Date: Fri, 6 Aug 2004 12:49:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 0-1

                         UNDER PRESSURE
                         by: fupduckmd


OK, the normal disclaimers apply.  If you cannot tolerate the fact of young
boys in sexual situations, don't read this story.  The author and/or Nifty
is NOT responsible for those under 18 reading this submission - and that's
all I can say about that.  This story is fiction, but like any good fiction
there is a grain of truth (sometimes a whole beach).  I do not proclaim to
be a good writer, just a normal guy with interests that modern day society
frowns upon.  UNDER PRESSURE is the property of the author and should not
be used without the author's permission.

This is a story of discovery, based on personal experiences, and the names
have been changed to protect the guilty.  While not an autobiography, it is
somewhat autobiographical.  I sincerely hope that what "David" goes through
will strike a chord with some.  Any questions or comments should be
directed to: fupduckmd@yahoo.com.


UNDER PRESSURE - PRELUDE


David knew he was different, he had known since he was about 8.  But what
it was exactly, he hadn't a clue, just that it was there.

David was born in a small town just north of the Mason-Dixon Line and grew
up in an even smaller town south of there.  He was relatively popular, but
extremely shy, so only had a few friends.  He kept to himself a lot,
reading and pursuing other activities that didn't require a 'harem' of
friends.  David was comfortable with himself, but something was missing.
His parents were really never overly affectionate.  His dad worked for the
state roads and by the time he got home from work, he seemed to be always
too tired to toss a ball around or play with David and his mom seemed to be
more focused on his younger sister than him.  Not that he was ignored, far
from it, but there really wasn't a time when he felt that he was close to
them.  He envied the close relationship other boys seemed to have with
their parents, but accepted his relationship as a matter of course.

Whether it was luck or fate, or just a feeling of guilt, his parents
decided that David should expand his horizons, and signed him up for Cub
Scouts when he was 8.  It was in Scouts that David began to realize his
'difference'.  The early years of scouting were a blur of pinewood derbies,
pack meetings, hikes, and rowdiness as befitting for a bunch of pre-
pubescent boys.  Scouting became his second family and would play a major
role in his future - both good and bad.

His personal life was in the typical flux all boys seem to go through.  As
he got older, he 'dated' girls, but that activity still held second place
to riding bikes and messing around with his friends.  It was when he was
about 11 that a seemingly innocuous comment by a school friend sent him
down the long road to 'growing up'.

This comment began to tear down the wall of naivete that a small town and
distant parents had built around David.


UNDER PRESSURE 1 - Discoveries

"Hey Dave!" yelled Rick down the hall of lockers before classes started.

Turning to the voice, Dave saw his friend running down the hall, face
flushed and a grin a mile wide.

Still retrieving his books for the first four classes from his locker, Dave
asked, "So what's got you all worked up?"

Rick slid to a stop, looked around to see if anyone was paying attention,
then dropped his voice and said, "I did it.  I shot last night."

Being naive, David still thought that the part of his anatomy that made him
different from the opposite sex, was only good for the blessed relief from
the fluids in his diet.  But when it was hard and he touched it, it did
feel sort of good - which seemed to be happening an awful lot now days.

"Oh, yeah?" he replied.  Something that got Rick worked up like this was
bound to be a good story, so he slipped into the game of "Oh Yeah" that he
had learned to play so well.

"Yeah man, it was so great!  I thought I was going to pass out or
something," Rick replied.

"Cool, man."

"Yeah it was, I mean I was playing with it and rubbing it like I always do
and all of a sudden I shot, it was excellent!"

Not having a clue of what Rick was talking about, Dave kept with the game,
asking seemingly innocent questions that tended to get answers without
revealing his innocence on the matter.

"So like what did you do different this time?" asked Dave.

"Well, I really don't know, I was rubbing it like I normally do, you know,"
here was interjected the age-old sign for jerking off, "and when the
feeling got real good, I kept going, and I shot!"

Dave didn't know, but the game continued, "Oh yeah?  That's so cool."

"Yeah it was man, listen, don't tell no one, ok?  I gotta get to class or
Mrs. Houck will have a fit."  And off Rick ran.

Dave's mind was in turmoil.  What was Rick talking about?  How did doing
that make you feel good?  Yes, he knew that when his dick was hard it felt
good to play with it, but what was all this stuff about shooting?  His
parents had never told him anything about his body, and he was always too
shy to ask.  So this, as most everything, would be a journey of self-
discovery.

That night, after homework and the 'family thing," he stripped to his
briefs and went to bed.  His mind was still churning over what Rick had
told him, so when his parents went to bed, he decided to find out what it
was all about.  After his parents were in bed for a while, he got up to 'go
to the bathroom' to check to see if they were asleep.  After satisfying
himself that they were, he retired back to his room and eased the door part
way closed and got back under the covers.  By the time he slipped his
briefs down, his dick was standing at it hard 4".  He wrapped his fingers
around the shaft and copied the hand gesture Rick had used that day in the
hall.  "OK," he thought, "this feels good and all, but...."  He was ready
to give it up when the feeling started getting better, and by then he was
hooked.  Dave had found a new nighttime activity.  He kept stroking, just
enjoying the feeling as it kept getting stronger.  "This must be the
feeling Rick was talking about, and he said he kept going."  Speeding up
his movements, he felt his whole body begin to tighten up.  Just as he
thought he couldn't take it any longer, the feelings peaked.  At that
moment, just as he thought it was getting real good, he felt like he was
going to piss the bed.  OH MY GOD," his mind panicked, "I don't know if I'm
going to be able to hold it."  He jumped out of bed, trying to get to the
toilet before the inevitable happened.  He was almost there, holding his
still hard dick in his hand and pinching it between his fingers, when Dave
felt his body losing the battle.  He almost sobbed as he felt his dick
contract and some fluid leak into his hand.  As soon as he got to the
toilet, he aimed his hardness toward the bowl, waiting for the rest of the
flood, but nothing happened except a few more contractions, and the sound
of a few drops hitting the water in the bowl.

As he recovered from his panic, he noticed that the stuff that leaked into
his hand was a little thicker than pee, and was sort of slimy.  Briefs
still around his ankles, he closed the bathroom door and turned on the
small light over the sink to see what this stuff was.  When the light came
on, he looked at the fluid in his hand and saw there wasn't much of the
clear stuff there, but it sure wasn't pee - and the head of his softening
dick was sort of covered with it.  He cleaned himself up with toilet paper,
turned off the light, flushed the toilet and slowly made his way back to
bed.

"What the hell?" he thought.  "Did I just shoot like Rick said, or did I
pee myself?  If that's shooting, I don't know if I want to go through that
kind of feeling again."  Still questioning, he fell into a dreamless sleep
until the alarm went off the next morning.



That's it for the first part, I don't know how many parts there will be,
but I will try to post a new one every couple of days.  Hope you enjoyed
the start of David's saga, there's a fair amount more to go - and it will
probably switch from this to another category or two as time goes by.  As
stated in the header, any comments should be mailed to fupduckmd@yahoo.com.
And as usual, flames will be cheerfully ignored.