Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2021 12:33:22 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Under Siege, Chapters 13 & 14 (Gay Adult/Youth) UNDER SIEGE By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation. Chapter 13 Learning Curve I motioned for Josh to turn over onto his stomach. I straddled his body, sitting down on the tops of his thighs with my knees on each side of his hips. When I leaned forward slightly to rub his neck, he jumped nervously. "What's wrong, Josh?" I asked. "Remember, I want you to tell me anything that makes you feel uncomfortable." "I can feel your cock touching my bottom." I looked down. My boner was lined up with his butt crack, and when I leaned forward, it dipped down and grazed his bottom. I grabbed a pillow and put it between us on top of his butt. He turned his head and buried his face into the mattress with a sigh. I dug my fingers into his muscles, pressing and kneading until I felt the tension in his shoulders disappear, leaving a very relaxed young man underneath me. He mumbled something. "I can't understand you, dude," I said. He turned his head and said, "That feels stupendous." I laughed. "Glad you like it, kid." He turned his head a bit more so that he could just see me out of the corner of his eye and said, "You can get rid of the pillow now." And he giggled. I pulled the pillow out and leaned in to rub his shoulders, loving the way it felt to have my cock slide along his butt crack. I never pushed myself between his fleshy cheeks, but we were definitely having some intimate contact and apparently both enjoying it. I slid down his legs and began massaging his lower back and butt cheeks. Josh continued moaning softly as I worked the muscles around his ass and then pressed into his bubble butt. I pulled the cheeks apart just a bit and saw his small, brown pucker. I rubbed my fingers along the edges, bringing them across the tight hole once or twice. He wiggled around a bit and pushed himself up onto his elbows. Looking back at me, he said, "That tickles too much. I don't think I want to do that just yet." "No problem, bud. What would you like to do instead?" He rolled over onto his back. His cock was throbbing and pointing toward his chin. He bit his lip and nodded toward his crotch. Laughing, I straddled his thighs and brought our boners together and slowly began to jack us off using both hands. He sucked in his breath when he felt our cocks touch, then closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being jerked off, flesh against flesh. Soon my cock began oozing precum, making both our dicks slippery as I worked the skin up and down. I hadn't come yet, so I didn't want to get off too quickly. I figured Josh would be able to hold out for a good, long time since he'd already shot his load, but I didn't know how long I could last. The warmth of his cock against mine was making me quiver. I watched Josh carefully. He was beginning to take short, quick breaths and thrusting upward, pushing his cock into my own as I worked us both off. That sent me over the edge. My first spasm sent cum shooting up into the air and falling on to Jake's stomach. My cock continued to pulse and squirt out heavy, white cream that oozed down our cocks as I continued pumping. Josh's cock started sliding against mine, slipping up and down my softening erection. He cried out and lifted his head off the bed, just as his dick throbbed and launched a spurt of clear cum onto my hand. He grabbed my arm and held on tight as two creamy spurts oozed out and left us both with a massively sticky puddle on our bodies. I stopped pumping and gently held our now deflating dicks. We both sucked in air, trying to catch our breaths after the intense orgasms. Josh lifted his head slightly and looked down. "Wow," he said, "what a mess!" I leaned over and grabbed a towel I had left on the edge of the bed. Lifting his cock up, I gently cleaned off the worst of the stickiness. Then I rubbed my own belly, cock, and legs. Rolling off the bed, I held out my hand to Josh and pulled him up. He looked at me with a questioning glance, but never asked what was next. I led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. When the water was steaming hot, I stepped inside and motioned for him to join me. I took him in my arms and hugged him to my chest. He slid his arms around my back and pulled our bodies together. Our dicks were completely soft by now, and I felt the soft tubes of flesh nuzzling each other as our pubes intertwined. We held each other, underneath the warm flow of water, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Josh in my arms. His face was turned sideways with one cheek pressed against my chest and his head was tucked under my chin. I leaned back slightly and kissed Josh on the top of the head. "Why'd you do that?" he whispered. "Beats me," I replied honestly. "I just ... well ..." I didn't want to move too fast or make him feel uncomfortable. "I don't wanna say it," I admitted. "What? Tell me," Josh begged. I sighed. "I just ..." Chickening out, I said, "I really like you, Josh." He was quiet, and I worried that he was freaking out, but I needn't have been concerned. He hugged me even tighter and whispered, "I really like you, too, Jake." *** We dried off and walked back to the bedroom, arms around each other. We sent the dogs to the living room, closed and locked the door, climbed into bed, giggled a little and snuggled a lot. After his fourth orgasm and my second, I finally had to call it a night. I was exhausted. Josh, however, was energized. He actually got perturbed with me when I wouldn't let him try for a fifth orgasm. Instead, I insisted we have a second shower. Relaxed and happy, we stumbled into the bedroom with the dogs following behind us. "I guess I don't have to sleep on the couch anymore, right?" Josh asked me. I laughed, grabbed him and threw him onto the bed, then fell down next to him, taking him into my arms as we closed our eyes. The dogs curled up on the floor next to the bed, relieved that the humans were finally settling down for the night. My last thought before losing consciousness was: What have I done? Chapter 14 Complications What have I done? I asked myself the same question the next morning. Chuckling to myself, I poured pancake batter into the skillet and thought about this sweet, sexy, considerate, horny, kind, cranky contradiction of a boy. He could be two kids in one, and sometimes almost at the same time. Having never raised children of my own, I supposed he wasn't all that unique. Most teenagers were potential Jekyll and Hyde clones, for all I knew. It was going to be interesting having him around, that much was certain. I felt two skinny arms snake around my waist and hug me tight. I smiled and said, "Hey, sport. Sleep well?" "Uh huh." "Ready for pancakes and sausage?" "Uh huh." "How about some hot chocolate, no coffee this time." "Uh. No." The skinny arms squeezed my stomach hard. "Fine. A little coffee then?" "Uh huh." "Then after breakfast, it's off to school." I heard mumbling grumbles and felt the arms squeezing again. He might have been only 13, but his long arms were lanky and strong, and his hug was beginning to push the air from my lungs. He grunted, "No school. Sleep." I laughed and broke his grip so I could breathe again. "Yes school. No sleep. Did you charge your cell phone?" "Oh, no! I forgot!" The arms released me, and I heard bare feet running back to the bedroom. Josh returned soon with a frustrated frown. "It's at five percent. It'll never charge before I have to catch the bus." "And your mom wanted you to call her this morning before you left," I reminded him. "I know. I know!" "Why don't you call her now while I finish breakfast? Use my phone." "Okay," he mumbled, turning around and walking back to my room. I heard about half the conversation, and it always made me smile hearing him talk to his mother. It was obvious that he adored her, and that was something I loved about him. Even when he was cranky, he was respectful and didn't argue or complain too much. Before ending the call, he promised to call her again tonight. Then he came back into the kitchen and opened the cabinet where I kept the dog's food. He filled their bowls and topped off the water dish. "Grandma's doing better," he said. "She says her ankle only hurts a little." He looked up at me and said, "Thanks for praying for her, Jake." I set the stack of pancakes and a plate with sausage links on the table. "That's great news, Josh. You're welcome!" Josh washed his hands and slid into his chair. He sipped his drink and smacked his lips. "Perfect. Just enough coffee." "Glad you like it, dude." I placed pancakes on my plate and poured syrup over them. "Since your phone won't have much time to charge, why don't I take you to school this morning? It will give you an extra half hour. And it can charge a little more in the truck." Josh sat up, suddenly thrilled. "That would be great, Jake!" Then he looked down, dejected, "but Momma said I wasn't to be a bother and that I had to catch the bus every day." "It's no bother, Josh. Your school is only a few blocks from my work, you know. I'll clear it with your mom," I offered. "You will? Thanks!" And with that, he dug into his breakfast like the starving teenager he was. *** I called Marie from my bedroom while Josh washed the breakfast dishes. Marie argued with me until I pointed out that my work was only a few blocks from Josh's school. It really wasn't putting me out in any way. I assured her it wouldn't be a routine event and that it really, truly wasn't a bother in the least. I also asked (because Josh suggested it) if Josh could walk from school to my workplace and ride home with me. He would be getting out at 4:00, taking half an hour to walk from the school to my job, and then I'd be getting off around 5:00. I wanted to surprise Josh with hamburgers before heading home. She reluctantly agreed, making me promise I wouldn't spoil him. I promised, but I hated doing it. I really, really, really wanted to spoil that boy. Yeah, I was falling in love with him, big time. *** I was replacing electrical hardware stock when I heard: "Jake Turnbull, please report to Customer Service." I pushed my cart out of the way and walked to the front of the store. Turning the corner of the aisle where I'd been working, I saw Josh standing in front of the Customer Service desk next to a policeman. My heart sank. What had he done? When he saw me, he grinned and pointed, saying something to the policeman. Now I was even more confused. What the hell was going on here? I walked up to the two of them and said, "Hi. I'm Jake Turnbull. Can I help you?" The policeman nodded. "Mr. Turnbull, I'm Pete Danlee, resource officer for Mesa Middle School. Joshua Canton here claims that he's staying with you while his mother is out of town." "That's right. His mom had a family emergency, so she asked me to watch Josh for the week." "There aren't any relatives in the area where he can stay?" I didn't like the tone in his voice when he asked the question, and I didn't think he had any business asking it. But there was nothing to be gained by arguing with him, so I said, "No. None that I know of. But I'm their neighbor and a close family friend. It was easier to have him stay with me so that he could catch the bus." "Then why isn't he on the bus now?" To be honest, I really wasn't liking this guy's nosy interrogation. "His mom gave him permission to ride home with me since we're going out to eat tonight." He seemed satisfied with my answer. Turning to Josh, he said, "It's our job to keep you safe, young man. You aren't on the list of students who walk home after school, so it alarmed us when you missed your bus and started walking home." "I wasn't walking home," Josh said. "I told you already. I was walking here." The policeman frowned. "And I told you, young man, that you don't have permission to walk anywhere after school. You're supposed to catch the bus, and that's it." I interrupted. "He had his mother's permission. She gave it to him this morning." Officer Danlee obviously didn't appreciate my comment. He glared at me and said, "The safety of the children is our only concern, sir." Nodding, I said, "And we are very grateful you checked on Josh. I'm sure this won't happen often, but I can assure you that he asked for permission ahead of time, he got his mom's approval, and he did nothing wrong." I took out my cell phone. "Would you like to talk to her and verify all this?" "How can I reach her?" he asked. I told him, waiting until he finished writing the phone number in a notebook, then I added, "The school has all this information. I provided it to Mrs. Haskin in the office." He ignored me, told us to wait one minute, then took out a cell phone and punched in the number. "Yes, hello, this is Officer Pete Danlee with the La Paz City police department. May I speak to Marie Canton? ... Marie, it's Pete Danlee ... no, Marie, he's not in trouble ... Marie, did you ask your neighbor, Jake Turnbull, to watch Josh for the week." I was getting confused at this point. This guy obviously knew Marie Canton pretty well, judging by how familiar he was with her over the phone. He continued asking Marie questions. "Did you give Josh permission to walk from the school to Mr. Turnbull's work this afternoon? ... You did? ... No, Marie, there's no problem ... I'm just checking to be sure Josh is safe ... Yes, I will. Goodbye, Marie." He slid the phone into his pocket, glanced at the two of us, and said, "Your story checks out." He turned a stony gaze on Josh and rumbled, "Stay out of trouble, young man. I'm watching you." Then he marched out of the store. And policeman wonder why they have a bad reputation? I put my hand on Josh's shoulder. He was visibly shaken by the ordeal, staring at the floor. I knelt down in front of him and looked up into his eyes. "Hey, bud. Don't be upset. You didn't do anything wrong." He nodded slightly and said, "I know. But you don't understand, Jake. That was Randy's brother." Now it was my turn to be shaken. "Randy? Your mom's old boyfriend?" Josh nodded. "Their whole family is mean, but Randy is the worst. My mom told Pete what Randy did, and Pete said he'd make sure Randy left us alone, but Pete wasn't happy about it. Ever since that night, he's been staring at me and following me around at school. I don't like him." I stood up and hugged the boy to my chest. "Hey, little buddy, I've got your back. You leave it to me, alright?" Josh sighed. "Okay, I will." Then he giggled and pressed his face into my work vest. "You smell like wood." "That's because I helped a guy stock some lumber this afternoon." He snuggled against me and added, "I like this smell." I rubbed his back and glanced at my watch. It was 4:50. "Hey, Janice," I called out to my boss, "I clocked in 15 minutes early this morning. Can I clock out early?" My manager waved her approval and went back to reading a computer printout, so I pulled Josh around to my side and led him to the time clock. I punched out and we walked out to my truck. I unlocked the passenger side and Josh climbed in. Walking around, I noticed a police car parked near the parking lot exit. I unlocked my side and got in, saying nothing to Josh, but checking that he had buckled his seat belt. Then I started my truck and drove off. The police car pulled out behind us and followed us down the street. Josh glanced in his side mirror and said, "He's behind us." I nodded. "Ignore him. We haven't done anything illegal. Oh, hey, I have a surprise for you." "What's that?" "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." "Tell me!" "Nope. Not gonna do it. I like keeping a secret." He punched my arm. "Tell me the surprise." "Why?" "Because I hate surprises!" I laughed. "Really? Are you one of those kids who sneak around at Christmas trying to find out what you're going to get?" "No. I like presents. I just hate surprises." "Well, you don't have to wait any longer. Here's your surprise," I said, pulling into the Lotta-Burger parking lot. Josh's face lit up. "YES!!" he shouted. I parked the truck, watching as the police car continued down the street. "Are you hungry, sport?" "Starving," he answered. Now that we were no longer being watched by Officer Danlee, he visibly relaxed. "Can I have a milk shake too?" "Whatever you want, Joshie. That's the surprise." He glared at me. "You can call me Joshie just this once--because of the surprise--but not anymore." I ruffled his hair and smiled. "Let's eat, dude." *** The next day, Josh again walked to my work after school. On the way home, Josh hit me with a surprise of his own. "I wanna learn to drive." "What? You're 13. You're too young." "How old were you when you learned?" I paused. I could tell an honest answer would be used against me, but I'd never lied to the boy and didn't intend to start now. "I was 14, but we lived on a farm, and my uncle taught me to drive around our place for a year before he let me drive anywhere else." Josh was practically jumping up and down in his seat. "I'll be 14 in a few months. It can be my early birthday present." "What? No! I'm not teaching you to drive. Your mom would kill me." He shook his head. "Mom will never know. I promise. I won't tell her. I can keep a secret, you know. Pleeeeeeeease." I knew what lay ahead. More badgering. More begging. More pleading and pouting and promising to keep it a secret. And then there was my own desire to do just about anything this boy asked. One look into his deep brown eyes and I was finished. I drove halfway to my house, then turned off onto a country road. Josh looked around and said, "Hey, this isn't the way home. Where are we going?" I pulled to the side of the road and turned off the truck. "Switch places with me," I said. "Really!?" I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened my door. Josh unbuckled his and scooted across the seat in a flash. I laughed and walked around the truck, climbing in the passenger side. I helped him pull the seat forward so he could comfortably reach the pedals. I showed Josh how to adjust the side and rear mirrors so that he could see behind us. "This is the gear shift. It's an automatic, so all you need to know right now is that P is Park and D is Drive. Is it in Park?" "Yes." "It should always be in Park when you start it up. Now turn the key." He turned the key, holding it too long after the truck cranked up, causing the engine to screech. "Let the key go once the engine cranks." He replied, "Sorry." "It's fine. You can damage your engine if you keep turning the key after it's already started," I explained. "Now, push the brake pedal. It's the one on the left." He did, but he used his left foot. "Not that foot, Josh. Use your right foot." "Why?" "Only use your right foot on the pedals. Get in the habit of using just one foot. If you use both, you might panic in an accident and push the gas and the brake at the same time, which could make the accident worse." He nodded and switched his feet. "Now, look behind you over your left shoulder. And look in the mirrors. Do you see anyone?" "No." "Hold the brake down and shift the truck into Drive." He carefully pulled the gear shift lever down and then released the brake pedal so slowly I finally had to say, "You can let off the brake faster than that. We won't take off." He grimaced in embarrassment but took his foot off the brake and pressed the gas. The truck shot forward. "Whoa, dude. Just a little gas." "Sorry," he cried, letting off the gas and turning the wheel to steer us back onto the empty road. That was the last misstep in his first driving lesson. The boy was a natural behind the wheel and made me proud. It was too bad I couldn't tell his mom. If she ever found out, she would kill us both. She'd be proud of Josh, but then she'd still kill us. End of UNDER SIEGE, Chapter 14