Date: Sat, 4 Sep 2004 13:36:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 25

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?

I think it's time to start winding this story down.  At least in this
section.  David isn't promiscuous, by any stretch of the imagination, so
there is no sense writing about orgies that never happened.  LOL

This chapter jumps ahead a little to an 8th grade David.  No real major
changes happen with David until then really, so I'll give you a brief
synopsis.  The camping trips continue, some with Neal and some not, the
'inflation of the balls' incident was the most that ever happened with him,
and he drifted out of Scouts, Scott soon following.  With the disappearance
of his patrol, David is soon voted in as Assistant Senior Patrol Leader,
with John as the Senior Patrol Leader.  David and his family move into the
new house, and he and Bobby don't really get a chance to do much more than
'rub each other' a few times - until October of David's 8th grade.  The
'evil Tony' also has a small part in a later chapter as well.

Now, David and Kelly - they have their ups and downs, like any friendship,
but their bond helps them through the rough times (sounds like a soap
opera, huh? LOL) they keep up their 'explorations' - the 'typical stuff' as
one reader put it in an email.  Mutual oral didn't happen all the
time....lol....more of mutual jerking.  The anal interest gets put on the
back burner - at least in David's mind, and they continue what they are
comfortable with.  They have become more comfortable with their feelings,
but they also begin to realize that there's a big scary world out there.

It's late September 1975, and times, they are a changin'.....

We join the story, already in progress....

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 24 - A Year Ago...remember.... :-)

David followed the boy out of the treehouse, thinking how much different
this was from when he and Kelly did it.  Bobby acted like it was no big
deal.  He shook his head, realizing that what he and Kelly, his boyfriend
(that word was coming easier), did was sort of special, and this was just
playing around.  Comfortable in that thought, he spent the rest of the
afternoon playing G. I. Joes with his new little friend until it was time
to go home.


UNDER PRESSURE 25 - Sunday Afternoon

"I don't understand what the big deal is, Kel," David said, laying beside
his friend under a tree in Kelly's backyard on Sunday afternoon.  "She's
cute."

"Yeah, but a dance?"

David snickered good-naturedly at his fretting boyfriend, "I don't know how
to dance either, but I'm going."

"I hate dances," Kelly moaned.

"Me too," David agreed, pushing himself up on one elbow to look down at
Kelly.  "But mom thinks it's great that girls asked US."

"Mine too, but....it's a DANCE."

"Yeah, so?"

"You don't understand, no one does," Kelly pouted, "It'll be embarrassing."

"You can be such a baby," David joked.

"Look who's talking," answered Kelly, a smile beginning to tug at the
corners of his mouth.

"So, we're both babies, will you be my baby, baby?" David giggled and threw
himself across Kelly's chest.

Kelly pushed him off with a laugh, "Already am.  Now get off before you
suffocate me."

David gave a quick bounce on Kelly's chest, getting an 'oof', then resumed
his previous position.  They had discussed this dance almost to the point
of exhaustion.  Both were extremely nervous in a social situation like
this, but the two girls had asked them to go earlier in the week.
Surprised at the unexpected invitation, they had agreed to go.  Well, David
had, and Kelly didn't want to look like the odd man out.

"Anyway," here was David's trump card, "we already said we would."

Sighing in resignation, Kelly nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess."

"At least we don't have to dress up in a suit, or anything like that."

"Good thing too," Kelly answered, "that would've made it even worse."

"C'mon, it's not like a funeral or anything, besides it might be fun,
and....free food," David said, poking Kelly's stomach.

"But what if they ask us to be their boyfriends?" worried Kelly.

"So?"

"Yeah, but I mean, you'd have to buy them things, hold hands in school, and
all that stuff."

"And....," David paused dramatically, "even maybe KISS them."

"Ugh," groaned Kelly.

David giggled, they had talked about this too.  Both boys thought it might
be ok, after all, they had had plenty of practice.  But definitely no
tongue, and NOT in the hall, in front of everybody, the teasing would be
too much to take.  They knew from experience since they had helped dish it
out a few times.

"Kel, you know I wouldn't mind if you did."

"I know, me too, but it would just be weird."

"Yeah, I guess, but it's not like you're getting married or anything."

"I know," groaned Kelly.

Poising himself to get away quickly, he said, "Just don't get her
pregnant."  Then he jumped to his feet and ran toward the woods, laughing.
Kelly leapt to his feet and gave chase, his bad mood broken.  He found
David sitting on a fallen tree, bent over catching his breath.  Lightly
smacking his friend on the back, he sat beside him as his breathing
returned to normal.

The boys looked at each other and grinned, shaking their heads.  Then the
mood shifted to one of seriousness.

"So, do you want a girlfriend?" Kelly asked.

"It would be ok, I mean some of our other friends have 'em."

"So, if we got girlfriends, would we be boyfriends anymore?"

"Why not?" David asked.

"Just wondering," Kelly answered, looking at the ground.

David sighed, "Kel, we're best friends.  You're like my brother.  But it's
different, you know?  I mean we're like boyfriends too.  I think that as
long as we're best friends, that won't change."  Then he snorted in
annoyance, "I don't know how to say it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  It scares me sometimes what would happen if
anyone caught us," Kelly shuddered.

David nodded, "Yeah, but they won't.  We just have to be careful, that's
all."


"Yeah," then he looked at David, "I like it."

"Me too," David grinned, putting his arm across Kelly's shoulders.

Kelly giggled, and said, "Even when you DO make a mess."

"Hey, I'm not the one who likes to use his cum to keep stroking afterwards,
THAT's a mess."

"Yeah, but it feels good, you should try it sometime."

"But I get sort of sensitive after I shoot, you know that."

"Poor baby," Kelly giggled, wrapping his arm around David's waist and
giving a squeeze.

"Yeah, yeah," smiled David, just enjoying the closeness.  He was hard, and
looking at Kelly's crotch could tell he was enjoying this as much as he
was, but it really wasn't the time or place.  Over the last year, they
seemed to become aware that it wasn't just about getting off.  This felt
just as good.

David looked around, then gave Kelly a short, but wet kiss.  "I love you,
Kel."

"Me too," murmured Kelly, "a lot."

They boys sat there another few minutes, then returned to the house.  When
they got there, they noticed David's car - well, his mom's car, in the
driveway.  Wandering in the back door, they saw their moms sitting at the
table chatting.  Both of them looked up as the boys entered, and Mrs. Sites
said, "We were wondering about you two, we thought that you got kidnapped.
But now that you're back, they must have realized how unlucky they were."

David's mom laughed, while the two boys looked offended.

"Well, we were just talking about the dance," David said, "you know, about
what to wear, and stuff."

"It's not for two weeks yet, you must be really looking forward to it,"
David's mom said, smiling at her son.

"I guess," answered David, shrugging.  Then he looked at Kelly, who started
laughing.

"Yeah, Dave, you just can't wait til you can kiss Sally."

"There will be no kissing on the first date," Mrs. Sites said, "you treat
those girls right."

"Mom, I was just teasing, David's a little nervous," then he broke out into
laughter again.

"Uh huh," was all David could get out, his face reddening.

"Well, it's no big thing," said his mom, "Now, we need to go."

"Ok," then turning to a still chuckling Kelly, he poked him in the stomach,
"see you later. you lady killer."

"Yeah, you wish you were, dontcha?" answered Kelly.

"Whatever," smiled David.  He said goodbye to Mrs. Sites, and they headed
home.

Pulling into their new driveway, they had lived here a year - but David
still thought of it as new - they were greeted with a shout, "Hey David,
where have you been?"

Turning, he saw Bobby walking up the driveway.  "Hey, Bobby.  I was at a
friend's house, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much, just riding my bike, wanna come along?"

Raising his eyebrows at his mother, she nodded and told him not to be too
long, they had school tomorrow.  He retrieved his bike from the carport
shed, and the two boys headed out.  Pedaling side by side, they talked
about school, TV shows, and just normal conversation for two boys riding
bikes.  Bobby had changed over the last year, for one thing he had grown a
few inches and was no longer pudgy like he used to be.  He also had lost
his fear that David was going to hurt him and not be his friend.  And, at
least when David was around, was no longer petrified of Tony.  This last
part had happened the first week of riding his new bus to school.  The
elementary and middle school kids rode the same bus, so David and Bobby had
the same bus stop.  They had walked up the road together, Bobby happy that
he maybe had some protection from Tony, and David glad he had someone he
knew with him.  Tony had waited until about the third day before he started
in on Bobby.

"Hey fat boy, see you found a new friend.  It's a wonder you have any
friends at all, since you stink."

Watching Bobby wilt under Tony's attack, he turned to the other boy and
said, "Why don't you leave him alone?"

"It's none of your business, new kid."  Then turning back to Bobby, "You're
just a roly-poly pig."

"Leave him alone," David said, "he didn't do anything to you, but you DID
do something to him.  It would be bad if your mom and dad knew about it."
"What are you talking about?  You don't know anything," retorted Tony.

Bobby was shaking his head at David, who saw it out of the corner of his
eye, and then answered, "You'd be in big trouble, you know exactly what I'm
talking about."  Then he reached down and grabbed his crotch.

Seeing Tony realize that the 'new kid' might just know what had happened
was quite the reward.  Staring at David, Tony grumbled, "I'll leave him
alone, but he's still fat."

Bobby was ecstatic.  David felt like he was going to puke - he hated that
kind of stuff.  He wasn't good at confrontation at all, but when someone
crossed the line, he could handle himself, he just felt terrible
afterwards.  Sliding into a seat toward the front, he looked out the window
as he felt Bobby slide in beside him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," David answered, still looking out the window, "I'm ok."

"Good," Bobby said, relieved, "and thanks, really."

"No problem, as long as I don't have to do that again."

After that incident, Tony had basically ignored them both.  Over the next
few months, he even began to be a little friendly.  Bobby ignored him, and
David was kind enough back, but they never went past that point.

David and Bobby had messed around a few times over the year, always in the
treehouse, and it had never gotten further than rubbing each other,
although Bobby finally agreed to finishing David off with his own hand.  He
was still fascinated with David's cum, but it remained as just a 'stress
relief' for the older boy, since Bobby didn't seem to be interested in
going further.  Of course, the treehouse wasn't just used for that purpose,
as a matter of fact, those encounters were few and far between.  They spent
most of the time up there playing 'war' or some other game.

Now, riding out the road, Bobby asked, "You wanna play war this weekend?  I
got a new BB gun."

"Cool, yeah!"

The boys rode for another half hour discussing the weekend plans, almost
losing track of time.  Looking at his watch, David realized that it was
getting close to suppertime.

"Hey, we gotta get back, don't want to get in trouble and, 'We have school
tomorrow'," imitating his mother's voice, making Bobby laugh.  They turned
around and started back, weaving around each other and imaginary obstacles,
enjoying the last few minutes of freedom they had left for the day.

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This chapter may be a little disjointed.  Had to cover a fair amount of
ground in a short time.  Hope it wasn't too bad. :-)

Please keep in mind that the boys are 14 now.  The social pressures and
expectations are a little different, especially when YOU are 'different.'
The next few chapters will be the last of Under Pressure - under the
heading of Young Friends, at least.  Life goes on, and boys grow up.

Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback.  Thanks!

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