Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2004 09:06:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 2-3

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.  Just a couple notes in response to some of the stuff
referenced in the emails I received.

The title of the story isn't random, the reasoning will become apparent as
the story continues.  The first chapters happen when David is 11 almost 12,
which would be around 1972, and progress from there.  The Scouting
reference mentioned in the intro will begin to become a big part in David's
story.  And as stated before, the story of David is semi- autobiographical.
No `creative license' has been, or will be taken to make the story `more
interesting.'

Almost forgot - a description of David is in order I guess: 11 years old
(6th grade), about 4' 8", 95 pounds (soaking wet), blond hair (used to be
almost platinum, but now darkening to a sandy blond), and blue eyes.

Personally speaking, I am a 42 year old single guy (go figure).

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

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER ONE

"What the hell?" he thought.  "Did I just shoot like Rick said, or did I
pee myself?  If that's shooting, I don't know if I want to go through that
kind of feeling again."  Still questioning, he fell into a dreamless sleep
until the alarm went off the next morning.


		   UNDER PRESSURE 2 - Morning From Hell


The alarm jolted David from probably the most restful sleep he had had in
weeks.  As he stretched out the morning kinks, he was aware of his morning
stiffy needing release.  When he thought about what that meant, the events
of the previous night came back to him and the questions resurfaced.  He
smelt breakfast, and decided that the questions could wait and made his way
to the bathroom to relieve the pressure.

As he stood in front of the toilet, he realized that the feelings of
pissing were a lot different than those he experienced the previous night.
"Guess I wasn't pissing myself," he thought and a wry grin passed over his
face for a minute.  He was just finishing up when the door burst open and
his 7-year-old sister barged into the bathroom, screeching that breakfast
was ready and if he wanted to eat, he'd better get to the kitchen.

Lynn was ok for a sister, her antics kept attention focused away from
David, which was just fine with him.  She was the more outgoing of the two
siblings, and had "hundreds more friends" than her big brother - in her
words.  Once again, that was fine with David who was somewhat of an
introvert, but valued his friendships - however few there were.

After dressing in school clothes, David wandered out to the kitchen where
his mother was fixing him a plate, Lynn already there babbling away at a
mile a minute.  David's dad was already at work, and his mom was just
getting ready to leave.

"David, make sure you clean up the plates and stuff before you head to the
bus stop, and make sure that Lynn remembers her books this time," his mom
ordered.

With that last order, she kissed each of her children on the forehead,
grinning as David brushed off the `mom germs', and was out the door.
Finishing up, putting the dirty glasses in the sink, he `sorted out' his
sister and himself, and walked to the bus stop.

Sitting by himself toward the back of the bus - his was one of the first
stops on the route - he took notice that his dick was hard again.  The
vibrations the bus was making felt pretty good and obviously his dick was
enjoying the ride so far.  "Why all of a sudden am I taking notice to this
stuff," he wondered.  He had really not taken any special notice of that
part of his anatomy before except when he was standing at the toilet
`taking care of business.'  Obviously, something about last night had
redirected his attention.

As the bus began to fill up, his thoughts began to focus on the upcoming
school day.  Two tests and learning to play 4-square in gym.  He was broken
out of his mind trip by the rough entry of one of the older boys sliding
into the seat beside him.  Not only did he slide into the seat, but he slid
in like David wasn't even there, crushing him against the side of the bus
before sliding back to a normal position.

"Sorry," the boy snickered, "Didn't see you sitting there."

Bill Hooper wasn't really a wonderful guy.  He was an eighth grader who's
sole purpose in life seemed to be a pain in the ass.  He cuffed David none
too gently upside his head, then turned to the seat behind him to talk with
a girl that had gotten on at the stop before.  Remaining silent, David
returned to looking out the window as the countryside passed.

Bill wasn't quite finished with David yet though.  In the background David
heard Bill's voice getting louder.  Trying to ignore him, David was shocked
to hear, "Hey, Carol, this little dweeb has a stiffy."  Then, even louder,
"Hey everybody, David's got a BONER!"

"Oh my god, this can't be happening," thought David.  But there was no
denying the fact.  During his mindless observation of the scenery,
obviously the vibrations of the bus had caused David's dick to get stiff
once gain, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the older boy beside him.

Shame-faced, David tried to make himself as small as possible, hoping
against hope that the phrase "out of sight, out of mind" was true.  It was
not to be.  For another 10 minutes, the subject of Bill's loud conversation
was David's now soft dick.

Not soon enough for David, the bus pulled up in front of the school, and
discharged it's occupants, most of them still snickering over the unplanned
entertainment.  What had sort of started as a good day, was fast becoming
one that David wished was a bad dream.



              UNDER PRESSURE 3 - More Discoveries

Once again the shout echoed down the hallway, "David!"

"Oh no, Rick again," thought David.

As David looked up to see Rick heading down the hallway, Rick noticed the
red face and embarrassed expression.  "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," David mumbled.

"Oh, ok," came the reply, then, "I did it again last night!"

"Just shut up about that crap," David coldly responded, "Who cares?"

Slamming his locker, David rushed to his home room where he slumped in his
seat and proceeded to ignore everyone and everything, leaving Rick standing
in the hall, his feeling of pride in last night's activities slowly turning
into something else.

"Hey David," came a voice from the seat next to him.

John was there, as usual, ready to start the school day as only a morning
person can be.

"Hey," David mumbled.

"What's up your butt this morning, wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or
what?" joked John.

"Just leave me alone, I don't want to talk about it."

Slightly miffed, John replied, "Look, I know something's wrong, we've been
friends since kindergarten, remember?  Come on, you broke my Tonka crane at
show-and-tell, you owe me."

David sighed, "It's nothing, really, just having a bad day, that's all."

"Ok, what ever makes your dick hard, man," John joked.

"WHAT?  Does the whole school know already?"

"What are you talking about?"

Exasperated, David replied, "My dick got hard on the bus this morning, and
Bill Hooper announced it to the whole bus."

"Is that all?" John answered.

"IS THAT ALL?" David almost yelled, getting a nasty look from his home room
teacher.

"Hey, don't get all uptight, I get `em all the time on the bus, guess it's
the vibration and stuff."

"You do?"

"Yeah, no big deal, normal stuff, man.  Nothing to get excited about."
John said good- naturedly.

Mentally breathing a sigh of relief, David apologized for his outburst and
began to relax.  The bell rang for first period, and both boys headed off
to their first class.  John's parting words were, "See you in Social
Studies."

The first half of the day passed sort of slowly for David.  His mind
definitely wasn't on school, and the test in Science probably wasn't his
best effort.  "Ok, so it's normal.  John says he gets them too.  Why is it
such a big deal?"  He was so lost in his thought's he almost missed the
Science teacher's profound announcement that they would be starting "Family
Life Studies" on Monday.  The announcement was greeted with enthusiasm from
most of the class, especially the boys.  "Family Life Studies" a.k.a
"Sex-Ed" was a very anticipated event for the 6th grade class.

Lunch passed without incident for David, his normal table of friends
carrying on the typical conversations.  No one really noticed David's
atypical silence.  Social Studies was the next class he had with John and
he was sort of looking forward to it.  Arriving in class, he sat next to
John and the first question out of his mouth was, "So that happens to you
too, huh?"

"All the time," John replied, "Wait `til it starts happening in class and
you have to stand up in front of everybody to do a report or something."

"Oh no, that would be too much," David moaned.

John laughed, "Nah, not too bad, I mean it's embarrassing, but it's normal.
You get laughed at, but just laugh along, and it passes."

"How do you know all this stuff?" David asked.

"Dad talked to me about this stuff a couple weeks ago," replied John.  "You
ought to talk with your dad."

David nodded, but knew that it would never happen.  Even at 11 going on 12,
he knew that his parents were real uptight about anything to do with the
"S" word.  But, he thought, Sex- Ed was starting next week, maybe he could
get some answers then.

"Hey, you ARE going camping this weekend with the troop, right?"  asked
John.

"Yeah!  I can't wait!  This new Scoutmaster is pretty cool with doing that
stuff, the old one was such a boring geez..never wanted to do anything."

John and David had been members of scouts since they were 8 years old and
joined Cubs.  It was a blast until they got to Boy Scouts.  The previous
Scoutmaster wasn't really into the camping and hiking part of the program
and both John and Doug were seriously thinking about quitting until the new
guy took over.  The new Scoutmaster had planned hiking and camping trips at
least once a month, with a two-week summer camp scheduled for the troop in
July.  Now THAT was what scouts was all about.

"Dad said he'd pick you up about 5 Friday night to get to the building,"
John said.

"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.

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Ok, that's it for this installment.  I know it's a little boring, but
character development can be time consuming.  I can assure you that in
later chapters you will meet more of David's friends and yes, there will be
sexual situations, both inside and outside of scouts for him.  The basic
groundwork has been laid, and you should have at least a hint of David's
personal life and upbringing and why the story is titled the way it is - it
gets worse, or better as the case may be.

The next installment should be posted later this week.

As always, my THANKS to the Nifty archive, and any questions or comments
should be mailed to fupduckmd@yahoo.com.  As a personal favor, please enter
"Under Pressure" as the subject line (some of the emails I received were
routed into the wrong folder), and if you want to, state your age in your
email - I'm working on some general demographic info.  Thanks again - and a
special thanks from "David" to those who are reading this story.