Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2021 11:18:28 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Under Siege, Chapters 9 & 10 (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. Once again, many thanks to SkyBorn for his helpful suggestions and welcome assistance during proofreading. Chapter 9 An Unexpected Twist The morning sun pouring through my window was creating a hot spot on my chest next to Josh's head. He was still draped across my chest and pressed even closer to my side. One of his legs rested on top of me with his knee across my lap, his shin on my thigh, and his foot tucked in between my knees. I had a raging hard erection, and if he was awake, he had to feel it. The side of his knee was pressing into my throbbing flesh. To top it off, I had to pee, in the worst way. Moving carefully, I disentangled our bodies, leaving Josh sprawled out on his side while I stood up and stretched. My back popped with a satisfying snap. I heard giggling and looked down to see Josh peering up at me, staring unashamedly at the boner trying to escape my boxer briefs. I picked up a pillow and smacked him on the head. "How long have you been awake?" "Long enough," he snorted. "Go back to sleep, you rascal." He giggled. "I will. But I need to pee first." He threw aside the sheets and blankets, making no effort to hide the obvious boner tenting his own underwear. He held out his hand for me to help him up. I grabbed it and pulled him to his feet, and together we walked down the hall. "Did you sleep well?" I asked. "Uh-huh," he muttered. "Did you?" "Still a little tired. And sore from being attacked yesterday by a certain young scamp." I opened the bathroom door and held it for Josh, motioning for him to go first. Josh giggled as he walked in. I pulled the door shut behind him, waiting in the hall for him to finish. I heard the sound of him peeing and washing his hands, then the door opened, and he smiled at me. "Your turn." I had a `hard' time peeing, naturally enough. My cock was so stiff I had to bend over at the waist to point myself down, and then it took forever to pee. But having finished that little morning ritual, I washed up and headed back to my room. I found Josh back in bed, with the blanket pulled up over his head and sounds of exaggerated snoring muffled by the bedding. I found one of his feet and lightly tickled the sole through the blanket. The foot jerked back and the snoring was replaced with giggles. "I'm gonna walk the dogs," I told the snoring lump. "Then have a big breakfast at Denny's." The blankets flew off Josh's head. "Denny's?!" "Yep. I've been saving my pennies and I think I have just enough to buy breakfast. I'm really gonna enjoy it. Not sure what you're gonna eat though ..." He frowned and grabbed a pillow to throw at my head. "If we go to Denny's, I get the breakfast and you get to watch me eat!" "Can I at least lick your plate, your Majesty?" "Ewwww..., " Josh replied, wrinkling his nose. "That's disgusting." "Not nearly as disgusting as your nasty farts." I waved my hands in the air. "This room smells rank. What did you eat yesterday?" He laughed. "I saved them all day just so I could let them out all night." "I don't doubt that," I replied, opening the window and waving fresh air into the room. "It will take a week to air out the place." I began dressing in sweats and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Josh threw off the blankets and ran into the living room. I grabbed my shoes and socks and followed him. Without being asked, he was quickly dressing, patting Milo on the head and assuring the chunky bulldog that it wouldn't be long before we all had a nice, long walk. *** Walk finished, showers taken, and dressed in nice clothes, I now sat across the table from Josh, watching in amazement. How could a kid eat as much as he did and stay so thin? He poured syrup on the last pancake--one of my pancakes actually, one that I was too full to eat--and dove in with his fork. A buzzing noise interrupted him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Glancing at it, he looked up at me and said, "It's my mom." Swiping a finger across the phone, he held it to his ear. "Hi, Momma! ... great! ... eating breakfast ... eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, three pancakes covered in syrup and ummm, oh yeah, two glasses of orange juice and some milk ... no, Jake took me to Denny's ... no ... yes ... no ... okay." He handed me the phone. "She wants to talk to you." I took the phone and put it to my ear. "Hi, Marie." "Jake. You shouldn't have taken him out for breakfast. That's expensive." "I didn't have any choice, Marie. I don't think I have enough food in the house. You should see this boy eat." "I've seen it. I have the grocery bills to prove it." We both laughed. "It's no big deal, Marie. I can afford it. THIS time. How's your mom?" "Not so good. Turns out she broke her ankle. Hairline fracture. They had to put her in a cast, and she's supposed to stay off her feet for a week." "Man, that's too bad. Tell her I'll be praying for her." "Thanks, Jake. I decided to drive there this afternoon to pick up Josh, then come back to El Paso. Josh will have to miss a week of school, but I have no choice. I have to be here to help my mom." I frowned. "I understand, Marie." I paused as I thought about the situation. "You know, Marie, there is another option." "No ... no, Jake ... I know what you're going to say, and I won't do that to you." "Marie. Come on. It won't be a problem and you know it. Josh can still catch the bus like normal. He won't miss school. You won't have to drive all the way home and then back to your mom's. It's the perfect solution. I'll even take him in on Monday and let the school know what's going on." I heard her sigh. "I may not make it back until next Saturday. I can't ask you to watch him all week, Jake." "Hey, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I don't mind, and I bet Josh will be good with it too." Josh gave me a funny look and whispered, "What?" I held up my hand, signaling for him to wait. Marie asked, "Are you sure about this, Jake?" "Absolutely. You're in a bind. I'd be some kind of jerk if I didn't offer." "Okay, but I owe you one. A BIG one. Put Joshie back on the phone." I handed Josh the phone and waited while he talked. "She did?... does it hurt bad? ... oh, no, what are you going to do? ... really? ... okay ... yes ... I will ... bye, Momma." He killed the call and put the phone back in his pocket. "Well, that sucks big time," he grumbled. "What?" "My mom said I have to stay with you. That's gonna ruin my week." Now I was totally confused. "Huh? Why's that?" Josh started giggling and pointed a finger at me. "Gotcha! You shoulda seen your face." "Oh, really?" I picked up the syrup and pretended to pour it on his head. He began laughing even harder, squealing as he scooted away from the syrup pitcher. The other diners were beginning to look at us funny, so I put the syrup down and told him to finish eating so we could leave. The little snot! *** We decided to go to my church after breakfast. Josh said he and his mom went to another church, but not very often, so he was sure she wouldn't mind if he went with me. He liked the upbeat music during the worship time. He clapped and sang along, and his voice was surprisingly good once he caught on to a tune. Then it was time for the preacher to begin speaking. Josh sat quietly beside me, paying attention at first, but I noticed he seemed to tune out after a bit. I couldn't blame him really. I do the same sometimes, especially when I haven't slept well the night before. That certainly described last night--with all the wrestling and changing beds in the middle of the night, so I wasn't surprised when Josh leaned against my shoulder and closed his eyes. I let him sleep, wishing that I could have gotten away with it too. When the preacher finished, I nudged Josh awake and told him it was time to go. He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Can we wait a minute before we go?" "Sure," I replied, "but why?" "Just for a minute. Please." "Okay." I wondered what the rascal was up to, but decided he'd explain himself soon enough. Once most of the people had gone, Josh led me to the front of the church. Then he motioned for me to kneel next to him. "You told my mom you would pray for my grandmother's broken ankle. Will you do that now please?" I looked at Josh in surprise. I had seen the bashful boy, the imp, the no-holds-barred wrestler, and the jokester. But now I was seeing a different side of him: the compassionate, loving Josh who cared deeply about the people in his life. I nodded and we both bowed our heads. "Father God," I began. "Josh and I ask for your help today for his grandmother. She's hurting and needs healing, and you're the one who heals us. Please touch her foot and heal the broken bones. Ease her pain and help her to be back on her feet soon. Also, please help Marie to be the best nurse possible. Give her patience and wisdom to give the best care. Thank you, Lord, for hearing our prayer and taking care of all our needs. Amen." "God. This is me, Josh. I know I'm not very good at talking to you and all. I guess I don't do it enough to get that good at it. But you probably know all that and you still listen when we pray. So ... umm ... yeah, thank you for Jake and how great he's been for me and Mom. He knows how to talk to you pretty good, so that's why I asked him to pray for Grandma. I would really like it if you'd do all those things he prayed about. But, ummm, I wanted to say thank you for Jake and for my mom and Grandma, and thanks for watching out for us all, God. I know I'm not so good at this, but I hope you'll still hear me." I smiled and hugged Josh from the side. Then I added, "Father God, this young man's prayer came from his heart, and I know that touches your heart. Thanks for hearing us both, Lord. Amen." Josh nodded his head. "Amen, God." Turning to me, he said, "Thank you, Jake. We can go now." "Okay, little buddy. Let's get home." We walked out of the church, my arm across his shoulders, his arm around my waist. "What should we do today?" "I don't know. Whadya wanna do?" Josh asked. "Hmmm... we've watched movies ... we've wrestled ... we've walked in the rain and gotten soaked to the bone ... there's just one thing we haven't done yet this weekend." "What's that?" "Homework," I replied. "We haven't done homework." Josh pulled away and punched my arm. "No! No homework." I laughed. "Come on, Joshie, it'll be fun." "No," he replied with a pout. "And no one calls me Joshie except my mom." "Ah, please, Joshie. I haven't done homework in forever." "NO, I SAID! And quit callin' me Joshie." Chapter 10 Help a Guy Out "We are NOT doing homework!" Josh insisted the moment we walked in the front door. He tossed the bag containing his school clothes onto the couch. We'd made a quick detour to his house after church to pick up everything he'd need for the next few days. "Oh? Then what are we doing?" "Wait here," he demanded. Josh ran into my room and I heard him rummaging in my dresser. Then he came back out with a pair of bright blue sweats. "Here," he said, handing me the sweatpants. "Put these on, but no shirt, no socks." I took them from his hand and walked back into my room to change. What did the little goofball have planned? When I returned, Josh was dressed in nothing but red gym shorts. His pale, hairless skin contrasted with my own slightly hairy chest and legs. He stood with his hands on his hips and his legs spread slightly apart. When he saw me, he lowered his voice and announced, "Laaaaaadies and gentlemennnnnn. Welcome to the American Wrestling Championshipssssssss. In the red corner, it's Kid Blaze. And his opponent in the blue corner, is Blubber Man." "Hey!" I objected, sucking in my gut. Maybe my stomach wasn't as flat as Josh's, but Blubber Man? Josh giggled and pointed at me. "You will not win, Blubber Man. Kid Blaze will destroy you!" I gritted my teeth and snarled, "I'm gonna tie you into knots like a pretzel and let the dogs lick your ears." Milo jumped up and tried to nibble my fingers. Obviously, he was ready to help. Josh motioned for me to come at him. He had moved the furniture to the edges of the living room, leaving a wide-open area in the middle. "Kid Blaze will never be a pretzel. But Blubber Man will go down in defeat and eat farts for supper." We reached out and locked fingers. "No more talk!" I growled. "Now you pay for your foolish challenge." I rushed Josh and pulled him into my chest with a bear hug. He laughed and then tried to wriggle free. Suddenly I had a wildcat in my arms, a twisting, scrambling, poking tornado that seemed to be all elbows and knees. I had to let him go, and soon we were on the floor trying to put each other in submission holds in between tickling feet or ribs or thighs. The dogs didn't help me at all, but seemed to take Josh's side every chance they got. I have to admit ... I was bigger, stronger, and had much longer arms, but that boy was faster, tougher, and relentless. His energy had no bounds. It wasn't long before I was on my back, exhausted, and he was sitting on my chest holding my wrists to the floor above my head. "Do you submit to the Blazing Kid?" "What? NO! And I thought you were Kid Blaze." "It does not matter. You are defeated and must now submit." He tried to sound pretentious, but then he ruined it by leaning over my face and pretending to hock up a loogie. I wrinkled my nose. "You better not." I struggled to pull my wrists free, but I didn't try very hard. He grinned. "Then submit." "Why?" "Because I am your master and you must do my bidding." "I thought this was World Championship Wrestling. What's with all this talk about slaves and masters?" Josh shook his head. "No. It's American Championship Wrestling. And Kid Blaze has devastated Blubber Man, who must now submit and be his slave." "I'll never submit to a scrawny little twerp like you." Josh frowned and began lifting up his hips and sitting down hard on my stomach, making me grunt each time he sat on me. "Submit. Submit. Submit," he chanted. "Ugg. Stop it. Ouch. Okay, okay, Blubber Man submits." He grinned. "I am your master?" "You are my master." "And you are my slave?" "I am your slave." "Good!" Josh climbed off and stood up. "Go in the bathroom and draw me a hot bath, slave. I stink." "That's for sure," I replied. "No talking, slave. Just obey." I chuckled as I stood up and obeyed the `master'. *** As I filled the tub, Josh stripped off his gym shorts and stood there beside me naked. I tried not to stare, but his body was incredibly sexy. Long, thin legs with just a smattering of light golden hairs. Graceful, slightly muscular arms. A flat stomach with the beginning of a vee leading down to his groin. A small bush of dark brown hair nestled above a thick tube of uncircumcised flesh, surprisingly long for his age. It hung limp at a good four inches, the helmet covered by flesh. His balls were still small but hung down slightly. As we waited for the tub to fill, Josh stood beside me, one foot crossed over the other, his arm carelessly draped across my back as I leaned forward, testing the water temperature. I glanced back at his wonderfully naked body and felt my cock stirring. I didn't want to be aroused; my head kept telling me how dangerous this was, but my body was drawn to the kid's natural beauty. I closed my eyes and begged my dick to stop growing. I felt Josh's arm leave my back and his body slide past me as he stepped into the tub. I opened my eyes and saw Josh sitting down in the hot water with a sigh. He turned to me and asked me to wash his hair. I knelt beside him and filled a plastic cup with warm water, then poured it over his head, gently massaging his scalp with my other hand. His eyes closed, Josh sighed contentedly as I slowly worked the shampoo into his wavy locks and rinsed it out again. When I had rinsed out the last of the shampoo, he lifted one foot and motioned for me to wash it too, even between his toes, though that made him giggle. Then I washed his other foot. I gently scrubbed his feet and legs, stopping when I reached his upper thighs. He grinned slightly, silently acknowledging my dilemma. I moved to his stomach, then his chest. He held out his arms one at a time for me to clean, then leaned forward so I could scrub his back. That is how the entire bathing experience went. Simple. Non-sexual. A time of gently ministering to my boy. After I finished, I sat on the toilet, waiting as he relaxed in the cooling water, his head resting on the back of the tub as he stretched out his lithe body beneath the now cloudy water. Eventually he opened his eyes and turned his head slightly. "You have fulfilled your duties, slave. I release you from your bondage." Then he giggled. I bowed my head and replied, "This slave does not wish to be released from such a loving master. This slave will forever serve the Blazing Kid." He snorted and said, "It's Kid Blaze." I laughed. "This slave will forever serve Kid Blaze, too." Josh sat up and pulled the drain plug. "Your turn," he said. Then he stood up, gloriously naked before me, and held his arms open. "After you dry me off." More giggling. *** Later that night, I sat on the couch next to Josh. We were both dressed in nothing but underwear, watching a movie, and finishing off the last two slices of pizza. I had some serious thinking to do. Fact one ... I had a serious crush on Josh. He was one of the cutest guys I had ever seen. I couldn't concentrate on the movie or anything else for that matter, because I kept recalling the image of him standing there in the tub, naked, flacid but totally exposed to my eyes, holding out his arms to be dried off. His naked body was drop dead sexy. Fact two ... for Josh, there had been nothing sexual about the entire episode. Josh had shown absolutely no sign that it was anything more than a simple bath. Yeah ... yeah ... I know ... it wasn't exactly `simple'. The kid is 13. Obviously well into puberty. He's not some little boy who needs a grown-up to help him take a bath. But he also didn't pop a boner or show any sign that the bath was anything more than a bath. Then he left me alone while I bathed, showing no sign that he wanted to see what I was packing. Fact three ... I love this boy. I love hugging him and goofing off together. I love his honesty and compassion and gentle heart, but I also love his sense of humor and his goofiness and his pranks. I want to be a part of his life, watch him grow up, and love him every step of the way. And I don't want sex to get in the way. Fact four ... did I mention how unbelievably sexy this kid is? Ummm ... yeah, I did. Okay, then fact four ... there was a reason I had a throw pillow covering my lap. Good grief, how do I get myself in these messes? What am I going to do about it? About Josh? About Marie? About my damned hard cock that is wanting this kid more than it's ever wanted anything before? I peeked over at Josh. He stuffed the last bite of pizza in his mouth and grinned at me. Then he propped a throw pillow on the arm of the couch and rested his head there, lifting his feet and dropping his legs across my lap and the pillow covering my raging boner. His calves pressed down on the pillow, mashing my erection into my body, not helping my problem in the least. I gave up, and placed one hand on his thigh, rubbing gently, while I massaged his feet with my other hand. Josh scooted his hips down into the couch and sighed with pleasure. "Keep doing that," he muttered, so I did, rubbing his thighs, his calves, his feet, his toes, trying to pay attention to the movie, but unable to stop adoring the young man in my lap. My stomach churned. How could this end any way but badly? *** "Jake ...?" I stopped rubbing Josh's legs and turned to look at him. "Yeah, Josh." "Can you help a guy out?" "Huh? Ummm ... what do you mean?" Josh was fully in his bashful mode, biting his lip and refusing to meet my eyes. "Uh, you know ... help a guy ... out." I may be slow, but I do eventually get it. Josh's boxers were tented up and throbbing. I gulped hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. My heart began beating out of my chest. My brain turned itself off. My body went into autopilot. I slid my hand up his thigh and gently placed my palm over the hard lump in his underwear. I pressed down and felt the stiff flesh pushing back. He was huge, for a 13-year-old. His boner was easily as wide as mine, maybe wider, and it felt almost as long as mine at around six inches. Leaning over, I placed my fingers inside the waist band on both sides of his boxers and began tugging them down. Josh lifted his hips to make it easier. I pulled the boxers to his knees, exposing the boy's massive erection. It was impressive. Very wide at the base and tapering down to a small, pink helmet that was just peeking out of the foreskin that covered it. He still had some growing to do, judging by how small the tip of his cock was. How long would he eventually be as a grown man? Nine inches? Ten? I gently encircled his cock with my fingers and began slowly stroking him. He sighed and closed his eyes. The flesh pulled back from the tip, exposing a bright red helmet with a drop of moisture on the tip. I touched the cap with one finger, rubbing the slightly sticky drop of fluid in a small circle. There wasn't much, so I wet my finger with a glob of spit and wiped all around his helmet. Josh shuddered and sucked in air. I began stroking him faster while continuing to apply spit to the cap and rubbing slowly around the ridge. Then I put my other hand on his balls, gently massaging them while I stroked his cock in a long, hard squeeze. He scooted his butt closer to me and kicked the pillow out of my lap, then dropped his calves right onto my erection, pressing against me. Within a minute, his breath was coming in short, shallow gasps and he kept raising his butt while pushing down on my boner with his legs. I stroked faster, moving both hands to his cock. One hand stroked the thick base while the other pulled the foreskin across the ridge of his helmet. Josh groaned and sucked in his stomach, stretching his feet and pointing his toes as a cloudy squirt of semen spurted from the tip of his cock, falling onto his belly. Then another spurt shot out, this one landing on my hand where I held the end of his cock. A third squirt oozed out and slid down the back of my hand. Josh blew out his breath and lay limp. "Oh wow," he muttered. *** I left Josh on the couch and went into the bathroom to clean off his cum. Well ... to be honest, I licked it off my hand. It was slightly bitter, tangy and sharp, the mark of a boy well on the way to becoming a man. I washed off and brought a warm, wet cloth back with me. Kneeling beside Josh, I carefully wiped the cum off his belly and gently washed his now soft cock. Then I pulled up his boxers, patted him on the shoulder, and went back into the bathroom to rinse off the wet cloth, where I had the quickest, most satisfying yanking session I have had in years. End of UNDER SIEGE, Chapter 10