Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 05:08:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 11

DISCLAIMER: Let's see: 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.

Kelly's physical description: 11, 5' 4", about 110, brown wavy hair, green
eyes.

And, THANKS to those who are leaving feedback.  Don't be shy about
contacting me, I honestly don't bite...nibble, maybe, but not bite.

Here is Chapter 11....

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 10

Watching his friend slide into his bag, Kelly thought something was
missing, but was too tired to think too long about it, "Night Dave," he
whispered.

"Night Kel," came the sleepy reply from the floor.

Within minutes, both boys were sound asleep, each slipping into the place
of dreams, and tonight, in their dreams, they weren't alone.



UNDER PRESSURE 11 - The Call Of Nature

Saturday morning dawned hazy and humid, but the boys missed it.  David
awoke when his stomach decided that it needed food, and his bladder,
relief.  He laid there stretching, working out the kinks that always seemed
to happen in a sleeping bag, then slid out and stretched again.

His bleary gaze was drawn to his best friend.  Kelly was still asleep, on
his stomach, with his head turned toward David.  The blankets were lying in
a heap at the foot of the bed, Kelly was a very 'active' sleeper.  David
just stared at the half-naked boy, thinking of the previous night.  He
wondered how Kel would be today.  Well, he didn't wonder, he worried.
Taking in his sleeping friend, from the messed up hair to the sexy, brief
clad butt, he wanted to remember this picture if things worked out badly.
His mental picture refreshed, he opened the door, and walked to the
bathroom to take care of some bodily functions.  He was brushing his teeth
when a thought invaded his head.  "HIS SEXY BUTT?" He gaped at himself in
the mirror.  "Where did THAT come from?"  Totally distracted, he finished
brushing his teeth, and headed back to his sleeping friend.  Quietly
closing the door behind him, he looked again.  Yes, it WAS a sexy butt, he
really didn't have anything to compare it to, but....Pushing that
interesting thought out of his mind, he grinned...evilly.  Kel was always a
sound sleeper and his mom always said he could sleep through a tornado.
Well, that tornado was about to strike.

Backing up to the door, to give himself the maximum head start possible, he
ran and leapt on the bed, landing on top of his oblivious victim.  The
impact jarred Kelly from his slumber.  Now that the victim was groggily
coming into the land of the living, the tornado intensified.  Fingers
curled, David dug them into Kelly's sides.

"Aaaaaaargh!" yelled Kelly.

The tornado continued its attack, tickling fingers moving up Kelly's sides
to his armpits.  The victim, writhing on his stomach under the full force
of the attack, began to react.

Trying to get away from David's fingers, Kelly slammed his arms down to his
sides and began to hump the bed, trying to throw his attacker off.
"I'm.....going...to....kill...you!" he gasped laughing.
"I'm...going....to...make...you...wish...you ...had never....AAAARGH," as
the fingers found his ribs again, "...been....born!"

While attacking Kelly relentlessly, David thought it was a GOOD thing that
Kelly woke up in a good mood, otherwise his threats would have real
meaning.  Downstairs, Kelly's mom, smiled to herself at the noise coming
from her youngest son's room.  She knew exactly what was going on.  The two
boys had become almost inseparable over the years, and she was glad they
had each other as friends.  She made no move to stop the horseplay, the
house wasn't going to fall down, if something got broken, it got broken.
She gave a soft chuckle as she turned on the stove to fix the boys
something hot to eat for - it was noon - lunch.

Back up in the storm zone, Kelly had managed to flip himself on his back
under David and was trying his hardest to assume a dangerous, threatening
look.  Unfortunately, he was also extremely ticklish, and couldn't hold the
thunderous look he wanted between the howls of laughter.  David, sitting on
his haunches on Kelly's stomach - a leg on each side holding Kelly's arms
down, was sneering into Kelly's face, punctuating his words with jabs to
Kelly's ribs and stomach,
"But...(ribs)...I...(stomach)...have...(stomach)...been...(ribs)...born..(rapid
fire from ribs to stomach and back again)."

Squirming under his friend's attack, Kelly managed to gasp,
"Your...mom...may...have....brought...you....into...this
world....but....I'm....going....to take...you...out!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," David giggled, "and just how are you going to do that,
seems like I'm winning here."

Kelly managed to extricate an arm from under David's leg and grabbed hold
of David's crotch.  "Like this," he snarled playfully.

Surprised at the move, David gasped, giving Kelly the break he needed.

Yelling triumphantly, he reversed positions, still holding David's brief
covered family jewels.  Grinning down at his surprised friend, he chuckled
evilly, "Told ya!"  He gave a gentle squeeze to David's jewels, then dug
his fingers into David's ribs.  If Kelly was ticklish, David's ribs were
his downfall.  Breathlessly screaming in laughter, David was lost.  He
couldn't get away, he almost couldn't breathe, as he was able to get his
breath, he yelled, "OK!.....I....give....."

Kelly's hands stopped their attack, and just rested on David's heaving
sides.  Both boys were grinning widely, recovering from their fun.  David
noticed a look flit across Kelly's face and began to get serious, "What's
wrong?"

Staring down at his trapped friend, Kelly quickly lowered his lips to
David's, briefly pressing them together, then leapt off the boy and rushed
to the bathroom, yelling back over his shoulder, "Nothing!"

David lay there, stunned.  He guessed he didn't have to worry about how
Kelly was feeling.  He was still in the same position when Kelly returned.
Laughing, Kelly said, "Hey, you're free, what's wrong goob, still feel the
revenge of the king?"

Grinning, David reached down and cupped his crotch, "You could say that."

"THAT wasn't revenge," laughed Kelly, then more seriously and in a lower
voice, "THAT was fun.  Now let's get dressed and get some grub."

The smell of cooking wafted into the room, and like any normal boys, drew
them - now clothed in shorts and t-shirts - to the kitchen.  Kelly's mom
was just putting a big stack of pancakes on the table, to go with the
bacon, scrambled eggs, and hash browns when they entered.  Putting her
hands on her hips, and glaring at the two boys, she said, "Well, it's about
time you two decided to make yourselves social."  Then, unable to hold it,
her glare was replaced with a smile, "David, I see - or hear - that your
usual routine worked again."

David grinned back, "Yeah, Kelly's just a big ol' wuss."

Kelly cuffed David on the back of the head, and replied, "Yeah, showed you
who was boss this morning."

Chuckling at the repartee between the two boys, she joined them at the
table.  As the boys were inhaling their food, she sipped her coffee, still
amazed at the amount of food the boys could eat.  "What are your big plans
today?  Or should I say, what kind of trouble do you have planned, so I can
notify the police department ahead of time?"  Swallowing his mouthful of
hash browns, Kelly said that they'd go to the ore pits and mess around,
since it was so hot.

The town the boys lived in had once been the site of a pre-revolutionary
iron furnace.  As long as they had know each other, and were able to go
exploring on their own, the boys had explored the furnace ruins, and one
day, by mistake, had found large quarry-like pits in the ground about half
a mile away.  There were four of these pits ranging in depth from 20 feet
to almost 70 feet, and in their explorations they had discovered old
lengths of railroad rail, and an old locomotive boiler.  Their curiosity
about this "cool stuff" led them to the library where they found that these
pits were the iron ore quarries for the furnace, and that a railroad had
been built from there to the furnace to deliver the ore.  The 'ore pits' as
the boys now called them were a constant source of interest.  Even though
now choked with trees and undergrowth, they were still navigable enough for
Kelly and David to explore.  In Scouts, David had learned the basics of
first aid, and treatment of snakebite.  In the area they lived, it was a
necessity.  So, both sets of parents were confident that the boys could
take care of themselves unless something really serious happened.

"Ok," she answered, "just be careful."

"Moooooommmmmmm," Kelly whined, "we knowwwww."

Smiling at her youngest, she said, "I know you know, if I didn't trust you,
I wouldn't let you go, but it's my job to say stuff like that, now git!"

Finishing up their 'breakfast,' the boys went to change into jeans and
boots, wrapping long- sleeved shirts around their waists in case they ran
into some heavy underbrush.  Kelly's dad had given him an old army knapsack
that they filled with the necessary items for a day at the pits, candy
bars, extra socks, water, and the snakebite kit.  All ready to go, Kelly
kissed his mom on the cheek, and headed toward the door.  "See ya later,
mom."

"See ya, Mrs. Sites," grinned David.

She ruffled his hair, smiled, and replied, "Be careful.  Your parents would
kill me if anything happened to you, young man."

"No sweat, it's cool."

Watching the boys head out across the road on their latest adventure, she
was struck at how well they got along.  It was like they were completely in
sync with the other.  What one didn't know, the other did.  They had a
tendency to finish each other's sentences.  She knew in her heart that
they'd take care and look out for each other.  Her only worry was that they
would stop being friends because of some stupid thing.  Through later
years, her fears were put to rest, the boys remained best friends through
their first two years of college.  But for now, they were two 11-year-old
boys off on a big adventure.

The boys took their normal route to the pits.  They used the culvert
underneath the state highway to get to the state park on the other side.
From there, they struck out along the highway, walking on the far side of
the guardrail until they got to the old railroad grade that now dead-ended
at the highway embankment.  They followed the old line to the first pit.
The air was a lot cooler here, and the boys managed to get down into the
bottom of the pit without breaking into a sweat.  Chatting about everything
and nothing, they wandered along the bottom of the pit until they reached
their first landmark.  At some time or another, someone had taken a long
piece of rail and wrapped it around a tree trunk.  The rail stretched about
15 or 20 feet on either side of the tree then was buried in the ground.
The boys had taken a camp shovel along one time to try to find the end, but
after digging for about 15 minutes without finding the end, they gave up -
wondering at reasons for someone doing something like that.  It was here
they took their first candy break.  Milky Ways and ice water always seemed
to taste better out here.  The only sound was that of birds and the almost
unnoticeable drone of the cars on the highway.  Still theorizing about the
rail they struck off again, climbing a small rise that separated this pit
from the next.  They stood at the top of the slope and looked down to the
bottom of the second pit, about 50 feet below.  Looking to their left, the
boys noticed that the waterfall that had been here the last time had dried
up, leaving a rusty channel to the bottom of the pit.  When they worked
their way to the bottom, they found the air humid and thick.  No breeze
blew into the bottom of the pit, and the leaves were still.  Both boys
commented on the eeriness, then started toward the old boiler.  Along the
way, they shed their t-shirts, trying to alleviate the heat.  Reaching the
boiler, Kelly scrambled up on it's side, struck a muscleman pose and
yelled, "I'm the king!"

David giggled at his friend's antics as he joined him on top of the rusty
hunk of metal.  Resting comfortably side by side, drinking and munching,
they resumed their conversation of what it must have been like 'in the old
days' at the furnace and pits.  Soon, the water had worked its way through
Kelly's system and he interrupted their conversation to take a leak.
Turning somewhat away from David, he unzipped, and started relieving
himself into a hole in the side of the boiler.  Turning his head, he said,
"You're the train expert, steam locomotives used water right?  Well, I'm
giving it some."

David laughed and replied, "Yeah, but you're putting it in the wrong place.
Goob."

Kelly grinned at his still-sitting friend and half-jokingly said, "Well,
then, Mr. Expert, why don't you show me where to put it?"  He pinched off
the flow and turned to face David, "I dare you."

Now most everyone knows that those three words to an 11-year-old are the
most challenging words ever uttered.  No red-blooded boy can resist that
challenge without putting his reputation in danger.  David half-grinned and
pointed to another hole in the boiler, "Right there."

He had an idea of what Kelly wanted him to do, but his shyness had
returned.  "Not like that," Kelly answered, "I might pick the wrong one."
His voice still held the challenging note.  "And if you don't make it soon,
I'm just gonna pee on you."

Giving a dramatic sigh, David got up and walked toward Kelly.  "Ok, ok,
jeez, some people can't do ANYTHING for themselves," he smiled.

He could tell Kelly was suffering some discomfort from holding it in and he
definitely didn't want that stuff on him.  He didn't think Kelly would do
something like that, but he also hadn't thought Kelly would do what he did
this morning either.  Using that as justification to his questioning head,
he got behind Kelly and pushed him over to the hole he had pointed out.
"Now which one is it?" asked Kelly.

"It's the only one there," answered David, starting to enjoy the game.

"Yeah, but it's sort of small, and you know how hard it would be to direct
this big thing," shaking his dick, "to get my piss into that little hole."
Looking at Kelly's face from behind, David could see the shit-eating grin
plastered on Kelly's face.

Heaving an exaggerated sigh, David reached around Kelly's waist and
replaced his friend's hand with his own.  Kelly sighed and said, "Thanks."

David was getting into the playful mood now, and the 'evil' part of his
mind was kicking into gear.  Still pinching off Kelly's flow, which to
Kelly was becoming VERY uncomfortable, David teased, "Well, come on,
thought you had to go."

"If you would let me, I would.  If you keep holding it in like that, I'm
probably going to end up shooting it out of my butt.  That wouldn't be
pretty."

Dramatically sighing again, David eased his grip on Kelly's dick, and
guided his stream toward the hole in question.  The relief from the release
caused Kelly to sigh and relax back against David.  The boys stood there,
naked back to naked chest, David's hand on Kelly's dick, as the stream
slowly died to a trickle then stopped altogether.  Even though it felt
weird to David to be like this, it also felt sort of right.  Kelly must
have felt the same way, because he stood there, not saying a word.  David
felt the piece of flesh in his hand start to firm up as Kelly joked, "You
know, you DO have to shake it."

David giggled, and said, "Well, if I shake it more than three times, I'd be
playing with it."

Kelly answered in a half-serious tone, as the tube of flesh lengthened in
David's hand, "Then you'd better shake it four times, huh?"

Surprised, David unconsciously began to squeeze and fondle his friend's
hardening dick.  Kelly sighed and leaned more heavily back against David,
closing his eyes.  David finally realized that Kelly really enjoyed this,
and he wasn't just doing it to make David happy.  He continued to play with
Kelly's now-hard dick, when Kelly jerked and gasped.  "Ouch!"

Fearing that he had somehow hurt Kelly, David snatched his hand away.
"Darn zipper bit me," Kelly chuckled, "and anyway it's a little
uncomfortable standing up."  He spread his shirts out on the warm metal,
telling David to do the same.  Once the shirts were spread out, he pushed
David down on his butt, and slid back between his knees, his back once
again against David's chest.  Unbuttoning his jeans, he raised his butt,
slipping them and his briefs down to his ankles, slightly spreading his
legs.  David wrapped his arms around the sweaty torso of his friend,
running his hands over the slippery skin until he reached his goal.

As David began to stroke again, Kelly gave a slight moan and rested more
heavily against his friend.  David used his right hand to stroke Kelly's
dick, while his left explored the loose sac.  He fondled Kelly's balls as
he stroked him, hearing Kelly's breathing start to turn ragged.  David
nestled his head on Kelly's shoulder as he stroked faster.  Kelly soon was
squirming in David's grasp, his quiet gasps interspersed with words like
"yes", "oh", "good."  David felt Kelly tense, felt the balls in his hand
draw up, and then Kelly was there.  David watched the slit in the head of
Kelly's dick spit his release.  Two spurts of whitish liquid then clearish
dribbles over his fingers.  David kept stroking Kelly's now slippery dick,
the slime making squishing sounds as he moved his hand.  A kind of bleachy
odor wafted into his nose, and then he heard Kelly moan and tense again.  A
few more drops of clear liquid oozed from Kelly's dick and he collapsed
back against David.  Panting, Kelly put his hand over David's, stopping his
movements.  Wrapping his hands across Kelly's heaving stomach, he idly ran
his fingers through Kelly's cum, waiting for his friend to settle down.

Feeling Kelly relax, he tightened his arms slightly around him then
loosened them, still keeping them draped lightly around Kelly.  Eyes still
half-closed, Kelly said, "Man, Dave, that was the greatest!"  David smiled
and squeezed Kelly again.  It was weird, here he was in the middle of the
woods, after just jacking off his sweaty friend, arms wrapped around him,
and he felt that he didn't have a care in the world.  Normally a sweaty
body was gross to David, and Kelly WAS sweaty, but it didn't smell like his
dad did when he sweated.  It smelled like Kelly.  Not really sweet, but not
gross either.  He shrugged, and turned his brain off.

Kelly was coming back down to earth when he felt David shrug, "What's
wrong?" he asked, sort of worried.

"Nothing, just thinking," responded his friend.

"You think it's bad don't you?"

David didn't answer right away, which increased Kelly's worry, this was it
- he had just ruined their friendship, thinking that David's lack of
response was bad news, his head dropped forward.  He didn't feel David's
arms still around him, or the closeness of their sweaty bodies, he was
still there but Kelly's young mind didn't take any of that into
consideration, his imagination was running down the road, and if David
didn't answer soon, he'd just leave.  David, on his part, was rapidly
thinking.  After re-starting his brain, he thought about what Kelly said,
"You think it's bad."  That was it, he just didn't know.  He didn't know
what to think, no one had told him how he was supposed to feel, or even
worse, answer that question.  While lost in thought, he noticed Kelly's
body tensing, like he was ready to bolt.  He had to say or do something,
but he didn't know what to say.  But he did know what to do.  He tightened
his arms around Kelly, and whispered, "Don't you even think about going
anywhere."  He felt Kelly relax a little, the immediate fear of him
escaping pushed to the side - for the time being.  Kelly started to turn
around, but David re-tightened his hug, not allowing it.  What he had to
say to his friend was something he was too embarrassed to do face to face.
He heaved a sigh and began, his voice stumbling at first, but becoming
stronger as he went on.

"First of all, you're my best friend, right?"  A silent nod from Kelly.  "I
can't see how anything we do can be bad - except maybe teasing little kids
or you marrying my sister."  Giggles from both boys.  "I don't know how to
answer that Kel, I don't.  I know it feels good and we like it.  Your mom
said one time that if you're not hurting someone, and it feels good, how
can it be wrong?  I think she was talking about her diet or something."
More giggles.  "I don't think it's bad.  I think it's fun.  And I've always
had fun with you."

David sniffed, the fear of Kelly bolting had really affected him.  And he
REALLY wasn't sure what to think.  He was only 11 ("almost 12," he
thought).  This stuff was grown-up stuff to worry about.  So he answered
the only way he knew how.  Now the ball was in Kelly's court.

Kelly, ever the jokester, turned to face David.  "Does this mean you're my
boyfriend?"  He grinned.

"You can't be," replied David, and seeing the look on Kelly's face, added,
"You're going to marry Lynn."  This last comment was made accompanied by a
laugh and an attempted crab walk away from Kelly.

David didn't get far, as Kelly, realizing his pants and underwear were
still around his ankles, grabbed at David's legs, and pulled him back
toward him.  Grinning, Kelly unfastened David's jeans, and wrapped his
fingers around the loosened waistband.  "Now if YOU try to get away, you
land on your bare butt on the ground," Kelly laughed.

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" challenged David, grinning down his
legs at the smiling face of his friend.

"Yeah, I would," replied Kelly, yanking David's jeans and underwear down to
make his point.

"Well, ya got me, whatcha gonna do now?"

Kelly looked up across David's naked body, and said, "I think torture is in
order."  Then he blew his breath over David's bare crotch.

Giggling, throwing one arm across his eyes, and in a bad falsetto voice,
David answered, "Please don't hurt me."

Serious now, Kelly looked up again and said, "I couldn't."

"I know."

Kelly began to move up David's exposed body.  When he was face to face,
David leaned forward and kissed him.  Kelly smiled and kissed back.  Soon,
their mouths opened and they were kissing deeply, tongues sparring.  Then
Kelly pulled his face back, and looked down at David's now hard dick.
Kelly giggled, "Is that a hot dog in your pocket, or are you happy to see
me?"

David snorted, looking down at himself, "Well, since I don't seem to HAVE
any pockets, I guess I'm happy to see you, goob."

"Well, then I think I'll just say hello."  With these words, Kelly slid
back off David, bringing his face to within inches of David's boyhood.
Holding it up, he began talking, "Well, hello, little Dave, my name is
Kelly.  I hear you're happy to see me."  Then as is waiting for a response,
he looked up at David's grinning face, and asked, "What?  Is he deaf, or
just rude?"  Receiving only a giggle as a response from David, he then
said, "Well then I guess I'll just have to choke it out of him."

David collapsed back when he felt Kelly's hand gently circle his dick.
Kelly kept up his inane monologue for a few minutes, but receiving no
encouragement from David, who was lost in the feeling of being jerked off
by his best friend, soon quieted and concentrated on his close-up view of
David's dick.  Watching carefully as he stroked, he tried to give as much
pleasure to David as he had received earlier.  His other hand was lightly
stroking David's ball sac when he heard David gasp.  His attention now on
the head of the dick he was stroking, Kelly held his breath waiting for
what he knew was about to happen.  He didn't have to wait long, he felt
David's dick get even harder, and felt his toes curl against his sides as a
jet of cum erupted from David's dick.  The single jet turned into a dribble
as Kelly continued to stroke his friend.  Then remembering from last night
how sensitive David got after he came, he stopped stroking, just holding
the slimy dick in his loosened fist.  David heaved a sigh as his breathing
started again.  Raising his head, he looked down at Kelly's grinning face,
inches away from his crotch.  After he recovered a bit more, he giggled at
Kelly, "You'd be in deep trouble if I farted right about now."

A look of disgust came across Kelly's face, "You better not, or next time I
will piss on you."

"Maybe next time," giggled David, "I feel too good right now."

Kelly slid up next to his friend and gently kissed him.  This kissing was a
cool thing.  Almost better than the other stuff.  Then he laid down on his
back next to his friend.  Their relaxation was brought to a sudden end by
the sound of something moving through the brush.  Panicked, both boys made
themselves decent, hurriedly checking to make sure things were like they
were supposed to be.

The intruder soon appeared.  "Dammit, Dale, you scared the heck out of us!"
yelled Kelly at his oldest brother.

Grinning, Dale replied, "I only do what I mean to do.  Mom said to come
find you, she's starting to fix dinner."

Looking at his watch, Kelly realized they had been at the pits for almost
four hours.  Telling Dave the time, the boys got their gear together, and
the trio started off home.  David and Kelly somewhat subdued, but still
chatting, and Dale herding them toward home wondering if he should say
anything.

Thinking about the reaction if they arrived home this way, he tapped David
on the shoulder.  When Dave had turned to him, Dale quickly used one of his
hanging shirt sleeves to wipe the trickle of cum off David's belly.
David's reaction was priceless.  The original perplexed look turned to one
of realization, to one of embarrassment, to one of fear.

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.

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