Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 11:59:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 4

See the first installment for the typical disclaimer stuff.  If you don't
know it by now, well....:-)

Anyway, THANKS to those who responded to the first part!  It's always nice
to hear from readers.

So here is the next installment of the saga....hope you enjoy.

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 3

"Cool, I'm all packed, and with dad working late Friday night, I'm glad
that you're picking me up.  I can't wait," enthused David.

"Just remember the munchies," laughed John as Social Studies started.


                 UNDER PRESSURE 4 - Exploration

The school day was FINALLY over and David was anxious to get home for a
repeat performance of the previous night's activities.  Although his dad
would be home by then, there was always the anticipation for bedtime.  The
bus ride home was relatively quiet since Bill Hooper had ball practice
after school, and most of his audience from the morning had other things on
their minds besides the fact that an 11 year-old bus mate had an erection
that morning.  And there was the final preparations for the camping trip
starting the next night.

He had just finished his homework and was nose-deep into the latest Arthur
C. Clarke novel when his mom got home and began to fix supper, as usual,
his dad taking a shower in preparation for his second night of league
bowling of the week.  As she prepared the meal she asked the kids how there
day was at school, getting the typical "ok" from David and the 20-minute
monologue from Lynn.

"You know, David," she began, "You'd have more friends if you got your nose
out of those books and did more social things."

"I have enough friends right now, thanks." David responded, miffed at the
interruption of his reading by the same old 'social instruction' from his
mom.  She was probably right, he thought, but with Rick, John, Kelly, and
Steve, plus his acquaintances from Scouts, who needed more friends anyway?
Granted, he wasn't the social butterfly his sister was, but he also got in
less trouble from the antics of him and his friends than Lynn did with
hers.

"Or," he thought with a grin, "I get caught less."

Suppertime at David's was an interesting experience.  His parents insisted
on having the family together for the meal, but very little was said.
Mostly it was Lynn babbling on and on while her food got cold, his dad
griping about work, and his mom nodding her head and pretending to pay
attention to each one.  David normally remained quiet throughout the meal,
listening mostly for questions directed to him.  When the meal was
finished, it was like an explosion occurred.  Everyone was up and away from
the table, doing their own thing.  In later years, David would look back on
the 'family supper' as just plain weird.

As bedtime drew closer, David's anticipation rose.  On bowling nights, his
dad normally didn't get home until late, his mom watched TV, and Lynn was
normally involved in a Barbie soap opera.  That left him to his own devices
and privacy after about 9:00 PM when Lynn went to bed.

He took his shower, taking the time to really examine his boyhood for the
first time.  Last night was quite the eye opening experience and fired his
curiosity.  His dick looked normal, he thought, almost four finger widths
long, about as big around as his thumb, and....wait....some hair?  "Wow,"
he thought, "I finally have some hair."

His examination and soaping had the normal effect and his cut dick was
standing proud, his "ballbag", as his dad called it, hanging loose in the
hot atmosphere of the shower.  His soapy hands felt good playing with it,
but this was not the time for any further exploration.  There was plenty of
time for that later.

Stepping out of the shower, he had just wrapped the towel around his waist,
when Lynn started pounding on the door wanting to use the bathroom.  Using
the other towel to dry himself, he ignored the pounding and yelling, until
his mom got into the act and forced him to relinquish the bathroom.
Pulling on his briefs and hanging up the towels, he unlocked the door to be
almost run over by his sister and facing the mad look of his mom.

Before he got a chance to say anything, his mom started, "David, you know
you're not supposed to lock any door in this house.  What if Lynn would
have had an accident because she couldn't get to the bathroom?"

Keeping his thoughts of what he regarded as fair to himself, he apologized
by answering, "A guy's got to have a little privacy once in a while.  Like
when he's taking a shower."

His mom rolled her eyes and answered, "Well, just don't let it happen
again, and make sure you brush your teeth when Lynn's done."

"I'll just do it now," he said, "Lynn won't mind, will she?"

"You will NOT go in there when Lynn is on the toilet, young man.  She NEEDS
privacy, boys can pee anywhere, but girls can't.  You can wait until she's
done.  And if you use that tone again, you can forget about the camping
trip this weekend."

"Ooops," he thought, "almost pushed it too far that time."

Lynn came out of the bathroom, a 'nyah, nyah, nyah' look on her face, stuck
her tongue out at David, and went to get ready for bed.  David brushed his
teeth and got into bed himself, using this time to continue his book until
his mom came in to kiss him goodnight.

After her motherly duties were done, she retired to the living room to
continue watching her Thursday night shows.  After a few minutes, David got
out of bed, wandered out to the living room and asked his mom if he could
close his door enough so it would block out most of the noise of the TV.
Whether or not she felt bad or not about the previous events, she said,
"Yes, but don't lock it.  Understand?"

Replying in the affirmative, David hid a grin as he went back to his
bedroom, closing the door until it latched.  He was tempted to lock it, but
decided he'd better not push his luck.

Now alone in the dark of his bedroom, he was ready to continue his
exploration.  He kept the blankets up around his stomach - no sense in
being caught if his mom decided to check on him - and pushed his briefs
down to his knees.  His dick was already hard and he spent a few minutes
exploring it with his fingertips, before wrapping his fingers around the
warm shaft and starting to work his hand up and down.  He noticed that his
whole body felt different, he couldn't quite explain it, just that it did.
And the feelings from his crotch were amazing.  He kept stroking his hard
dick, the feelings that petrified him last night, building to the
inevitable.  Knowing what to expect after the night before, he stroked a
little faster, waiting for those feelings to happen.  His body started to
tense up, and his hard dick was feeling real good.  Then it happened, the
feelings in his body reached their height and once again his hand was
getting wet and slimy.  As his second climax faded, his dick became
sensitive, and he stopped his hand action.  He was enjoying the spent,
relaxed feeling when he was rudely brought back to reality by the door
swinging open and his mother flipping on the light.

"Are you ok, honey?" she asked.  "I heard a moan and thought you might be
getting sick."

Mortified, but still covered up, he looked at his mom and said, "Yeah, I'm
fine, must have been a dream or something."

Noticing his flushed face, she began to come into the room.  "Are you sure?
You look like you're getting a fever or something."

Panicking, David almost yelled, "Mom, I'm fine.  Just had a bad dream or
something, I'm ok."  Then in almost a moan, "Just let me go back to sleep,
ok?"

He was saved further inquisition by, of all people, Lynn.  She had heard
David's loud reply to his mother, and had wandered out into the hallway,
looking sort of dazed - the sleep still in her eyes.  "Mommy, what's
wrong?"

Turning to her youngest, she told Lynn that David had a bad dream and to go
back to bed.  Lynn took her mom's hand and said, "Come with me ok?  I'm
scared."

Looking to make sure David seemed to be ok, she allowed Lynn to lead her to
her bedroom where David heard bits and pieces of low, soothing
conversation.  David took the opportunity to wipe his hand on the underside
of the bedspread and make sure nothing was on his stomach, then pulled his
briefs back up and rolled over, almost immediately falling asleep.

His second orgasm left him as drained as the first, and he was sound asleep
when his mom came into his room after getting Lynn to sleep again, put her
hand on his forehead to check his temperature, then went back into the
living room to finish watching her movie, pulling David's door almost
closed.

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Ok, that's it for this chapter.  Once again, some more background info on
David.  Hopefully it's not getting too boring.  It's important that the
gentle reader understands why David reacts to happenings in his life the
way he does.  Things begin to pick up now, since the stage has basically
been set.  You have a couple more important people to meet yet, but they
will come in as the timeline continues.

Since the chapters seem to be getting longer, I'll post one at a time and
more frequently <crossing fingers> until circumstances and/or content
dictates otherwise. :-) Hope you enjoyed Chapter 4.

Please feel free to contact me with any questions or comments - either by
email, or through Yahoo Messenger.  Thanks!

Fup

NOTE: In answer to KD (you know who you are - my reply to your email came
back as undeliverable), yes, David is actually a real person. :-)