Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2021 02:22:31 +0000
From: Wes Leigh <weston.leigh@protonmail.com>
Subject: Under Siege, Chapters 7 & 8 (Gay Adult/Youth)

UNDER SIEGE

By Wes Leigh



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Chapter 7

Unexpected Blessings



Talk about a lazy Saturday.

We watched movies all morning, stopping at lunch to heat up a frozen
pizza.  I moved our wet clothes from the washer to the dryer, and Josh
replaced the towel he'd been wrapped in with one of my long t-shirts,
one that fell halfway to his knees.  It kept him covered, but barely, and
we both laughed when he sat on a bar stool and had to tuck the end of the
shirt between his legs to keep anything from showing.  After lunch, it
was back to the couch for more Pirates.

Around 2:00, there was a soft knock on the door.  I paused the movie and
opened the door to see Marie, holding an umbrella over her head.  It was
still drizzling, though not raining as hard as it had been earlier.

"Momma!!" Josh shouted, jumping up and running to the door.  He slipped
around me and hugged his mom around the waist before I could invite her
in.

She laughed and pushed him ahead of her as I motioned for her to come
in.  Glancing down at the long t-shirt Josh was wearing, she frowned and
asked, "Where are your clothes, son?"

He grinned impishly.  "They got soaked in the rain.  Jake is washin'
`em."

I nodded.  "Actually they should be dry by now."  I left them talking
in the living room while I walked to the back to get our things out of
the dryer.   When I returned with Josh's clothes, he was sitting on the
couch next to Marie, and they were talking earnestly.  Her face was set
and firm; his was frowning and rebellious.

I tossed Josh his clothes and Marie motioned for him to take them.  "Get
dressed, Joshie.  I want to leave as soon as we can."

"Mommmm ...," he whined.

She raised one eyebrow and pointed.  "Now, Josh."

He grabbed his clothes and stomped off.  When he reached the bathroom, he
glanced back at us and slammed the door.  Marie looked at me, exasperated
with her son's attitude.  I shrugged.  What could you do?  He was at
that awkward age, half boy, half man, petulant fit-thrower one minute and
clumsy teenager the next.

Marie sighed and explained, "I just got a call from my mother in El
Paso.  She slipped and twisted her ankle.  She needs my help, so Josh and
I are driving down today and coming back tomorrow night so he won't miss
any school Monday."

"I hope it's not too serious," I said.

"I'm sure she's fine.  She just needs a little help getting around for
a day or two."

"I understand.  Is there anything I can do?"

"If you wouldn't mind, keep an eye on my place while we're gone."

"Will do, Marie."

She glanced down, embarrassed, and hesitated before speaking. "I hope
Josh isn't being a pain."

I chuckled.  "That boy?  He's always a pain.  But he's never a
bother."

She smiled.  "I know exactly what you mean.  Jake ... ummm, can I ask you
a favor?"

"Of course."

She hesitated again, then said, "I'm not comfortable with him sitting
around your house in just a t-shirt.  Could you make sure he stays
dressed?"

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.  "Sure thing, Marie.  Today was
just a special situation. His clothes were sopping wet."

She nodded.  "I understand."  Then she stepped closer and put one hand
on my elbow.  "Jake, I see how the two of you are together.  You've
become his best friend and role model, all in one.  He adores you, and I
... well, I trust you, Jake.  You've never given me reason to think
you'd hurt Josh.  But ...," she stopped and took a deep breath before
continuing, "I know about what you did.  I saw the sheriff's website
..."

In that moment, my heart seemed to stop and all the blood drained from my
face.  I thought I'd pass out.

Marie looked at my bloodless face in alarm.  "No, Jake, you have nothing
to fear from me.  I told you I trust you.  You've been good to Josh, and
I'm not concerned about anything."  She tugged my arm and urged me to
sit on the couch next to her.  "I wasn't being nosy.  I wasn't
snooping.  But I checked the sheriff's sex offender website and saw your
name.  They don't say a lot, so I want to hear your side, Jake.  Talk to
me.  Tell me what happened."

I swallowed my fear, took a deep breath, and began talking.  I told her
everything.  About my Uncle Jacob when I was a boy and my neighbor friend
Tommy.  About how I messed up so bad and how Tommy's mother the lawyer
made me pay for it.  I talked about the trial and the horrible things
they said, calling me a devil and a monster, and about how prison was
hard but taught me to trust God, even in the worst situations.  I even
shared about that moment years later when Tommy and I met and I found
forgiveness in his bear hug.

She asked me what it was like now, living with what I'd done.

I told her, with complete honesty, about how harsh people could be when
they learned about my criminal past.  I told her about my family and
their hypocrisy, condemning me while ignoring my uncle's wrongdoing.  I
explained how I had learned to cut anyone out of my life who rejected me
and how I cherished even more those who loved me and accepted me for who
I was.

I struggled to hold back the tears as I looked deeply into her eyes and
said, "That's why I treasure you and Josh so much.  You're ... you're
..." Despite my best efforts, the tears began to flow.  "You're the
first people who've loved me unconditionally ... since ... since it all
happened.  My own family doesn't treat me as good as you do.  I'd be a
lonely, bitter man if it wasn't for you and Josh."

Marie was crying now too, and she leaned in and hugged me, saying nothing
but letting me know that I was indeed loved.  Then I felt another set of
arms, skinny boy arms, intertwining around my neck and Marie's and
joining the two of us in our tearful hug.  I felt Josh's cheek next to
my ear and felt his tears falling on my shoulder.  And I heard him
whisper, "That lawyer was wrong, Jake.  You're not a monster."

***

Never in a million years would I have believed I could open up like that
and talk about my past with such complete honesty.  Never.  But what a
relief it was when I did.  No more hiding.  No more pretending.  Every
disgusting mistake from my past was thrown out there in the open, and
Marie and Josh didn't care.  They accepted me anyway.

You know what was the most amazing part of all?  They didn't say, `Oh,
we like you even though you did all those bad things.' No, they simply
didn't CARE about any of them.  It was like none of it had ever
happened, as far as they were concerned.  The past was over and done, and
the man I was today was not that guy anymore, not in their eyes.

Instead, I was Mister Jake, the Dog Guy, the Bat Swinging Maniac who
helped them out, the friendly neighbor who bought them hamburgers every
now and then, the really nice guy who Josh looked up to and respected.
Yes, they called me all those things.  At first, I felt uneasy, but then
I began to see myself as THEY saw me, and it changed my perspective
entirely.  Especially when Josh said I was the goofy old dude who never
paid enough for pulling his weeds.

We all busted out laughing at that comment, and it seemed to break the
last icy crystal encasing my heart.  I looked at Marie and Josh and said
with a sigh, "Thank you.  Thank you both so much.  You can't understand
how much this means to me."

Marie nodded.  "I think I can guess.  But I don't think YOU understand
what it means to ME to see my son treated with such kindness.  This young
man," she pulled Josh into a sideways hug, "means everything to me.
You stepped in when no one else was around and saved us both from serious
physical harm, and then you took an interest in him.  He has changed
because of you.  He's less bashful.  He's more respectful.  You're
making a huge difference in his life, and that means the world to his
mom."

Josh rolled his eyes hearing all this, so I reached over and playfully
cuffed him on the back of the head.

"Hey," he objected.  "Why'd ya whack me?"

"Because I'm genuinely concerned about you," I replied with a wink.

He stuck out his tongue and gave me a glare, making both his mom and me
laugh.  She shook him gently and said, "We'd better get on the road,
kiddo.  I want to get to Grandma's house before supper."

Josh's good mood evaporated in a flash.  "Awww Mommmm.  Do I have to
go?"

"Of course, you do, Josh.  You can't stay here by yourself."

"Why not?  I'm almost 14, Mom.  I won't do anything wrong, and Jake
can check on me every day."

Marie shook her head.  "Absolutely not, Josh.  There is no way I'm
leaving you here alone."

Josh looked over at me, the gears spinning in his head.  "What about ...
could I stay here with Jake?"

Marie turned Josh to face her and said, "Josh.  No.  You are going with
me and that's final."

"But why, Mom?  Why can't I stay with Jake?"

"Because it wouldn't be fair to ask that of him, kiddo.  It would be
too much of a bother."

"I won't be a bother.  I'll help out.  I'll do the dishes.  I'll
clean his house.  Tell her, Jake, tell her I won't be a bother." His
eyes practically begged me to agree with him.

I shrugged.  "It really isn't a problem for me, Marie."

"See, Mom.  I could stay here, and you can take care of Grandma without
having me in the way."

Now Marie rolled her eyes.  "Since when are you in the way?"

"Please, Mom," Josh begged.  "I love Grandma, but I really don't
wanna spend my entire weekend there.  Please let me stay with Jake."

Marie looked at Josh, then looked at me.  "Are you sure you don't mind
watching him?"

"Not in the least," I assured her.

"Well .... okay."

"Yes!" Josh exclaimed.

Marie reached into her purse and handed Josh her cell phone. "Grandma's
number is in my phone.  I want you to call me tonight and tomorrow
morning.  You have your house key?  If you need to get anything, be sure
to lock the door behind you."

Josh kissed her on the cheek.  "Thank you, Momma!"

Marie shook her head and turned to me.  "Last chance to back out,
Jake."

"It'll be fine, Marie.  We'll watch movies, play video games, and if
we find a little time, do some homework."

Josh shook his head vigorously from side to side.  "Noooo way!"

"Oh, that sounds perfect, Jake," she said, chuckling.  "Ok, I leave
him in your capable hands.  Now, I really need to get on the road."

We walked her to my drive, where she had parked her car.  Josh gave her a
hug and a kiss, then she climbed in the car and drove away.  And that is
how Josh and I began a weekend together that forever changed our
relationship.



Chapter 8

Boy's Night Out



You would have thought Josh had just won the Super Bowl and was now going
to Disneyland.  The boy was bouncing off the walls with excitement.

I started another movie, but all Josh wanted to do was wrestle.  He
grabbed my wrist, trying to put me in an arm bar, and just when he had my
arm twisted around between his knees, I threw myself on top of him and
began tickling him.  He screeched and tried to protect himself, but I was
taking no prisoners and worked my way up one side of his skinny frame and
down the other.  I soon had him gasping for air and begging me to stop,
which I did, but then I grabbed one leg and began tickling the sole of
his foot.  He put the other foot on my hip and tried to kick himself
away, but only succeeded in tumbling to the floor in front of the couch
with his foot still in my possession.

"STOP!!!" he yelled pulling and twisting with all his might.

"Are you going to behave?" I asked.

"NO!" he admitted.

"Then you leave me no choice!" I replied in my best evil villain voice,
and I began raking my fingernails across the bottom of his foot.

"OK. OK. I'll be good!" he shouted, so I released his foot. He curled
up in a fetal position on the floor and sucked in air, breathing deeply.

I panted and tried to catch my breath too.  I had to admit the scrawny
little bugger was stronger than he looked.

He shot me a dirty glare from the floor, so I jumped forward, pretending
to grab at his foot.  He scurried out of my reach and stuck out his
tongue.  I raised my eyebrows and laughed, turning back to watch the
movie and ignoring him.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him push
himself up and crawl on all fours back to the couch.  With a mischievous
grin, he slid up next to me and suddenly launched himself at my body,
attacking my ribs with both hands.  I pushed to get away and found myself
on my back with Josh sprawled out on top of me, trying to find an opening
to attack my sides.  He was relentless, waiting for me to protect one
spot and then shifting to an undefended location.  I scooted back on the
couch to get away, but he scrambled forward and threw his knees on each
side of my hips, sitting down on my lap to pin me in place.  I knew I
couldn't allow this to continue, because his bottom was wriggling around
on my crotch, and--you guessed it--I began getting a boner.  So I grabbed
Josh's shoulders, pulled him down into a bear hug, and rolled off the
couch into the floor, landing with a thud on top of him.

"Get off me!" Josh shouted.

"Not until you promise to be good!"

"Argghhh," he moaned, twisting and pushing to try to dislodge me.

I laughed and held him down until he began giggling uncontrollably, so I
relented and got up, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet.  He
playfully punched me in the stomach and threw himself on the couch.  I
sat next to him and put my arm around his shoulders, hugging him from the
side.  He scooted closer and placed his hand on my knee, with his arm
just brushing the tip of my boner which now refused to go down.
Thankfully, it wasn't getting worse, but Josh must have seen how he
affected me.  My basketball shorts weren't exactly hiding anything.  In
fact, I knew he had seen it, because at one point, he glanced up and
grinned wickedly before standing up and walking into the kitchen, asking
me if I wanted anything to drink.  I asked for a soda, and while he was
away, I adjusted myself.  When he returned, he handed me my drink and
dropped down beside me, glancing at my crotch briefly before smiling and
looking back at the television.

What was I getting myself into here?

***

I sent Josh into the bathroom for another shower while I made Sloppy Joes
for supper.  He protested--of course--but we were both stinky with sweat
from the continual wrestling sessions.  The boy just wouldn't leave me
alone, and if I didn't know better, I would have guessed that his goal
was to `accidentally' bump my boner with an arm or foot or leg whenever
he had a chance.  And when he leapt on my back, I couldn't help but
notice something hard, and surprisingly long, poking me in the hip.  But
we were both getting hungry, so I called an end to the games and sent him
to wash up before the meal.

He came out of the bathroom dressed in one of my long t-shirts and no
pants.

"Sorry, bucko, but your mom made me promise that you wouldn't wear just
a t-shirt.   Put something else on."

"I'm wearing my boxers too," he replied, pulling the shirt up past his
stomach.  He was wearing green and blue boxers, and the bright colors
made his creamy white skin seem even more translucent.  I caught just a
glimpse of his belly button and toned stomach.  He had no abs to speak
of, but there wasn't an ounce of baby fat either.  Then he dropped the
t-shirt and asked, "What's for supper?"

"Sloppy Joes and French fries," I answered, dragging my attention back
to the spicy mixture I was stirring in a skillet.  "The fries are
baking.  Give `em another 15 minutes."

Josh came up next to me and sniffed.  "Smells yummy.  I'm starving."

"I'm not surprised.  We've been wrestling for 19 hours straight."

"Hmmph.  Exaggerator."

"Ok, then two hours straight.  And I stink," I said, sniffing my own
armpit.

"I'll say," Josh agreed.  He took the spatula from my hand and
motioned for me to go.  "I'll take over.  You need a shower."

I laughed and left him at the stove while I took care of my stinky pits
and sweaty body.

***

Supper was over and the dishes washed and put away.  The television was
off after the final dramatic music from the last Pirates of the Caribbean
video.  The dogs were drowsing wherever they had dropped down for the
night.  And I was exhausted.

I thought having Josh stay the night would be fun.  And it was.  But I
had no idea how much energy it would take to keep up with him.  He was
wearing me out, and it had been only one night!

I patted Josh's knee and told him to get ready for bed.  He moaned that
he wasn't tired, but then he yawned and shook his head.  Smiling, he
giggled and asked me where he was going to sleep.

"I'll put sheets and a blanket on the couch.  You can have one of my
pillows."

Josh shrugged his acceptance, so I got everything out of the linen closet
and he helped me turn the couch into a make-shift bed.  I tucked him in
and began to walk away.  But a sudden urge made me turn and look at him.
He was watching me with that upturned nose and impish smile.  I leaned
down, pushed aside his wavy auburn hair, and kissed him lightly on the
forehead.  "Good night, Josh," I said.  He threw his arms around my
neck and hugged me.  "Good night, Jake."

As fun as the play had been all evening, that kiss and hug topped off the
night for me.  I patted his shoulder and went to my room, turning out the
lights along the way.

***

"Jake ..."

"Jake, wake up ..."

I rolled over and blinked.  "Josh? What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep."

"Why not?"

"The couch is really uncomfortable.  I can't fall asleep."

I groaned.  "Josh, just give it time.  You'll be asleep before you know
it."

Josh shook his head.  "It's not like my bed.  I can't stretch out.
I'm too tall."

"Well what do you want me to do about it, kiddo?"

"Can I sleep with you?  In your bed?"

I sighed.  "I don't know, buddy.  That's not a good idea."

"Ah, come on, Jake.  It's a big bed.  There's plenty of room."

He had me there.  It was a queen-size and could easily sleep two or even
three people.

"Jake ... I can't get to sleep on the couch.  If you let me sleep with
you, I'll be good.  No wrestling or anything.  Promise."

I held up my hand, my pinkie curled up.  "Pinkie swear?"

Josh slipped his little finger around mine.  "Pinkie swear!"

I sighed and slid over, giving Josh room to climb under the covers next
to me.  "Thanks, Jake!"

"Yeah, yeah, now go to sleep."

"I will."  Silence, for 15 seconds, then ... "Jake?"

I blew out my breath, and said, with obvious exasperation, "Yes, Josh."

"I had a great time tonight."

Ok.  Now I'm feeling guilty for feeling exasperated.  "Me too, Josh, me
too."

"Thanks for letting me stay with you."

"No problem, dude.  It's been fun for me too ... ummm, but do you think
we can go to sleep now? It's pretty late and I'm really tired."

"Yeah.  I think I can sleep now." Then I felt Josh shifting next to me,
rolling on one side and scooting up beside me.  He pulled my arm out and
around his shoulder and placed his head on my chest with one hand resting
on my stomach.  And that's how we fell asleep.

***

I woke up hours later with the rather obvious feeling of a hard dick
poking my hip.  Josh was breathing hard, and he was humping my leg
slowly.  I turned and looked at his face.  There was just enough
moonlight shining through my bedroom window for me to see that his eyes
were closed and he seemed to be asleep, but having a `good' dream.  I
didn't say anything, and after a minute he stopped moving, sighed, and
fell into a deeper sleep.

Must be nice, I thought to myself.  Now I can't sleep.



End of UNDER SIEGE, Chapter 8