Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 07:34:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 6

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

Anyway, THANKS to those who are leaving feedback.  To answer some comments
made about previous postings:

David is in 6th grade - yes, at 11 (almost 12), he actually entered 1st
grade at 5 (almost 6) due to his date of birth.  A comment or two was made
about his ability to have an orgasm at that age.  It's a fact, both David
and John were able to 'produce' at their ages - not much (as you can tell
by the story), but both boys could 'slime' (to use their term - lol).

With those comments addressed, here is Chapter 6....

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 5

David curled up to go to sleep, then thought, "What?  Scott?  John's little
brother does that to him?"  He turned over to ask John about it, but the
deep breathing coming from the other bag made him realize that question
couldn't be answered until later.


                 UNDER PRESSURE 6 - A New Dawn

David's dreams that night were full of blurry images and incomplete
thoughts.  Tossing and turning he spent a restless night curled into his
sleeping bag.

The banging of metal spoon against metal pot jolted him out of the land of
dreams.  Amidst the moans and groans of his fellow Scouts - adding a few of
his own - he blearily sat up to the smell of eggs and bacon wafting through
the cabin.  As he sat there, collecting his thoughts, John punched his arm
and said, "Man, I need to find a tree."

John slipped out of his sleeping bag in his briefs and used the foot of the
bunk as a ladder to climb onto the floor.  When his crotch was level with
the lower bunk, the boy below yelled, "Get that thing out of my face!"

The grumpy comment received a laugh from the occupants of the cabin, and
John shook his hips a little - showing off his morning stiffy, grinned and
headed out the door to find an open tree.

Meanwhile, still in his bunk, David was trying to urge his own pisshard to
deflate before he had to go through the same scene.  However, as he looked
around the cabin, he noticed that most of the other boys were in the same
state, so he just shrugged and went to perform his morning ablutions as
well.

Something was different this morning though in his mind.  It was like a
piece of a puzzle had fit into place, but he really didn't want to think
about it at the moment.  There was breakfast to be devoured, activities to
do, and fun to be had.  After washing up from breakfast - he didn't have
the experience yet to pack paper plates instead of a mess kit, which had to
be washed - he, John and a few other boys went on an exploratory trip
around the camp, with orders from the Scoutmaster to be back in about an
hour and not to get into the lake without supervision.  The morning fog was
rising off the lake as they walked across the earthen dam, giving an eerie
feeling to their walk.  One of the other boys began to hum the Twilight
Zone theme in the fog, which brought giggles from the rest of the group.
They were able to continue their walk across the dam until they were met
with the spillway cut through the embankment.

"Oh crap, now what?" one of the crew asked.

"Well we either turn back, or find a way across," said Robbie, a
14-year-old First Class Scout and Patrol Leader, as he made his way down
the slope of the embankment.

When he reached the bottom, he took off his shoes and socks and waded
across the few inches of water running across the flat concrete spillway.
"It's a little slimy, but it's cool."

When he reached the other side, the other 4 boys made their way down and
started to follow Robbie's example.  About three-quarters of the way
across, John and another young Scout lost their footing on the algae and
ended up on their butts in the water.  David started to giggle, soon joined
by the rest of the guys, at the looks on the two boys' faces.

"Hey, how 'bout some help?" whined John.

When the other boys reached them, still snickering, John and the other kid
grabbed ahold of their would-be rescuers and pulled them down into the
water.  Soon, all five boys were soaking wet, and laughing their tails off.
They were brought out of their unplanned water activity by the sound of the
Scoutmaster's whistle, calling the boys back to the cabin for the first
event of the day.  Sobering up a little, they pulled themselves out of the
water, and started the trek back to the cabin.  When they arrived, still
wet, the Scoutmaster went into a tirade.

"You were supposed to stay out of the lake!  Look at you!  What the heck
was in your heads when you decided to not listen to what I said?  Get your
butts inside and change, the rest of us will wait."

Properly chastised more by the looks of the other boys than the leader's
yelling, they went inside to change.  As they were stripping, David looked
at his cohorts in crime.  Trying to keep it casual and unnoticeable, his
attention was drawn to their bodies as more and more was exposed.  Robbie
was definitely the most interesting to David.  At 14, he had a patch of
hair at the base of his cold-shriveled dick.  Noticing David's curiosity,
he smiled and joked, "Cold water does it all the time," and continued
pulling up his briefs.  Embarrassed at being caught by the older boy, David
focused on changing into dry clothes.  As they were leaving to rejoin the
rest of the troop, John whispered, "He's got a nice one."  David just
blushed and stayed quiet.

The morning 'nature hike' lasted until lunchtime.  David found it some of
it interesting, but mainly boring.  How many 11-year-olds really want to
know how old a tree is instead of how easy is it to climb?  The walk in the
outside air led to ravenous appetites, and the cold cut sandwiches were
soon history.  The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully, football and
merit badge work filled in the time until supper.  After supper, David,
John, and the other three boys involved in the 'water accident' that
morning were assigned the clean-up of the supper dishes.  After cleaning
up, the boys had about an hour of free time until the evening activity.

Soon the bunks were being pulled and rearranged in the cabin so there was a
large squared-off area in the center of the floor.  Mattresses from unused
bunks were spread on the floor and upended against the bunks adjacent to
this area.  The Scoutmaster and one of the assistants then retrieved two
pairs of boxing gloves from their packs and started assigning the boys'
sparring partners.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** This boxing activity is completely legit.  Of course
there was no padding and the rule of 'no punches above the shoulders or
below the waist' was strictly enforced.  The early 70's were a simpler and
happier time for the Scouting program.  In this day and age of "drop of a
dime" lawsuits, no one would even consider doing half the activities we
experienced in those years.

***BACK TO THE STORY - ALREADY IN PROGRESS*** To say David was surprised
would be an understatement.  BOXING?  Beating on each other - and getting
BEATEN?  The only person he had ever hit was his sister - and she really
wasn't a person anyway.  He wasn't sure of this whole thing.  The
Scoutmaster was going over the rules: 1.  No hits above the shoulders or
below the waist, 2.  The bouts would last two minutes, or until one boy
managed to tag the other three times on the torso, 3.  Any rule-breaking
would be punished by that boy not being allowed to go on the next camping
trip.

Everyone else seemed up for the torture, and David decided he wouldn't be a
spoil sport.  Maybe he could stay away from his opponent enough to take up
the time limit.  The thought of 'taking a dive' never crossed his
mind....it wouldn't be, well, 'manly."  The bouts started with the older
boys facing off.  David and the other boys watched as some blows were
traded, but most of the matches seemed to run out of time before any injury
took place.  "This might not be so bad," thought David.

Soon it was his turn.  His opponent was a kid that no one really seemed to
like and was a bit taller and heavier than David.  After donning the
gloves, and tapping them together in the center of the 'ring', the boys
faced off.  David was able to block most of his fellow 11- year-old's
punches and got in a few of his own, which seemed to anger the other boy.
Not heard over the yells of the spectators, the other boy said, "I'm going
to whip your queer ass."

David was stunned.  What?  Did he know about John and him messing around
last night?  While David's guard was down, the boy threw a solid punch to
David's mid-section, almost putting him down on the mat.  Back in reality,
David looked up and saw the nasty grin on the other boy's face.  David
didn't know what snapped in his head, but snap it did.

Charging the other boy, whose grinning face had turned into one of fear,
David started throwing punches at the other boy.  The boy only had a chance
to block and one of David's swings glanced off his arm and ended up
connecting with his nose.  The boys outside the 'arena' went silent as the
blood started to flow from the boy's nose.  David's horror was complete
when the other boy started to cry.  He threw off the gloves and charged out
of the cabin, tears starting to leak from his eyes.

A few minutes later, one of the Assistant Scoutmasters, Mr. Rawley, found
him sobbing on the steps outside the cabin.  Sitting down beside David, he
draped his arm over his shoulders and gently squeezed.  Losing all
semblance of dignity, David buried his face into the man's shirt and
bawled.

"I'm s-s-so s-s-sorry," David whimpered.

The man tightened his grip a bit, pulling David's face closer to his chest
so the 'interested parties' gazing through the windows of the cabin
couldn't really tell how bad the boy was crying.

As David's tears dwindled, Mr. Rawley slowly released his hold on David,
but still kept his arm across his shoulders.  "It's ok, Dave, it's ok.
Everyone knows you didn't mean it, it was an accident, and accidents
happen."

"He called me a queer," whispered David, "and it made me mad."

"Kids call each other that all the time, Dave.  He thought he could get
your attention that way and win."  Then he chuckled.  "I guess you ruined
his plan."

David started to grin as well, despite his sore gut and bad feelings.
"Yeah, I guess I did," he said.

"Well," Mr. Rawley said, "we'd better get back inside.  Everyone's a little
worried about you."

Getting up, the man reached his hand down to David who grabbed it and
pulled himself to his feet.  With his back to the windows, the Mr. Rawley
grinned again, "You pack one heck of a right, remind me not to make you
mad, ok?"  Then putting his arm back across David's shoulders, they entered
the subdued cabin.

When the door opened, all conversation stopped, and all eyes were on David.
Mr. Rawley squeezed David's shoulder and whispered, "Go get 'em, sport."
Then he removed his arm and walked over to where the Scoutmaster was
treating the other boy.

David looked around the cabin.  Some of the faces he saw were blank, but
some had ill- concealed grins plastered on them.  David felt bad about what
had happened, but he also felt a slight sense of pride at what he had done.
He had defended himself, and showed that he could take care of himself if
the need ever arose again.  John walked over to him, and took his wrist,
raised it into the air and yelled, "THE CHAMPEEN!"  The room erupted in
laughs and "Way to go's" until the leaders quieted them with a few harsh
words.  David walked over to where the boy was laying with an ice pack on
his nose and held out his hand.  "Sorry, no hard feelings?"

The boy looked at him a few seconds, then smiled and took his hand.  "Nope,
it's cool.  I want a rematch."

"No way!  Once was enough for me," smiled David.

"Yeah, me too."

Satisfied he hadn't made an enemy, David wandered back to his bunk.  Some
of the boys crowded around excited about the event, but all David wanted to
do was forget about it.  He half-heartedly joked with the other kids until
it was bedtime.  The previous evening's activities had been pushed from his
mind by the 'excitement' of the evening, all he wanted to do was sleep.

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Well another chapter down the tubes.  Apologies in advance for those who
thought there would be some 'action' between David and Mr. Rawley.  David
does have a 'fling' with an older male however - that's to come in a later
chapter, and it had quite the impact.  The incident with Mr. Rawley DID
have an impact of David's life - he just didn't realize it at the time.

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