Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2004 05:42:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 5

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

Anyway, THANKS to those who are responding!  Phil and Scott in particular.
While I'm not writing this story to receive accolades - or slams - it's
always nice to hear from readers.

In the last chapter or two, you have met John and Rick.  I think "in line
character descriptions" take something away from the story, so I'll give
you those boys' (as well as the other main characters') stats here:

          Rick:     11, 5' 1", 120#, neck length black hair, brown eyes, glasses
          John:     12, 5' 0", 110#, short blond hair, brown eyes

Jimmy, who is only mentioned in this chapter, really doesn't need a
description, and Kelly's stats will be given in a later posting.

With that out of the way, here is Chapter 5....hope you enjoy.

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 4

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.


                 UNDER PRESSURE 5 - Lights Out

It was Friday at last!  Normal morning routine finished, David was once
again on the bus heading for the final six classes of the week before the
big camping trip.  Bill, his antagonist from the day before was missing
from the crowd of kids on the bus, so even the bus ride passed
uneventfully.  "Maybe," David thought, "It would be a good day after all."

Once at the middle school, he was bent over at his locker, getting his
books, when he was shoved rudely from behind.  His forehead met the edge of
the locker door with a bang, and he looked around, pissed to see who had
just ruined his morning.  The only thing he saw - or thought he saw - was
Rick's back heading down the hall.  Rubbing the small knot, he shook his
head and wondered what the heck Rick's problem was.  Getting his books
together, he headed for home room, his thoughts focused on the weekend's
activities.

Both he and John were excited about the camping trip, and it was the
subject of their conversation at lunch.  The other guys at the table
grinned at their excitement, and Kelly even ventured to say that he wished
his parents let him join Scouts so he could go too.
 When they were almost finished eating, Rick, who was surprisingly absent
from their normal table, passed by on his way to return his tray and
muttered loud enough for all the boys at the table to hear, "Queer boy
Scouties are going camping."

Even Rick's strange attitude and comment couldn't dampen David's enthusiasm
though.  He had only been on a Scout camping trip once, and it was a blast.
That one was in tents, but this one would be in a relatively large cabin,
complete with bunk beds and kitchen.  It wasn't really camping in the true
sense of the word, but it would definitely be fun.
                                                       
The rest of the day passed slowly, at least to David's mind, then it was a
long bus ride home and final preparations for the trip.  His mom and dad
wouldn't be home before he left, but his mom had left him a short note
saying that she hoped he had fun and they would see him on Sunday
afternoon.  After what seemed an abnormally long wait, the doorbell rang.
Picking up his pack and sleeping bag, he rushed to the door, throwing it
open, almost scaring John to death.

"Man," stuttered John, "Not excited are you?"

Laughing, David brought his hand down on John's shoulder and replied,
"Nope, not a bit.  Are you?"

"Not me, who cares about a stupid camping trip?  I mean we'll only be away
from our parents and brothers and sisters for two nights.  I was even
thinking about staying home."

David's jaw dropped and he stopped the trek to the Michael's station wagon
and stared at his friend.  "Are you serious?"

Unable to hold his laugh back any longer, or keep the straight face, John
replied, "You can be a goob sometimes, you know that?  Of course I'm
excited."

Shaking their heads and grinning, both boys piled into the car, David
stowing his pack in the back, before sliding into the backseat while John
rode shotgun.  The conversation in the car was all camping.  Do you think
there will be swimming?  What's a snipe hunt?  And so on.  John's dad just
kept silent, grinning at the enthusiasm of the two boys.

Arriving at the Scout Building, they retrieved their gear and put it in the
back of the Scoutmaster's pick-up.  All the boys finally arrived, and the
15 of them piled into the cars and vans that would be their transportation
to the camp.  A typical cross section of boys was present, aged from 11 to
17, with three adult leaders.  The ride was far from quiet, the younger
boys asking the older ones what the camp was like, what there was to do,
who was cooking, and the like.  The sun was going down as the caravan
pulled into the camp, the Scoutmaster picked up the key from the caretaker,
and they rode to their cabin.

The cabin was a relatively large one, able to accommodate more than 30
people in bunk beds, and David found out that it was only the smallest one
of five in the camp.  The younger boys were also informed that the local
Scout council held their summer camps here, and for this weekend, they were
the only ones here and had the run of the camp.

The first order of business was to get the troop gear inside, then they
boys could settle out their sleeping arrangements and gear.  By the time
the cabin was squared away, it was time for some talk, some munchies, and
exploring the immediate area by flashlight since darkness had fallen while
the work was going on.  Soon, the day's activities took their toll on the
boys and adults both and it was time for lights out.  The adults had staked
out the kitchen end of the cabin, with the older boys mixed in with the
younger ones on the other end of the cabin.  David, John, and a mutual
friend named Jimmy had claimed the last three top bunks at the end of one
row and stripped to their briefs, sliding into their sleeping bags.

Soon the leaders' end of the cabin was snoring.  The other end of the cabin
was awash with whispers and snickers as the boys whispered and told jokes.
Soon the hushed voices began to die out as sleep took over most of the
boys.  John, David, and Jimmy were still awake and dropped their voices
even more.  David didn't know what they were talking about at the time, but
suddenly John said, "Look at this."

As John lifted up the top flap of his bag with one hand, David could see
the other gripping Jimmy's closest hand and John was guiding it over his
brief clad hard dick.  Jimmy kept his hand limp, and didn't seem to be into
the play, but he wasn't pulling away.  John let go of Jimmy's hand and
Jimmy left it resting over top of John's crotch, not moving as John slipped
his briefs down.  David was amazed at John and Jimmy's activities, his eyes
wide, staring into the sleeping bag as John started moving Jimmy's hand
over his now bare dick.  When John asked Jimmy if he could play with his
dick, Jimmy snatched his hand back, muttered "nuh uh", and rolled over away
from John, toward the wall.

John sighed, turned to David and asked, "You want to feel it?"

David's mind was racing, he didn't know what to say.  Deep down he knew he
wanted to, but wouldn't it be queer?  He didn't want to be that way, but
John's dick was neat looking - it was the first one David actually got to
stare at without the other guy getting upset.  What was he going to do or
say?  His thoughts were interrupted by John's hand grasping his wrist and
pulling it into his sleeping bag.  Because of his total surprise at the way
this night was going, he resisted at first, but John whispered, "C'mon, you
feel mine and I'll feel yours, ok?"

Slowly John pulled David's hand to his hard dick, brushing it across the
hot skin, then placing it palm down over it.  "Go ahead, feel it bud."

Relenting to his innermost wants, David wrapped his hand around John's
hardness, squeezing it slightly.  It felt different, and from what David
could tell, it was definitely bigger and fatter than his.  He felt John's
sleeping bag settle on top of his arm as John let it drop so he could slide
his hand into David's bag.

"Unzip your zipper a little bit," whispered John.

Since the zipper was on the right side of David's bag, he had to remove his
hand from John's crotch to unzip it.  As he unzipped his bag, his mind
started working again.  "Do I put my hand back?  Do I really want to do
this?  Isn't this wrong?  What if someone sees?"

Those questions were forgotten when he felt John's hand sliding across his
stomach and into his briefs.  When John's fingers touched his dickhead, he
let out a quiet gasp.  He didn't realize that his dick had gone hard while
he was feeling John's, but John's fingers felt great moving over him.  His
mind made up, he slid his briefs down with one hand while the other
burrowed back into John's bag, soon reaching the hard five inches under it.
Both boys began to feel each other's dick, then John moved his hand down to
feel David's balls.

"Oh wow," thought David.  He began copying John's actions, hoping he was
making John feel as good as he was.

The boys kept up their explorations, but soon relented to nature's call and
began stroking each other.  It was a little uncomfortable at first, but
they soon got into a rhythm that gave mutual pleasure.  After a while, John
whispered, "Do you have anything to clean it up with?"

"No," David whispered back.

"Ok, hold on a second."

John reached up behind his head and retrieved the t-shirt he had discarded
when he stripped for bed.  "Here, I'll get you off first, and when you're
done cleaning up, you can do me."

David took the offered t-shirt, and laid it across his lower belly, feeling
John's hand stroking a little faster.  Soon David was breathing harder and
he could feel his friend's hand getting him close to the place that he had
only been twice before.  Soon he couldn't take it any longer, his stomach
tightened up, his toes curled, and his breathing stopped as John's hand
coaxed his juice out of his dick.  His orgasm felt a little different this
time, he actually could feel his dick shooting his cum this time.  Granted,
it was just one shot, but it landed just above the t-shirt, and the rest
sort of oozed over John's hand and onto the shirt.

His breathing getting somewhat back to normal, David wiped his cum off his
dick and where it had landed just below his chest, then gave the shirt to
John to wipe his hand.  After cleaning his hand off, John laid back, spread
the shirt over his stomach and whispered, "Go."

David began moving his hand again, gently squeezing and stroking at the
same time like he felt John do to him.  Soon, John's breathing began to get
irregular and David felt his dick get even harder than it was before.  John
whimpered, "Here it comes, " and David felt his dick pulse as John came
onto the t-shirt and his hand.

Lost in the fact that he had just felt another boy's dick for the first
time, he kept stroking until he heard John whisper, "Stop, it's starting to
get sore."

John cleaned himself up and handed the shirt to David to clean his hand.
After the clean up was finished, both boys pulled up their briefs.  David
felt fantastic and terrible at the same time.  What was he thinking?  Would
John still be his friend?  Those thoughts were answered when John leaned
his head over to David's ear and said, "That was great, did it feel good?"

"Yeah," breathed David, still coming down from his orgasmic high, "How
about you?"

"Oh yeah, we have to do that again sometime soon, but I'm too tired right
now." John sighed.

"Yeah, me too, we need to get some sleep."

Then John said something that would once again kick David's mind into gear.
"You did it better than Scott does."  And John rolled over onto his side to
sleep.

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.

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Well, another chapter bites the dust. :-) Ever notice that most of the time
a first experience is sort of boring?  LOL If we only knew then what we
know now.  But John knows more than he's telling.  And of course, David is
still trying to figure everything out.  David will continue his 'research'
throughout the later chapters.  And Kelly has a huge part to play yet in
that research.  Just a hint, David and Kelly share everything.  In a sense,
Kelly is closer to David than John.  So stay tuned.

Please feel free to contact me with any questions or comments.  Thanks!

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