Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2021 11:58:31 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Under Siege, Chapters 17 & 18 (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 17 It's Gonna Hit the Fan You know the old expression about excrement striking small household appliances ... After supper, Josh and I talked late into the night about what we should do. I knew he was intelligent, but I never would have guessed how mature and insightful he could be. I wanted to call his mother and tell her everything that had happened, but Josh insisted that we wait until morning. He knew how his mother would react, and he also knew she would insist on driving back from El Paso immediately, even if it meant travelling all night. He didn't want her to do that, so he convinced me to wait. The next morning, we called Marie, on speaker, and told her about the visit from Child Protective Services. As we expected, she was ready to tear the school apart brick by brick. "I'm moving you to another school," she fumed. "Today. This afternoon. As soon as I can get back there. Grandma will have to get by without me." Josh stopped her. "Mom, don't do that. Grandma needs you, and Jake and I talked all night about this. Will you give us a chance to explain, please?" "There's nothing for you to do, Joshie. This is my fault and I'm going to fix it." "It's not your fault, Marie," I interjected. "It's no one's fault. It's just the way it is. And I've got to say, Josh and I did come up with a pretty good plan." We heard Marie sigh and say, "Fine. What's your plan?" "First, I'm not feeling well," I explained. "I think I may have to call in sick. In fact, I think Josh got me sick. He's been sneezing a lot the last few days." Josh sneezed near the phone, the worst fake sneeze I think I've ever heard. It was so bad, we both started giggling. Marie laughed too. "It might be a good idea for you to call the school and tell them Josh is sick and won't be able to go today. And we'll both probably be sick tomorrow too. Then it will be the weekend, and hopefully your mother will be doing well enough that you can come home Sunday. While Josh and I are recovering from our sickness--" Josh began coughing and smacking himself on the chest-- "you can call the school and get to the bottom of this ridiculous accusation. Depending on what you find out, you can decide Monday whether he goes back to that school or to some other." "Whadya think, Mom? You like our plan?" Josh asked. Marie didn't answer right away, then said, "I don't like you missing two days of school, Josh." "I missed a whole week when I had the flu, Momma, and I made up all my assignments in a couple of days. It'll be alright." "You've got a very smart boy here, Marie. I've been helping him with his homework, and there's no doubt in my mind that he'll be able to make up the lost time without any problem." We heard Marie snort. "I know he's smart. Sometimes too smart for his own good. But I agree, he won't have any trouble catching up. And it does give me more time to help Mom with her broken ankle." Josh and I looked at each other. He held up his hands with fingers crossed and then crossed his arms too, for good measure. "I hate asking you to miss work, Jake, but I really don't want Josh going back to that school until I find out what's going on." "Hey, I can use the break," I said. "I'm calling it a mini-vacation." A resigned sigh. "Fine. But you guys stay right there. If I tell them you're sick, I don't want your teachers seeing you running around town." Josh rolled his eyes. "I know, Momma, I know." "We'll stay right here, Marie. We have some Star Wars DVD's we need to watch." "Good. I'll call you later, boys. Grandma is calling me, so I better go." "Bye, Momma." "Goodbye, Marie. Talk to you in a bit." "Bye, Jake. I love you, Josh. Be good, okay?" "I will, Mom. You know I'm always good." "Yeah, baby, when you're not being bad!" We all laughed, and I disconnected the call. "Let's get something to eat, sport." I started to stand up, but Josh pushed me back down on the couch. "I got this," he said. "Breakfast is on me." *** I thought I'd have to settle for cold cereal and hot chocolate, but Josh surprised me with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. It was surprisingly delicious! After we stuffed the last crumb in our mouths, I washed up the dishes--he did cook, after all--and then joined him on the couch for Star Wars Episode IV. We decided to watch them in the order they came out. For some reason Josh thought that would be best. I laughed and went along with his idea. The Death Star was under attack by Luke Skywalker and his buddies when Josh's cell phone began buzzing. It was his mother. I paused the movie, and we put the call on speaker. Even over the phone, she sounded furious. "It's Randy. He's behind it," she snapped. "Really, Momma? How'd you find out?" "I called Pete and asked him what was going on. He played dumb at first, but I tore into him and threatened to call the chief. I asked him--point blank--are you using your badge and your position as school resource officer to get even with me for kicking your brother out? Of course, he denied it." "Do you believe him?" I asked. "Well, it's hard to know his exact motives," she said. "But from the rest of what he told me, he's definitely got his fingers in the pie. Even though he denied misusing his position, he told me everything that's happened. I can't prove it, but I think he's trying to help Randy." "Why do you say that, Marie?" "Call it women's intuition. For one thing, he admitted Randy is still pissed and trying to get even with us. Jake, you need to know something. Randy figured out that you're a registered sex offender and he's making a fuss about it to whoever will listen." My heart skipped a beat and I began to sweat. Damn it! I had promised myself I wouldn't do this again. Easy to say. Hard to do. All I could think was I messed up again and now everyone's going to find out and I'm going back to prison. My stomach started churning and I felt sick, but then I felt Josh's hand on top of mine, squeezing gently. I looked up and saw concern on his face. He gripped my hand and looked me straight in the eye. "It's gonna be alright," he whispered. I took a deep breath, calmed down, and started focusing on what Marie was saying. The anger was obvious in Marie's voice. "Both Pete and Randy have been talking about us with Old Hag Haskin." Josh laughed. "You get mad at me when I call her that." "Well, I won't get mad at you anymore. That old witch listened to all the gossip Randy had to share, and then she called CPS herself. She told them she was calling at the request of the principal." I couldn't believe my ears. "Wow, Marie, are you sure about all this?" "Positive, Jake. Pete told me Haskin called him into the office and tried to talk him into filing an official police report with CPS, but he refused. I guess he was covering his own butt. When he wouldn't do it, Haskin called CPS herself with Pete standing right there listening the whole time." "Do you think Pete's involved?" I asked, not bothering to disguise the anger I was beginning to feel. "He's probably not behind it, but I'm still furious," Marie said. "He stood right there and didn't lift a finger when she called CPS. He's a cop, and he should know better. But I would be willing to bet he didn't do a darned thing because of Randy." "And because of my past, too," I added. "Let's not sugar coat this, Marie. He may be a cop, but he's still human. If he knows all about me, I'm sure he won't lose sleep if I get busted again. He's probably playing around behind the scenes, causing trouble." "You may be right, Jake. But that doesn't mean I'm going to sit back and let them get away with it." "What do you want to do?" "I've already done a few things. First, I called Principal Madison and let him know what happened. He was shocked. He looked into it and called me back 15 minutes later. Told me he'd was very sorry and was putting an official reprimand in Haskin's file. She received a two-day suspension without pay." "Yes!" Josh cheered. "That'll teach the old troll to mind her own business." "The principal also promised me that he would get your assignments and bring them by Jake's house tomorrow. He wasn't fooled for a second about your sudden `illness', Josh, but he agreed it would be best for you to stay home until Monday. Then it's back to school for you, mister." "Rats," Josh moaned, grinning mischievously. "Can't a guy catch a break?" I wanted to laugh with Josh, but a cold fury was building in my gut. "What are we doing about Randy?" I asked. "I told Pete to handle it," replied Marie. "I said if he didn't fix it, my lawyer would." Josh frowned. "I didn't know we had a lawyer, Momma." "We don't," replied Marie, "but they don't know that." I nodded. "Good enough. Sounds like you covered all the bases, for now, but I have a feeling we're not done with this yet." "You might be right, Jake." She paused, then added, "Jake, thanks for taking such good care of my boy." Call it a guess. Or a hunch. Maybe the tone of her voice gave it away. I don't know how I knew, but something told me Marie was aware of the close relationship developing between her son and me. She knew and accepted it. As smart and perceptive as she was, I don't know why I thought we'd be able to keep it a secret from her. I shrugged. Might as well put all my cards on the table. "You're welcome, Marie. I love him, too." There was silence for just a moment, then a sigh of acceptance. "Keep him safe for me, Jake." Chapter 18 The Next Step "I still can't believe you told my mom." I shrugged. "I can't either. I don't know what came over me." He giggled. "I guess we don't have to hide anymore." "Yeah. I love Josh Canton and I don't care who knows!" He threw his head back and yelled, "Josh Canton loves Jake Turnbull!!" We smiled and stared into each other's eyes. We were relaxing on the bed, naked, caressing each other after experiencing powerful orgasms. The stress of the last few days had been completely erased by a morning of goofing off followed by an hour in the bathtub, simply playing around and getting each other horny, and then thirty minutes of intense sex. We had taken turns teasing each other to the brink of orgasm until we couldn't take any more and finished off by sucking each other. The explosiveness of the orgasms had left us both relaxed, talking as we tenderly stroked each other with a fingertip. I touched his cheek. "I appreciate you so much, Josh." He grinned. "Why?" I took a deep breath and blew it out. "That's twice now I've fallen apart in front of you. Having a panic attack. I don't mean to, but I can't help it." He touched my lips with a finger and hushed me. "You don't have to explain, Jake. I understand." Tears welled up in my eyes. "Then you should also understand how much I appreciate you, Josh. You help me calm down by telling me everything's gonna be alright. You hug me. You hold me. You don't embarrass me, even though I feel like I'm the kid and you're the grown up." He shook his head slightly and whispered, "You don't have to be embarrassed, Jake." He paused, thinking about something, then said, "You know how you taught me that we don't have to be ashamed of the sexy things we do together?" I nodded. "Then maybe it's time for me to teach you to not be embarrassed when you have one of your panic attacks. So what if it happens? I'll help you get over it. Nothing to be freak out about, right?" He smiled at me, raising his eyebrows a few times until I chuckled and began smiling, too. "Okay, kiddo. You win. No more shame. No more embarrassment." "Good," he said. He reached down and began fondling my cock. He was sporting a full erection, again, of course. "You think we could have some more sexy fun?" I nodded. "Actually, Josh, I've been wanting to do something special for you." His eyes widened slightly. "Something special?" "Yeah. Something I've never done before, and I want you to be first. But I'm not sure if we're ready for this." He smiled gently. "I'm ready for anything you want to do, Jake. I trust you." "Then wait here," I said, grinning. "I'll be back in ten minutes." "Where are you going?" asked Josh. I climbed out of bed and said, "To the bathroom. It won't take long. You said you trust me!" I winked at him. He smiled and curled on his side, watching me leave the room. Once in the bathroom, I closed the door and climbed into the tub. I let the water warm up, then turned the flow down until it was barely running. I took the shower wand down, removed the regular head, and screwed on a thin tube. When I flipped the shower lever up, water jetted out nicely, but still a little strong, so I turned it down a bit more. Then I turned around and soaped up my butthole before sliding the tip of the tube inside. I felt the water building up quickly, making my gut swell with the pressure. I held it as long as I could, then released the dark water down the drain with a gasp of relief. After five or six rinsings, the water came out clear and I knew I was ready. I cleaned everything up, rinsed off one more time, and turned off the water. I toweled myself dry and opened the cabinet. I knew I had some in there somewhere, but where was it? Ah, there, behind the vitamins. A jar of Vaseline. I scooped out a generous dollop and applied it to my back side. Then, with the outside well lubricated, I pushed a slippery finger in and coated the inside. Eventually I worked in a second finger and stretched myself. Wow, was I tight! Now I was having doubts, but I was determined to do this. I kept working my fingers around until the opening began to relax. When I could slide three fingers in without pain, I decided it would be good enough. I wiped off my fingers and picked up the jar of Vaseline. When I returned to the bedroom, Josh was still curled up on the bed. He saw me come in and flipped over on his back, displaying his throbbing boner. "Well, someone is ready for more," I snickered. "Yep." He grabbed himself and began waving his cock in small circles. Then he saw the Vaseline and asked, "What's that for?" I knelt on the bed next to him and said, "You'll see. Now hold still." I scooped out some of the slippery gel and smeared it all over his cock, stroking him a few times to spread it up and down his hard shaft. He gasped and began thrusting his hips, but I stopped him and said, "Not yet. Hang on." I straddled his body with my knees on each side of his stomach. Reaching behind me, I took his cock in one hand before sitting back. Josh watched silently. I had to scoot back just a bit--I was too far forward--until I felt the tip of his slippery cock rubbing between my cheeks. I moved him around a bit, sliding him up and down the crease of my butt until I felt his tip pressing my pucker. Then I sat down slightly, pressing him against my hole until it began to give way to the pressure. With an unexpected pop, I opened up and the top inch or so slid inside me. A spasm went through my body and I clenched down, trying to make the pain stop. It took a few seconds, and then I began bearing down slightly as I sat back, slowly impaling myself on Josh's cock. Halfway there, I had to stop. I was beginning to cramp up. Josh looked up at me in concern, but never moved. I smiled at him and said, "You've got a monster dick, buddy. I just need a minute to get used to it." He nodded. Finally the cramps subsided. I began slowly humping myself on Josh's cock, sliding it out of my ass slightly before pushing back down. Each time trying to push him deeper inside. It seemed to be working, although I noticed that the lower I went, the more he stretched my hole. The kid had a slightly tapered dick, and the base of his cock was wider than my own. Not only could I feel him poking well up inside my ass, but that wide shaft of his was stretching my hole to extremes. I really couldn't take it fast, but I kept going, stretching myself gradually until eventually the pain stopped and all I felt was incredible fullness and satisfaction. Josh giggled and pointed. I looked down to see what he was pointing at and saw my cock leaking all over his chest. Precum was oozing out freely. "That's from your massive cock pushing into my prostate," I explained. "I think I'm ready for you to take over now," I added. "You can start thrusting into me as fast as you want." "Cool!" he exclaimed, and with that, I got properly fucked. The kid really could pound an ass. He wasted no time shoving his hips up into me, burying his cock to the hilt, then pulling almost all the way out and shoving himself into me again and again and again. I felt his cock sliding across my prostate over and over. Without me touching it, my cock throbbed and oozed each time Josh slammed up into me. He grabbed my hips in each hand and, though I didn't think it possible, began fucking me even faster, smashing into me with bone jarring force. I watched his face and saw him grinding his teeth as he focused on the intense feelings building up inside his young body. Then he threw his head back and shoved his cock all the way into my ass. I felt him throbbing inside me and knew he was cumming hard. I squeezed down on his cock, helping him as best I could. That put me over the edge, sending my own semen squirting out in thick globs onto his chest. I collapsed on top of him, our sticky bellies and chests pressed together, his still-hard cock lodged deep inside me. *** Thirty minutes and a long, hot shower later, we were both cleaned up, dried off, and stretching out in the bed beneath fresh sheets. I was on my back with Josh next to me, using my shoulder as a pillow as he played with my chest hair. My arm was around his body, holding him close as I gently caressed the small of his back. His limp cock was draped across my naked hip, his thigh pressing the side of my leg, the toes on one of his feet playing with my ankle. It wasn't all that sexy. Rather it was cuddly. Gentle touches and loving connection. After the intensity of making love, now we were simply `in love' and holding each other close as we gave in to our relaxed exhaustion and allowed sleep to claim us. As I drifted off, I made myself a promise. No more fear. No more worry. Only love. Given freely and accepted back again without reservation. End of UNDER SIEGE, Chapter 18