Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2004 18:52:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 24

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: 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, ok?

I reference a book or two in this chapter, I don't remember the titles, so
I'm not even going to try to make something up...I can't remember exactly
what they were, just the subject matter - remember the time period though.
Thought I'd get that out of the way before I started getting hate
mail...lol.

And here is Chapter 24....

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 23

Surprised at the boy's openness about their activities, he said, "Bobby,
you can't tell anyone, ok?  We'll get in trouble."

Bobby grinned and held up his pinky, "Promise."

Completing the ritual, satisfied their secret was safe, David ruffled the
boy's hair and began the ride home.


UNDER PRESSURE 24 - Bobby's Treehouse

After arriving home, and describing the day to his parents - the swimming
part was frowned upon, with a promise to take an adult next time, yeah
right - David remembered to ask about going to Bobby's the next day.

"Isn't he a little young to be a friend you want to play with?" asked his
mother.

"I'm only three years older than he is, and he's the only one I've met out
there."

"Well, just be a good example, and don't get him into trouble."

David had no intentions of arguing, he just agreed, waiting for her
response.  He had heard all this before, by now it was a ritual.  He
guessed his mom had to say those things to be a 'good mother.'

"Well, you have to clean your room in the morning, but after that, if your
dad doesn't have anything planned for you, I guess you can go."

He looked at his dad, who just waved his hand in a 'go-away' gesture and
gave a little grin.

"Well, I guess that's that," his mom observed and went back to her TV show.
David started to go to his room, then thought of something else.  He turned
to his dad, who would probably be more willing to give the answer he was
looking for.

"Hey, Dad, can you take me to the library tonight?"

"The library?" his mom broke in, "Don't you have enough books already?"

"Yeah, but I've read them all before, and I'm bored, pleeeease?"

"Well, I was going to do some work tonight in the basement," his father
replied.  Thinking for a while, then looking at David's mom, he smiled and
said, "You can ride your bike, it's got a light for when you come back."

His mom, surprised, sputtered, "What?  You're going to let him ride his
bike?"

"It's only a short ride," sighed his father, "and if we let him ride out to
the house, why not to the library?"

"Welllll, ok I guess," then turning to David, "just be careful."

Ecstatic that it worked, David would have agreed to just about anything,
but he hid his excitement and just nodded his head, "I will be."

David took a shower and changed clothes, by then supper was finished, and
David was ready to go, library card in his pocket.  With a last
admonishment from his mom, he started off.  The library was only a little
over a mile away and traffic in town was light, and he rode slowly,
enjoying this freedom, and not working up too much of a sweat.  Placing his
bike in the rack out front, he entered the air conditioned building, waving
to Mrs. Bruchey.  She smiled back at him, and went back to stamping
something on her desk.  David wandered around the shelves of books, just
taking in the titles as he worked himself closer to Mrs. Bruchey.  Noticing
she had company, she looked up and told him that nothing new had come in
since his last visit, and to remind Lynn that she had an overdue book.  He
chatted a little with the librarian, another of the few adults he could
comfortably talk with, then went to the card catalog.

Finding a couple of subjects he wanted, he wrote them down on a piece of
paper, then looked in another box for a few more subjects.  Finding some of
the second set of titles close to the first, he walked over to the correct
aisle.  Keeping an eye on Mrs. Bruchey and the two other people in the
library, he looked for his selections.  Finding two out of the first list
and three out of the second, he removed them from the shelf, tucking the
first two between the others.  Then he made his way to a table toward the
rear.  Passing Mrs. Bruchey, he flashed her a smile when she looked up and
sat down at the table, his back facing the wall.  He opened the top book of
the stack, propping it up with the others, then grabbed the second, hiding
it behind the makeshift screen.  He glanced to be sure no one was watching,
then began reading.  He found out that homosexuality (so he was
homosexual?) was a psychological problem (he was crazy?).  He was happy to
read that like any mental problem it could be cured (like I'm going to tell
mom and dad I need to go to the doctor for THAT).  He kept reading,
stumbling over some of the bigger words, then had to re-read a section that
dealt with "anal sex."  Anal?  Your butt?  A guy stuck his thing in your
butt?  Gross - it would get all nasty.  Then he thought about that day at
the ore pits with Kelly.  His butt wasn't gross, "it was sort of cute," he
giggled to himself.  But sticking his dick in the hole?  He didn't know if
he could do that, or even if Kelly would let him.  Or vice-versa.  But this
was a research trip, not a jerk-off session.  Soon, he knew all this
Dr. Such-and-such knew about being homosexual and STILL didn't really
understand.  But was he?  He liked girls too.  Jeez, this was confusing.
Then, he remembered the conversation with his grandmother.  He KNEW what he
felt, and she said to use how you felt and not what you thought.  Shaking
his head, he thought that maybe this time, book research wasn't the answer.
Somewhat disgusted, he closed the first book, and pulled out the second,
noting it was by the same author.  No help there either.  Hiding the two
books like he did before, he slid them back where they belonged, returning
two of the other three `normal' books to their places as well.  He took the
last book to Mrs. Bruchey to check it out.  She glanced at the title,
raising her eyebrows.

"You checked this out last month, was it that good?"

"Ummm yeah, it was pretty good, and since there's nothing real new, I
didn't want to waste my trip."

Smiling, she stamped the book and said, "Two weeks, ok?"

"Only two weeks?" he groaned, performing their standard ritual when he
checked out a book.  "You mean I HAVE to come back HERE?"

"Well, I don't want to have to send the police after you young man."

"Oh, ok, I guess that's fine, I just HATE coming here."

Laughing quietly, Mrs. Bruchey leaned over the desk and patted David's
hand.  "You'll be back in three days, knowing you."

David just grinned at her, and replied, "Maybe I'll see you later."

"You'd better, young man.  And don't forget to tell Lynn about her book.
The fee is up to 30 cents."

"Oh she'll love to hear that," he said in parting and headed for the door
for the ride home.

After getting home, and informing Lynn of her overdue book (she whined that
it really wasn't overdue), David watched a little TV with his
parents...well, his mom.  His dad, as usual was snoring on the couch.
Figuring his `family duty' was done for the night, he said good night and
went to bed, reading his `new' book for about an hour, then turning off the
bedside light, falling asleep quickly.

The next morning, after cleaning his room, he hopped on his bike and rode
to Bobby's.  Ringing the doorbell, he smiled as he heard the boy running
from his room, yelling, "MOM!  DAVID'S HERE!"  Then he was at the door,
letting David in, babbling randomly about the fun they were going to have.
Sensing a movement, he raised his eyes from Bobby to see Betsy standing in
the hallway, grinning at her overly excited son.

"Bobby, don't pee yourself," she laughed.

"Mommmmm, that's gross."

"Just keep it down to a low roar, ok?  Thought you were going to show him
your treehouse?"

"OH YEAH!  C'mon David."

Being dragged out of the house into the backyard by a 9-year-old was sort
of funny, and David laughed.

Bobby turned around, his face falling, "You making fun of me?"

"Heck no," David exclaimed, "I was laughing because I'm having fun."

His face lighting up again, Bobby started again, talking and pulling David
to a corner of the backyard.  Stopping, Bobby looked up and said, "Look,
isn't it cool?"

David had to admit, it WAS cool.  The tree was huge and forked about 15
feet off the ground.  In the fork was the treehouse.  David had expected a
slapped together affair of unpainted wood with holes for windows and doors.
Instead, it looked like a house.  The windows had real windows and the
door, though kid-sized, had a knob and a knocker.  It was painted a dark
green, which sort of made it blend in with the leaves.  And it looked
pretty big too.  Bobby dragged him over to the ladder and let him go first.
When they reached the little landing in front of the door, Bobby opened the
door and ushered David inside.

"Wow, this is cool!" David marveled.  The treehouse was tall enough he
could stand upright, probably with Bobby sitting on his shoulders.  There
were two chairs and what looked to be a roll-away bed around the walls, and
a rug discarded from the house on the floor with a small wooden table in
the middle.

"Told ya," Bobby said smugly.  "Mom and Dad let me sleep up here sometimes
when it's warm."

David, still amazed, felt Bobby grab his hand and start pulling him toward
one of the chairs.  "I'd let you sit in the other one, but one of the legs
is broke."

David grinned at the `owner' of the house, gave a slight bow and said,
"Thank you, kind sir."  Then he sat in the chair, just looking around the
treehouse again.

Bobby sat on the bed, watching his friend look around, and soon David
looked right at him and smiled, "Bobby, this is great!"

"Yeah, it's neat, Dad and I built it a long time ago."

Bobby got up from the bed and looked out the nearest window, not looking at
David, he asked, "So you really like me?  You're not lying like Tony was
are you?"

Somewhat taken aback by Bobby's question, David answered, "Of course I like
you, I wouldn't have come over if I didn't."

"Ok, as long as you're not fibbing."

"I'm not, Bobby," David stood up and walked over to the boy, giving him a
quick hug, "See?"

The boy turned around and gave a hug back, "Ok," he whispered.  Then he
pulled back and grinned, "Now, let's make each other feel good, ok?"

Laughing at the quick change in the boy's demeanor, David asked, "You
sure?"

"Yeah, I wanna do like we did yesterday, can we?"

"I guess, Bobby, but you sure it's ok here?" David asked, looking around.
When he focused again on the boy, he had his shorts down around his ankles,
his t-shirt hiding his crotch.

"Yeah, I'm sure, c'mon," Bobby answered with a hint of impatience in his
voice.

David smiled and took off his shirt, and then unfastened his shorts,
letting them fall to his ankles as he sat down on the bed, to avoid being
seen through the windows.

Bobby looked at him, and asked, "How come you took off your shirt?"

"Well, you said like yesterday, so we were almost naked yesterday."

"Oh yeah," Bobby agreed, then pulled his shirt off, sitting down beside
David.  "Will you do me first?"

David grinned and gently pushed the boy back on the bed, "Sure."  Then he
ran his palm down over Bobby's chest, brushing across one of his tiny
nipples, and over his rounded belly, finally coming to rest on the boys
groin.  Bobby pushed himself up on his elbows, watching David's hand as he
rubbed.  After a few minutes, David sensed a change in the boy's dick.  It
was getting hard.  Exploring a little more, he realized that it didn't
really get longer, just stiff.

"That feels good David, more."

David continued rubbing until interrupted by the boy complaining, "It's
starting to hurt, it's rubbing against my unders."

David, starting to really enjoy making the boy happy, mumbled, "Well, take
`em off."

Not saying a word, Bobby pushed his underwear down to mid-thigh, then
covered his crotch with his hands.  David looked at the boy's face, seeing
a hint of fear and said, "It's ok, Bobby, I'm not gonna hurt you, it feels
good, right?"

"Yeah, but...."  His response was cut short by David's hand, which was
grasping his and moving them away from his `thing.'  He closed his eyes,
and laid back, ready for the teasing to begin.  What he felt though, was
David's fingers gently squeezing his little dick, which felt kind of weird
now.  He opened his eyes, to see David smiling at him.

"See?  It's nice, I like it.  And doesn't it feel better now?"

"Yeah."

"Good, it's a nice one for a nine-year-old," David said, sensing that a
little bit of praise might make the boy less nervous about getting teased.
Not that he had ever seen, let alone played with, a 9-year-old boy's dick.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's nice Bobby, and I like playing with it."

"Ok," said Bobby, relaxing and enjoying the feeling.

David noticed that Bobby didn't have anything hanging below his dick, and
wondered where his balls were, but didn't say a word, content to play with
the boy's little stiffy.  After a few more minutes, Bobby sat up and pushed
David's hand away, "Your turn."

Somewhat surprised by the boy's actions - he was expecting a little more
reaction than that - he shrugged and laid back on the bed, his erection
tenting his briefs.  Bobby saw it and looked amazed, then poked it gently
with a finger.

"Wow, it's hard, like yesterday," Bobby whispered.

David left out a little groan at the boy's touch.  Bobby immediately pulled
his hand back, "Did I hurt it?"

David smiled at the boy, "No, it just felt real good."

"Oh, ok," came the relieved reply, then his fingers were rubbing David's
hard dick.  Then the boy whispered, "Can I take `em down?"

"Sure, go ahead, it feels a lot better that way."

Engrossed in his exploration, Bobby started pulling down David's briefs,
the waistband catching the head of his dick and starting to bend it
downward.  "Hold on a sec," he quietly yelped.

He reached down and lifted the waistband over his half-exposed boner, then
told Bobby to go ahead.  Bobby's attention was on the older boy's hardness
as he finished pulling David's briefs down to his thighs.

"Wow," he whispered, "you have hair and everything."

David, once again lost in the feeling, just nodded, eyes closed, enjoying
the attention being paid to his boner by the boy.  He felt Bobby's fingers
explore his dick, then move down and gently play with his ballsac.  He
whispered to Bobby, "Sort of hold them in your hand, ok?"

Bobby cupped his hand under David's balls, sort of rolling them around,
then went back to his dick.  He slid his fingers up and down the length,
brushing over the head, making the older boy shudder.

"Yeah," David whispered, "you're making it feel real good, Bobby."
Reaching down, he put his hand over Bobby's and formed his fingers around
his shaft, and giving a stroke or two to let Bobby know what he wanted,
"Rub it like that Bobby."

Bobby started sliding his hand up and down David's hard dick.  David put an
arm over his eyes, the other hand rubbing the boy's back.  He could feel
himself ready to explode.  He opened his eyes, and stopped Bobby's hand.
The boy looked at him questioningly.

"I'm almost ready to shoot.  I shoot stuff out of my dick, It gets a little
messy sometimes," he said between breaths.

"You shoot stuff out of your dick?"

"Yeah, wanna see?"

"Yeah," Bobby breathed, interested in this new information.

"Ok, lay down here beside me," David instructed.

When the boy was laying next to him, propped up on his elbow, David reached
down to Bobby's dick and started rubbing it, as he moved his own hand to
his erection.  Slowly stroking with a firm grip, David knew it was going to
be real soon.  Bobby had instinctively spread his legs as he watched the
older boy, enjoying the feel of David's hand rubbing his groin again,
fascinated by David's masturbation.  David started stroking faster, feeling
the little boy's dick under his other hand aroused him even more.  Then it
was time, his body stiffened and he gasped as a small jet of cum shot out
of his dick, landing at his belly button, then the remainder dribbling down
over his hand.

"Did that hurt?" asked Bobby, mistaking the boy's red face and expression
as one of pain.

"No," David gasped, "it just feels so good."

"Wow, what is that stuff?"

"It's called semen, it's what makes babies."

"Oh, you're right, it is messy," Bobby giggled.

"Yeah, it is, hand me my shirt, ok?"

Bobby retrieved David's t-shirt, and he used the bottom hem to wipe himself
clean.  It wouldn't be a big deal since that part hung down over his
shorts.  "So what do you wanna do now?"  Bobby asked now that the show was
over.

"Just let me rest a little, ok.  Doing that sort of wipes me out for a
little bit."

"Oh, ok," Bobby answered somewhat disappointed.

Noticing the tone of his little friend's voice, he chuckled, "Wait til you
get older, you'll find out."

"Ok," Bobby answered, pulling on his clothes.

David raised himself off the bed after a few minutes, gathering his clothes
and once again making himself presentable.  Bobby was sitting in the chair,
waiting.  "Wanna go see my room?" he asked.

"Sure," David replied, then stuck out his little finger.  Bobby grinned and
added his to the swear, and headed for the door, "C'mon."

David followed the boy out of the treehouse, thinking how much different
this was from when he and Kelly did it.  Bobby acted like it was no big
deal.  He shook his head, realizing that what he and Kelly, his boyfriend
(that word was coming easier), did was sort of special, and this was just
playing around.  Comfortable in that thought, he spent the rest of the
afternoon playing G. I. Joes with his new little friend until it was time
to go home.

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So, there's Bobby.  LOL Those two days will be the last for a while,
David's life is about to become a little busy.  The next time Bobby
appears, things are a little different.  Forewarned is forearmed. :-)

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