Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 18:37:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure - High School 32

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Let's see: 1.  If it's illegal - don't read this.  2.
If you can't accept it - don't read this.  3.  If you're underage - don't
read this.  4.  It's mine - don't distribute without permission.  5.
Characters and events bear an uncanny resemblance to people I grew up with
and stuff I went through - ooops. ;-) That about covers it.

More Chad in this chapter, all you Chad fans!  lol

Once again, THANKS to all of you who are enjoying the story.  Gonna wind it
down in the next couple of chapters, sorry to say.  Need to move onto some
other ideas I've had.

Here's Chapter 32......

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 31

"Sounds cool," David replied.  "I'll see you later, maybe Monday, if we
have school."

"Okay, Dave," then Kelly paused.

David grinned, "Yeah, I know, me too."

Kelly chuckled on the other end, said his goodbyes and hung up the phone.
David returned the receiver to the cradle, and went back into the living
room.  He lay on the sofa and slowly drifted off into a nap.



UNDER PRESSURE/HIGH SCHOOL 32 - Second Chances

"If this keeps up, we're gonna finally have a white Christmas," Sean
observed, looking out the window Friday morning.

Steve began to warble 'White Christmas' in his best Bing Crosby voice -
which wasn't all that good.  His off-key voice, coupled with the fact he
didn't know all the words, sent the other five into bouts of laughter.

"Don't quit your day job," Kelly joked.

Steve put on an offended air, "I'll have you know that this voice has been
classically trained."

"Yeah," Sean retorted, "Classically trained to suck."

After another round of laughter, the friends settled into talking about the
upcoming holiday break.

"So whatcha gettin' the squeeze?" Jim asked Steve.

Steve blushed a little, "Well, I don't know yet.  Money's sorta tight."

"Just don't sing to her," Jim advised.

Steve grinned, "Maybe that's what I'll get her.  A promise not to sing to
her."

"A gift that keeps giving, that's nice," smiled Sean.

"So what's everyone doing for vacation?"  David asked.

"The typical family thing.  Gifts, pigging out, and sleeping," Mark
answered.

Each one of them had almost the same response, albeit with different
variations to the main theme.  The bell rang for home room, and the boys
started heading for their classrooms.

"Hey, you're babysitting tonight, right?"  Kelly asked David.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I asked mom about the 'problem'," Kelly answered.  At David's
prompting, Kelly explained what his 'research' had discovered, and David
slipped it into the file drawer in his brain.

"Sounds easy enough," he replied when Kelly was finished.  "I think the
Murray's are going to tell me some stuff too.  With all that info, it
oughta be okay."

"Yeah, well have fun, and tell Chad I said hey," Kelly said.

"No sweat, and thanks Kel."

The day passed quickly, snow still falling in spurts throughout the day.
The roads were still bare when David made his rounds after school, dropping
off his friends.  He arrived home, and started on his homework until it was
time for him to head to the Murray's.

At the Murray's earlier request, he arrived about half an hour before they
were to leave to get 'briefed' on Chad's possible problem.  The three of
them sat in the kitchen, Chad and his sister still in their rooms.

"Chad has a tendency to sleep too soundly," Mrs. Murray informed David.
"Especially if he's wound up just before bed.  He just doesn't wake up when
he has to go.  And probably, it's a good idea not to let him have anything
to drink before bed."

"Okay," David agreed, comparing the information from Kelly with what he
just heard.  "What about waking him up during the night?  Like an hour or
two after he goes to bed."

"That might help too," answered Mr. Murray.  Then he laughed, "But I'll
warn you, he doesn't like to be disturbed."

"Me either," David chuckled.  "I just heard that would work too."

"Well, there isn't really a wrong way," Mrs. Murray added.  "And you did
well last time, not giving him a hard time about it."

"Well, he felt so bad, I really didn't want to yell or anything."

"My mother yelled at me when I did it."  Chad's father grinned at David's
expression, then continued, "I used to wet the bed too, but I outgrew it
when I was around six.  But I can remember her yelling, and making me sleep
in the wet bed a couple of times to punish me."

"Gross," David observed.

"Yep, it sure was," Mr. Murray agreed, then glanced at the clock, then at
his wife.  "We ought to go."

Calling down Chad and Cindy, their parents gave them hugs and were out the
door.  David smiled at Cindy and Chad, "Well, what kind of trouble are we
going to get into tonight?"

"Cindy wants to watch Christmas movies," Chad complained.

Cindy blushed a little, and retorted, "Well, it IS Christmas."

"Well, I sorta like those movies," David added, smiling.

Chad sighed, "Okay, I guess we'll watch Christmas movies."

David chuckled and poked Chad's ribs, "You'll survive."

Cindy looked through the TV Guide as David sat on one end of the sofa.  The
two youngsters argued a little over what they were going to watch, then
settled on 'Miracle on 34th Street' first.  Joining David on the sofa, the
three of them began to watch the movie, interjecting comments as the movie
went on.

"Do you believe in Santa Claus?" Chad asked David.

"Ummmm, depends," answered David, not sure of the correct response.

"I don't," Chad stated.  "It's mom and dad who put the presents under the
tree."

"Well, I sorta believes that he's like a spirit or something," David
offered, then seeing the confused look on Chad's face, he continued.  "Not
like a ghost or anything, more like a happy feeling you get.  So I guess
he's not real, cos you can't touch him, but he's there that way."

"Oh," Chad said, then sat back with a pensive expression.

David looked at Cindy and shrugged, he was sort of embarrassed about
talking about his feelings on Christmas in front of them, and had tried to
answer the question as best he could.  Cindy smiled and shrugged back, then
they turned their attention back to the movie, which was almost finished.

When the movie ended, Chad left to go to the bathroom as Cindy looked for
another movie.  Looking at the clock, David decided it was still early
enough to have a snack and drink, and headed for the kitchen.  He was
joined by the two kids and they rummaged around the kitchen, deciding on a
bag of pretzels and soda.  They returned to the living room, settling once
again into their former positions.  As the movie began, David asked Cindy,
"You sure this is a good idea?"  The movie she had chosen was "A Christmas
Carol," and David was a little concerned over the 'ghost' parts, especially
the Ghost of Christmas Future.

"Why did you say that?" Chad asked.

"Well, there's ghosts and all in it," David answered.

"I'm not scared of ghosts," Chad scoffed.

"Okay, then, Scrooge it is."

David loved this movie.  He was totally engrossed and soon found Chad had
slid next to him.  "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," replied Chad.

"Okay, not scared are you?"  David asked in a joking tone.

"Told ya I'm not scared."

"Cool," David replied, and returned to watching the movie.

It was almost 10:00 when Scrooge finally discovered the true meaning of
Christmas, and Tiny Tim had given his blessing, and David advised Chad and
Cindy to get ready for bed.  After some friendly moans, they went upstairs.
David waited until he heard the bustling cease from upstairs, then went up
to check on his charges.  Cindy, once again was already in bed with the
light out, and David said his good night and walked to Chad's room.

Chad also was in bed, and grinned as David came through the door.  He
tossed the covers back quickly, showing David he was clad in only his
briefs.

"No PJ's?"  David smiled.

"Nope, you said that you don't wear 'em, so I'm not wearin' 'em anymore
either."

David laughed, "Well, what I didn't tell you is that I sleep naked."

Chad's eyes opened wide and David's statement.  "You do?  Well, I'm not
gonna."

David walked over to the side of the bed, and sat down on the edge.  "Just
teasin' ya."

"Oh," Chad replied then grinned.  "No way am I sleeping naked."

David chuckled and patted the boy's chest.  "Well, good night, Chad."

Once again, Chad raised himself to give David a hug and a kiss on the
cheek.  "Night, Dave.  Ummm, I promise that I won't make a mess tonight,
okay?"

"Well if you do, we'll clean it up, man.  No big deal, okay?"

"I guess," Chad responded, then lay back down.

David gave the boy a warm smile, and rose off the bed to go back
downstairs.  He turned off the overhead light, slightly closed the bedroom
door, leaving the hall light burning as a night light.  He went back to the
living room and started watching another movie.  He looked at the clock,
the Murray's wouldn't be home until almost one, and it was only 10:30, so
he settled back on the sofa, watching "It's a Wonderful Life."

About halfway through the movie, he left the living room, and went upstairs
to Chad's room.  He quietly approached the bed, and bent down to gently
shake Chad's shoulder.

"Hey, Chad, wake up a sec."

Chad mumbled a little then rolled onto his side, away from David.  David
sat on the edge of the mattress and shook his shoulder again, "Hey, Chad."

"Hmmm?"

"Chad, wake up man, time to get you to the bathroom so you don't make a
mess."

"Don't wanna, don't hafta go," came the mumbled reply.

David smiled a little.  Chad DID hate to have his sleep interrupted.  Then
he rolled the boy over to face him.  "C'mon, man, it'll only be a minute."

Chad sleepily slitted one eye open.  "What are you doing here?"

David softly laughed, "C'mon, you need to go into the bathroom, okay?"

With quiet mumbling, Chad sat up in bed, and sleepily leaned against David.
"I don't hafta go."

"Well, it'll probably be a good idea, Chad," David responded, sliding his
arm around the boy's back and under his arm.  He stood up, dragging a still
almost unconscious Chad to his feet.

Chad leaned heavily against David as he guided him down the hall to the
bathroom.  When they got to the bathroom, David left the light off since
the glow from the hallway light lit the room.  He guided Chad to the
toilet, raising the seat as Chad fumbled with his underwear, his eyes
closed.  Chad fumbled a few more seconds then gave up with a sigh.  Then
David noticed Chad relax even more and a wet spot begin to appear on the
front of his briefs.  Moving quickly, David moved behind Chad, sliding his
underwear down in front, and automatically directing Chad's boyhood toward
the toilet.  The first part of Chad's stream missed the bowl and spattered
on the back of the seat, then David got control and stood there holding
Chad as he relieved himself.  As he was finishing, Chad came fully awake
with a gasp.  He tried to pull away from David, but he tightened his grip
on Chad's waist, keeping him pointed toward the toilet.  Chad finished
pissing with a hitching sigh, and David shook the last drops of the end of
the boy's dick, and gave a slight hug.

"What'd ya do that for?" asked Chad.

"Thought it might be a good idea, man.  Didn't want you to pee the bed
again," David responded, still hugging the younger boy from the back,
releasing the grip on Chad's dick, and placing it on his shoulder.

"Oh," replied Chad, then he reached down to pull up his briefs, discovering
the wetness in the crotch.  David felt him tremble a little, then he
stepped out of the wet briefs.  "I still peed myself."

"Not really," David assured Chad quickly, "You just couldn't get your
underwear down cos you were still almost asleep.  So I had to do it, and I
was a little bit late.  But most of it made it into the toilet, man.
That's good."

David felt Chad's trembling cease as he said, "Thanks, Dave."

David hugged the boy tightly again, "S'ok, man, but you oughta wash off a
little, and get into a fresh pair of briefs."

"Yeah," Chad replied, pressing back into David briefly, then softly
giggled.  "You can let go now."

"Oh, yeah," David chuckled nervously.  "Sorry."

"It's okay, but I gotta wash off."

"No sweat, I'll get another pair of underwear for ya."

"Thanks," Chad replied, soaking the washcloth in warm water and beginning
to wash his groin.

David walked back into Chad's bedroom, and retrieved a pair of dry briefs,
and returned to the bathroom as Chad was finishing up.  He handed the
briefs to Chad, who pulled them up, then slowly turned around to face
David.  He didn't understand the boy's hesitation until his glance moved
across Chad's briefs.  He grinned at the little tent evident in the white
cotton and shrugged.

"Happens all the time, man."

"I guess," Chad replied softly.

Trying to ease Chad's discomfort, David suggested Chad return to bed.  Chad
led the way, sliding into bed after running his hand over the sheets,
checking for any wetness.

"Told ya," David smiled at the boy.

Chad grinned back and yawned, resting his head on the pillow.  "Can I ask
ya something?"

"Sure man, anything you want," David answered, sitting on the edge of the
mattress again.

"Well," Chad began, and David saw his cheeks flush.  "Ummm, never mind."

"C'mon Chad," David smiled, "what is it?"

Chad rolled away from David and mumbled, "Well, you were holding my thing.
No one's supposed to touch me there."

"And?"

"Well, I'm not gonna tell mom or anyone, okay?"

"That's cool," David replied.  Then he added, "Anyway, I was just helping
you out, didn't want you to pee yourself, and you were still asleep."

"Well, ummm, how come it got stiff?"

David laughed quietly, "Hey, it just felt good, that's all.  It does that
when it feels good."

"Well, ummm..."

"Chad, c'mon.  We're friends aren't we?  What else?"

"Ummm, well, it got stiff when I was thinking about you holding it while I
peed," Chad admitted, still rolled away from David.

"So?"

"It's wrong."

David put his hand on Chad's shoulder.  Chad began to jerk away, then
relaxed.  David thought a bit before answering.  "Did it hurt?"

"No," Chad replied softly.

"Does anyone know?"

"Just us."

"You gonna tell anyone?"

"NO!"  Chad exclaimed in a loud whisper.

"Me either."

"So, it's still wrong.  Alex says I should get stiff when I think about
girls."

"Do you?"

"Sometimes."

David chuckled, "Chad, you're still a kid, even I can't control mine
sometimes."

Chad slowly rolled back over, "You can't?"

"Nope, different things feel good to different people.  That's all.  It's
no big deal."

"I thought you'd be mad.  I mean it got stiff when we were swimming, and
then now, I thought you'd think I was weird."

"Nah," David dismissed.  "It's cool, man.  I don't care."

"Well, okay," Chad answered, then smiled.

"You cool now?"  asked David.

"Yeah, I guess."

David dramatically looked around the room, then lowered his face closer to
Chad's.  "It feels even better when you rub it when it's stiff."  Then he
grinned.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you oughta try it sometime."

Chad yawned widely, "Maybe sometime.  I'm tired."

David gave a quick kiss to Chad's forehead.  "Night, man, think you'll be
okay now?"

"Yeah, night Dave," Chad answered then rolled back onto his side.  David
stayed put until he heard Chad's breathing deepen as he fell asleep.
Gently squeezing Chad's shoulder, he rose and made his way back downstairs.

He was just drifting off, when he heard the Murray's pull into the
driveway.  They quietly opened the door, shaking off the snow, hanging
their jackets on the coat rack beside the door.

Mrs. Murray walked into the living room, "Any problems tonight?"

"Not really, I woke him up a little while ago and took him to the bathroom.
It was close, so there's a pair of underwear in the bathtub.  He didn't
really go in them, just started."

"Knowing Chad," Mr. Murray chuckled, "You probably had to do everything for
him."

David smiled nervously, "Well, yeah, sorta."

"Don't worry about it David, if we didn't trust you, you wouldn't be here,"
Mr. Murray smiled.  Then immediately changed the subject.  "The roads are
getting pretty bad, it's been snowing all night.  Think you can make it
home okay?"

"Probably, if I take my time.  It's not that far."

"Well, give us a call when you get home, okay?  We'll stay by the phone so
it doesn't wake up the kids."

David smiled, "No sweat, thanks."

"Here you go David," Mrs. Murray said, sliding a ten-dollar bill in his
hand.

"Thanks, you guys really don't have to pay me you know.  All I do is sit
around and watch movies and stuff."

"True, but it gives us a chance to get out of the house," Mr. Murray
chuckled.  "You'll see what I mean one day."

"I guess," David laughed, putting on his jacket and opening the door to see
his car covered with about two inches of snow.  "Guess I'd better get home.
Thanks again."

"Thank you, David.  Be careful driving," Mrs. Murray said.

"I will," David replied over his shoulder.  He brushed off the car windows
with his sleeve, got in and started the drive home.  When he pulled into
the driveway, a light was still on in the kitchen.  As he approached the
door, it opened and his mom was standing there with a relieved look on her
face.

"See you made it home in one piece," she said.

"Yeah, I took my time.  Glad there wasn't anybody else on the road," David
smiled tiredly.

"Well, get to bed, you look tired."

"Yeah, I was fine until I got here.  Guess I was a little nervous driving."

"Takes a lot out of you sometimes," David's mother agreed, turning off the
lights as they made their way back toward David's room.

"Well, night mom.  And thanks for worrying I guess," David smiled.

"That's a mother's job," she smiled back.  "Good night."

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Well, that's the last chapter for the week.  I've got a completely free
weekend ahead of me - finally - and plan to enjoy vegetating, after I do
laundry, clean house, and all that stuff.  lol

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