Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2004 05:06:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 14

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.

Once again, thanks to all of you that have left feedback.  I got to
thinking over the weekend, and coupled with the 2 'it's boring' emails, I'm
going to try to speed things up a little.  Chapter 14 is an attempt to do
that.  Those of you who have followed the story thus far, let me know if
the change hurts or helps.  By now, you should know David, so skipping some
of the minutiae shouldn't be a problem.  Chapter 14 is set about 6 months
later than the end of Chapter 13 - after David and Kelly's b'days.  Now
they are both 12, and David's walls have pretty much been built.

Here is Chapter 14....

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 13

With tears in his eyes, and a stinging cheek, David woodenly went to his
room.  Ignoring Lynn's grin as she came out of the bathroom, he turned off
the light, closed his door as far as he could get away with, and got into
bed.  "It's not fair," he thought.  As he laid there, sniffling a little,
he came to a realization.  It was him, only him, and if they wanted to take
sides, then let them.  If they wanted him to 'grow up', he would.  He could
take care of himself.

Building walls takes energy, and as the wall went up, David drifted into
sleep.


UNDER PRESSURE 14 - NEW TERRITORY

March came in like a lamb that year.  David and Kelly's birthdays had come
and gone.  Being 12 wasn't that much different from 11.  In the last six
months, David had perfected his plan for his 'unfair' life.  He had decided
that the best thing to do was to be the most "out of sight - out of mind"
boy possible.  He focused on school work, turning most of his B's and C's
into A's and B's.  In Scouts, he began working more and more on merit
badges, the new Scoutmaster was pushing for a troop of Eagle Scouts, and
David was going to do his part.  At home, he was polite and
non-argumentative, unless something really affected him, then he would 'go
off' and, as usual, get grounded or spanked, but this was happening less
often.  He was being 'good."  Whenever Lynn would try to pull one of her
stunts to get him in trouble, he hardly ever responded, just stared her
down until she realized that her older brother wasn't taking the bait.
There were still flare-ups, but they were happening less often.  He was
becoming the 'perfect son.'

Kelly and he had continued their exploration, but hadn't really had the
'guts' to go any further than jacking each other off and frenching whenever
they had the chance.  Mr.  Severance, in their Family Life class, had gone
over "oral sex", which he referred to as "cunnilingus" and "fellatio" and
sexual intercourse.  These two subjects fascinated David and Kelly, but
neither one thought about how they applied to them, yet.  Each boy had
become comfortable with this relationship, Kelly quicker than David, but
both regarded it as a part of their friendship.  David even had a
'girlfriend.'  Colleen was a pretty girl, but quiet, which was fine with
David.  They never got past the holding hands and a peck on the lips stage,
but it was fun.  His parents thought it was 'cute' when they called each
other, and being one of the first in the small circle of his friends to
have a girlfriend, he was 'cool.'

John and David's friendship was still intact.  They hadn't 'done anything'
since the last camping trip.  They weren't the kind of friends that spent
the night at each other's houses, Scouts and school were the only time they
actually hung out.

Rick and David had 'made up,' sort of.  Never really good friends, after
David and Colleen had started going together, Rick had lightened up on his
attitude.  Now 'buddy-buddy', at least in Rick's eyes, he once again became
a regular visitor to David's locker in the morning.

"So, have you gotten into her panties yet?" came the usual question from
Rick.

"No," David replied softly, looking around for Colleen, "not yet."

"Man, I'd be there so fast, what's wrong with you?"

"Well, I've tried, but she stops me," lied David.  He had no desire to get
into Colleen's pants.  He thought it was just his age, but the more Rick
talked, he began to think it might be another reason.  The way Rick talked,
all the boys with girlfriends had made it at least to 'second or third
base' already.

"Oh man, that sucks," commiserated Rick, who didn't HAVE a girlfriend.
"You HAVE to tell me when you do, it makes me hard just thinking about it."

Snickering, David replied, "My mom would make you hard."

"Ewww, that's just gross."

Opening his locker to get his books, David saw a note on the top shelf.
Opening it, David read, "I want to break up.  Colleen."  He showed the note
to Rick, shrugged, and stuck it in his pocket.

Rick's look of concern turned into a small smile.  "Well, now since you two
aren't going together, maybe she'll go with me.  Catch up to you later."

As Rick walked away toward Colleen's locker, David felt a little weird.
Maybe he should be more upset than he was, but it wasn't like he and
Colleen were married.  He had enjoyed the time they were boyfriend and
girlfriend, but the only time they saw each other was in school, and
really, the phone calls were kind of boring after the initial rush, each
one too shy to talk about anything but school.  David shrugged again, "Oh
well," he thought, "like Dad says, there are other fish in the sea."
Walking toward home room, David crumpled up the note and made a three-point
shot into the nearest trash can.  "What a lucky shot," came a laughing
voice from behind.

A hand smacking his shoulder announced Kelly's arrival.  Smiling at his
friend, he replied, "No luck - skill."

"Yeah, yeah, surrrre."

Walking toward their classrooms, they passed by Colleen's locker.  Seeing
Rick there as David kept walking, Kelly turned to him and raised his
eyebrows.  David shrugged, "She broke up."

"Want to cry on my shoulder?"  smiled Kelly.

"No big deal, it's cool."

"If you say so," answered Kelly.  "Hey, Mom and Dad want to know why you've
been a stranger.  You haven't been over for a month."

"Yeah, been sort of busy," David answered, nodding his head back toward
Colleen's locker, playing it off.

"Well now you're not, and you owe me a rematch," Kelly said, referring to
the last time David had spent the night when he crushed Kelly's Big Red One
at Risk.  "How about this weekend?"

"I'll ask, shouldn't be a problem."  It seemed like David's parents were
now more willing to give permission for him to do stuff since his grades
had improved and he was doing well with his merit badges in Scouts.  His
plan seemed to be working.

"Cool," smiled Kelly, draping an arm over David's shoulders.  "and anyway,
we have to work on that science project.  Catch ya later."

The rest of the week passed like the weeks before, homework, reading,
playing 'the good son' at home, Scouts on Thursday night, and David, as
predicted, got permission to spend Friday and Saturday night at Kelly's,
since they were working on their project.  Kelly thought it would be a good
idea if David just took Kelly's bus home after school on Friday, that way
they'd have more time for their project.

Friday's bus ride was spent planning how they were going to build the
volcano they volunteered to do for their Science class.  By the time they
got to Kelly's, it was all worked out.  Racing in the door, they changed
clothes and went to the shed to find plywood and old newspapers to be used
for the paper mache shell.  Kelly's mom was home and drove them to the
store for flour, sugar, balloons, and salt peter.  After the typical family
supper, the boys retired to the shed to begin construction.  With the help
of Kelly's dad, the plywood was cut into a three-foot square and the paper
mache was mixed.  Leaving the boys to their own devices, Mr. Sites returned
to the house.

The boys blew up enough balloons to mostly cover the plywood, and give the
volcano the right shape, then began applying the paper mache.  Soon, their
volcano stood about 18 inches high and almost covered the square of
plywood.  The tedious job of paper mache'ing the shell was broken a few
times by paper mache'ing each other.  Twilight was falling when they
finally finished.  Stepping back to examine their volcano, they grinned at
each other and headed for the house.

Before they could set foot on the back steps, Mrs. Sites stopped them.
"You two are a mess," she laughed at the boys - their clothes, faces and
hands covered with flour and water paste.  "Don't even think about coming
in here until you're clean!"  She gave them a bucket of clean water, two
towels, and a stern look, "You are not dripping that stuff on my floor."

Giggling, the boys wiped the drying mixture off their faces and hands with
wet towels, the warm water soon becoming chilled in the March air.  Her
point made, she then allowed the boys to slip into the kitchen where they
stripped their messy clothes off down to their briefs.  With a swat on
their behinds, Mrs. Sites shoo'ed them upstairs to get more presentable.
In Kelly's room, David pointed and laughed, "Your hair looks like a cat
sucked it!"

"Yeah, I think we need a shower," Kelly grinned.  "You first."

Alternating showers, the boys were soon back in the bedroom setting up the
board, clad only in briefs, their conversation bouncing from subject to
subject until Mrs. Sites knocked on the door and told the boys to get some
sleep.

Kelly slid into his bed, followed by David.  Over the last few months, the
boys had become more comfortable going to bed this way, most of the time
David waking up in the morning in the same place.  It didn't seem to be a
big deal to Mr. and Mrs. Sites, who had, at one time or another, found them
sleeping in the same bed in the morning.  Shivering a little at the chilly
blankets, the two friends immediately moved closer to the other, sharing
body heat until the bed warmed up.  Remaining close, they began a whispered
conversation, which soon turned to the subject of Colleen and David.

"Sorry about you and Colleen," whispered Kelly.

"S'ok," answered David, shrugging again, "no big deal."

Kelly was quiet for a few seconds, then, "So did you two DO anything?"

David giggled, "We did it all."

"Yeah, right," accompanied by a poke to David's stomach.  "So how come
you're not all upset?  When Mike or Dale get dumped, they mope around the
house for a couple days."

David shrugged again, ever since he put his plan into effect, he seemed to
be doing that a lot.  "I dunno, Kel.  It's like it really doesn't matter."

"Oh," came the soft reply, followed by another few seconds of silence.
Kelly began slightly rubbing David's bare stomach with his palm.  "As long
as you're ok."

Turning his head to look at Kelly, David smiled, "Yeah, getting better."

Heaving a small sigh, "Good, you've been real weird lately sometimes."

"Yeah I know, sorry."

Turning on his side and propping his head on his free hand, Kelly looked
down at David with a serious look on his face, "I thought I did something."

Gesturing down at his blanket covered stomach, where Kelly's hand was still
gently rubbing, he replied, "You are."  Then he turned on his side, and
gave Kelly a chaste kiss on the lips as he began to run the back of his
hand up and down Kelly's stomach and chest.

"It's not funny, I thought you were mad at me or something."

Realizing this small backfire in his plan, David used his hand to push
Kelly onto his back, then leaning over his concerned face, he pressed his
lips against Kelly's.  Kelly's lips almost immediately parted and soon the
two boys were engaged in a tongue battle as intense as their earlier Risk
game.  Pulling away, he smiled, "Better now?"

"Yeah, I guess," Kelly sighed.

Sensing a game about to begin, David grinned to himself, and said, "Awww,
poor baby."  He then began to once again rub his palm over Kelly's bare
chest and stomach, feeling it tense and relax as he moved closer to his
goal.  "Better?"

"Some.  Did you do this with Colleen?"

"No way!  Rick was asking the same thing....every day."

Kelly finally giggled, "Ok, he can be a pain."  "Yeah, definitely."  Then a
small gasp from Kelly as David's hand slid over his brief clad erection.
"I'm really sorry if I made you think I was mad at you."

Kelly, still on his back, reached down and ran the backs of his fingers
over David's crotch, giggled, "Boner time."

"Not the only one," David whispered, sliding his hand into Kelly's briefs.

"Yeah," breathed Kelly.  By unspoken agreement, both boys removed their
briefs.  Now nude side by side under the blankets, their hands resumed
their explorations.  Over the last few months, when they had a chance to
mess around, each discovered that the longer they 'played' the better it
felt.

David firmly squeezed Kelly's shaft and stroked to the head, feeling the
typical wetness there, he whispered, "I think it's cool that you leak like
that.  Wonder why I don't?"

"Guess some guys do and some don't," Kelly answered.

"Yeah, I guess," whispered David then silently resumed playing with Kelly's
boner, once in a while cupping his balls in his palm.  Kelly in the
meantime had been sliding a fingertip up and down his friend's matching
boner, making David shudder every time he reached the head of David's
erection.

David turned on his side, pressing his hard dick against Kelly's hip and
started to slowly grind it against the smooth skin.  Closing his eyes, he
once again kissed Kelly, more firmly thrusting against his friend.  David's
mind was racing, this felt so good.  He had never gotten a boner while he
was with Colleen.  The thought of her as a sexual object never really
entered his mind.  So, maybe he WAS queer, he shrugged - again.  But he
liked girls, so maybe he wasn't.  The one thing he DID know is that Kelly
made him feel right, and he knew that Kelly felt the same.  He mentally
giggled as he thought, "And two rights don't make a wrong."  Switching his
parents' favorite phrase around.

Kelly's dick was leaking enough fluid that David's hand was slipping easily
over the shaft, making almost inaudible "snicking" sounds.  Hearing Kelly
begin to breathe heavier, he slowed his hand and soon stopped, just
fondling his friend's hardness.  Easing off of Kelly's hip, he once again
kissed his friend - "boyfriend?" (shrug).  Feeling his breathing return to
normal, David smiled at Kelly, who had opened his eyes, matching the smile
with one of his own.  It was weird, but something unsaid was said.  Both
boys seemed to feel it.  David lowered his head to Kelly's chest, resting
there, once in a while playing with one of Kelly's nipples, Kelly stroking
his back.

Working up his nerve, David raised the blanket at Kelly's waist and slipped
it higher, covering his head and Kelly's chest.  He felt Kelly's stomach
tighten as he slowly slid his face down Kelly's body.  The air under the
blanket had an interesting smell, a mix of arousal, sweat, and the sort of
tangy smell from Kelly's pre-cum.  David stopped his descent at Kelly's
stomach, looking at his friend's darkened erection, noticing the hint of
shininess on the head.  Kelly was motionless, he wasn't even breathing.
David had the quick thought of seeing just how long Kel could hold his
breath, but decided this really wasn't the time or place.  Steeling himself
to be totally grossed out, he slid a little lower and tentatively swiped
his of his tongue over the tip of Kelly's leaking dick.  An explosive
release from Kelly's lungs startled him, making him jerk away.  Finding
himself NOT grossed out, and no other reaction from Kelly forthcoming, he
once again slid back down.  He began to kiss the head of his boyfriend's
(?) dick, sliding his lips like he did when they kissed on the mouth, then
gave a lick to his shaft.  Not bad, he still couldn't believe he was doing
this, but it seemed like the thing to do.  Lost in the feeling and taste of
this new experience, he began to hear faint moans from Kelly, they didn't
sound 'painful' so he continued exploring Kel's dick with his tongue.  He
soon focused on the tip again, kissing it with his lips, when he felt the
blankets being thrown back, "Please, stop," came the whispered moan.

Thinking he did something wrong, David slid himself back up beside Kelly.
His questioning look was returned by a look he had never seen on his
friend's face before.  He didn't know what it was, as a matter of fact it
sort of scared him.  With a 'wild' look in his eyes, Kelly pushed David
onto his back, and slid on top of him.  Kelly kissed David, hard.  Almost
like he was going to eat him alive, David thought.  The feeling of Kelly's
head on his stomach brought him out of his thoughts, he didn't even realize
the kiss was over.  Kelly was stroking his boner slowly, at just looking at
it.  David, knowing the thoughts going through Kelly's mind lightly ran his
hand over Kel's back, gently squeezing his side.  He was waiting for what
seemed like an hour before he felt the wet swipe of Kelly's tongue on the
head of his sensitive dick.  "Oh man!" he thought, then all coherent though
disappeared as Kelly licked over his boner.  David, lost in his own little
world, slid his hand lower and started to rub Kelly's smooth buttcheeks as
his friend licked his harder-than-ever dick.  Then Kelly did something
unexpected, he opened his lips and slid them over the tip of David's
boyhood, closing them just behind the flare of the head, and started to
lightly lick.  This only lasted a few seconds before David was pulling at
Kelly's shoulder, "Stop!"

Kelly pulled off David's dick and slid back up beside him.  "That was
close, man," David whispered, still breathing heavily.  The boys kissed
once more (they seemed to never get tired of this activity), then by
unspoken agreement again, wrapped their fingers around the other's dicks
and began stroking.  It didn't take long, both boys were on the edge within
seconds.  With a muffled 'ugghnn", Kelly's dick pulsed in David's hand and
he came.  Once again, a small jet followed by dribbles running down over
David's hand.  Continuing to stroke, knowing Kelly loved the feel of his
slippery hand, he was soon following with a release of his own.  He felt a
couple drops land on his stomach as the rest oozed over Kelly's now stilled
hand.  Both boys stopped their movements, laying still as they recovered
from what seemed to be their strongest orgasms yet.

David, recovering first, reached down for his discarded briefs, wiping
himself up, then turning to Kelly, who was still sort of out of it.
Half-smiling, David wiped Kelly's cum from his stomach, his own hand, and
started on his now soft dick.  As David was cleaning him up, Kelly gave a
gasp as the briefs gently wiped over the head of his dick and oozed another
drop or two of cum which was absorbed by the white fabric.  Tossing the
used briefs to where he thought his bag was, David slid his arm under
Kelly's neck, hugging him to himself.  As Kelly finally began to relax
again, he whispered, "Wow."

"Yeah, double wow."

"Why'd you do that?" whispered Kelly, both boys on their backs, eyes
closed.

"I dunno, wanted to, I guess, remember Mr. Severance's talk on fellatio?
Guess I wanted to know what it felt like, and the only way I could think
of, was to do it to you first."

"I liked it."

"Me too, a lot, I thought I was going to cream in your mouth."

"That would have been a little gross," came the whispered reply.

"Yeah, but I tasted yours," David smiled, giving a hug to Kelly's
shoulders.

"Huh?" then realizing what David meant, "Oh yeah, guess maybe I owe you."

"Maybe, but no matter what, it still felt great!"

"Yeah, I want to do that some more," sleepily whispered Kelly.

"Me too, it wasn't as gross as I thought."

"Yeah," breathed Kelly, fighting sleep.

"We better get our underwear back on before we both go to sleep naked,"
giggled David, slowly losing his own battle against exhaustion.

"Yeah," Kelly mumbled pulling on his briefs, while David quickly slid out
of bed to his bag to get another pair.  He pulled them on, and by the time
he got back under the blankets, Kelly had turned on his side away from him
and was breathing slowly and deeply, sound asleep.  Spooning against his
friend's back (shrug), he wrapped one arm over Kelly's waist and soon
followed his friend into dreamland.


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Well, there ya go, the next step.  The roller coaster ride is far from over
though.  But, trust me, there's more ups than downs.  As I was writing this
chapter, I thought back to the same experience with my "Kelly," and the
words seemed to flow.  I guess it's always easier to write when you're
'inspired." :-) The only difference between the two experiences was that in
real life we took the term "blow job" literally...lol.  We soon learned the
difference between figurative and literal language.  Remember the last line
of the movie "Stand By Me?"  If you don't, you've got homework, because
that last line (on the computer screen) is SO true.

You'll have to excuse some of the terms I use.  I guess it's a personal
thing, because somehow, I can't think of a 12-year-old's penis as a 'cock.'
LOL Of course, then you get into trying to think of other words, which is
an experience all to itself.  Oh well, life goes on and today will be gone
by tomorrow.

Just a final 'curtain call' before I leave the stage.  To Jim, Mike, Chris
and Jared, and Phil, too - if you're still out there, you all don't know
how much I appreciate 'talking' with you.  Peace and my love (is that what
it is?) to you all.

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

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