Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 05:06:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Fup Duck Subject: Under Pressure 7 DISCLAIMER: This story contains scenes of (gasp) sexual situations between (double gasp) boys. If this is not your cup of tea or is illegal in your reality, leave now. The steamy, unedited version can be purchased for the incredibly low price of a buck two ninety-eight at a convenience store near you - just look for the flashing blue light. What a bargain. Seriously tho, you know the routine. And, THANKS to those who are leaving feedback. Without further ado, here is Chapter 7.... Fup ****************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER 6 Satisfied he hadn't made an enemy, David wandered back to his bunk. Some of the boys crowded around excited about the event, but all David wanted to do was forget about it. He half-heartedly joked with the other kids until it was bedtime. The previous evening's activities had been pushed from his mind by the 'excitement' of the boxing incident, all he wanted to do was sleep. UNDER PRESSURE 7 - Home Again But sleep wasn't on the agenda. At least for a little while. He had to know what was going on with John and Scott. His curiosity had overridden common sense, and to be honest, he was getting hard thinking about John and his younger brother 'messing around." He didn't quite know how to bring it up, but he was sure it would be a topic of another whispered conversation. Soon after lights out, he heard movement from the bag beside him and John whispered, "Did you like what we did last night?" "Yeah," answered David, "it was sweet." "Wanna do it some more?" The question was followed by John's hand sliding across into David's bag - which he had left unzipped, just in case. Feeling John's hand touch his hip, David shivered and answered, "Yeah." Then he slid his briefs down to his knees again, waiting to feel the other boy's hand on his now hard dick. John slid his hand over Dave's hip and wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of his boyhood. Dave silently sighed and slid his hand across the distance between the two bags and found John's dick as hard as his own. Both boys began to stroke slowly, barely moving. Once he had grasped John's boyhood, David said, "Yours is bigger than mine." He stopped his stroking and used his thumb and forefinger to measure his hard dick, then held them up for John to match it with his. John was a little bit longer, not by much, but still bigger. David was a little disappointed, but John said, "It's ok, Scott's way smaller than you." Taking this opportunity to have his questions answered, David slid his head closer to John's ear and whispered, "You and Scott do this?" "Yeah," John answered, "we just started a couple weeks ago, we both like it. He can't shoot yet though. But he gets the feeling." "So what all do you do?" "Just play with each other, sometimes he gets on top and we rub our dicks together, when I shoot, he keeps sliding and calls it 'rolling in the cream'," John giggled. "Neat," answered David. The mental picture of Scott rubbing John off and the reality of John's sliding hand began to have the desired effect and David felt himself start to tense up. John felt his friend tense and stopped stroking. "Why did you stop?" David whined in a whisper. "Wait a little and I'll start again. It'll be better." After a few seconds, John put his free hand on top of David's and stopped his movement, "That was close, hold up a little bit." After the feelings had subsided, John removed his hand and started stroking David's cock again. Following the other boy's lead David responded the same way. The boys stroked and stopped a few more times until both were quietly panting. "Go for it," whispered John. Taking the cue, David began stroking John in time to John's movements on his almost sore dick. The constant starting and stopping had worked both boys to the edge and it only took a few strokes before both boys reached the peak of pleasure and deposited their 'slime' on each others' hands, John cumming first with David a few strokes behind. The intensity of this orgasm left David almost comatose. "Told ya it would be better," John whispered. "Man," was the only thing David could verbalize. John giggled at his friends' response, and handed him the t-shirt he had used to clean himself up. Then both boys pulled up their briefs, zipped their bags up and drifted off to sleep. Sunday morning arrived wet, foggy, and miserable. The mood of the boys matched the weather, and it seemed to take forever to get packed up, and the gear loaded in the vehicles. Most of the boys napped on the way home, whether due to the weather or extra- curricular nighttime activities, no one was telling. After unloading the vehicles at the scout building and storing the gear, John's dad once again played chauffeur and dropped David off at his house. Before leaving the car, David looked at John and smiled tiredly, "I had a good time," then got out of the car. Retrieving his gear from the back of the wagon, he stopped at the driver's window, "Thanks for the ride Mr. Michael." "No problem, David, glad you had a good time," smiled John's dad. John tiredly responded from the back seat, "See you in school tomorrow." Standing on the carport, David waved as the car backed out of the driveway and disappeared down the road. His parents' car wasn't on the carport, they were still in church, so David went to retrieve the extra key from under the brick placed around the back corner of the house. Lifting the brick, he discovered the key was gone. Throwing the brick back on the ground, he resigned himself to sitting on the doorstep until his parents returned from church. He was really too tired to be angry, and he ended up falling asleep leaning back against the door. About 15 minutes later, he was awakened by his parents' car pulling into the driveway an onto the carport. His dad, ever the concerned father figure, roughly asked, "Why the hell didn't you go inside? Or do you like sitting outside in the damp?" "The key's gone," answered David. After checking for himself, in later years David would realize that his dad never believed most of what he said, his dad unlocked the door and the family went inside, his parents and sister to change, David to unpack. During this time, Lynn "discovered" the spare house key in her "Sunday-Go-To-Meeting" purse. She took it to her parents with the explanation that she must have forgotten to put it back the day before. Hearing this exchange, David thought, "Yeah right. I guess she was carrying her purse around yesterday." His mood and tiredness got the better of him, and he made a mistake, "Yeah right, Lynn - you just took it so I couldn't get in when I got back!" "David, we will NOT have you accusing your sister of something that she didn't do!" yelled his mom from the bedroom. Changed, she stalked into David's room and continued, "That comment, mister, just earned you two days without privileges, and if you don't like that, I'm sure your dad would have a different punishment." David was about to answer back, but thought that two days grounding was better than a spanking from his dad, and cut his reply to, "Yes, ma'am." "Oh, Kelly called yesterday," his mom said, in a kinder tone. "When I get done this stuff," David nodded to the half-empty backpack, "I'll give him a call." "I think not," replied his mother, "you're grounded, you'll see him in school tomorrow anyway." Defeated, David returned to unpacking his gear. Afterwards, a nice hot shower removed the weekend of grime and some of the tenseness from his body. Washing his crotch, he thought back on the weekend, and how he wished he had a little brother like John. Tired out from the weekend's activities, "Little John" wasn't interested in playing, and to be honest, all David wanted was a nice long nap before supper. Slipping on a pair of sweat pants after drying, he wandered out to the kitchen, grabbed a couple of Pop Tarts and a glass of milk, and returned to his room. Finishing his brunch, he curled up in bed and was soon asleep. ****************************************************************************** Well, another boring chapter down the tubes. :-) In the next chapter, you will become better acquainted with Kelly. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback. Thanks! email: fupduckmd@yahoo.com AIM and Yahoo: fupduckmd Fup