Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2004 17:35:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure - High School 03

STANDARD 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.

REALISTIC DISCLAIMER: Be safe....

The title of this chapter comes from an email I received from Jim.  Loved
the pun and decided to use it.  Thanks.  Gotta give credit where credit is
due.

I thought this was a good time to introduce David and Kelly's group of
friends in a more personal manner.  I've mentioned them here and there, but
now the group has gelled into one that lasts through graduation.

Jim: 6' 0" (!), about 140, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, 14
Sean: 5' 6", about 150, cropped blond hair, green eyes, 14
Mark: 5' 10", also about 150, curly brown hair, brown eyes, 14
Steve: 5' 4", about 100, straight blond hair, blue eyes, 14

To those of you that are just joining this broadcast already in progress,
you should probably read "Under Pressure" in the Young Friends section
first.

Fup


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FROM CHAPTER 2

"Alright then, finish your homework.  See you tomorrow."  He got off the
chair and left, closing the door behind him.

David, still somewhat surprised, laid back on his bed, picked up his book
and resumed his reading.


UNDER PRESSURE/HIGH SCHOOL 3 - It's The Pits

During the next week and a half, David's life settled back into its normal
'school days' routine.  Classes, homework, and hanging around with his and
Kelly's small group of friends.  Every once in a while, during the school
day, they would notice another freshman or two with wet hair as the
'baptisms' continued.  Their friends had been some of the first to suffer
through the 'toilet torment', as Steve called it, and sympathized with the
latest victims.

Steve was a new addition to their band of friends.  He was one of the kids
from the neighboring town that bussed their high school students to the
high school, not having one of its own.  On about the third morning of
school, he had walked up to David and Kelly's group of friends, leaned back
against the lockers, and said, "You guys suck."

The other five boys had jerked in surprise then Jim, a little peeved,
asked, "Yeah, so why are you here?"

"'Cos you guys don't suck as much as some of the other people around here."

The original group of five started laughing, soon joined by Steve, who
couldn't keep a straight face any longer.  "Seriously, man," he said, still
smiling, "you don't, or if you do, then you hide it well.  At least you
don't go around shoving people's heads in commodes."

"Well, we use the urinals," Kelly laughed.

"That's just...nasty," Steve replied, shuddering dramatically.

The boys returned to leaning against the lockers, watching the passers-by,
when Steve asked, "So what do you locker loungers do for fun?"

"Rape and pillage, mostly," answered Sean, grinning.

"I knew I picked the right guys," Steve answered.  "So who's first?"

A group of sophomore girls walked by, and Steve raised his eyebrows at
Sean.

Sean appeared to think a bit, then asked the opinion of the rest of the
group.  Receiving negatives from all involved, he turned back to Steve and
shrugged his shoulders.

Steve just laughed and said, "You guys really need to work on your social
skills."

"What social skills?" asked David.

The six of them continued to joke around like this until the home room bell
rang, and they split up to head to their classes.  The days slipped into
the weekend, and the end of David's grounding.  The six of them had planned
on heading to the park and playing some softball on Saturday.  Steve was
unsure of whether he could make it, since he lived too far away to ride his
bike.  Sean solved the problem by asking his parents if they would pick him
up, and Steve was happy to accept the invitation.

"It'll be so great to drive," Steve moaned on Friday after school, while
waiting for their busses, getting enthusiastic nods from the others.

"Yeah, David will be first," agreed Jim.  "Then he can play chauffeur."

"Yeah, right, as if my parents would let me drive you guys around," smiled
David.

Looking around at the other boys, Steve turned to him, "Well, we're
offended."  Then he put his fist against his chest, and leaned heavily back
against the wall, "You hurt me deep, Dave."

Laughing at Steve's antics, David replied, "Well, we don't have to worry
about that until summer anyway, I can't get my learner's until June anyway.
And Kelly can get his in July."

"Road trip plans will be made," Mark chimed in.

"Whatever," David answered, grinning.

Their busses arrived, and the "Locker Loungers" went their respective ways,
"See ya tomorrow"'s thrown all around.

Saturday, after David completed his mowing and other chores, he rode to the
park to meet the others for their planned softball game.  It was always
easy to find others hanging around to fill out two teams, and if they
couldn't, it was "Pitcher's Poison."  Today there were enough spectators to
field full teams.  As the game went on, the 'strangers' and David's friends
loosened up around each other and it turned into a friendly, but
competitive game.  As they had always done, David, Kelly, Sean, Mark, and
Jim had brought enough change to buy sodas for the 'additional members.'
It really seemed to be appreciated by those they asked to play, and ended
the game on a friendly note.  Kelly, noticing Steve's expression, walked
over to him, tossing him a quarter, "Hey, man, buy yourself a soda."

Steve smiled wanly and said, "Sorry, man, didn't think about bringing any
money."

"S'ok, just don't let it happen again," laughed Kelly, then wandered back
to the table, joining in the good-natured conversation about the game.
Steve came back with his soda, somewhat subdued, but soon was participating
wholeheartedly in the discussion.  David noticed this change in Steve's
demeanor, but as the boy began to become his old self again, pushed it to
the back of his mind.

As the rest of the afternoon passed, the 'softball crowd' began to dwindle
as boys left to go home in ones and twos, thanking them for the sodas and
offering their services for the next game, whenever it was.  Soon the crowd
was down to David's friends and two other boys, chatting away as if they
had known each other for years instead of hours.  As it got later, this
group started breaking up, and David gladly accepted a ride home from
Mark's mom, since it was getting late.  During the ride, Mark was his
normal silent self, and his mom babbled constantly, also normal.

After thanking Mark's mom, and giving his friend a soft punch on the
shoulder, he waved as they backed out of the driveway and headed home.
After briefly telling his parents about his day, he took a shower, slipped
into clean, sweat-free clothes and relaxed in front of the TV the rest of
the evening.

Monday came too soon - doesn't it always?  David slipped back into the
routine, looking forward to the weekend's camping trip he and Kelly had
planned.  During the past week of school, patterns started to emerge to
David as the six Locker Loungers spent more time together.  One
particularly intrigued David.  The five of them had always bought lunch,
preferring to take their chances with the mystery meat the school served
rather than suffer through the 'lunch packing' routine.  This had nothing
at all to do with what their mom's would stick in their bags, however.  The
friends had learned that lunch packing consisted of retrieving your brown
bag out of your locker, only to find it smashed against the rear wall of
the locker by some joker.  After happening throughout middle school, they
had learned that it was just safer to buy, and the practice continued on
into high school.  Steve seemed to either always brown-bag it (sometimes
his bag was about an inch thick after being 'packed') or not eating because
he forgot it.  There seemed to always be a moment of tension right at the
beginning, but soon they were rolling at their newest friend's antics.

Another thing that was weird about Steve was the conversation David and
Kelly had with Sean, soon after the Saturday softball game.  Always
curious, they had asked Sean where Steve actually lived.  The response from
Sean was that he really didn't know, since they had agreed to pick him up
and drop him off on a street corner supposedly close to where he did live.
Kelly and David talked about this and Kelly brought up about the soda on
Saturday.  Throughout the week they were able to catch their friends
without Steve being around and compare stories.  None of them thought Steve
was poor or anything, he always dressed nice and stuff.  So that wasn't it,
but they didn't want to come right out and ask him - teenage pride is a
tenuous thing.  Jim was first to start bringing his lunch, soon followed by
the rest of them.  It got some strange looks and teasing from Steve, but
they brushed it off as a saving of limited allowance funds.  After the
first time or two of having their lunches 'packed,' they purchased
combination locks from the school office for their lockers.  Nothing else
was ever said about the lunch change, and if Steve happened to forget his,
they would all chip in so he could buy, or 'donate' extra food from their
lunches.  David guessed Steve had figured out their plan by now, but he
never said a word about it until months later when the boys found out he
didn't get an allowance.

The week passed by in a blur of classes, papers to write, experiments to
perform, and the now typical Locker Lounger repartee.  On Friday, Mark
brought up the possibility of another softball game, and all agreed with
Kelly and David begging off due to their camping trip.  After Steve began
peppering them with questions, they laughingly told him to come try to find
them.  Steve looked at the other three and they decided that the four of
them would try to find the place after the ball game.  Plans finalized, the
boys were ready for the welcome break when the final bell rang on Friday.

Later that evening, David and Kelly tramped off to their (Dale's) camping
spot at the ore pits.  Arriving at the clearing, they set up the tent,
cleaned out the fire pit and went to gather wood for the fire.  They had
decided on an earlier trip, that what the parents didn't know wouldn't hurt
them, and a fire had been a staple of further trips.  It was getting
twilight by the time the camp was set up, the fire burning, and their
stomachs were full.  Leaning back against a log, the two boys sat with
David's arm draped over Kelly's shoulders, and Kelly's hand on David's leg.
The two boys quietly watched the fire as it burned.

"So, strip poker tonight?" David teased.

Kelly chuckled, turning to face David, "I think we've out grown that, don't
you?"

Feigning a look of utter disappointment, David sighed, "Damn."

"Awww, poor baby," Kelly replied, "I know what will make it better."  Then
he leaned into David, and placed a wet kiss on his boyfriend's lips.

David sighed again, "I guess that's better."  Then he grinned.  "I know
what would even make it more better."  Then he was up and dragging his
sleeping bag out of the tent.  He unzipped it all the way, spreading it out
on the ground where he had been sitting, and wrapping himself in it.

"Who do you think you are, Chief Sitting Bull?"

"Absolutely, white man.  Me heapin' big time chief."

"You heapin' big pile of bull," laughed Kelly.

David flipped open the bag, and gestured to Kelly, "C'mere......squaw."

Kelly stood up, and giggled, "Sorry Chief Pile of Bull, this ain't no
squaw."

"Prove it," David laughed, "Dare ya."

Defiantly, Kelly looked around and started stripping.  David was a little
surprised, but even more pleased and....aroused, as his boyfriend took off
his clothes.  Kelly was down to his briefs and stood up straight, cupping
his cloth-covered erection with his hand.  "Does this look like squaw
material to you?"

"Hmmmmm," David teased, his own dick hard inside his shorts and briefs.

Kelly snorted, then pushed his briefs down, "How about this?"

David smiled as he looked at his naked boyfriend standing in front of him,
Kelly's erection curving to the left at full mast.  In a falsetto voice, he
advised, "You'd better cover yourself, you'll catch your death of cold."
Then in his normal voice, he advised, "Better get in here, before the
mosquitoes suck you dry."

Kelly smiled and walked over to David, sitting down beside him.  David
pulled the bag back up over them, it WAS getting a little chilly since the
sun went down, and put his arm back over Kelly's naked shoulders.  Kelly
fidgeted a while before asking, "Ummm, aren't you a little uncomfortable?"

"Who me?  Nah," David joked.

"Well, then guess I'll get dressed again."

"I kinda like you naked, Kel."

"Tit for tat," came the response.

"Well, if I must," David laughingly complained.  He stood up and stripped
off his clothes, sliding naked back in beside Kelly.  "Better?" he asked.

"Much," Kelly agreed, sliding his hand down to David's erection and giving
it a gentle squeeze.

David returned the favor, brushing his palm over Kelly's leaking head.
Then the two boys were intertwined in a long, wet lip lock.  As they were
kissing, David leaned harder into Kelly, pushing him over flat on his back,
draping himself over Kelly's warm body.  Raising his head, he looked over
at the fire, then into Kelly's face, "This is nice, ya know?"

"Yeah, nice," he replied with a grin as he pushed his hips up, sliding
their hard dicks against each other.

David lowered his head once more, kissing his boyfriend's lips then moving
slowly lower, paying attention to the boy's hard nipples.  Kelly's hands
were sliding over David's back as his breathing quickened.  David moved
lower, kissing Kelly's stomach, then moved further down to his ultimate
goal.  The air under the bag was getting real warm and smelled of Kelly's
body and precum.  Without hesitation, David slipped his lips over Kelly's
hardness and slowly began sliding his boyfriend's leaking dick in and out
of his mouth.  Kelly was quietly moaning as David sucked him, running his
fingers through his boyfriend's hair.  David slipped a finger into his
mouth beside Kelly's dick and wetted it, then slid it down over Kelly's
balls.  Kelly spread his legs as he felt David's wet finger slide down
toward his pucker and gently push against it.  David continued orally
pleasing his boyfriend as he played with Kelly's hole with his fingertip,
every once in a while pushing the tip inside, then pulling it back out to
circle around it again.  Both boys still needed more than spit as lube and
were conscious of how far they could go without hurting the other.

David continued sucking and playing with Kelly's ass for a few more minutes
until the air got a little too stifling under the bag.  He worked his way
back up Kelly's body, replacing his mouth with a hand on Kelly's curved
dick.  As David stroked the damp hardness of Kelly's erection, he
whispered, "Wanna go in the tent?"

Kelly breathed, "No," then took David's boner in his hand, "take too much
time."  He began stroking David rapidly, then dived under the bag, taking
David's dick into his mouth.  David rolled onto his back as Kelly mouthed
his dick, giving the same attentions as David did to him earlier.

"Kel, man, I'm getting close.  Back off or you're gonna get a mouthful."

If anything, Kelly redoubled his efforts, surprising David.  They had only
cum in each other's mouths once before, and neither had really liked the
taste and spit out the slimy, slightly salty releases.  Now it seemed like
his boyfriend was going to do it again.  David threw back the bag covering
Kelly's head bobbing in his crotch and watched as Kelly kept sucking, one
hand playing with David's balls and the other with his ass.

"I'm cumming, Kel," David hissed, and felt his body tense as Kelly pulled
his mouth off him as he started to shoot.  After David's initial forceful
shots, Kelly once again wrapped his lips around David's dickhead, sucking
the trickling aftershots into his mouth.  David felt Kelly swallow, then
resume sucking on the head.  David took it as long as he could, then
whispered, "Kel," and pushed on the top of his head.

Kelly gave one last tongue swipe over David's dick, then slid back up
beside him.  He grinned at the sweaty face of his boyfriend, then kissed
him.  David, eyes closed, responded to the kiss, burying his tongue inside
Kelly's mouth.  He tasted a trace of his cum and started to pull back, but
then mentally shrugged, and continued the kiss.

Kelly broke the kiss, and grinned down at David, "Like that?"

"Are you kidding?  I'll be lucky to have balls left."

Kelly giggled softly and put his head on David's chest, he could hear
David's pounding heart slow down as he recovered, then David was pushing
him onto his back and diving down of his still hard dick, sucking for all
he was worth.  The warm mouth on his dick, coupled with David's hands
fondling his balls and stroking his ass, soon had him on the edge.  He
moaned a warning to David, then he was there.  David kept his mouth on
Kelly's spasming dick, taking the first shot into his mouth, then pulling
off and letting Kelly shoot the rest on his stomach while he continued
stroking him.  He swiped his other hand across Kelly's stomach, collecting
his cum, then switched hands.  His cum-slick hand stroked a few more times,
getting Kelly's typical second small orgasm soon after the main event.  He
kept stroking until Kelly put a hand over his, stopping his motion.

"Dave, man....," he sighed.

David giggled and replied, "I know, you sure do like making a mess, don't
you?"

"Ummmm hmmmmm," Kelly mumbled.

David gave his recovering boyfriend a brief kiss, then got up and gingerly
walked to the tent barefooted, getting a canteen.  Returning to the
sleeping bag, he grabbed his shirt and made it damp, then started cleaning
himself up, then gently doing the same for Kelly.  Both shivered as the air
cooled their damp skin, and David re-covered them with the top part of the
sleeping bag, pressing close to Kelly's warm body.  As they warmed up
again, Kelly opened his eyes and pushed David onto his back.  Then he once
again laid down in his typical head-on-chest position, gently playing with
David's now soft dick.

David rubbed Kelly's shoulder and upper back, stating the obvious, "Love
you Kel."  He felt the boy's mouth smile against his skin, and Kelly gently
squeezed his dick, mumbling the response.

"Me too."

They laid there a few minutes, then David said, "You know, we should get in
the tent, we'll get eaten alive out here."

"Yeah, I need some sleep, that wiped me out."

Making sure the fire was banked and gathering their discarded clothes, the
boys walked barefoot and bareassed to the tent, each slipping inside and
into their own bags.  David leaned over, inadvertently cracking his
forehead against Kelly's who was doing the same.

They started laughing as they rubbed their foreheads, Kelly saying, "Man, I
didn't know that a good night kiss could be so dangerous."

"We just have to coordinate better next time," David replied, "Now stay
there."  Then he leaned into Kelly, giving him a wet kiss, "Night Kel."

Kelly wrapped his arms around David, responding, "Night Chief Pile of
Bull."

David laughed and pushed Kelly away, giving him a swat on the shoulder.
The boys settled into their bags, and as the night sounds surrounded them,
fell asleep.

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