Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 19:27:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 18

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.

Woohoo, more Scout action in this chapter too.  LOL As I have read back
over previous chapters, it appears that David hasn't found anyone who isn't
interested in `messing around.'  Believe me, there were other friends in
David's life, but why bore you with details of people that don't have an
impact?  Although....come to think of it, there's one or two out there that
have commented that it's a boring story anyway.  LOL Life goes on, n'est-ce
pas?

Here is Chapter 18....enjoy....if you dare :-)

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 17

"Yep, and it was fun....wasn't it?"

Resignedly, David replied, "Yeah, it was.  Now I've got to go to sleep."

"Yeah, Mr. Cook First Class," John giggled, "I want my eggs scrambled."

Smiling tiredly back, "Whatever," he replied.

Both boys were soon asleep, each to his own separate, but similar, dreams.


CHAPTER 18 - Misinformation Can Be Fun Too

Saturday morning came early.  Especially for David's patrol, who had to be
up an hour before the other boys to start preparing breakfast.  Looking
around at 'his' boys rousing themselves, he was happy to see that he wasn't
the only one who didn't do mornings well. All four boys were bleary-eyed as
they got dressed, performed their normal morning duties, and then made
their way over to the kitchen area, where the three leaders were sitting,
drinking coffee.

"Well, glad to see you guys are all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," laughed
Mr. Frantz.  Receiving nothing but half-hearted mumbles from his KP staff,
he grinned.  "Bet you all will sleep tonight.  Now let's get started."

David supervised the three younger ones as they began breaking eggs,
peeling potatoes for hash browns, and heating up the pans.  As the boys
worked, they began to wake up a little more, and started softly talking
amongst themselves.

Neal bumped David's hip and smiled, "This is sort of fun."

Scott grumbled, "Yeah right, you're making the eggs and I'm peeling the
potatoes, some fun."

Matt, at the stove, just turned and grinned, "Yeah, I'm having fun too."

David thought he'd dim Matt's good humor a little, "You will be though,
since we're preparing the food, you get to be the dishwasher."

Matt's smile evaporated, "I have to wash dishes?"

"Yep," laughed David, "so don't burn anything."

Soon the raw materials were ready for cooking.  The Scoutmaster grinned and
handed David the stew pot and a metal ladle.  "Since you're cooking, you
have the honors."

David took the pot and ladle and walked toward the bunks on the other side
of the cabin.  The leaders and younger boys watched him almost skip to the
other side of the cabin, at the foot of John's bunk.

With a flourish, he raised the ladle, and proceeded to make as much noise
as humanly possible.  At the first crash, John almost leapt out of bed,
groggily trying to get away from whatever was making such a racket.  David
laughed, banged on the pot a few more times while walking back to the
kitchen, and ceremoniously handed the `alarm clock' back to the
Scoutmaster.

The cabin was filled with moans and groans as the other boys roused
themselves, the sound of sizzling bacon and potatoes stirring them more
than the pot banging.  The food was just getting done as the boys began to
trickle over to the table, John giving David a look that read, "I'll get
you later."

Breakfast, as usual, was well-received and David's patrol bathed in the
compliments of their peers.  Pitching in to help a relieved Matt wash the
dishes, they were soon ready for the day.  The merit badge classes took
most of the day, with only an hour break for lunch.  By 4:00 PM, the
classes had wound down and the boys had the rest of the day, what was left
of it, free.  David's patrol didn't have to start cooking again until about
6, and all that was planned was chili and cornbread, so they also could
relax a little.  David was talking to some of the older boys, when he
noticed John, Scott, and Neal in a huddle on the other end of the field
where they had come before supper.  As if Neal sensed David's gaze, he
turned around with a downcast look, and gave a little smile.  Caught up in
his conversation, David couldn't do anything about it at the moment, but
kept his eye on the little group.  Every once in a while, Neal would turn
to leave, but either John or Scott would grab his arm and pull him back.
Both conversations ended about the same time, and David started toward
Neal, who was sitting on the ground with his arms wrapped around his legs,
looking out at the lake.  John and Scott had headed toward the upper end of
the camp, followed by Matt and one or two other boys.

Reaching Neal, he realized that the boy was in silent tears.  Now very
concerned, David dropped down to his haunches beside him and asked, "Hey,
what's wrong?"

His voice breaking, Neal answered without looking at David, "John saw us
last night and told Scott, now they want me to move and sleep between them,
so they can mess around with me too."

David was somewhat stunned at this revelation.  After all, he knew that
John saw him and Neal playing with each other last night, but thought
nothing of it.  The more he looked at the silently crying boy beside him,
the madder he got.  His mom always told him that he had his dad's short
fuse, and that fuse was almost burned to the explosive.  Giving Neal a
quick over-the-shoulder hug, he said, "Don't worry about it, I'll take care
of this."

David began walking in the direction he saw the other boys go earlier.  The
more he walked, the more upset he got.  He was more upset that Neal was
crying, than any other thing, but he started to think about how cool Neal
was with what they had done, and how wrong it was for the brothers to `move
in' on that.  After all, why did they need Neal?  They had each other, they
proved that last night.  Soon, he began to hear laughing and talking from
ahead of him, heading his way.  He stopped in the middle of the road and
waited.  Soon, John, Scott, and the other boys came into view, and seeing
David, began to ask him to join them.  Then they saw the look David had on
his face, and conversation stopped.  He told Matt and Scott to head back to
the cabin to start getting ready to cook, and the other boys wisely joined
them.  Now alone face-to-face, the two older boys just stared at each
other.

John broke the silence, "What's wrong with you?"

"What do you think?" hissed David.

"Well whatever it is, get over it, man," John tried to smile, but it
faltered when he realized David was ready to start throwing punches.

"You know," David said in a low pitch, "Scott was right, you ARE a dick."

"What the heck are you talking about?  And, anyway, he called us BOTH
dicks."

"You don't have to worry about the sleeping arrangements tonight," snarled
David, "I'm gonna take care of that when we get back."

Finally realizing what this was all about, John started smiling.  Then,
"Awww, isn't that cute David's taking up for his boyfriennnnnnd."

It was the proverbial straw.  David, already wound tight, exploded.  He
jumped at John, who went down in the dirt, surprised at the attack from
this boy, with whom he had been friends until a few minutes ago.  David was
sitting on his chest, using his knees to hold John's arms out of the way.
He swung at John, connecting with his jaw.  "Oww, that hurt," he thought.

John burst into tears, the tough boy facade crumbling.  "What'd you do that
for?" he managed to get out between sobs.

"You know exactly why, dick.  And if any of this ever gets out, I'll do it
again."  David then got off John, gave a half-hearted kick to his butt,
turned and walked back to the cabin.

Mr. Frantz met him at the door, "Ok, Dave, what's going on?  I've got one
boy who's been crying and two that are worried sick about something, fixing
supper, want to fill me in?"

"Nothing really, just an argument.  It's settled," David replied nervously,
but looked Mr.  Frantz in the eyes while saying it.

Matching David's gaze, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "Ok, if
you say it's settled, then it's settled."

Relieved, David nodded, then both of them turned when John started coming
up the path toward them.  David, realizing this was the moment of truth,
held his breath while Mr. Frantz looked over John's disheveled form.

"Anything you want to tell me?" he asked the bedraggled boy.

Glancing at David, then to the Scoutmaster, then back to the ground, he
mumbled, "No, sir."

"Alright then, since everything is settled, we can go eat, the chili is
almost finished.  John, go clean up."

John walked toward the lean-to behind the cabin where there was running
water, and David started inside to join his patrol.  Mr. Frantz stopped
him.

"David, I don't know what is going on, but I'm going to separate you and
John tonight.  I don't want any more trouble.  I'll move John over to the
other side of the cabin, there's a couple empty bunks.  You need to be with
your patrol, I think."

Nodding, David entered the cabin, and walked over to `his' cooks.  "Smells
good," he said, startling the three silent boys.

They looked at him, then to the door as John - looking a little better,
came in, and went directly to his bunk.  Mr. Frantz moved over to him, and
after a whispered conversation, John moved his sleeping bag to an empty
bunk on the other side.  Turning back to the job at hand, they removed the
cornbread from the oven, and set it and the now steaming chili on the
table.  Either not noticing the drama playing out in front of them, or just
not caring, the other boys were their normal boisterous selves and soon the
meal was a memory.  John remained on his bunk, stating that he wasn't
hungry and didn't like chili anyway.  As they were washing up the pots and
pans, the younger boys interrogated David, curious as to what was
happening.

"What did he do THIS time," asked Scott, gesturing at his silent, moping
brother.

"He just made a mistake, that's all," answered David, giving enough
information to answer the question, but not give anything away.  An
unwritten law was being followed, it was between John and David, no one
else needed to know.

Matt, smiling with one side of his mouth, asked, "So what did I miss?"

"Nothing you haven't seen before."

"Ok," Matt replied in a disappointed tone.

Pots and pans washed up, Scott joked to Neal, "Since John's bunk is empty,
you can move there."

Hesitating, Neal looked at David, who answered, "I don't think so."

"But we decided to change bunks earlier," argued Scott.

Pointedly looking at John, David answered, "John sort of changed his mind."

Catching the implied meaning, Scott turned to Matt, "Hey, then you can
switch."

Matt smiled, "Cool."

After switching his bag around, Matt looked at David with a funny
expression, and asked, "What did you do?"

His answer would have to wait, as Mr. Frantz was calling the boys'
attention to make an announcement.

"Normally," he started, "we allow you boys to sleep anywhere you want when
we're here.  We've," nodding toward the other two leaders, "have decided
that from now on, you guys will be sleeping in your patrols, just like we
do when we're tent camping.  The only one who wasn't in his patrol was
John, and that has been taken care of.  Now, get lost!"  This last command
was given with a smile, and the boys laughed, the tense moment diffused.

David thought that was pretty cool.  Mr. Frantz knew something happened,
and took action, but in a way that John wasn't embarrassed.  David felt it
necessary to check and see if John was ok.  As he got to John's bunk, the
boy half cringed and said, "What do you want?"

"Just seeing if you were ok, I didn't mean to hit you that hard," he held
up his right hand - the knuckles swollen a bit, "you have a hard jaw.  But
you made me mad, and wouldn't leave Neal alone."

"You didn't have to hit me, you know."

David shrugged, "Well, just thought I'd see if you were ok."  Then he
turned to leave.

"Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing," John sighed, rolling on his side away from David.

David shrugged again, and went back over to his patrol, joining in their
conversation until bedtime.  Stripping to his briefs, he noticed that Matt
and Neal had lost their bashfulness and had done the same.  Matt looked
over and grinned, "I felt nasty this morning."

Laughing at the boy's expression, David said, "Yeah, everyone learns
sometime, I did.  The same way as you."

Climbing into their bags, they began to talk quietly and when the lights
went out, the talking turned to whispering and slowly faded.

Feeling Neal slide closer to him, David smiled and turned on his side to
face him.  Neal was grinning, "Ok, give, what did you do to John?"

Grinning back, he answered, "What do you think?"

In a whispered falsetto, Neal said, "My hero!" and play-swooned onto his
back.

Punching the boy lightly, David giggled, "Stop it."

Turning serious, Neal informed David that Scott really didn't want anything
to do with John's plan, but was basically bullied into it by his older
brother.  Another mystery solved.  David was wondering why Scott didn't
seem to be too mad at him, and now he knew.  He sighed, "Whew, I thought I
was going to have to stay awake all night, in case Scott decided to get
revenge."

"Nah, Scott and I talked a lot when he got back, and he's ok."  Then he
giggled, "You know what else he told me?"

"What?"

"He said that you can make your balls blow up like a balloon by blowing air
into your dick."

"He did?"

"Yeah," Neal giggled, "wonder if it's true?"

Knowing better (after all, he had sex-ed and knew how things worked), but
unwilling to stop where this was going, he replied, "I dunno."

"Ummm, could we try?"  Neal asked shyly.

"Here?"

"No one will know, we'll keep our sleeping bags up, most of them are asleep
anyway."

"Well, I guess we could try."

"Ok," Neal answered with a note of excitement, "I'll do you first, let me
know if it works, ok?"

Excited, and rock hard by now, David was willing to tell him just about
anything as long as Neal tried.  He slid his underwear down, and unzipped
his bag so that Neal could get his head inside, and whispered, "ok."

Neal slowly moved his head into David's bag, after David assured him that
he wasn't going to `make a mess, when he was down there.'

David felt Neal's head come to rest on his stomach as his hand grasped
David's hard dick and played with it a few minutes.  Then he felt the boy's
warm breath on his sensitive dickhead, soon followed by the feel of Neal's
lips.  Neal moved his lips down about halfway over David's head and tried
blowing into the slit.  Of course, nothing happened, but it felt great!  He
let Neal attempt a few more times, and then whispered, "Maybe they're full
already, try to suck the air out."

Neal gave David's dick a few quick sucks, then became bored that nothing
was happening, and moved away from David's groin.  He whispered, "Nothing
happened, did it?"

Sighing in mock disappointment, he replied, "No, but you tried, and it felt
good.  Want me to try?"

Easing onto his back, Neal replied, "Yeah."

David took a quick look around the dark cabin before sliding further down
into his bag, and slipping his head out of his bag and into Neal's.  He
started running his finger up and down Neal's hairless boner, making Neal
shake a little.  He moved his hand to the little ballsac, as he moved his
mouth onto Neal's dick, taking it all inside his mouth.  Neal jerked at the
contact then settled down as David's tongue worked over his little shaft.
Then Neal's hands were on his head, grabbing his hair as he sucked in a
breath and his boner gave a few strong jerks in David's mouth.  Neal's grip
on his hair relaxed, and his hands moved out of the sleeping bag, patting
David's head through the fabric.  Taking this as a sign to stop, David slid
his head out of the boy's bag and back up to lay beside his.

"Wow," Neal breathed, "that was....wow."

David slid his hand into Neal's bag, sliding over the boy's stomach, and
grasping the boy's still hard dick, gave it a squeezing stroke.  Hearing no
protests, he slid his fingers up and down Neal's shaft until he was jerking
again.  Exhaling quietly, Neal grabbed David's hand and moved it to his
stomach.  David laid there, just watching the boy's face as it slowly began
to relax.  He wanted to kiss him, but this wasn't the time or place, and
Neal would probably freak out anyway.  And, Kelly was the only one he had
kissed, so maybe it wasn't a good idea to begin with.

He was still thinking this, his eyes unfocused, when he became aware of a
small warm hand moving toward his groin.  Smiling at the boy, whose eyes
were now open, he nodded.  Neal moved lower, finding the hardness of
David's dick and wrapping his hand around it.  "Don't mess on me," he
whispered.

"Ok, I won't, promise," David whispered as the younger boy began to stroke
him.  Thinking of the `blow-jobs' earlier, it wasn't long before David slid
his hand down to Neal's, pulling it away and replacing it with his own.
Lost in the pleasure, David's hand only moved a few times before his dick
was flexing in orgasm.  Not feeling any warm liquid leaking onto his hand,
he figured this was one of the times that he told Neal about the previous
night.  Taking Neal's hand from his stomach, where it had stayed after
David had taken over, he moved it to his softening dick.  "See?"  He
whispered, "No mess."

Neal explored the older boy's dick, which had lost some of it's stiffness.
Not finding any "mess", he continued to play for a few minutes, then pulled
his hand away.  "How come there's no...stuff," he asked.

"Well," David answered, "I told you sometimes it does and sometimes it
doesn't."

"I'm glad it didn't this time, no mess to clean up."

David quietly giggled at the boy's serious observation, and pulled his
briefs up, yawning.

"Better get some sleep, Neal.  We're leaving about 9 in the morning."

"Ok, Dave," came the whispered reply, "That was great again....thanks."

"No problem, I liked it too."

Tired from the activities and drama of the day, both boys were soon asleep.

Across the way, another sleeping boy was dreaming as well.  Unlike David's
dreams, his were somewhat dark and full of revenge.  The morning would
definitely bring a new day.

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This is NOT a cliffhanger.  Trust me.  In the end, Scott talked John out of
any vengeful plans he may have dreamed up.  John and Dave hold an uneasy
truce through the next few years, but were never as close as they were.
And still, life goes on. :-)

Thanks for reading!

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