goodbye to Mrs. Shaller - ooops, Betsy, he mentally corrected. They went into the house where she was cutting coupons at the kitchen table. Without looking up, she asked, "You two have a good time?" "Yeah, mom, we went swimmin'," Bobby exclaimed. "You haven't been there in weeks," she said to Bobby. "Yeah, but now it's more fun with David." Blushing, David said, "Yeah, it was a lot of fun, Mrs....," seeing the amused look on her face, he finished, "Betsy. That's a cool place." "Well, your thumbs are safe this time, young man," Betsy laughed, "but it was close. I'm glad you had a good time. The urchin here," motioning to Bobby, who was blushing in embarrassment, "can get on your nerves." "Mooommmm, I didn't." "Well, there's a first time for everything," Betsy got up and hugged her son, "but I'm glad you had fun." She directed her gaze to David, "He wasn't a pain?" David smiled, "Not a bit, although I found out how cold 'crick' water can be." Betsy just laughed again, and patted David's shoulder, "You're a good boy, you're welcome anytime you come out here. And I expect we'll be seeing you a lot after you move." "Thanks, M....Betsy." "Mom, can David come over tomorrow too? I wanna show him my treehouse!" "Bobby," she admonished, "he may have things to do tomorrow. And he'd have to ask his parents too. But if he is allowed, yes." Excited Bobby hugged his mom tightly, then did the same to David, who was a bit surprised. Noting his look, Betsy asked rhetorically, "He's an affectionate little cuss isn't he? Especially when he gets what he wants." Then waving off her son's 'put off' expression, she sat back down to her coupons, "It was nice meeting you David. Hope to see you again." "Me too, Betsy (a triumphant grin), I'm sure you will. Thanks again." Bobby followed David outside. As David was getting on his bike, he asked, "So, you gonna ask about coming over tomorrow?" "Sure, I had fun today. Thanks." "Yeah I can show you my treehouse, and maybe make you feel good again," Bobby giggled. Surprised at the boy's openness about their activities, he said, "Bobby, you can't tell anyone, ok? We'll get in trouble." Bobby grinned and held up his pinky, "Promise." Completing the ritual, satisfied their secret was safe, David ruffled the boy's hair and began the ride home. ***************************************************************************** The swimmin' hole was a great place. Not too private, but weirdly secluded. You couldn't see the `hole' from the bridge, at least in the summer, the trees sort of blocked your view unless you got up close to the guard rail. It was used many times that, and subsequent summers, until some `idiot' (LOL) built a house just above it and cut some trees. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback. Thanks! email: fupduckmd@yahoo.com AIM and Yahoo: fupduckmd Fup