Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2021 10:35:39 +0000
From: Wes Leigh <weston.leigh@protonmail.com>
Subject: Under Siege, Chapters 11 & 12 (Gay Adult/Youth)

UNDER SIEGE

By Wes Leigh



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Chapter 11

Where Do We Go From Here?



"I'm not gay."

All morning long, during breakfast, while getting ready for school, and
for most of the drive into town, Josh hadn't said a word.  He was
unusually quiet, so I respected his mood and didn't try to talk to him.
As we turned onto the street that led to his school, he finally broke the
silence with those three words:  "I'm not gay."

 I nodded.  "I never thought you were."

"I just thought you should know, that's all."

"Okay, Josh.  Thanks for telling me."

Josh turned his head and stared out the window.  Then he sighed and said,
"I just ... I wanted to ..."  He looked back at me with an exasperated
frown.

I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Look, bud.  You don't have to
say anything.  It's just like you said last night.  Helping a guy out.
That's all it was."

He nodded, accepting my reassurance.  "Yeah.  You just helped me out."

I pulled into the parking lot at Josh's school, and we got out and
walked inside.  The principal's office was by the main entrance.  There
was a long counter running the length of the room with several desks and
tables behind it.  A gray-haired woman sat at one desk, writing on a
notepad and doing her best to pretend we weren't standing there waiting
to be helped.  A name plate read `Mrs. Haskin'.

"Good morning, Mrs. Haskin?" I said.

She lifted her head a fraction of an inch and stared at me over the top
of her glasses.

"Hello," I added, "I need to talk to someone about Josh Canton and a
family emergency."

She started to write on the notepad again, then seemed to think better of
it, and shoved the notepad to one side.  With a frown that would turn
disobedient children into stone, she slowly stood and approached us.
"Can I help you?" she demanded with a sneer, making it clear from her
tone that helping us was the last thing she intended to do.

I really didn't feel like putting up with any crap, so I answered,
"Well, I thought I'd made myself clear, but in the event I'm dealing
with the hearing-impaired, allow me to repeat myself.  I wish to speak
with someone regarding a family emergency for Josh Canton."  I put my
hand on Josh's shoulder and squeezed gently.

She glared and pulled out a three-ring binder, flipping through a few
pages until she found what she was looking for.  She pointed at a name on
the page and looked up at me, squinting.  "Josh is not allowed to change
buses or get off his bus at any location other than his designated bus
stop.  He will not be released from school to anyone other than his
mother, Marie Canton.  The only person with the authority to make changes
to any of this is his mother, Marie Canton.  If she wishes to inform us
of any changes, SHE will have to contact us."

I returned her phony smile with a fake one of my own and replied, "Josh
will continue riding the same bus, getting on and off at the same place
he has all year.  That hasn't changed.  I'm also not planning to pick
him up from school."  I reached into my pocket and pulled out a slip of
paper.  On it I had written my contact information along with Josh's
grandmother's name and phone number.  I held the slip of paper in front
of the hag's nose.  "This is where Marie Canton is currently staying,
with Josh's grandmother, who has a broken ankle.  Marie asked me to give
you this information, so if you are not a complete imbecile, you should
be able to see that SHE is the one updating YOU by way of ME.  Now if you
attempt to call the phone number you have written there in your book--,"
the old witch tried to hide it from me, but I had noticed that it was
Marie's cell phone number, "--you will not reach Marie at all.  Instead
you will get the cell phone in Josh's pocket.  Marie gave Josh that cell
phone in case he needs to reach her in an emergency.  If you are now
telling me that you refuse to accept this information Marie asked me to
give to you, I will decide that this constitutes an emergency and assist
Josh in calling his mother, who will no doubt be very, very upset that
she is being forced to take time away from her seriously injured mother
to deal with an incompetent and intransigent harpy."

Josh looked up at me in awe.  Apparently, no one talked back to this
gray-haired crone, and he couldn't quite believe his ears.  It seemed
the old troll was having trouble believing it too, because her eyes flew
open and her jaw dropped.

But I wasn't going to give her a chance to speak.  "Or you can call
someone ELSE to help me.  Someone who knows how to handle a family
emergency with flexibility and reasonableness."

The old witch closed her mouth and snatched the slip of paper out of my
hand, turned and carried the binder back to her desk.

I smiled and said, "Have a good day."  Then I turned to Josh, put my
arm around his shoulder, and steered him back into the hallway.

He looked up at me with a grin.  "What's a harpy, Jake?"

I laughed and said, "I'll tell you when I get home tonight."  Reaching
into my pocket, I pulled out a spare key to my house.  "When the bus
drops you off, go to my house and let the dogs out.  Then make yourself a
snack.  I should be home by six."

"Okay, Jake.  See you then."

"See you, bud."

We bumped fists, and just like that, everything was back to normal
between the two of us.

 ***

There was no wrestling championship that night.  Just a bit of math
homework and some history, the most boring subject adults ever invented,
according to Josh.  Then we were back on the couch for another movie, one
of the Terminator films this time.  While robots and humans battled it
out for the future of mankind, Josh and I sat on each side of the couch
with a big bowl of popcorn between us.

The bowl was empty and two liters of soda were gone by the time the
universe was once again safe for humanity.  I turned off the television
and told Josh to hit the shower while I cleaned up.  He didn't argue.
His mom had called earlier and reminded him to do whatever I asked.  I
brought out the sheets and blankets I had used the night before and got
the couch ready for bedtime.

Josh came out of the bathroom dressed in his boxers.  His hair was dark
and slightly wet, so I had reason to believe he'd washed it.  I motioned
for him to come over, and when he stopped in front of me, I lifted one
arm and sniffed his armpit.  He giggled and called me a pervert, but he
smelled clean and fresh, so I decided he'd done a thorough job in the
shower.  I dropped his arm, and he turned around backwards and bent
over.  "You wanna check my butt too?  Make sure I washed everywhere?"

I swatted him on his boxer-covered bottom.  "Don't be a weirdo,
weirdo."

"I'm not the weirdo," he replied with a laugh.  "You're the one
sniffing my pits."

"I only sniffed one pit," I objected.

He held up his other arm and smiled mischievously. I grinned and leaned
forward.  He met me halfway, standing on his tip toes and pushing his
armpit against my face.  There wasn't much hair there yet, just a bit of
fuzz really, and he had done a decent job scrubbing himself clean.
Mostly what I smelled was soap, but there was just a hint of sweaty boy,
and it made my cock jump unexpectedly.

I straightened up and said with a smirk, "All pits checked, inspection
passed."

Josh fell back on the couch and lifted his legs into the air, pulling his
knees back to his ears. "Nut sack?"

"What?"

His eyes twinkled as he stared at me from between his knees.  "Aren't
you gonna check my nut sack too?"

"Now why would I do that?" I asked.

He shrugged.  "To see if I washed everywhere."

A strange sense of deja vu settled over me.  Just like the night before,
I felt my brain shutting off and my body taking over, one part of it in
particular.  I knelt down beside the couch and slowly leaned forward
until my nose was inches away from Josh's boxers, his eyes following my
progress.  When my nose was almost touching him, he kicked his legs
forward onto my shoulders and down across my back, squeezing my head
between his thighs and pressing his boxer-covered balls directly onto my
nose.  "T-bag!" he shouted.

"You little bugger!" I replied, grabbing his legs and tickling his
thighs.  He thrashed around, thrusting his hips forward, which only
buried my face deeper into his crotch.  I felt his balls pressing into my
cheeks through the fabric.  His smell, though fresh from his bath, was
still sharp, tangy, and pungent.  I inhaled deeply, relishing the
concentrated scent of Josh.  And though I made a face, pretending to be
disgusted, my cock was now pressing against my jeans and leaking into my
underwear.  "You may have washed good," I mumbled, "but you're
wearing the same boxers you wore all day, and they stink."

Josh giggled and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down
as he lifted his legs.  In a flash, he had them past his knees and down
to his ankles, flipping them off to land somewhere behind the couch.
Then he returned his legs to my back, leaving my face just inches away
from his naked ball sack and his half-erect cock.  "Check now," he
said, his eyes daring me.

I licked my lips and leaned in, barely touching my nose against his
balls.  I sniffed, closing my eyes to experience the full aroma of his
body.  I smelled a clean boy, but also that unmistakable musk of one well
into puberty.  Josh placed one hand on the back of my head and pulled me
closer, pressing my nose firmly into his balls.  I opened my eyes and saw
him watching me intently.  He swallowed and whispered, "Help a guy
out?"

I nodded and lifted his legs, swinging him around until he was stretched
out on the couch with me kneeling next to him.  His cock was now swollen
to its full, magnificent, six-inch length, throbbing with anticipation.
I lifted it gently and slowly stroked from the thick base up to the
tapered tip, easing the skin down off the pink helmet and back up again.
Josh sighed and closed his eyes, turning his body over to me completely.

He hadn't asked for it, but I knew what I wanted to do, what I had
yearned to do from the first time I saw his naked body.  I leaned
forward, pulled the foreskin down off the tip of his cock, and slid it
into my mouth.

I heard Josh gasp as I touched his cock with my tongue.  I felt the hole
and gently inserted the tip of my tongue inside, then slid my tongue all
around the top of his cock, making the cap as slippery as I could.  Then,
careful to keep my teeth off him, I began sliding my mouth down his
shaft, slowly coating the sides with saliva.  Soon I felt his cock
touching the back of my throat, with two inches still to go.  I pulled
off a bit and concentrated on the top half of his cock, giving special
attention to the ridge around the tip.   I used my tongue to circle
around and around, licking the cap and sides and then tonguing inside the
slit.

Each time my tongue circled the head, Josh gasped and his muscles got
taut, his arm and legs stretching.  Sensing he was getting close to
cumming, I began bobbing my head up and down, sliding the top half of his
cock in and out of my mouth as fast as I could.

His legs were now rigid and he began thrusting up to meet my mouth,
almost pushing the tip of his cock into my throat.  Then he stopped and I
felt him pulsing as he ejected his cum.

His spunk, tangy and bitter, coated my tongue and the back of my throat.
I swallowed and gently sucked the tip of his cock, pulling out a bit more
of his juice.  I felt Josh relax completely, and though his cock was
still rigid, he patted the side of my head to let me know he was done. I
licked the tip and the sides to get every last bit of the sticky fluid
off his now deflating dick.

He gasped and said, "Stop.  It's starting to hurt."

I pulled off and his cock flopped onto his stomach.  I looked over at him
and saw a confused young man, struggling to understand the pleasure he
had just enjoyed.  "Are you alright, Josh?"

He nodded, his confusion giving way to a gentle smile.

"Did you like that?" He nodded again.  "I probably shouldn't have
done that," I admitted.  "People wouldn't understand."

"Yeah," he said.  "People don't think boys should get hand jobs and
blow jobs from grown men."

"You can't tell anyone," I whispered.

He gave me that adorable, bashful grin of his and said, "I know."



Chapter 12

No Shame, No Regrets



I was preparing breakfast when Josh wandered into the kitchen, rubbing
his eyes.  "I need coffee," he mumbled.

"Since when did you start drinking coffee?" I asked.

He giggled.  "My mom says I won't like it, but I still wanna try
some."

"Okay," I agreed, "but let's make it something special."

He sat down at the table and watched as I heated water, added hot
chocolate mix, and dropped in a quarter teaspoon of instant coffee.  I
stirred it well and handed it to him.  He lifted the mug to his lips,
blew the foam away, and sipped.  His eyes opened wide in delight.  "This
is terrific!" he exclaimed.

"Thought you'd like it," I said, returning to the stove.

Josh sipped again and said, "The coffee's not too strong, but I can
still taste it.  Maybe next time, I'll have coffee straight.  No
chocolate."

I snorted.  "It'll make you grow hair on your elbows."

"Will not."

"Will too."

"You're lying."

"Have you ever had coffee straight?" I asked.

"No."

"Then how do you know I'm lying?"

Josh sneered.  "It won't make hair grow on my elbows."

"I guess we'll just have to try it and see."

Josh rolled his eyes.  "You're weird."

"You're weirder."

"You're the weirdest."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," I said.  When Josh didn't respond, I
glanced back over my shoulder.  He was staring at me, deep in thought.
"Whatcha thinkin' about, dude?"

Josh blinked and looked down at his drink.  "I told you, Jake, I'm not
gay."

Uh oh, I thought, sounds like I went too far.  "Josh, I was just joking
around.  Dude, I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm not mad," he replied. "It's just that, well, I really like you
and I know I've told you I love you and all, but I just don't LOVE-love
you, you know what I mean?  You're really nice and I love hanging out
with you, but I don't want to be boyfriends or anything like that."

I carried the food to the table and sat down across from Josh.  "I think
maybe we should clear up a few things."  I motioned for him to start
eating while I talked.  "You probably figured out that I'm gay.  I
don't have a girlfriend, I don't date anyone, and, well ..."

"You gave me a hand job and sucked my dick," Josh interjected.

I chuckled.  "Yeah, so it's kinda obvious that I'm gay.  You know
about my uncle and what he did to me when I was a boy."  Josh nodded, so
I continued, "At first I was uncomfortable with it.  Confused because it
felt incredibly good but also really strange, you know?  And I was
scared.  What would happen if someone found out what we were doing?"

Josh swallowed and said, "That's how I felt after you gave me the
blowjob."  He sipped his drink, then continued, "It felt stupendous.
Like the best feeling ever.  But afterward, I felt guilty.  Like I'd
done something really wrong."

I sighed.  "Yeah, I felt the same way about what my uncle did to me.
For years I let those shameful feelings eat me up, but I finally learned
to let it go.  I mean ... shit!  It felt good.  I liked it.  I still like
it.  My uncle and I were close when I was a boy, buddies for life, I
thought.  But when I got older, he stopped hanging out with me and
pretended like none of it ever happened.  I felt rejected and it made me
wonder if there was something wrong with me."  I sipped my drink and
looked Josh directly in the eyes.  "I promise you right now, Josh, that
I will never do that to you.  As long as you want me as a friend, a big
brother, or however it is you think of me, I will be there for you.  The
sex stuff we did, I don't care if it never happens again.  I just don't
want to lose the friendship you and I have.  Does that make sense?"

Josh nodded.  "Yeah, it does.  I like having you as a friend too.  And
it's really great that I don't have to worry about assholes like Randy
bothering me and my mom, `cause I know I can ask you to help us and you
will.  And if that old bitch Mrs. Haskin gives me any more shit at
school, I know you'll fix her good too."

I raised an eyebrow.  "Wow, when did you start cussing like a sailor?"

He giggled.  "Momma isn't here, and you cussed, so I sorta figured it
would be okay."

"Fine," I agreed, "but let's not make a habit of it."

"Sure," he said, and then he frowned and asked, "What you said about
never doing sex stuff again? Did you mean that?"

"Yes," I said with a nod.  "I want to be your friend, Josh, and if it
that means I never give you another handjob or blowjob ever again, I'm
good with that."

He thought about it and then asked, "What if I want you to do that stuff
with me?"

"Do you?" I asked.

Josh bit his lip.  "I liked the blowjob.  That would be fun to try
again."

"We can, but only if you're sure.  I don't want you doing anything you
don't want to do."

"I want to.  At least, I think I do, but I hated how I felt after it was
over.  You know, guilty and embarrassed.  I didn't like that at all."

"I understand, Josh," I said, nodding my head.  "I feel the same way
after I have an orgasm.  Ashamed."

"I wish there was a way to not feel so bad after."

I grinned.  "Well, there may be something we can do to help with that."

"What?"

"I'll show you later," I promised.

***

 Josh sat on my bed that night, completely naked.  I sat opposite him,
also naked.

"Josh," I began, "before we do anything, we need to talk.  This world
always tries to put labels on people.  Gay.  Straight.  Bi.  Those labels
are stupid and don't tell you who a person is deep down inside."

"Take me for example," I continued.  "If I wanted to have a
girlfriend, I'm sure I could.  I dated some girls in college, and we had
a great time.  I kissed them and my dick got hard, so I know I liked them
that way.  If I had fallen in love with one of them, I think I would have
married her and enjoyed having sex with her and making babies and all
those things most people do.  But I never fell in love.  And as for guys,
well, I didn't date guys while I was in college.  I thought about it,
but I never tried.  I guess I was too scared."

Josh interrupted me.  "Were there any guys you liked enough to have sex
with?"

I nodded, "There were a couple.  One was my roommate for a few months.
He was cute and funny and sexy too.  I think he liked me as well, but
just like me, he was too scared to try anything, so nothing ever happened
between us.

"Then I graduated and started my job with the city.  I thought maybe now
I'd meet someone, either a guy or a girl, I'd fall in love, and we'd
live happily ever after.  That didn't happen.  Instead, I met Tommy."

"The boy you did stuff with?" Josh asked.

"Yeah, that Tommy."  I paused, sighing.  "I never intended to be more
than Tommy's friend.  We were buddies.  I took care of him, took him to
baseball practice, spent time with him when his parents wouldn't.  Even
though I was a lot older, we were good friends, and when we started doing
sex stuff together ... well, it was just something fun for both of us that
made our friendship even better.  Does that make sense?"

Josh nodded, but said nothing, so I continued, "I didn't feel guilty
about what we were doing.  Tommy liked it.  I liked it.  I never hurt him
or forced him to do anything.  I think that's why, when I saw him years
later after I got out of prison, he hugged me and said we were still
friends."

I paused and placed one hand on Josh's knee.  "I always want us to be
friends, Josh.  If we do something sexy tonight, I want it to be because
it's fun, because it makes our bodies feel good.  If it makes you feel
bad at all, if you feel guilty or scared or ashamed, I don't want to do
it.  I want you to stop me and that will be that.  You understand?"

He nodded and put his hand on top of mine.  "I don't feel scared or
guilty anymore.  I just feel excited, and I'm kinda hoping we can stop
talking now and do stuff."

I laughed.  Leave it to Josh to cut to the chase.  "What do you want to
do first?"

"I don't know," he said. "You're the guy who knows what to do."

I laughed again.  "You're right, Josh.  Lay back and let the expert
handle this!"

He smiled and fell back onto the pillows, stretching out his legs.
"What are we gonna do?"

"We're going to play a game," I said as I got up on my knees beside
him, "a game called Love It/Like It/Hate It."

Josh squinted and said, "That sounds strange, but I guess it could be
fun.  How do we play?"

"Well, it goes like this:  I'm going to touch you in different places
and in different ways.  If you enjoy the way it feels, you say `Love
It.'  If it's okay but not that great, you say, `Like It.'  If it
makes you uncomfortable or upsets you in any way, you say `Hate It.'
Anything you hate, I won't do again.  It will teach you to trust me and
talk to me about what you want us to do together."

Josh nodded.  "I'll probably like almost everything," he said,
"except tickling.  I hate tickling."

"I'm not going to tickle you," I promised.  I took his hands and put
them down at his hips.  I leaned in and gently rubbed his shoulders,
massaging down his chest slightly and back up to his neck.  I continued
stroking up to his jaw and heard him sigh, "Like it." I made a mental
note for myself that Josh's neck wasn't necessarily a turn-on for him,
but he did enjoy being massaged there.

Next, I rubbed gently in and around his ears, watching for his reaction.
He simply closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

I moved to the top of his head and massaged his scalp.  He twisted his
mouth into a smirk and giggled.  "I don't hate it," he said, "but I
don't love it either."

I moved down to his chest and rubbed my thumbs in small circles on his
nipples.  They hardened quickly and he sucked in his breath.  "Oh ...
that almost tickles, but ... love it."  He giggled.

Moving on, I rubbed his abs, making him take quick, shallow breaths.  His
hips bucked a little and his cock began to swell and thicken.  I
chuckled.  No need for him to say a word.  His stomach was definitely a
turn-on for him.

Sliding my hands down onto his hips, I massaged his thighs and calves.
Josh moaned softly.  He moaned even louder when I took his feet into my
hands and rubbed them.  No question he liked it, but I already knew that
from the night when I'd jerked him off.

Judging by how swollen his cock was, I knew he was ready for relief.  I
moved back up his legs and cupped his balls with one hand while grasping
his cock firmly in the other.  He was fully hard now, stretched out to
his full six inches.  I stroked his cock slowly and firmly, pulling the
foreskin on and off his pink knob.  A tiny drop of glistening moisture
appeared in the slit.  I bent over and touched it with my tongue.  It was
sticky and sweet.  I slipped my tongue inside his foreskin and licked all
around his helmet, feeling Josh buck his hips slightly in delight.  I
placed my lips firmly on the tip of his cock and began sucking.  I felt
more juice leak from his slit and suctioned it into my mouth.

He was beginning to move beneath me now, so I began sliding my mouth up
and down his shaft, taking him deeper with each pass.  I tried not to gag
on the decent-sized cock this kid had hanging between his legs, but it
took all my will-power, as his dick intruded into my throat each time my
lips touched his pubic hair.

After just a few more passes, Josh seemed to lose control.  He grabbed my
head in his hands and began pulling me down onto his cock faster and
faster.  At the same time, he thrust his hips up, pushing his cock deep
into my throat.  I was no longer in control.  Josh was setting the pace,
and all I could do was take a quick breath through my nose each time his
cock cleared my airway.

It wasn't long before I felt him shove himself as deep into my mouth as
he could.  He held his breath and his long legs stretched out beneath me
as he squirted rapidly into my throat.  I pulled off slightly, swallowing
in between breaths, holding his cock in my mouth, gently sucking the
tangy juice out of him.  Knowing how sensitive he would be after cumming,
I pulled off and let his softening cock fall back onto his stomach.  Then
I laid next to him and gently rubbed his chest, waiting for him to catch
his breath.

Eventually, he turned to look at me and he smiled.  "Ummm ... love it!"

I laughed.  "Good," I said.  "No shame?"

"Nope," he replied.

"Terrific!  Any regrets?"

Josh shook his head.  "None."

"Fine.  Then it's time for round number two."



End of UNDER SIEGE, Chapter 12