Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 05:10:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 10

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.

Some of the comments I've received make me wonder at the incredible number
of sexually aware 11-year-olds that are supposedly out there!  Where were
they when I was growing up??  LOL

I have decided to NOT bore you with continued accounts of mutual
masturbatory sessions between John and David.  It's the same old, same old
basically.  And John is almost ready to gracefully bow out of the story as
he did in real life.  The Scout explorations continue however.

Kelly's physical description: a month away from 12, 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 10....

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 9

Rolling back onto his side, David curled up again, wanting above everything
else to have another 'bad dream' like that.  As he drifted off, he hoped he
could get back to that park, he hoped the boy was still there, he hoped
that he would be able to see him clearly, he hoped......

Chapters 10, 11, and 12 are dedicated to MY "Kelly."  I miss you terribly,
bro.


UNDER PRESSURE 10 - Friday Night at Kelly's

Did you ever take notice that hope, even though a GOOD thing to have, is
sometimes elusive?  David spent the rest of the night in a dreamless
slumber and was actually awake before the alarm went off.  He lay in bed
thinking of the dream and what it meant.  Was he queer?  He didn't think
so.  He liked some girls too.  They were great fun when playing Doctor.
Some of them were even fun enough to explore the woods with the gang.  He'd
even kissed a girl once.  He hadn't kissed a guy (except in his dream), so
he couldn't be 'that way.'  Now justified, at least to his 11-year-old
mind, he turned off the alarm and got himself ready for school.  At
breakfast, his mom was concerned about his "nightmare."  He basically
downplayed the whole thing, explaining it away as something he didn't
remember.

The rest of the week was full of the same old stuff.  Joking around with
Kelly, Mr.  Severance's Family Life class, comparing notes with the other
boys at lunch, and homework - as usual.  David managed to score a 95 on his
vocabulary test in Sex-Ed class.  He missed one question.  Something to do
with "labia."  Who cared?  He still got an A, which was what was important.
He learned more about the male and female bodies than he probably wanted
too, and anyway, how could you put a cumbersome name like "ejaculation"
onto something that felt like it did?  One high point in the class was when
Rick, the Anonymous Question Asker, asked Mr. Severance if he had ever had
sex with a chicken.  Rick seemed to be getting back to his old self, but
was still very distant with David.  It concerned David a little, but was
soon put into the back of his brain.

David also never made it back to the dream park either.  He tried
everything from going to bed early, late, jacking off (a term he learned in
Sex-Ed), not jacking off, he ran the gamut.  But by the end of the week he
had about given up, the dream fading to a masturbation fantasy.  His
parents had agreed to his weekend at Kelly's with the typical admonishments
to be good, not be a bother, don't get in any trouble, etc.  All this he
took in stride - he had heard it all before.

After school on Friday, David got his clothes together, and waited on his
mom to get home to take him to Kelly's.  Lynn seemed to be more irritating
than usual, picking and prodding at David to get him to lose his cool.
Then she could tell on him and get him into trouble.  She never got to
spend the night at a friend's house, and it wasn't fair.  Maybe if she got
him in trouble, he'd have to stay home.  David, being in a good mood, knew
what was going on, and didn't take the bait.  It was bad enough watching
his sister after school for the half hour before his mom got home, and he
wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize another weekend away from her.

David was silent on the way to Kelly's, Lynn as usual was the verbal
entertainment on the 15-minute drive to his friend's house.  Kelly was
waiting outside and seemed almost as excited as David.  Before David left
the car, he overhead Lynn tell their mom, "I'm going to marry Kelly, he's
so cute."

Seeing the grin on David's face, Kelly asked, "Ok, what's going on?"

"Well, if Lynn has her way, we're going to brothers-in-law."

"GROSS!  If I wanted to marry a pest, I'd marry an ant or something, be a
lot more fun."

David laughed at the mental picture of an ant in a wedding dress (except
Lynn was more like a cockroach) and followed Kelly inside. They greeted
Kelly's mom and dad, and headed upstairs to Kelly's room.  Throwing his
gear into an unoccupied corner, David looked around at the piles of dirty
clothes on the floor and said, "Well, nice to see you cleaned up, Kel."

"Yep, it's a special occasion," laughed Kelly, "and anyway, Mom's gonna do
laundry while we're out on the bikes."

The boys changed into old clothes, ready to ride.  The excitement of riding
mini-bikes far outweighed David's curiosity of Kelly's body.  Come to think
of it, David had never seen Kelly naked.  Even when they spent the night at
each other's house.  The closest David had gotten was seeing Kelly in
briefs.  David briefly wondered about that, but then thought he had really
never been curious until a few days ago, when he started his bodily
discovery.  Now dressed in ratty jeans and t-shirts, the boys went outside
to the shed.  Kelly was bouncing around like a superball (remember those?)
dying to show off his new bike.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** In order to eliminate ANY comments about engine size,
and type of mini-bike, I'm not even going to describe them, I think Kelly's
new bike was either 75 or 100cc and his old one was about a 50cc. <shrug>
Who really cares when you're 11?  LOL

***BACK TO THE STORY*** Kelly and David rolled the bikes out of the shed.
David was impressed with Kelly's new bike.  It was bigger than his old one,
which David would get to ride this time.  Previously, they had to share.
David's first few times solo was an experience that was still talked about
amongst Kelly's family, until the laughing prevented any further coherent
conversation.  Now, David was good enough to remain relatively stable and
able to have a good time without eating too much dirt.

The boys spent the rest of the evening exploring the wooded trails behind
Kelly's house, riding slowly along the zoo fence hoping to catch sight of
any cool animals.  The noise of the bikes sort of ruined that goal, but
they still had a blast.  About two hours later, sweaty, tired, and saddle
sore, the boys returned to the house, put the bikes away and wandered into
the house for dinner.  Avoiding Kelly's mom in the kitchen, they ran up the
steps to wash up and change into decent clothes for the meal.  David took
notice that Kelly's room had been picked up and piles of clean clothes had
replaced the dirty ones.  She had even washed the clothes David came in.

Back downstairs, the boys slid into their seats with the rest of the
family.  Besides Kelly's parents, his older brothers had made their
appearance.  Mike, the middle brother, was 14 and Dale was 17.  Both boys
were missing the typical 'holier-than-thou' attitude of most older
teenagers and were actually fun to be around.  Dinner at Kelly's was always
fun for David.  The conversation around the table flitted from subject to
subject and David was always expected to join in.  Stories and laughter
around the table made the meal fly by, no talk of jobs or school, just a
family enjoying each other's company.

When David was at Kelly's, he was a member of the family, which was fine
with David, he didn't even mind the chore of washing the dinner dishes with
Kelly and his mom.  Since it was Friday night, the older brothers were busy
with hanging out with friends and soon after supper Dale and Mike were
history.  David and Kelly played a few hands of rummy with his parents then
excused themselves to Kelly's room.  Kelly grinned and pulled a game off
the top shelf of his closet.  Turning to face David with an evil grin, he
said, "'The Big Red One' is gonna kick your butt."  Risk was an obsession
with the two boys.  They could play for hours, losing track of time while
they played.  They were evenly matched, each boy winning their fair share
of games.  "The Big Red One" referred to a red piece on the board - Kelly
was always red - that had been cut larger than the other game pieces.  The
boys settled in to take over the world.  They were so engrossed that when
it came time for a bathroom break, David looked at the clock and it was 2
AM.

"Jeez, Kel, it's like tomorrow already," David laughed as the boys made
their way down the darkened hall to the bathroom.

Not turning on any lights - the glow from the night light was enough, the
boys shared the bathroom.  David brushing his teeth while Kelly took a
leak, and vice versa.  Bedtime preparation chores finished, they made their
way back to the bedroom.  David rolled out his sleeping bag, stripped to
his briefs and slid inside, glancing over as Kelly undressed.  He just
caught the dim white glow of Kelly's briefs as he slid under the covers.
They began to whisper back and forth about different things, softly
giggling about Rick's antics in Family Life, how the school hamburgers
looked like cow pies, and the normal stuff 11-year- olds talk about at 2
AM.

Sometime in the conversation, David replied to one of Kelly's questions and
Kelly leaned over the edge of the bed and whispered, "What?"

David repeated his answer, and Kelly had the same response.  Then he said,
"If we're going to talk, come up here and we don't have to whisper as
loud."  He slid over to the wall, making room for David.

David was surprised.  This had never happened before.  But he wasn't going
to turn down the invitation.  He slipped out of his sleeping bag and joined
Kelly in the queen-sized bed.  The boys resumed their conversation.
Sometime during the whispered talk about Susan Clark's big boobs, David
felt movement from Kelly's arm beside him.  Then Kelly leaned close to
David's ear and whispered, "Is your dick hard?"

Engrossed in the conversation, David didn't notice when it had happened,
but it had.  "Yeah," he whispered back.

"Let me see."

"Ummmm, ok, but you have to do it too."

"Yeah, no problem," came the response.

David slid his briefs down and lifted the blankets up, "OK, you can look."

Kelly moved his head over so he could look down into the tent David had
made with the blankets.  "I can't see it," he whispered.

Kelly took hold of the blankets, and slid them down below the boys' waists,
exposing their hard dicks.  In the dim light of the light outside, both
boys gazed at the others' erections.  David noticed that Kelly's dick was
just as hard as his, and had a curve to the left, while David's sort of
arched back toward his stomach.  Lost in their visual exploration, the boys
never noticed that they had moved closer to each other, arms and legs
touching.

David's mind was racing.  He finally got to see Kelly's dick!  But there
had to be more, just HAD to be.  It wasn't enough for him just to look, but
he wasn't going to make another move.  Maybe Kelly would get pissed.  He
didn't want to take that chance.

"Very cool," whispered Kelly, "but I can't see it good."

"Yeah, me neither."

Kelly reached over David to the night stand, his smooth chest sliding
across David's, his hardness pressing against David's hip.  Retrieving the
flashlight from the table, Kelly resumed his former position.  David had
enjoyed the brief physical contact of Kelly's naked body.  He wanted more,
but.....

The flashlight came on, spotlighting David's dick.  "Wow," breathed Kelly,
"it's nice."  Then he turned the flashlight on himself.  "What about mine?"

David looked at his friend's hard boydick.  He noticed that Kelly had a few
more hairs than him, but was about the same size.  "I like it," answered
David.  "You have a lot more hair than me though."

"Well, you have some too," as the flashlight returned to David's crotch.
"See?  There, and there."  The "there's" were punctuated with Kelly's
finger pointed to the few hairs David had.  Not touching skin, but so
close.

David's breathing was getting labored, under the glare of the light, he
noticed his dick pulsing to match his heartbeat.  He wanted.....

"Hey, I have an idea," whispered Kelly.

"What?"  David was hoping, wanting, needing ANY suggestion to stay naked
with Kelly, looking at his dick.

"Let's make like shadow puppets with our dicks," Kelly giggled.

The tenseness of both boys was broken with their quiet giggles at Kelly's
suggestion.  For a few minutes both boys tried to come up with different
shadows on the wall, but there were only so many different ones they could
make.  Soon the game was winding down to it's natural, but unwanted
conclusion.

Kelly turned off the flashlight, and laid back down next to David.  "That
was pretty cool."

"Yeah," breathed David, "I have an idea."  It was lame, but it was the only
way he could think of to keep this going.

"What?"  Kelly replied, honestly not wanting to go to sleep either.

"Ok," breathed David nervously, making it up as he went, "we each think of
a number between one and 20, and the other person has two chances to guess
it.  If the other person doesn't guess it, they have to perform the Scout
punishment."

"Huh?  The Scout punishment?  What's that?"

Swallowing nervously, David dropped his voice even lower, "The loser has to
feel the winner's dick."  There, it was out, now came the moment of truth.

Without even pausing, Kelly answered, "Cool.  Since you came up with the
game, you go first."

"12," David thought to himself, "OK, guess."

"Ummm, 2 and 17."

"Nope, 12," David's voice shook.

"Oh, well I was sorta close."  These words were followed by Kelly putting
his hand on David's belly and sliding down.

David's breath stopped, it was happening, it was really happening.  A
stupid, made-up game was going to.....

Contact.  He felt Kelly's hand rubbing over his dick.  Kelly spent about a
minute exploring his friend's boyhood, then moved his hand away.  "Well?"
he asked.

"Felt real good, you loser," David giggled, trying to keep the mood light.

Kelly snickered, "Your turn."

David guessed two numbers, which were wrong.  Kelly giggled and whispered,
"Payback."

David moved his trembling hand to Kelly's stomach, hearing him gasp softly
as contact was made.  He moved his hand slowly lower, until he felt Kelly's
scant pubic hair on his fingertips.  Swallowing nervously, he then moved
his fingers up Kelly's shaft until he got to the head.  He thought he heard
Kelly give a quiet moan, but he wasn't sure.  He felt Kelly's dick give a
jump as he wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a few strokes.  Then
he pulled his hand away.  Both boys were silent.  Afraid to look, but
needing to, David turned his head to look at Kelly, only to find his eyes
staring at him.  Both boys gave a half-smile and continued the game, both
boys spending longer and longer in the 'punishment' phase.  Soon, the
numbers were forgotten and their hands remained on each other's erections,
gently squeezing and pulling.

"This is nice," whispered Kelly.

"Yeah, sweet."

"Um, I want to try something," whispered Kelly as he moved his hand up to
lay it on David's chest, over his right nipple.

"Ok, go for it."

Kelly began to run his fingertips over David's nipple, gently pinching the
hard nub of flesh.  David gasped and Kelly started to pull his hand away
with a mumbled apology.

All shyness gone, David whispered, "It felt good."  Then grabbed Kelly's
wrist and pulled it back to his body.  Kelly turned onto his side facing
David, his head propped on a pillow, just looking into David's face while
sliding his warm hand over David's exposed body.  Not wanting to make his
friend fell left out, he began caressing Kelly's chest, feeling his hard
nipples, then sliding lower to grasp Kelly's curved cock.  "That's neat,
the way it curves," whispered David.

Kelly just nodded, and moved his face closer.  David held still, hoping
that what was about to happen would happen.  Kelly's lips pressed onto
David's cheek in a chaste, friendly kiss.  "I think you're supposed to do
it this way," smiled David as he pressed his lips to Kelly's as he squeezed
Kelly's dick gently.  Kelly's eyes went half closed as his friend kissed
him on the lips.  Wait - ON THE LIPS?  Kelly began to pull his lips from
David's, but David's hand felt so good.  And David's dick was so hard.  He
used the lip separation to whisper, "Is this ok with you?"

David squeezed Kelly's dick again, feeling it pulse, and a drop of wetness
slid onto David's hand.  "Yeah, it's cool, how about you?  Did you just
shoot?"

Kelly thought about if he WAS ok.  It felt good, it was just he and his
best friend.  It seemed to make them both happy and he came to a decision.
"Yeah, more than ok.  And no, I didn't cum (David thought, "What is
that?"), it just leaks a little sometimes ("Oh, that's what it is.").  He
then resumed exploring his friend's body.

Relieved, David slipped back into bliss.  He was making his best friend
feel good, and Kelly was doing the same to him.  He had kissed Kelly, did
that make him queer?  He didn't think so, but at this moment, who cared?
The feelings he was experiencing outweighed any second thoughts.  David
felt himself getting closer to 'cumming' ("Yeah, that was the word, even
though it wasn't on any of Mr. Severance's vocabulary tests.") He
interrupted Kelly's stroking, reluctantly pulling away from the warm body
to reach over the side of the bed to grab his t-shirt.  Then, mission
accomplished, he laid on his back, wanting his friend to make him cum.
Kelly, confused as to what was happening, made a questioning sound in his
throat, and David looked at him and smiled, "I'm ready to cum, after I do,
I'll do the same to you."

Giving a smile of understanding, Kelly moved his hand back to David's dick
and resumed stroking.  Looking down at David, his eyes closed, he had an
idea.  Stroking faster, he pressed his lips against David's again.  David
began kissing back, both boys mouths and cheeks becoming slick with saliva.
Thinking of his dream, he parted his lips and licked Kelly's lips.  Getting
lost in the feeling, Kelly parted his as well, allowing David's tongue
inside.  Feeling Kelly's tongue against his, David moaned and began to cum.
A small jet landed just above his navel and the rest oozed down over
Kelly's hand.  Kelly gave a few more strokes, then slowly released his
friend's slimy dick.  Taking the shirt, he wiped his hand and then David's
stomach, watching it heave then begin to move normally as David's breathing
slowed.  "Wow," thought Kelly, "must have felt good."

Coming down from his high, David opened his eyes to see Kelly smiling.
"Man, that was great!" he whispered huskily.  "Your turn."

Kelly laid back on the bed, hard curved cock ready for David's handling.
David noticed the wetness on the head of Kelly's dick and ran his palm
lightly across it.  Kelly shuddered and his dick gave a jerk.  He closed
his eyes as David gently grasped his dick and started stroking.  As David
was stroking, he used his other hand to fondle Kelly's ball sac.  As Kelly
felt David's palm cup his balls, he lost it.  David was just bending down
to kiss Kelly when his orgasm struck.  His body tensed, and he jerked his
head forward, head butting David, taking them both by surprise, as his dick
pumped out its pleasure.  Three jets of cum shot from his piss slit,
landing between his chest and belly button, then a few other small pulses
trickling down over David's hand.  "Wow," thought David, rubbing his sore
forehead, "guess I'll have to start kissing sooner."

He was still rubbing his head when Kelly opened his eyes.  "Oh man, that
hurt."

"Yeah," giggled David, "you're a deadly weapon."

Cleaning himself up with the shirt, Kelly shyly asked, "Ummm, are we cool?"

"Man, that was the GREATEST!  All I want to know is if I have to strap your
head down next time."

Kelly chuckled, "Maybe, so we're gonna do it again?"

"Yeah, I'd like to, but only if you do."

"Well, there's always tomorrow night too, to make a final decision," Kelly
answered grinning, knowing that at least HE wanted to.

"Sweet," answered David, getting the answer he had hoped for, "umm, it's
like 3:30, we oughta get some sleep."

Tired from their exertions, the boys pulled their briefs up, and David
started to get out of bed, returning to his sleeping bag.  "Where are you
going?" asked Kelly.

"To bed," answered David.

Too tired to even snicker, Kelly said, "THIS is a bed, THAT is a sleeping
bag."

Smiling, David replied, "Ok, smart guy, then I'm going to 'bag'."

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.

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