Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2004 14:25:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure - High School 15

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Let's see: 1.  If it's illegal - don't read this.  2.
If you can't accept it - don't read this.  3.  If you're underage - don't
read this.  4.  It's mine - don't distribute without permission.  5.
Characters and events bear an uncanny resemblance to people I grew up with
and stuff I went through - ooops. ;-) That about covers it.

Background info time - Philmont is a Scout reservation in New Mexico.  It's
12 days of hiking and camping with a group of other boys from different
troops in the same District and Council.  Our Council shipped us off in two
Greyhound busses for the four-day drive.  Each night was spent in either an
Army base or school gym in sleeping bags.

David and another boy from the same troop, Dan, had signed up for the trip
early - before it had 'closed out.'  John (yes, THAT one), had waited until
the last minute and his parents had to do some 'weight-throwing' to get him
on the trip.  While their actions got John aboard the bus, it caused a
little friction with the other members of their 10-boy contingent.  Tent
mates had already been picked, and John ended up being a fifth wheel.

I guess I'm giving this info to sort of save a little descriptive time in
the story, but we'll see how it goes.

Here's Chapter 15......

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 14

He tried to call Kelly to give him the news, but the line was busy.  He was
sure this was going to be quite the amusing subject of conversation
tomorrow, and Kelly would be happy to know that he really didn't screw up.
The thought crossed his mind to play it up and make his boyfriend pay for
his actions, but then realized that he probably had paid enough.  He tried
to call two or three more times that evening, but the line was still busy,
so he attempted to do some homework.  He managed to finish about half of
what he had before it was time for bed.  Tomorrow was going to be
interesting, no doubt about it.



UNDER PRESSURE/HIGH SCHOOL 15 - A Fucking Homo

"So you're going to write to us right?  I couldn't bear to be forgotten,"
dramatized Steve.

David chuckled, "Don't worry Steve, how could I forget a goof like you?
Anyway, I'm not leaving until July."

They were discussing their summer plans this morning, and David's trip to
the Philmont Scout Ranch became the major topic.  The other five were
extremely interested in what David was going to do while he was there.

"It sounds like a blast," Mark noted, "I mean rock climbing and panning for
gold and stuff."

"Yeah, he's gonna find the mother lode and forget about us peons," Sean
laughed.

"Or fall off a rock and kill himself," Kelly joked.

"That's ok, you guys are all in my will," David laughed.

"We'd better be.  What about Suzy?  Is she in there too?" grinned Steve.

David and Suzy had only gone out once since they started talking, but to
his friends, it was like they were an 'item.'  It was fun for both of them,
but both were too shy to do any more than hold hands briefly during the
movie, and chat in school.  She was a lot different from Sally.  David
thought he and Suzy could be boyfriend and girlfriend without a whole lot
of problem, if he was interested.  David told Kelly once that he thought
that Suzy was too shy to make a move, so David could go as slow as he
wanted without any pressuring.

"Well?" asked Steve huffily.  "Is she?"

"Yeah, she gets my estate," David replied with a smile.

"It's true love guys," Kelly chimed in, grinning at his boyfriend.

David shook his head.  He never understood why his love life was such a
popular subject for his friends' teasing.  But, he thought, he sure did
give Sean and Steve a hard time about their dance dates.  Especially since
both of them seemed to have continued interest in pursuing his and Kelly's
ex-girlfriends.  So he figured it wasn't just him, until times like these
rolled around.

He decided to get his shots in where he could, "So how's Brenda, Kel?"

Kelly blushed, "We're just good friends."

"Ooooooh," the other five chorused, and then Kelly was under the gun until
the bell rang.

"So you leave when?" asked Kelly on the way to home room.

"July, ummm, 9th, I think."

"And when do you come back?"

"The 30th, it's like 21 days.  Gonna miss me?"

Kelly grinned, "Nah, I've got Brenda to fill in for you."

David laughed, "Sure."

"What do you think?" Kelly asked, getting serious.  "I mean the next couple
of weeks, you're busy every weekend with shake-down hikes and stuff.  Then
21 days away - 'course I'm gonna."

"Well, we'll get together sometime, Kel.  Promise."

'Sometime' turned out to be a Sunday night sleepover and a day at the ore
pits before David was scheduled to leave.  The sleepover was typical for
them, lots of kissing and 'other things,' and the day at the ore pits
consisted of sitting on the boiler, arms around each other, making out.

David started to resent the every-weekend hiking trips his group was taking
to prepare themselves for the ranch.  Most of the guys were pretty cool,
and Dan had always been a pretty good 'Scout friend,' even though he was a
year younger than David.  John was another story.  David hadn't really hung
around him for a while except at Scouts, and was really surprised at the
change in his attitude on these hikes.  All John did was complain.  It was
too hot, his pack was too heavy, and whatnot.  David previously thought
that maybe he and John could have a little 'fun' on the trip, but with this
new John, it wasn't going to happen.  He was tenting with Dan, who had a
girlfriend, and sleeping with over 100 fellow Scouts and leaders in the
same room on the bus trip down and back wasn't conducive to any kind of
sexual release.  He sighed to himself, it was going to be a long three
weeks.

They were staying at an Army base somewhere in the midwest on the second
night when something happened that showed David exactly why his secret had
to remain that way.  About one in the morning, he woke to the sounds of
yelling and what sounded like fighting.  Blinking in the glare of the
lights when they came on, he saw John and another boy cowering in a circle
of yelling boys.  The room was soon awake as the leaders broke up the fight
and quieted the yelling, pulling John, the unknown boy, and two of the
attackers into a side room.  The remaining boys wandered back to their
sleeping bags under the orders of the adults who had stayed back to make
sure the ruckus quieted down.  Sitting up in their bags, David and Dan
looked at each other and shrugged, then perked their ears at a neighboring
conversation between two boys from another troop.

"He's a fucking homo," one was saying.  "Brett," David assumed it was one
of the other boys in the side room, "walked in the bathroom and saw the
blond kid (John) with the other kid's dick in his hand."

"No way," the other boy said.

"Yeah, he's a homo, man.  Glad he's not with us."

"Me too, that's just fucked up.  Wonder what will happen?"

"Dunno, but he oughta be sent home or something worse."

David and Dan looked at each other shocked.  The same thought went through
their minds, John was caught messing with another boy, and he was in their
group.  John's already low popularity was about to hit rock bottom.

The voices from the back room rose a little, then quieted.  One of the
adults came out and motioned to David, Dan, and John's crew leader and
another adult, who they assumed to be the other boy's leader, who followed
him back into the room.  Whispered conversations around the room silenced
after a few minutes as the door opened and the boys and adults came back.
John and the other boy meekly followed their crew leaders to where their
bags were, eyes downcast.  Brett and his partner made their way back over
to where they had been sleeping, sitting on their bags, immediately
surrounded by curious onlookers.  David and Dan saw them shake their heads
and shrug at the unheard questions being thrown at them.

One of the adults walked over to the stage in the gym where they had been
sleeping and quieted the crowd of curious boys.

"There seems to have been a misunderstanding here," he began.  Then he
looked over to where Brett was sitting, "Right, Brett?"

Brett nodded almost reluctantly, then the leader continued, "No matter what
you hear, remember that it's only a rumor, and don't believe everything
that's told to you.  It's a complete misunderstanding.  And no one is to be
treated any different for the remainder of the trip.  Anyone caught
spreading rumors or anyone that mistreats anyone else will immediately be
sent home.  Do I make myself understood?"

His question was answered by nods and 'yes sir's' as he glowered at them
one more time before leaving the stage, and turning off all the lights
except one row at the other end of the gym.  David glanced to where John
was sitting a few feet away, his eyes still focused on the floor, and
thought he could see his former friend crying.  He shrugged a little and
reclined onto his back once more, rolling over on his side to see Dan
facing him.

"Think it's true?" Dan asked.

"Dunno," David answered, his stomach churning.

"I can't believe John would do something like that," Dan continued.

David just shrugged, unwilling to answer.

"I mean you and him are friends, has he ever tried to do anything to you?"

"No," David lied, trapped.

"See what I mean?"

"Yeah," David answered quietly.  "We'd better go to sleep Dan, I don't
think either one of us wants to get sent home."

"Yeah," Dan whispered, rolling away from David.

David closed his eyes, sleep was the furthest thing from his mind.  Through
half-closed eyes, he saw the boys surrounding John reposition their
sleeping bags further away before climbing in and settling down.  John
seemed almost like a zombie as he got inside his own bag, never once
looking up.

After a few warnings, the whispering quieted down as the boys began to once
again drift off to sleep.  After a few minutes, the row of lights at the
end of the gym was switched off, to be replaced by the beam of a flashlight
shining up toward the ceiling, dimly illuminating the room.  David glimpsed
one of the adults, sitting on the edge of the stage, watching the room for
any activity.  Even though his mind was racing and his stomach still a
little sour, he finally drifted off himself.

The next morning, it was a subdued bunch that climbed on the buses to
continue the trip.  John sat up front, next to their crew leader, and was
basically ignored the rest of the day.  David and Dan were a little
concerned, after all he was a member of their troop, but kept their
distance as well.  That night, they stayed in a barracks with bunk beds,
and John and the other boy slept in the leader's section, whispers of their
supposed activities running amongst the other boys.  Dan tried to bring it
up once or twice while they were laying in their bunks before lights out,
but David wasn't interested in talking about it, so Dan changed the subject
to the next 13 days they would spend at the ranch.  David's mood brightened
a little as thoughts of John were replaced by the excitement that lay in
store.

The last day on the road brought them finally to Philmont.  Excited boys
piled off the buses and assembled into their contingents.  Guides assigned
to each group showed them around the base camp, and where they would be
sleeping the first night in preparation for their trek.  David and Dan
stowed their gear in the walled tent they would share for the night, then
went exploring the camp, soon finding the 'saloon' and enjoyed a root beer
or two before getting ready to leave.  That night they had a crew meeting
in front of the leader's tent.  John was noticeably absent.  The leader
started the meeting, informing them that John was sick and was in the
infirmary.  A few glances passed around the group, then their attention was
directed to their planned itinerary.  The meeting lasted until supper,
everyone made aware of their responsibilities and expectations for the next
12 days.

After supper, their guide advised them to get to sleep early, since
tomorrow would be their first day on the trail.  By 9:00 that night, all
the boys were in their tents, either chatting quietly or sleeping.

"I bet he goes home," Dan said.

"Maybe," David agreed.  "I mean there weren't any plans made today for
leaving late or anything."

"Thinks he's really sick?"

"Dunno."

"Well, night Dave."

"Night, Dan, remember, lots of sleep," David advised in a deep voice.

Dan laughed, then rolled onto his side to go to sleep.

The next three days passed in a tired, breathless blur.  The altitude was
higher than anything most of them were used to, and breathing was
difficult.  "Especially with 40 pounds on your back," David grumbled to
himself.  John had been left in the infirmary, too sick to start the hike.
David thought that the one good thing out of all this was he was so tired
at night he went right to sleep, no time for his brain to think of the last
week of no release of 'tension.'  He was finally getting used to the thin
air and long miles, the activities at each camp breaking up the monotony of
putting one foot in front of the other.  He and Dan were walking side by
side on the trail on the fourth day when a stray thought entered David's
mind.  He was talking to Dan about the next day when they were scheduled
for a layover - a day of staying put, when he became fascinated with a drop
of sweat rolling down Dan's chest and disappearing into his navel.  It was
hot and they were hiking in shorts with shirts unbuttoned and untucked.
David was brought back to his senses when he stumbled on a protruding rock
and almost went down.  He also realized he was hard.  Almost uncomfortably
so.  Shaking his head, he focused on the trail in front of him.  He and Dan
continued chatting until they took a break for lunch.  Shedding their packs
and relaxing under tress and against rocks, the boys broke out trail bars
and canteens.  David furtively looked around at his fellow Scouts.  Some of
them were definitely kind of cute.  Most had their shirts unbuttoned and
David was able to observe most of their upper bodies as they moved.  But
his attention kept being drawn back to Dan.  He was about 5' 7", 120
pounds, longish dark hair, brown eyes and faint freckles across his cheeks.

"Stop it!" David thought to himself, realizing he was sort of attracted to
his troop mate.  He knew he didn't have a chance to attempt anything with
Dan - especially after what happened with John on the trip out here.  He
couldn't keep his eyes away from the boy sitting a few feet in front of him
though.  He tried focusing on Dan's face, then started glancing around at
the scenery, willing his mind onto other subjects.

"You ok?" came Dan's voice.

"Yeah," David answered, then smiled.  "Just zoning out a little."

Dan laughed, and used the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his
forehead, giving David a glimpse of his smooth stomach and chest.  David
swallowed the rest of the trail bar in his mouth and took a swig from his
canteen of tepid water.

"I heard there's showers at the next camp," Dan said.

The other boys who heard his comment nodded, and the conversation turned to
their first shower in 3 days.

"Gonna feel good to get this grunge off," one of them laughed.

"Yeah, a real shower is going to be great!" another agreed.

David was sure they all were a little odiferous by now.  You got used to
the smell of sweat and deteriorating deodorant after a day or two on the
trail.  Washing off with a damp washcloth just didn't cut it.  The boys
continued discussing the pending shower, and soon it was elaborated into a
sauna with naked girls ready with soft fluffy towels.  Laughing and joking
about their mental picture, the boys once again set out, eagerly
anticipating running water.

As with all legends, the shower was a little bit of a disappointment when
they arrived at their lay-over campsite.  A single stall beside a 'real'
latrine, the water was pumped out of a nearby pond.  After supper, the boys
stripped to their briefs, grabbed a clean set of clothes, towels and soap
and waited in line to take their turn under the water.  David tried to keep
his eyes averted from the almost naked boys around him.  They were somewhat
silent, each one purposely not looking at any of the others.  The tenseness
of the wait was broken by the first boy's yell from the shower when he
turned on the water.

"Damn!  It's cold!"

The group of boys waiting looked at each other and started laughing.
Catcalls of "poor baby,' 'wimp,' and 'wuss,' greeted his displeasure at the
water temperature.  The boys once again began to chat and joke with one
another, David was able to catch a glimpse of bare flesh and brief covered
dicks as the boys' attention was focused on their conversations.  David
participated in the joking, able to get a full look at Dan in his briefs.
He was cute, but no way.  Maybe he could relieve some stress in the shower
when it was his turn.  Each boy exiting the shower was greeted with
dramatic sniffs and comments on their new smell.  David soon found out,
when it was his turn, that relief under this shower wasn't going to be
possible.  The water was like ice, he was soon breaking out into goosebumps
and his teeth were chattering.  Even the soap wasn't foaming up under the
cold water.  He did what he could do, quickly washing the accumulated trail
grime off, and washing his hair as best he could.  Then he exited the
shower in clean briefs still shivering, greeted with the typical comments.
The group of boys walked back to the campsite joking about the effects of
the cold water, but expressing their pleasure at finally being clean.
Dressed in jeans and sweatshirts against the chilly night air, they sat
around the campfire talking and laughing about their trip thus far.  Soon
the yawns and droopy eyelids began invading the talking, and the boys
retired to their tents for the night.

Sliding into their sleeping bags, Dan and David said their goodnights and
rolled over to go to sleep.  David didn't know how much later it was but he
was wide awake, looking at Dan who was naked on top of his sleeping bag,
stroking his erection.  Dan looked over to him and smiled, then pulled
David's arm to bring him closer.  Wrapping his hand around David's boner,
Dan began to stroke him.  David took the opportunity to take Dan's hard
dick into his hand and repay the favor.  After a few minutes, Dan
wordlessly crawled up to his hands and knees, turning so his smooth butt
was facing the older boy.  He looked over his shoulder and smiled, then
lowered his head to his bag, raising his butt even more.  Not wasting any
time, David knee-walked up to the exposed ass of his tentmate, and slid his
hard dick into Dan's ass.  He had just buried his full length inside the
14-year-old butt when his actions were disturbed by someone shaking him
awake.

"Hey Dave," Dan whispered, shaking his shoulder.  "You ok?"

"Huh?  What?"

"You were like groaning in your sleep, man.  Woke me up.  You feeling ok?"

"Oh man," David replied, finally realizing what was going on.  He was still
in his sleeping bag, face down, with a hard dick.

"You ok?" Dan asked again, concerned.

"Uh, yeah, just a dream.  I'm ok," David responded, not looking at the boy
beside him.

"Ok, if you're sure."

A little disgruntled at the whole situation, David responded, "I'm ok, man.
Just go back to sleep."

Dan laughed quietly at David's tone, "You don't like to be woke up, do
you?"

David smiled a little, "Not really.  Let's go back to sleep."

"Sounds like a good idea," Dan replied, rolling away from David.

"A freaking dream," David thought.  He quietly rolled on his side away from
Dan, reaching down to adjust his still hard dick.  Absentmindedly, he gave
it a few light strokes.  There was no way he could sleep like this.
Stopping his movements, he listened closely to Dan's deep breathing.
Satisfied his tent partner was back asleep, he reached into the bottom of
his bag for the clothes he was going to wear the next day (I'll address
this later - Fup).  He found the pair of socks and unrolled them inside the
bag with quiet movements.  He pushed his briefs down to his thighs, and
grasped his dick in his hand.  This was going to have to be quick, but he
was sure it wasn't going to take long after almost a week of no release.

Getting the sock ready, he began to slide his hand on his erection.  His
mind went back to his dream and as he thought about sliding his dick into
Dan's butt, he gave a small gasp and went over the edge, his cum shooting
into the sock in his hand.  Releasing his breath quietly, he relaxed,
cleaning up the best he could.  Then he rolled up the socks and shoved them
under his sleeping bag, between it and the floor of the tent.  He giggled
to himself, wondering if he should put them in the bear bag, not knowing if
bears were attracted to that smell or just toothpaste and scented stuff.
Deciding to take the risk, he pulled his briefs back up, and slowly drifted
off to sleep, somewhat satisfied.

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Sorry for the "Dallas" dream sequence."  Actually, no I'm not.  I'm just
glad it wasn't a wet dream.  It's realism was probably mostly due to the
fact of seven days 'trapped' with a bunch of teenage boys and no chance of
relief.  Dan was cute, and still has a part to play.

The 'clothes in the bottom of the bag' routine was actually a good one -
recommended by our guide.  It got down into the mid 40's at night.  It was
nice to have warm clothes to slip into in the morning.

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