Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2023 14:53:24 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look, But Don't Look, Look - Chapter 1 Look, But Don't Look, Look This story is an original work of gay, young friends fiction, none of the people or events are real, however the initial premise as indicated in the title was the inspiration. CHAPTER 1 Virgil There were five of us in the gang. OK, so not so much of a gang, just a bunch of kids from the same neighborhood that hung out and played together. Once the couple oldest of us got to be teenagers, there were a lot of summertime sleepouts. It all started at one of these sleepouts. As I said, there were five of us, me, Virgil; yeah, I know, there's a story behind my name that I'll get to later. As a hint, my last name is Caine. I'm 14 now but was still 13 when this whole story started. Up until then, we were just kids playing baseball, football, hide and seek, war, etc., like every other kid between the ages of 11 and 13. There were two brothers, Sam, 12 and Bobby, 11: the Lassiter brothers. Then another two solos, at least as part of the gang goes. Scott Willis, who had just turned 13, and finally the youngest, Tim (don't call me Timmy) Thomason, also 11. Scott had a younger sister, Allison, who was 10 and the typical troublesome little sister. We didn't often hang out at Scott's house for just that reason, but he was the one with the pool. So, it all started in his yard. Thankfully, Allison wasn't present. If she was, it's likely none of this would have happened. Timmy had an older brother, 16, Tommy (yeah, their parents were big on alliteration). Their names really were Timothy Thomas Thomason and Thomas Timothy Thomason. Yeah, you can't make this shit up. Sam and Bobby also had an older brother, Steven, but like Allison and Tommy, they're not a significant part of this story. Anyway, it was late August, the hottest time of the year in the little town in Pennsylvania where we all lived. We'd had a few sleepouts already that summer. A couple included the older brothers and two of their friends, so those were fun just because of the number of guys (all apparently straight). Nothing sexual had ever happened at any of the previous ones. Well, there was that one mooning incident, but I guess that's not REALLY sexual. Remind me, I'll tell that story later. It's short. That night, we were sleeping out in Scott's back yard, with the plan of having a late night swim, well, after dark, which generally was late night for us teens and tweens. We had two tents set up, a four-person that Scott, Bobby, and Tim shared. And a two-person that I shared with Sam. Since I'm the one telling the story, you can probably guess which tent got the ball rolling, as it were. The first part of the campout was completely innocent, riding our bikes to the nearby school and throwing a baseball around. Then stopping at the local Wawa for drinks and snacks. We'd all brought our swimsuits and left them in the tents. No need to get them all sweaty bike riding and ball playing. So, we headed back to Scott's house before dark, as we promised our moms. Yeah, there was no way they'd know when we came back unless Scott's parents were looking out the window at the wrong time, but we all figured moms had a way of finding out things we didn't want them to, so why risk it. We hung out in the bigger tent for a while until it got good and dark (and hopefully Allison would have gone to bed). Not that we planned on skinny dipping, but who needed a little sister spying on us regardless? Then it was time to split up and change into our swimsuits. So, Sam and I went to our tent. Technically it was his tent, but since we were sharing.... Sam has always been a bit on the modest side, so he tried to mostly face away from me lying down while changing. In hindsight, I can never figure out why. The tent wasn't one you could stand up in. But anyway, on this occasion, he said his usual words whenever any of us changed together: "You can look, but don't look, look." Well, after hearing this a couple dozen times in my life, the wise ass in me just couldn't resist. "What if I wanted to do more than look?" You know how you feel when you say something out loud you really shouldn't after having said it in your own head countless times? Yeah, 'oh shit, did I really say that?' Like I said before, apparently straight. I could have laughed it off as a joke, but Sam didn't take it that way. "What do you mean?" I had to think how to get out of this, his question was said seriously, not a hint that he thought I was joking. "Um, I was kidding" unconvincingly. "No, you weren't, I could tell by your voice. You have a different tone of voice when you're joking, or simply being a jerk." "Shit. OK, so I meant it. I want to touch you." "Touch my dick?" There would be two ways to interpret how that was said based on tone of voice. One, which I was expecting, would be anger. That's not what I got. It was the other, one more of curiosity. So being the closet gay boy I was, I went with it. I was pretty much toast around the neighborhood if Sam said anything, so I went with it, but tried to control the damage, just in case. "Yeah. But you can't tell anybody. I'd be ruined. Maybe I'm just curious, maybe more. I just want to see what it's like to touch someone else's dick." "OK. But don't wank it or nothing. Just a quick feel." I couldn't believe it. Here it was, my best friend among the group was going to let me touch his dick. You can't imagine how quickly I boned up. Fortunately, I hadn't taken off more than my shoes, socks and t-shirt. My penile condition won't be quite as obvious to him. "And I need to touch yours too. Just to be fair." I was definitely not expecting that. How the hell am I going to hide my boner if he wants to touch me too? Time to pull a fast retreat. "Um, no, we don't have to. It's probably not a good idea." "Why not? I mean you have a dick; I have a dick. Aside from size, how different can they be?" "You're serious, you want to touch mine if I touch yours?" "Yeah. Um, I've kind of always been curious too." "But haven't you and Bobby? I mean brothers do stuff like that, no?" Now it was his turn to back pedal some. Not to mention do an impression of a beet. "Um. Ah. Oh, shit. Yeah, I've touched him and he's touched me. But you're different. Not my brother." I could have embarrassed the shit out of him and asked about his having touched Steven too, but wise ass me had been taken down a notch so it was just a fleeting thought with absolutely no desire to make itself known. In hindsight, that may have ended the whole ordeal. At the time I didn't want to end it, but as things turned out. It would have been best. "Um, OK, so who goes first? We can't take forever; the other guys will be wondering why it's taking us so long to change." "How about we wait until we change back after we swim and turn in for the night. We won't have to put our clothes back on right away." What?? Is this the same extra modest Sam I've known since we were both allowed out from under our mom's apron strings? Maybe it's his way of getting out of it and he'll forget all about it later. The joke had gone far enough. OK so it wasn't really a joke, I did want to touch him (and more). But let's put this baby in park and maybe it'll all blow over. Oops, not a good choice of terminology there. "OK. I'm good with waiting, let's get outside." So, the accidentally outing myself crisis was over, for now. We finished changing as quickly as possible and got out of the tent just seconds after the other guys. Into the pool we all went, being (relatively) quiet so as not to annoy Scott's family. Of course, I was quiet for that and for another reason. I mean, how much noise can you make with your foot in your mouth? Sam Oh wow. I couldn't believe it. I've been crushing on Virgil ever since I was able to get a boner. I played my typical modest self, because I didn't want him to think, well, know, that I was gay. When he said he wanted to do more than look, oh boy, boner city. I had no idea he was at least interested in boys too. It caught me so surprised; I didn't even think to pretend I was mad. Then the conversation kept going. Again, oh wow. So now we're ready to get out of the hot tub. That really feels good after a night swim. It's a good thing I've got loose swim trunks. Virgil seeing me hard after that conversation didn't bother me. But the other guys? That's a whole other universe. OK, maybe Bobby wouldn't be a problem, I did show him how to jerk off and even "lent a helping hand" a few times. But I made sure he "knew" it was just a big brother helping a little brother learn stuff he wasn't going to learn anywhere else. He seemed pleased when I told him he passed the test after he got me to dry cum. Steven was probably too old to want to mess around with us, so it was up to me. I had to learn by experimentation. Like I could really go into school one day and ask, 'what do I do when I want to get rid of a boner?' Can you imagine the ridicule? Being in 7th grade, at the bottom of the middle school pecking order? What hell that would be. Now I get to try something for real that I've only imagined - about a hundred thousand times. :-) It's late enough, Bobby and Tim are definitely tired. I just hope Scott is too. Hmm, he looks like he's ready to nod off after a hot tub session. Time to get the show on the road. "I'm getting tired, what about you guys? I'm guessing it's close to 11." I didn't have to guess; I stole a peek at the clock Scott's parents put up on the back wall of the house. Scott is facing that way. "Yeah, ten of. By the time we dry off and change into our shorts it'll be 11. I can't believe how tired the hot tub makes you when it's already past your weeknight bedtime." Scott added a chuckle at the end there. So, prerequisites satisfied. Hmm, let me take a quick glance at Virgil; sweet, he looks about as tired as me. Which is not very. I'm too hyped up looking forward to what's next. I sure hope he doesn't decide to back out. I really, really want to mess around with him. I said no wanking, but there's no way I'm going to stick to that rule. Besides, he said `maybe more', which I have to believe he's at least willing to try sucking. Virgil Well, this is it. Sam's been stealing glances at the front of my swimsuit when he doesn't think I'm looking. Doesn't look like he's going to change his mind. Damn, this is going to be great. Scott I don't know what, but something's going on between Sam and Virgil. They've been pretending not to look at each other since we got in the pool. Now Sam wants to go to sleep. Kid one and kid two look like they're ready to need a rescue from drowning. They'll be out quick then I can sneak out of the tent and see what the hell is going on with those two. I'm not going to be the butt of one of their practical jokes again. Shit, I haven't gotten them back for the last one. It's a bitch when you wake up in the middle of the night to take a piss and your feet are tied together. Maybe I can think of something to set them up. OK, time to set up the rest of the night. "Yeah, ten of. By the time we dry off and change into our shorts it'll be 11. I can't believe how tired the hot tub makes you when it's already past your weeknight bedtime." Virgil We all head into the big tent so it's easier to dry off. Of course, we all made a circle, facing out. Which was definitely good in my opinion, being as hard as I've ever been. So, on come the soft shorts and t-shirts, we all say good night. Scott reminds us he's got a pesky little sister. "The pain will probably be out here early to wake us up for breakfast. If I don't get enough sleep, I'll blow up at her and then there goes sleepouts for at least a couple weeks." Sam and I head over to our tent. I think I should give him one more chance to back out. No. I want to do this. If he wants to back out, let him bring it up. So we got in our tent and Sam looks at me like 'are we really going to do this?' T minus 10 seconds and counting so I say, quietly of course: "Who strips first and who touches first?" "You said you wanted to touch me first, so I'll strip." He faces me and takes off his t-shirt. Virgil junior gets a little bit harder. Something I wouldn't have thought possible. Then down come his shorts and I'm presented with what would be the best birthday gift ever, if it was my birthday. Sam's cock is beautiful. It's hard, so he's obviously looking forward to this too. Probably a little less than my 4 inches, but not enough to be a really big difference. I can't wait, well, hope and pray, that someday I'll be able to have that dick rubbing up against mine. But for now: "You ready? I'm going to reach out for it now." "Y-yeah, g-go for it." He's as nervous as me, but I'm not going to pass this opportunity up, it may never happen again. I reach out and put my hand around his cock. I cover all of it except for the head. No way I was going to just do a finger touch. "Mmmm, oh god I can't believe how good it feels to have someone else's hand on your cock. Don't take it away yet." Like I had any intention to. After what seemed like seconds but was probably a whole minute, Sam wanted his turn. As reluctant as I am to take my hand off his cock, having him touch, hopefully hold, mine is harder to resist. The T-shirt comes off and I pull down my shorts to give Sam the same present he gave me. "Wow, I was right. How different can they be? Not a bit. Maybe you're a tad longer, but they could be twins." Twin cocks. I had to chuckle. Sam reaches out and grabs hold of my dick. I suspected Bobby may have touched Sam's before, but other than one with a baby wipe in it 10+ years ago, this is the first time another hand has touched my dick. Maybe Sam's just shaking in anticipation, but it couldn't me more exciting if he was giving me a full-on hand job. Then he starts moving his hand up and down my cock. No, I was wrong, it's way more exciting now. So much so that my legs quiver and I have the best orgasm of my life. A couple drops come out that are almost clear, and I can barely stand up. "Hey wow, you came a little. I made you cum. Soooo cool." "Uh.... huh." I wasn't in any condition to say anything else. I slid down onto my butt and tried to recover. I wanted to give Sam the same feeling if I could. But there was no way I could do that this second. "Shit, I know I said no wanking, but once I had my hand on your cock, I couldn't help but move it. And holy shit, I made you cum! I can't wait until you're back to your normal self and can do it to me." "Yeah, I'll get there in a minute. You can't know how good it feels to have someone else do that for you." Well, maybe he does, Bobby or Steven may have given him an orgasm, I wouldn't know for sure. But OMG, it's almost indescribable. Sam I can't believe I just did that. I mean, I loved doing it and it looked like he loved it too. It felt good when Bobby made me cum, but holy shit, it looked like Virgil was about to have a heart attack. In a good way, if that's possible. Sorry Bobby, if Virgil can make me feel like it looks like he felt, maybe praising you was a little bit of an exaggeration. "Yeah, OK. Take your time. But not too long ha ha." I sat down next to Virgil. I figured if he almost fell over, I didn't want to take any chances. After a minute or so, Virgil reached out and gently grabbed my cock. Damn. Is it the 4th of July? He starts moving his hand up and down. No, it's the 4th of July, Memorial Day and New Year's all in one. Holy Fu... ah, ah. "I'm cuuuuuummming!!!" My whole body vibrates, it feels like I'm on the most intense roller coaster ever made. My dick spasms wildly. I still don't shoot, but oh god. It's so unbelievable how good this is. Virgil lets go. If feels like a part of me is missing, but also feels good because my dick is so sensitive, if he didn't let go, it'd hurt too much. We both lie back and just relish the moment. "That was awesome." "Amazing." We both exclaim nearly simultaneously. Maybe not physically, but mentally, I'm ready for round two. Scott I finally sneaked out of the tent. The little buggers wouldn't fall right asleep that quick. I could swear I heard some groans from the next tent. Whatever they were doing, I hope I didn't miss it completely. I move quietly over to their tent. There's a tiny gap between the flaps. Just enough that I can see in but unless they're looking right at it, probably can't see that I'm there. They're lying next to each other totally naked. What the fuck? Did they like fuck each other or something? As I'm watching they turn to face each other. Sam quietly mumbles something, but I can't make out what he said. Virgil nods and Sam leans in and kisses him. Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm watching two of my best friends turn into gay perverts right before my eyes. The chaste kiss turns into full-on making out. I don't know if I'm more turned on or disgusted watching this. Nope, little Scott isn't waking up, disgust wins. It's like a car accident or a train wreck. It's so awful, but I can't stop watching. Sam pulls back a little and mumbles something else. Virgil breaks out into this huge smile and starts to flip around. His head is in front of Sam's cock and vice versa. Oh my god, they're going to blow each other. They start in and are going at it hard when I lean in a little too far. "Oh, shiiiiit! I fell into the tent. Next up, "The aftermath." Lee Wilson