Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2021 12:54:30 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Under Siege, Chapters 15 & 16 (Gay Adult/Youth) UNDER SIEGE By Wes Leigh Editing by SkyBorn 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 15 Letting Go Taking the back roads from town to my house, Josh listened to every bit of direction I gave him as he drove. When we finally made it home, Josh steered into the driveway and stepped on the brake. Without any direction from me, he put the truck in Park, turned off the key, and pulled it out of the ignition. We climbed out of the truck, and Josh handed me the keys, looked eagerly into my eyes and asked, "How did I do?" I took the keys and clapped him on the shoulder. "You couldn't have done better, Josh. That was a terrific first drive. I'm very pleased with how you handled the truck." His cheeks turned bright red and his face broke into a huge smile. Then he leaned in and hugged me around the chest. "Thanks for letting me drive, Jake. It was stupendous!" "I thought your mom's meatloaf was stupendous." He chuckled. "It is. But so was driving. Man, I can't wait to do it again!" I opened the yard gate and walked in. "Don't expect to do it often, bud. You're still 13 and it won't be legal for you to drive until you turn 15." "I know. I know," he whined. "Why do they gotta make such stupid laws about kids, anyway?" Placing both hands on his shoulders, I asked, "Do you think the other kids in your school should be driving?" "Heck, no!" he exclaimed. "Some of them are crazy. They'd be crashing into walls and trees and stuff all the time." "Hmmmm. Then maybe it's not such a stupid law after all," I said with a grin. "Okay, I get your point," Josh replied. "But I'm not a bad driver like them. I shouldn't have to wait." "Burritos good for supper?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Yeah. Sounds fine to me." "Will you take the dogs for a walk while I fix the food?" "Sure. Can I drive after we eat?" Apparently, Josh wasn't ready to change the subject. "No." "Ahhhh, man! Please?" "No." "Can I drive to school tomorrow?" "No." I opened the house door and the dogs came tumbling outside to greet us. I took Josh's backpack and pointed at the desert. He hugged each of them, accepted their kisses, and led them out of the yard. As they walked across the road into the desert, I heard him shout, "Well, when can I drive again?" I waved at them and closed the door, giving Josh my best evil grin. *** Supper was pleasant, although the question of future driving lessons was raised about eight times in various ways. Each time, I put him off, until finally I could see he was getting exasperated with me, so I said we would do it again tomorrow after I got home from work, which satisfied him completely. After washing up the dishes, I asked him if he wanted to shower first or second. "Can we take one together?" he asked. Surprised at his request, I answered, "Sure. Anything special you want to do in the shower?" He grinned and ducked his head. "No. Just shower, I guess." We stripped off our clothes and tossed them in the bedroom, walking into the bathroom in just our underwear. I turned on the water and let it begin warming up. Josh stood beside me, one arm casually draped across my back. When the water was steaming hot, I pulled the shower curtain back, dropped my boxer briefs, and stepped into the tub. Josh followed suit and climbed in next to me. I pulled the curtain closed and flipped the lever on the faucet, sending the hot water up to the shower nozzle and cascading down onto the two of us. Then I turned to face Josh, lathered up my hands, and began washing his upper body. He placed one hand on my hip and casually stroked my chest hair with the other. "I like how your chest is a little hairy, but not like a gorilla," he said, sliding his hand down to my mostly hairless stomach. I began washing his chest. "I like how your chest is completely hairless, like a ... well, like a ... like a lizard." We both laughed and he took the soap from me, lathering up his own hands to wash my chest and stomach. From there we took turns with the soap, washing and rinsing each other off, giving each other throbbing erections eventually. We didn't try to make it sexual, but we also didn't make a big deal over how our bodies naturally responded to a warm hand rubbing soap along the most sensitive parts of our male anatomies. We even washed each other's butts, and I was pleased to see that Josh was no longer nervous about being touched there, even when I slid a soapy finger just inside his ass to clean him out inside. When it was my turn, he seemed to have no problem touching me there either, and he even went so far as to push his finger well up inside me a few times before pronouncing me cleaned. I turned off the water and we stepped out, toweling off and then picking up our underwear before heading into the bedroom. We were both still hard, so I bumped Josh playfully with my hip. He grinned but said nothing, waiting until my back was turned to leap onto me and lock his feet around my waist with his arms circling my neck. I grabbed his wrists and spun around, trying to throw him off onto the bed. But his grip was too strong, and all I managed to do was send us both tumbling into the mattress. We wrestled for a minute, neither of us gaining the upper hand, and I finally called for a truce. "Let's not get all sweaty again. We'll need another shower if we keep this up." Josh squeezed me tighter. "I like showers." I reached around behind me and grabbed his thigh, tickling until he let me go. Then I turned over and faced him. "You want to try something new?" "Like what?" I said nothing, motioning for him to lay down on his side. Then I did the same, with my feet headed in the opposite direction and my face inches away from his throbbing boner. I scooted closer and pulled his hard cock away from his stomach, pointed it at my mouth, and slid his foreskin back before sucking him into my mouth. My own boner was now next to his face and he began playing with it, pulling it out and looking at it from all directions. He looked down at me, busily sucking away, and he said, "I'm not sure I'm ready to give you a blowjob yet." I pulled off his cock and said, "That's fine. Remember, don't do anything you don't want to do. This is about having fun, not feeling bad or shameful." Then I got back to work, moving my tongue all around the tip of his cock underneath the foreskin. I soon had him slicked down with spit all the way to the base, and I was beginning to work him gradually into my throat when I felt something soft and wet touch the tip of my circumcised cock. I didn't look to see what Josh was doing. He touched my cock with his tongue, tentatively at first, then more boldly. It wasn't long before Josh was licking me from top to bottom, and then after a short pause, he slid his mouth onto my dick and began bobbing up and down. It wasn't the best blowjob I'd ever had, but he put all his energy into it, and it felt amazing. I reached over Josh's hip and began massaging his butt cheeks. Gradually, I moved my hand down the curve of his ass until my fingers were stroking the outside of his puckered hole. He didn't pull away but instead pushed back against my fingers each time I touched him there. I slipped one finger into my mouth and coated it with spit, then found his hole and carefully pushed inside. Josh moaned as I began working my finger in and out while sucking the full length of his cock. I felt his hand sliding under my balls, between my legs, and onto my ass. Apparently he had followed my example, because a wet finger pushed between my butt cheeks and touched my hole. Carefully, he pushed his finger inside and began thrusting rapidly as he sucked on the top half of my cock. Within a minute, I had to stop and warn him that I was close to cumming. He pulled his mouth off me at that point and began jerking my cock instead. I went back to deep-throating him, straining to hold back my own orgasm as long as possible. In short order, I felt Josh's cock swell slightly and spurt into my mouth and throat. As I swallowed, my own cock shot several gooey strands onto my belly, the bed, and Josh's chest. Josh giggled. "Looks like we're gonna need that shower after all." Chapter 16 Haters Honoring Marie's request, I made sure Josh rode the bus to and from school the next day. But the moment I pulled into my drive after work, Josh came tearing out of the house with the dogs at his heels. He opened the yard gate and ran up to the truck and opened the driver's side door. "Scoot over," he demanded. "I'm ready for my next lesson." "Can I take a piss first?" I asked, laughing. "Yeah, please just make it quick," he begged, practically dancing in place. I slid out of the truck and opened the half door that led to the extended cab behind the seat. "Let the dogs ride back here. Then get in and adjust the seat and mirrors like I showed you. I'll be right back." I ran into the house, took care of business, and changed into a more comfortable shirt. Then I went back outside and found Josh ready and waiting, with Milo sitting in the front seat next to him, paws on the dashboard, tongue hanging out. Amber and Mitch were sitting behind the seat, each with a window to look out. I went to the passenger side and climbed in, handing the keys to an eager boy who couldn't wait to start. "We're in the driveway. We have to get onto the road. How are we gonna do that?" I asked. He looked at me like I was daft. "Duh. We back up." "And how are you going to do that safely?" "Put it in R for reverse." "Is there anything behind you?" Josh looked in the mirror. "No." "Are you sure?" I asked. "What about a bicycle on the ground? Or a short, little kid you can't see." He rolled his eyes. "My bike is at my house, and there aren't any little kids living around here." "But how can you be sure, Josh? Driving a vehicle is about more than sitting behind the wheel and picking a radio station. This is a big, powerful, potentially dangerous machine and it's in your hands! You have to learn to drive safely, so how can you be sure there isn't anything behind you." "You just came home five minutes ago," Josh said, frustrated with my questions. "There's nothing behind the truck." "I understand that, Josh, but I'm teaching you to drive safely. And if we came out of the house one morning, jumped in, and started to back out, what would you do to be sure nothing was behind the truck?" He shrugged. "Go look and see?" I touched a finger to my nose. "You got it first guess. What else should you do before backing up?" "Check both mirrors." "Anything else?" He thought about it and shook his head. "I can't think of anything." "Well, there is one more thing you need to do, and that's watch where you're going even while moving backwards. Now, before you begin backing up, turn your body to the right and put your right arm on the seat back. Look behind you through the back window." Josh followed my directions. "You can see a lot more this way than the mirrors show you. Back out slowly and begin turning the wheel. Other way. Good. Straighten out the wheel now that we're in the street. Great! Look forward, put it in Drive, and off we go." A huge grin lit up his face. "I did it!" I nodded. "Good job, dude. I'm proud of you." "Where are we going?" he asked as he drove slowly down the gravel-covered road. "Stay on the back roads for now. We'll learn to drive on the highway another day, when I think you're ready. For today, let's find a place to park the truck and walk the dogs." I shouldn't have said that, because Milo immediately leaped on me and tried to lick my face. When I turned to get away, Mitch caught my cheek with his tongue from the other side. "And this is why I don't take you guys anywhere with me!" I exclaimed. Josh laughed and kept driving, ignoring the rest of us as he enjoyed his time behind the wheel. *** We returned an hour later, tired from a long walk with the dogs and ready to eat supper. As Josh turned the truck onto the gravel road, we saw a strange car and a sheriff's cruiser in front of my house. Josh began to panic. "What do I do?" My brain froze. Then I noticed Marie's and Josh's house, three down from my own. "Ummmm. Pull into your mom's driveway." Josh steered the truck in and stopped. "Turn it off and give me the keys," I instructed. "Do you have your house keys?" Josh felt his pocket and nodded his head yes. We got out of the truck and hurried up to his door. I had him open it and we went inside. I turned to Josh and said, "I don't know what's going on, but stay calm. I don't think anyone saw you getting out of the driver's seat. If anyone asks, we just went for a drive and took the dogs for a walk. Got it?" Josh nodded, then smiled and said, "Wait a second." He ran into his room, and I heard drawers opening and closing. He returned with socks and underwear he was stuffing into a small bag. "And we had to get some more clothes at my house," he added with a grin. "Good thinking, dude." I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Let's go." *** We got back in my truck, with me behind the wheel this time, and drove down to my house. A woman and a sheriff's deputy stood next to my gate, talking. I pulled around the sheriff's cruiser and into my driveway. As I parked, the woman and deputy walked up to my truck. "Mr. Turnbull?" the deputy asked. "Yes. Can I help you?" "I'm Deputy Gutierrez with the county Sherriff's Office and this is Sandra Moore from Child Protective Services. We've been asked to do a child welfare check on Josh Canton." He turned to looked at Josh. "Are you Josh?" "Uhhh. Yeah. What's going on?" The woman spoke up. "We were called by your school, Josh. They asked us to check on you and make sure you're safe." Josh nodded, confused. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" "Your mother is out of town, isn't she?" the woman asked. "Yes. My grandmother broke her ankle, so Mom went to take care of her." I interrupted. "Ms. Moore, Josh's mother asked me to watch him for a few days. She expects to be back soon, and until then, I'm making sure he goes to school and is safe. Is there some reason the school asked you to check on him?" "We aren't allowed to discuss the purpose behind a child welfare check." She acted like she didn't want to talk to me at all. "Well there must be some reason for it. Who requested it?" I asked. "I'm not allowed to discuss that either." "Then what are you allowed to discuss?" I was rapidly getting fed up with her attitude, and I'm sure the tone in my voice made that clear. The deputy held up a hand. "Let's keep this civil, everyone. Mr. Turnbull, we don't have a choice in this matter. If someone requests a welfare check, it's Ms. Moore's job to do it and it's my job to make sure it happens without any problems." I looked at the deputy. He was an older man, with a kind face. And he was just doing his job. I sighed. "What do you need, Deputy Gutierrez?" "Just a quick look inside the house. We need to see that Josh has food and the house has utilities running. Make sure he's being taken care of. Won't take but a minute of your time." I turned to Josh. "Don't let the dogs out, Josh. They can stay in the truck for now." I led everyone into my yard and unlocked the front door. We stepped inside and the woman walked around me and into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and looked inside, apparently disappointed to see it was full of healthy food instead of beer. She opened a few cabinets and saw more food, then closed them. She turned on the water in the sink, sniffed, and turned it off, then asked, "Where is Josh sleeping?" I pointed at the couch. "There. I don't have a spare bed." "Where do you sleep?" I pointed down the hall. "In my room." She walked down the hall with all of us following her. She looked inside my room and walked inside. When she walked up to my dresser and began to open the top drawer, I said, "Hold on! This is my room, my personal area, and you have no business being in here." She turned and glared at me. I held up my hand. "I have nothing to hide, but you have no right to go through my things. You're here to check on Josh, and you don't need to violate my privacy to do that." The deputy backed me up. "Ms. Moore, he's right. Without a search warrant, I can't allow you to go through his personal belongings." She huffed and walked around me back into the living room, then she motioned for Josh to follow her outside. "I want to talk to Josh alone." I shook my head. "Not without his mother present." She snapped, "You can't stop me." "I can, and I will." I turned to the sheriff's deputy. "That's the law, right? He has the right to have his mother or guardian present whenever anyone wants to talk to him, correct?" The deputy nodded. "Basically, yes. But we're not accusing him of a crime, so he can talk to us if he wants to." "But he doesn't have to talk to you if he doesn't want to, right?" The deputy nodded again. "Yes." I took a deep breath, because I was starting to get angry. "You said you wanted to keep this civil, Deputy Gutierrez. Well, you guys show up here without warning. You refuse to tell me why you're even here. You come into my house and start rummaging through it without so much as a polite request." I glared at the bitch from CPS. "And now you start ordering us around like we have no rights. I think you've seen everything you need to see. Josh is safe. He has food. The house has utilities. You can go back and tell whoever requested this visit that the boy is being properly cared for." Josh had walked to my side as I delivered my speech. He nodded his head vigorously. "Jake is taking good care of me. My mom trusts him and so do I. He even came to my house when my mom's boyfriend tried to hurt us, and Jake made him leave us alone. Jake won't let anyone hurt me or my mom." The woman looked at Deputy Gutierrez. "Am I going to be able to talk to the boy alone or not?" I shook my head in disbelief, but Josh stepped forward. "I'll talk to you, lady. What do you want to know?" She said, "I need to ask you a few questions. Outside, where we can talk privately." Josh walked to the door and opened it. "Then let's talk." He led her outside. I turned to the deputy. "This is unbelievable." He nodded slightly and muttered, "Twenty-two years doing this job. Never seen anything like it." "What's her problem?" I asked. He shrugged. "Most of the people at CPS are easy to work with. Doing a tough job and making the best they can out of it." He nodded his head outside where Josh and the woman had gone. "She's new. Seems to be pretty gung-ho." "You got that right. She needs to learn to do her job with a little more respect. A bit of politeness goes a long way." The door opened, and Josh came back inside. He glanced at Deputy Gutierrez and said, "She wants to talk to you." He walked around Josh and went outside. Josh looked at me and winked. I walked to the door and saw the deputy and the woman huddled together talking. It appeared that she was demanding something he was unwilling to do. Each time he shook his head no, she would wave her hands in the air in irritation. Finally, he said loudly and forcefully, "We can't do that, Ms. Moore. We WON'T do that. Now is there anything else you need?" That seemed to upset her so much that she no longer cared who overheard their conversation. Raising her voice, she snapped, "I'm not leaving that boy here with him!" The deputy looked up and saw Josh and me standing on the porch, watching them. He took her by the elbow and steered her out of the yard and up to his vehicle. I saw him talking into the microphone on his chest, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. He waited briefly, then started talking again, going on for almost a minute before pausing. He spoke to the CPS woman briefly and then spoke into his radio again. Finally he looked at Sandra Moore and shook his head no. She stomped over to her car, got in, and slammed the door before driving rapidly away. He walked back into my yard and said, "Sorry to have bothered you. Mr. Turnbull, Josh, you fellows have a good evening." And he left too, though not in quite such a hurry. We let the dogs out of the truck. They jumped all over us, frantic for having been locked inside during all the shenanigans. We ushered them into the yard and into the house. I closed the door and turned to Josh, raising an eyebrow questioningly. He knew what I wanted to ask. "Yeah, Jake, she wanted to know if you were touching me on my `privates' or hurting me. I told her that was ridiculous. You're just a friend helping me and my mom. Then she asked me if I knew that you just got out of prison for hurting people. I laughed at her and told her she was wrong--you'd never hurt anyone, and me and my mom trusted you completely. She didn't like that one bit. She said you were a dangerous man and it wasn't safe for me to stay here. I told her she was wrong. There was no place safer." Josh shook his head. "That lady is wacko." I took Josh in my arms and hugged him. "No place safer, huh?" "Nope," he replied, hugging me back. My heart wouldn't stop pounding, and I started crying, hating myself for doing it. Despite Josh's answers to her questions, I was furious and terrified and appalled. It felt like time had warped back ten years and I was going through the same hell I had experienced with Tommy. Josh seemed to know exactly how I felt. He wrapped me up in his arms and said, "Jake, don't cry. I'm not gonna let them do anything. They're not hurting you again. Not this time." I sobbed, "Oh, Josh, I hope you're right about that." I felt like an absolute fool. A gigantic baby, crying in front of a 13-year-old boy who was behaving more like an adult than I was. But I just couldn't help myself. My brain said calm down and be cool. My heart screamed DANGER DANGER DANGER! That's how it works with PTSD. You try to calm down but you fucking CAN'T! Josh hugged me again, hard, bringing my attention back onto him. "Of course, I'm right, Jake. I may be 13, but I'm not stupid. I know what that woman thought and she's full of shit!" That got my attention. "Josh! Language." "Sorry, but you know I'm right. You're not dangerous. You're not hurting me! The stuff we do together ... it's none of their business. You told me I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. Well, listen to me, Jake. I like EVERYTHING we do. Okay? Whether it's driving a car or giving each other blowjobs, I like it all." He paused and pulled away from me slightly. "And don't think I don't know how much trouble you can get into if anyone ever finds out about us. I know, Jake. They talk about it in school all the time. I know you can go to jail if they find out, but they're not gonna find out from me. I'll never tell. Because ... because ..." Josh looked like he was on the verge of tears himself, but he gulped hard and took a deep breath, then said, "There's something I want to tell you, Jake, something I have to admit to you." I nodded encouragement. "What's that, Josh?" He blinked and said, "I lied to you, Jake." "You did? When?" He dropped his head and whispered, "When I said I'm not gay." He looked back up at me and said, "I mean, I'm not sure if I'm gay or not. I really liked doing all that stuff with you, and I only told you I wasn't gay because I was kinda embarrassed that I liked it so much." For some reason, that was just what I needed to snap me out of my fear and self-pity. Suddenly it wasn't all about me anymore. Josh, as mature as he was at times, was a young teen who was struggling with the very same feelings I felt when I was his age. I remembered how overwhelmed I felt when I was 13, how much I needed someone to understand me and help me navigate those treacherous waters of puberty. I had to get my shit together if I was going to be any help at all. I swallowed down the panic and took a deep breath. Then I nodded to show I understood. "I know exactly how you feel, Josh." "You do?" "I was your age once, you know? I understand what it's like, having those wonderful feelings and wanting more. And wondering if you're weird for enjoying it so much." He nodded, ducking his head in embarrassment, then he whispered, "So I might be gay?" "Maybe. You might grow up liking only boys. But you might find a girl you really like one day and discover that she gives you the same wonderful feelings too." Josh shrugged and pulled me back into a hard hug. "I don't care. Even if I fall in love with a girl someday, I'll still want us to be close friends." He rubbed his cheek on my chest and softly asked, "Jake, can I tell you something and it be just between the two of us? I mean, you can't ever tell anyone I said this, alright?" "Of course," I said. "Whatever it is, no one will ever know." Josh squeezed me even harder and whispered, "Sometimes I think I would like it if we were more than friends." I placed my hand on the back of his neck and rubbed gently. "What do you mean, Josh? More than friends?" He sighed. "Jake ... ummm ... I think I love you, and I don't mean like I love my mom or I love my friends. I think I may REALLY love you. Do you get what I'm saying?" I hugged him against my chest and swallowed hard. "Josh, I get it. I really do. And I have something I need to tell you." "What's that?" he asked, his voice muffled slightly against my chest. "Josh, I think I may REALLY love you too." When he heard that, he hugged me so hard I couldn't breathe. I gasped and pried him off. Then I led him to the couch where we sat down, with my arm around his shoulders and his head leaning against me, and we didn't say another word. I'm not sure there was anything more that needed to be said. But there was a lot more I needed to think about. There was a lot I needed to do. Because from that moment, I decided that no one--no court, no agency, no busy-body know-it-all--absolutely nothing in this world was going to stop me from showing this boy all the love I could give. No matter what it cost me. No matter what I had to face. The bastards weren't going to win this time. End of UNDER SIEGE, Chapter 16