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Subject: Under Siege, Chapters 19 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 19 An Unexpected Answer I woke up with a boner. Not unusual for me. What was unusual was to feel someone else's hand stroking it and those delightful twinges of an orgasm beginning to build deep in my gut. I think that's what woke me up. I shook off the last of my grogginess and opened my eyes. The bedroom was mostly dark with just a hint of morning light coming through the window. Josh was curled up next to me, his head nestled on my shoulder with my arm wrapped around him. Josh's hands were both busy, one hand jerking me off while the other hand worked his own boner. I moaned and pulled him closer, making him giggle and speed up. I gasped and stretched, thrusting my seven, aching inches into his hand. Within seconds, my cock throbbed and began squirting out ropes of cum onto my chest and belly. Josh slowed down and milked my cock until a small puddle formed just below my belly button. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head, then fell back onto my pillow, spent. But Josh wasn't finished. He touched the pool of cum on my stomach, swiped through it with his fingers, and smeared it on the tip of his own cock for added lubrication. Then he went back to whacking away at full speed, arching his back slightly as he tried to hold off his impending orgasm for as long as he could before finally slamming his fist down to the base of his cock as three small squirts launched out onto my thigh. His breathing began to slow eventually as he snuggled in closer and wrapped his body around me from the side. Without bothering to clean ourselves up, we held each other tight. Josh sighed contentedly and fell back asleep. I wanted to sleep too, but I couldn't. I was wide awake now. My body was still tired and it was several hours until daybreak, but I knew trying to sleep would be futile. The events of the past few days flooded my mind as I tried to process everything that was happening. I knew what I needed to do, so I slipped carefully out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up and walked into the living room. I knelt beside the couch and I did what I'd done so many times before when my mind was troubled. I prayed. I closed my eyes and whispered, "What have I got myself into?" No, that wasn't right. I felt that I was asking the wrong question, so I thought for a moment and then asked a different question. "What have you gotten me into, God?" That question felt right, and I knew at least part of the answer laid curled up in my bed. "I still can't believe this is happening," I whispered. "I love this boy so much, and I think his love for me is just as strong. I don't mean just the sexual part. I really enjoy being with him, and he enjoys being with me. The walks we take in the desert. Hanging out. Watching movies. Fixing meals. Teaching him to drive. I just love taking care of him." I sighed and continued. "And then there's the sex. I know there's a huge difference in our ages, but the sex with Josh has been wonderful. It's been amazing actually. More than I could ever have imagined it could be. When we made love, I didn't know what to expect, even with all that stuff I read when I was getting ready to try it. I felt all the physical things they told me to expect, but the look in his eyes when he came inside me ... well ... in that moment, I could tell how much he loved me, how much he appreciated what I was doing for him, and I loved him too. It was incredible. The physical, the emotional, the spiritual all came together. I think that must be what it's like to truly be in love." I took a deep breath. "But I'm so extremely confused. I know what people say about homosexuality. I know what the Bible says too. That it's wrong. I mean, really wrong! But right now, with this boy, it doesn't FEEL wrong to me. It feels just the opposite. It's like ... for the first time in my life, I'm where I should be. I don't want to play games with you God or try to put words in your mouth, but somehow it feels like you put me with this escort ankara (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/escort-ankara) kid for reasons I can't begin to understand. "Why do I feel this way? "I can't explain it really, other than it feels right for me to be where I am right now. But I gotta be honest. What Josh and I are doing goes against everything I've been taught in church growing up. It's a relationship most people would look at and never understand. They couldn't understand, because they would automatically assume it's wrong. "I'm 38. "Josh is 13. "And we're both guys. "I'm not sure which is worse: the age difference or us being homosexual. How can this be a good thing?" I fell silent as unbidden memories forced their way into my mind. All the experiences with my uncle during my own puberty. All the confusion of my adult life, wondering why I couldn't find a mate, male or female. All the excitement of being with Tommy and loving him. All the pain of my trial and imprisonment. I realized then that everything I'd lived through had formed me into the man I was now. When I looked at Josh, I saw a young man who had so many things in common with me, and I realized I'd be able to understand him like no one else. Perhaps I'd play a vital role in his life that God had specifically prepared ME for? Being there for him as he worked through the crazy years of puberty and beyond. His guide as he learned what it means to be a man. Not just the sex, but learning to be a man of his word, to accept and love others, to respect his mom and other adults, but also to stand up for himself and what he believes in. I could envision Josh doing amazing things one day. And I'd be proud to say I helped, even in a small way, because I'd been his friend and guide. I smiled and whispered, "Yeah, that's what I want for me and for Josh. It's going to be hard, especially with all the haters out there. They're going to try to hurt us, but I won't let them." Then I remembered the Bible stories about King David. Before he became king, he was a great soldier. Maybe too great, because the people begged him to take over as king of Israel, replacing King Saul. King Saul was pretty angry when he heard about it. He chased David all over the country, trying to trap him and kill him. David was scared for his life, so he prayed for his enemies to fall into the traps that they set for him. I wondered if God would do that for me. For us. That would be incredible! Go ahead, haters, set those traps ... and then jump right in and snare yourselves! I felt strangely at peace, but it was a calm mixed with excitement and something more: the thrill of approaching battle. Chapter 20 The Battle Begins Sunlight streamed through the bedroom window when I finally awakened. I was on my side, spooned up behind Josh, who was still asleep tucked up against me. It was a bittersweet delight to wake up holding Josh in my arms, because I knew it wouldn't last. Today was Sunday, and Marie was coming back this afternoon. Josh would be going home. I nuzzled the back of his neck to wake him. I kissed him softly on the side of his neck and nibbled his earlobe. The stubble on my chin must have tickled him because he shuddered and hunched up slightly, pushing himself back into me, pulling my arm around to hold his chest. He sighed contentedly, happy to wake up wrapped in my loving embrace. "It's after 10," I whispered, "and I'm hungry enough to start eating raw boy." He giggled. "Start with the boy's sausage," he mumbled, taking my hand and sliding it down to his groin, where I found his hardening cock beginning to swell rapidly. I stroked him a few times, then slid away slightly so he could lie on his back. I moved my face down to his groin and smelled the bitter tang of his unwashed body, still ripe with dried splotches of our cum. Despite the harsh smell--or perhaps because of it--I found myself hard in seconds and wanting to satisfy us both with another orgasm. I spun my body around so that I was next to Josh in a sixty-nine position and took his hard boner in my hand. He did the same to me, and within seconds, we both had our lips pressed against the other's pubic hair as we deep-throated each other. I turned onto my back, pulling Josh on top of me, and wrapped my arms around his butt. I wanted his cock as deep in my throat as possible. There was something ferocious about esenyurt escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/istanbul-escort/avrupa-yakasi-escort/esenyurt-escort) my desire this morning. I finally felt free to love him, and I wanted him. With my nose pressed into his ball sac and his cock lodged in my throat, I grabbed his butt cheeks in my hands and encouraged him to begin thrusting. My fingers danced all over his ass and down through the crease and around his beautiful pucker. I pulled his cheeks apart, making him open up slightly, then pressed a middle finger inside, pushing past the sphincter and up inside him. I soon found the back of his prostate and began rubbing it, making Josh moan and thrust harder and deeper. When he stopped thrusting and his body went rigid, I knew he was cumming. I pulled my finger out of his rear and lifted his hips to move his cock out of my throat and into my mouth, catching the last trickle of cum on my tongue. I felt my own orgasm build up suddenly and my cum spilling out into Josh's mouth. He swallowed some, then pulled off and milked the last few drops onto my belly. Josh played with the puddle of cum on my stomach. "Syrup came out of your sausage," he giggled. I swatted his hip gently. "If you don't stop talking about food, I'm going to make you get dressed and take you out for breakfast." He jumped up to his knees. "Sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns, orange juice. Ummm. Pancakes and syrup. Biscuits and gravy." I laughed. "That's it, bucko. Now I'm gonna make you eat the biggest breakfast you've ever had!" I sniffed. "But first, we shower and clean up this bed. Phew!!" *** We were dressed and headed out the door. The dogs begged to come with us, but I gave them a doggie treat and told them to stay inside. "Can I drive?" Josh begged. "Please." I considered his request, then nodded, throwing him the keys. "Yes!!" he exclaimed. "We'll take the highway this time. I think you're ready." "Hell yes!!!" he cried. "You're mom's gonna kill me if she hears you cussing like that." He grinned. "I don't cuss in front of her." "Why do you cuss in front of me?" He wrinkled up his nose. "Duh. `Cause you're not a lady." I laughed. "Well, I'm glad you noticed." He snorted and opened the driver's side door. He climbed in, closed the door, buckled his seat belt and adjusted the seat and mirrors as I had taught him, while I buckled myself into the passenger seat. Josh started the truck and backed out smartly, then drove down the road like he'd been driving for years, stopping at the intersection, signaling a right-hand turn, and turning toward the interstate. *** The lesson went well. Very well. He listened carefully and followed my instructions to the tee. I was proud of his driving, but nervous. There was an old, beat-up, white car following us. I first noticed it as we left the house. It was parked on the side of the road. As we passed by, the car pulled in behind us and tailed us all the way to town. I didn't say anything to Josh. I wanted him paying attention to his driving. But the white junker stayed with us even when we turned down the main street where the restaurants were located. As we pulled into the parking lot at Denny's, the white car stopped on the side of the road in front of the restaurant. Josh pulled into a parking space and stopped the truck, killing the engine. "How'd I do?" I smiled, taking the keys from his hand. "Perfect! Great job, sport." He grinned and glanced over his shoulder at the white car. "I wonder what Randy wants," he said. "That's Randy?" I asked. "Yep. At least that's his car. He followed us from your house." "You noticed too?" "Uh huh. He was kinda obvious about it." "Well, he can sit there and watch us have a big breakfast. Hope he enjoys his little game." We climbed out of the truck and went inside the restaurant, laughing as we ignored the asshole in the white car. *** He was still there when we came out. I got behind the wheel and drove around the parking lot so that I could drive past his car. At the last moment, I pulled up beside him and had Josh roll down his window. Leaning over, I saw Randy sitting there, staring at us. I motioned for him to roll down his window, and when he did, I shouted, "Morning, Randy. What are you doing here?" "None of your damned business," he snarled. I nodded. "Okay. Well, I'm sure you're familiar with restraining eskişehir escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/eskisehir-escort) orders, since your brother's a cop. Stay away from Marie and Josh and me, or I'll be filing one against you tomorrow." He laughed. "Do whatever the fuck you want, you fucking chester. I'll go where I want, and you won't stop me." "Then you're going to have fun in the county jail, asshole." I pulled away and motioned for Josh to roll up his window, shutting out the sound of Randy cussing at us. As soon as I pulled away, I glanced in the mirror and saw him peel out and swing in behind us. I pulled out my cell phone and made a call, driving slowly down the street with Randy right on my tail. I turned at the next intersection and drove a few more blocks, stopping in front of the county sheriff's office with Randy right on my bumper. Deputy Gutierrez walked out the front door of the sheriff's office and walked up to my truck. I had Josh roll down his window so we could talk. Randy pulled around us and kept going. Deputy Gutierrez frowned and shook his head. "Has he been bothering you?" "Not too much," I answered, "but I don't trust him." Gutierrez nodded. "If his brother wasn't a city cop, we'd have hauled him off to jail a dozen times by now." "Why does that matter?" I asked. The deputy looked at me with a slight smirk. "Do you really have to ask that question?" I shook my head. "Never mind, Deputy. I understand. Hey, thanks for taking my call and helping us out." He smiled. "It's the least I could do." He slapped the roof of my truck. "You fellows have a good day." We waved and drove off. Josh turned back to watch Deputy Gutierrez as we drove away. "That was smart, Jake. The city cops won't do anything `cause Pete and Randy are brothers, but the county sheriffs know that Randy is a piece of crap." "Yeah. I'm just not sure how long we can keep those two in check. My gut tells me they'll keep making trouble." "They better not," replied Josh. "They just better not." *** We were sprawled on the couch with the dogs, watching a movie, when we heard a car honk twice. Josh sat up. "That sounds like our car." He ran to the window and looked out, then turned back and shouted, "Momma's home!" I paused the movie and followed the excited teen as he ran out of the house and down the street to where his mother was parked in their driveway. He threw himself into her arms and hugged her like a little boy who hadn't seen his mom for a week. I had to smile. He loved her so much, and it touched my heart to see how she loved him back. I greeted Marie as I walked up their drive. "How was the trip?" I asked. "Long. Too blasted long." "Anything I can help you bring in?" "Those suitcases," she replied, pointing toward the back seat. I pulled one out and Josh took it from my hand, then I pulled out the other one and we carried them into the house. Josh was babbling away, telling his mom what a great week we'd had and how much he had missed her and how he was completely caught up on the homework that Principal Madison brought over and one day he made breakfast--scrambled eggs and bacon and toast--and ... and ... and ... I swear the boy didn't breathe for five minutes straight. But he did an impressive job catching his mom up on their week apart, even filling her in on Randy's bad behavior that morning. "He cussed a lot, Mom, more than he did when he was here, and he called Jake a chester. What's a chester?" Marie blushed, and I'm sure my face was just as red. "It's not a nice word, Josh," Marie said. "But what does it mean?" Josh insisted. "Josh, just forget about it," Marie commanded, trying to shut off his curiosity. I shook my head. "It's okay, Marie. Josh, chester is short for child molester. It's a name you hear a lot in prison. It's hateful, and like your mom said, it's not a nice word." Josh snorted. "Randy's a dumb ass. Oops, sorry mom, but he is. Jake isn't a child molester. And Randy IS a dumb ass if he thinks a stupid name like that is gonna upset us. He WANTS us to get mad. That's why he's doing it. He wants to start a fight. But we're not giving in. His mouth can blab all day long, but it doesn't change who Jake is. Jake is my friend, our protector, and the best guy in the whole wide world." I looked at Josh and saw his happy smile. "Are you sure you're only 13?" I asked, with a wry grin. Marie tossled Josh's hair. "There are times when I believe he's 13 going on 30." Josh laughed and threw his arms around both of us, pulling us into an unexpected group hug. Marie and I hugged him back as Marie said, "It really is good to be home, especially when home is full of people you love." End of UNDER SIEGE, Chapter 20