Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2023 13:12:05 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look But Don't Look, Look - Chapter 10 Look, But Don't Look, Look This story is an original work of gay fiction, none of the people or events are real. If you enjoy this or the other stories here, why not donate to keep the fun alive? Donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ The gang: Virgil Caine - 13 Sam Lassiter - 12 Bobby Lassiter - 11 Scott Willis - 13 Tim Thomason - 11 Other supporting characters: Allison Willis - 10 Steven Lassiter - 17 Tommy Thomason - 16 Alan Carter - 16 Pete Willis - 17 FROM CHAPTER 9 "Was that an orgy?" "Where'd you hear that word Bobby?" "Um. In school." "Yeah, I guess it was." We all decide we need to dry off, and after all of us have had a cum, are pretty much ready for sleep. We head to the tents, Virgil, Sam and I don't bother putting our shorts on. I'm betting neither did Tim and Bobby. We get settled in and Virgil says... "You think you're ready for another round Scott?" My dick had only softened a little in the pool while we recovered, but now it's standing up again. "That boner says he is Virgil." "My turn on the biggest dick here. Oh, I didn't mean you were a dick Scott. I meant that monster there. What do you feed it? I need to get some of whatever it is." "Ha ha. Um, yeah, go ahead, it would be kind of difficult to turn down at this point." Virgil takes his turn sucking my cock, once again, even after having just cum a short time ago, I don't last long and soon I'm shooting into Virgil's mouth. After he swallows... "Not bad, but I like yours better Sam." "You'd better." "I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to fall asleep." "Yeah Scott, I guess two straight cums will do that to anybody. I think we'll crash too." I laid down and just before I fall asleep, I hear Bobby and Tim starting round two in their tent. Was this the best sleepout ever or what? Chapter 10 - School Starts Arlington (Arlo) Prescott (The Saturday before school starts) Ring ring "Hello?" "Hello, Mrs. Lassiter?" "Yes?" "Hi, this is Arlo Prescott from Arlo's Reno." "Yes, Hi Mr. Prescott. Please call me Maureen." "And I'm Arlo, please. Anyway, I'm just calling to confirm a time for my crew and I to arrive for work Tuesday morning. You'd said something before about getting the boys ready for school?" "Yes, Arlo. They should be out of the house by 8:05, so really, any time after that will be fine." "Great, we'll shoot for 8:15 to 8:30, but morning traffic from Winslow can be a little unpredictable." "Winslow? That's where my mother-in-law is currently living. I believe you've spoken to Maggie?" "Yes I have. I've lived in Winslow all my life, so when I started the construction business, it was a logical place. We'll see you on Tuesday morning Maureen." "OK, goodbye." Sam (Tuesday) Bzzzzz, Bzzzzz, Bzzzzz. SLAP!!!! Oh god, is it time to get up already? Maybe I can convince mom to let me stay home from school today. And forever. While I don't think it will be as bad as when I was afraid to come home, there have got to be at least a couple guys that will give me shit about dad or being gay. I don't know how that got out. I guess somebody's parent was at the arraignment and said something to their kid, and... boom! Hell for Sam Lassiter. Bobby too I'd guess, at least he'll only hear shit about dad. I doubt sixth graders will be as cruel as eighth graders though. "Sam, Bobby, time to get up for school." "I died overnight mom, I can't go." "Sam... We talked about this. It will be OK. You'll get a little ribbing about your dad and it'll be over after a day or two." Yeah, right. That's not the ribbing I'm really worried about. No point in going over it with her again. Just because she's alright with my being gay, doesn't mean the whole school will be. "Oh, OK. I'm taking a shower and will be down for breakfast in a few." "Let me know when you're done Sam so I can shower too." "Sure thing Bobby." 179 more times he'll tell me to let him know I'm done if it's anything like last year. Showers over, clothes on, Bobby and I head down for breakfast. We don't always get a hot breakfast before school, but mom always does it on the first day. Says it nourishes our brains. Geez. "Pancakes! Cool!" "Yeah, thanks for cooking for us." "You know you need a nice hot meal to start the school year. We have to get those brains nourished." "Nourish our brains." "Brain nourishment." "OK, I get it, I say that too often before school. But it's true. Finish up quick so you can get out to your bus stop. The workers will be here early this morning and I have to make sure everything's ready for them." "How's that going to work when you go to work?" "Well, they're insured and bonded, that means they're trustworthy and if they do happen to steal or break something it gets replaced. But I spoke to the foreman last week and from what he said, they seem like a good bunch of men. I'll be giving them a key to the downstairs and lock the door to up here, so there shouldn't be a problem. If need be, your grandmother offered to babysit them." "He he. Men needing babysitters." "Yes, well it's just an expression Bobby. She'd only be here if there's a need at some point for an adult to be here when I can't be. Hop to it, you don't want to miss your bus. I HAVE to be here this morning so I can't drive you and it's a pretty long walk to the school complex." "OK, bye mom. See you later." That is unless somebody kills me at school. "Bye mommy." "Bye." Maureen Ding dong "That must be the contractors... Hello." "Hello Mrs., um, Maureen. I'm Arlo Prescott. This is the rest of the crew, Andrew, James, and Lawrence. If you'll open up the apartment, they'll start setting up while I go over a few things with you." "Hello Arlo. Yes, they can just go right around the side, I have it open for you already. Come in." "Thank you." "Would you like a coffee or something?" "No thanks. I'll just take a couple minutes and then get right to work. Firstly, you said you'd have a key for us to get into the apartment in case you are at work?" "Yes, I have it right here." "Thank you. And secondly, I like to be up front with our customers because sometimes, well, personalities get in the way. My company is a gay-run company. My crew and I are all gay. I think I mentioned it when we first spoke, but now that we're here, I like to reiterate it." "Yes, that's fine. Actually, my middle son has a boyfriend. We're not sure he's truly gay yet, but we understand the possible conflicts. Oh boy do we." "Sounds like there's a story behind that. But, anyway, I really wanted to point it out because when I was in high school, I had a run-in with a boy named Lassiter and I wanted to make sure there was no relation." "Well, I'll tell you Arlo, it sounds like there is a relationship there based on what Maggie told me. My soon to be ex-husband may very well have been that Lassiter. You said you grew up in Winslow. So did Phil." "I see. You said soon to be ex, so then you're legally separated?" "You could say that. He's legally behind bars mostly due to his reactions finding out about our son's current sexual preferences." "Oh, wow. In one way I'm sorry to hear that, but in another, I'm glad there won't be an encore presentation from high school." "Yes, that won't be an issue. He's still a few weeks away from trial and he was denied bail. Based on what his lawyer says, his best option is to get into a plea agreement. He won't be home for a long time." "You sound happy about that. That actually makes me feel a lot more comfortable. Although I'm sorry for the trouble it's obviously caused you, I'm actually going to be very happy working on improving some of Phil's other 'victims' lives. OK. That's all I wanted to discuss. Unless you have any questions, I'll get to work." "Nothing right now. I'm off today, so if you need anything, you can just knock on the connecting door." Arlo (After heading to the apartment) "OK guys, I have to make a quick phone call and then I'll be right in to help you." "Sure thing Arlo." Ring ring "Hello?" "Hello, Maggie?" "Yes?" "This is Arlo Prescott, the contractor." "Yes, hello Arlo, what can I do for you?" "Nothing, I just wanted to let you know we're at the site now. And that due to the circumstances around the family, I'll be giving you a 5% discount." "Circumstances? I appreciate the discount obviously, but what circumstances?" "I always inform my customers that we're a gay-run company. After sharing that with Maureen, I discovered her husband was actually a boy who beat me up in high school." "Oh no. I'm so sorry about that. What a coincidence though. Actually I'm surprised you're not charging me more." "Ha ha. No. Since you folks are in a way also victims of your son's cruelty, I feel like I want to help you out. 5% isn't a lot, just a token, but it's my way of recognizing our common interest." "Well thank you Arlo. It does seem like we should be compensating you for that incident." "Water under the bridge. Until I made the connection, it remained in the back of my mind. Obviously one never forgets something like that, as you'll never forget the current situation with your son. So have a good day, and I'll be in touch again as we gat closer to completion." "Thanks again, bye." Sam So we walk to the end of the block to the bus stop. I guess it's easier for the bus drivers that all the schools are together. Elementary and middle start at the same time. The high school starts earlier. Of course it's weird having kindergarteners and all on the same bus as eighth graders, but I guess it's worked for a few years. "Sam?" "Yeah Bobby?" "Do you think anybody will be mean to me because of dad?" "Like I said before Bobby, a little time has passed since he went to jail, most people don't care anymore. There might be one or two kids who spout shit at you, but just remember, they're just words. And if all else fails, agree with them and say 'you're right, my dad's a butthead.' He he." "OK." Me being gay is quite another story. Here comes the bus. I hope the shit doesn't start right away. Who am I kidding? Willie 'the douche' LeDeuce gets on before we do. I bet I won't be past the first step before he starts something. "Hey look. It's the two mini John Dillingers. Be careful, you don't want to get shot." "Very funny Willie. You'd be the first though." "Yeah, like the little faggot's going to shoot me. Go ahead Sam. 'Blow me' away. Hey guys, don't let him sit too close, he might try to molest you." The bus driver is kind of used to Willie's shit, but I guess he knows this is over the line. "That's enough LeDeuce. I can stop in the office when we get to the school. I'm sure the principal will be really happy to see you on the first day. You'd beat last year's record by almost a week. Not another word." I'm passing him at this point in time and he whispers... "I guess the bus driver is one of your butt buddies." I don't want to visit the principal's office on the first day either so I resist the temptation to elbow him in the side of his head and I keep walking. I just can't WAIT until we get to school. Well, two classes and homeroom should be bearable, Scott will be there to have my back. I hope he really meant that when he said it. And Virgil's in two more, plus they'll both be there for lunch, that's more than half the day. I walk into homeroom and there are whispers. I try to make myself believe they're not about me, but at least I can't hear what they're saying. It's funny, Virgil and Scott live pretty much just around the corner from me but they're on a different bus. I guess they can't spread out too wide a net with K-8 all on the same bus. Anyway, thankfully Scott's already here so I go to sit next to him. Fist bump. More whispers. Scott glares at the closest ones and the whispering stops. Mr. Samuels doesn't miss much. He noticed the timing. I hope he doesn't ask me to stay after class. He looks at me and mouths 'later' so I guess I'll be OK for now. That's all I need is another reason for the kids to get on my ass. "OK people. Settle down. This is school, not a party." He takes roll and then starts with the typical announcements and other first day shit, like locker assignments. God, I hope Willie's is on the other end of the hall. If not, maybe I'll try to get mine changed. The bell rings and we all get up and head out to first period. Virgil's in my math and history classes, but his physique doesn't scare many people. At least there's two of us. We all head to our lockers and put away anything we won't need until third period. I get to my locker and the books are slapped out of my hands. I look and it's Willie. "You better not say anything and get me in trouble or your books won't be the only things on the floor." He keeps walking like nothing happened. I realize the classrooms are going to be my safest places. Kids can get away with a lot of shit in the halls. I hear someone fake cough 'blow me' but can't tell who it was. And so it begins. Math looks like it will be relatively tame. Again there are whispers, but they don't bother me much, I can mostly pretend they're not about me. I sit at an empty 'desk' since Virgil isn't here yet, hoping nobody else takes the other seat at the mini-table they use as desks in some classes. Virgil walks in less than a minute later and we settle in for math. As expected Mrs. Adams describes the scientific calculator we're supposed to have and passes out a list with our options and also gives us an overview of what we'll be doing all year. I make it to second period without incident. Maybe it will just be Willie who gives me any shit. Second is science - chemistry. I don't have any backup in this period so I again take an empty table and hope. Mr. Carter walks in just before the bell rings starting class. But he's with another boy. "Good morning class. We have a new student joining us this year. Please make Arturo Lamonica welcome. He prefers being called Art though. Art, why don't you take the seat next to Sam there in the second row?" "Th-th-thanks M-mr. Carter." "In case it wasn't obvious class, Art has a stutter. It gets worse when he's nervous. I will NOT put up with any teasing in my class about that or anything else. This is your only warning. OK, on to chemistry." Mr. Carter looked right at me when he said 'anything else'. I wonder what he knows. I've never had any interactions with him before. Art sits down, I give him a smile and a fist bump to make him feel welcome. He gives me a nod and settles in. He looks vaguely familiar and I realize he was next to me when Willie knocked the books out of my hands earlier. Art is small for our age. He looks to be a couple inches shorter than me, and I'm already one of the shortest in 8th grade. He's thin, like me with sandy brown hair and green eyes. Bright green eyes. His glasses make him look smart and he looks cute in his own way. I immediately decide I'm going to like him and help him adjust to being the new kid. As much as I can anyway. I also hope I live long enough to be of assistance. Science ends and it's time to make our trek to our lockers to swap books. They give us a couple extra minutes to visit our lockers after some of the periods so we don't have to carry 7 books around all day, but don't allow too much time between the others. "Hi Art. As you know I'm Sam. Lassiter." "Hi." "I noticed you had the locker next to me earlier. You being new, I'll walk with you. There's safety in numbers, hopefully we won't get picked on if we're not alone." "W-we? Oh yeah, you're t-the one who had his b-books knocked away." "Yeah, that was Willie. Willie 'the douche' LeDeuce. School bully. He doesn't need much of a reason to pick on someone. Being new probably qualifies." An obvious look of dread passes over his face as he just says 'oh.' "Like I said, safety in numbers. Like any other bully, if he doesn't feel like he has an advantage, he'll mostly ignore you. Do you have 4th period lunch?" "Yeah." "Cool, so do I. I'll introduce you to my two best friends. I'll look for you if you get there first. Where are you going next?" "History with Ms. Taft." "Cool. Me too. We can walk to lunch together afterward." We're at our lockers by this time. Unfortunately so is the douche, about 5 or 6 down from me. "Hey Loser-ter, got yourself a new boyfriend already? I hope Virgil isn't the jealous type. Or maybe he'll invite the new kid there for a three-way." I try to ignore him, but then I notice someone had badly drawn what can only be a dick on my locker. I'm shocked and I feel myself starting to tear up. Nope Sam. That's not going to happen. I ignore both the douche and the dick and open my locker to swap books. It opens toward the douche. "Hey, that's not fair. You have a personalized locker. Who'd you blow to get that?" I can't ignore him any longer. Speaking up is probably a mistake but I feel I have to. "Give it a rest Willie. If you pay too much attention to me people will think you have a crush on me." A chorus of ooohs go up around us and Willie looks like he's about to pound me when the warning bell rings. "I'll deal with you later." No pounding right now. Hey, I have something to look forward to. Death, or at least a hospital visit. Art and I hustle to history. This is the other of my two classes with Virgil. Luckily he's already there and the two desks to his right are empty. Some of the classes, mostly where there's not as much opportunity for team projects and the like have regular desks. This and English (5th period) will be like this. I sit next to Virgil and point to the next desk over for Art to sit in. "Hi Virge. This is Art. He's new. We had science together too and his locker is next to mine. Art, Virgil Caine." "Hi Art. Nice to meet you." "Hi V-virgil. S-same here. How's D-d-anville?" "Ha ha. That's almost funny. I guess you know where my name comes from. How's it going so far Sam?" "Three run-ins with the douche already, some whispers, and apparently an appointment for death by douche later." Art chuckles at this. Virgil knows how serious it is though. "What are you going to do?" "At a minimum spend some time in the hospital? I really don't know. I still have more than half the day to figure it out." Ms. Taft asks for quiet and starts going over the year's goals. I'm just thinking about my goal of living another day. We all head back to our lockers after class and then to the cafeteria. Like everywhere else, school food is barely edible, but we all get our portions of slop and sit down at a 4-person table and wait for Scott. "Hey Scott. This is Art. Art, Scott Willis, my other best friend." Art looks like he's afraid of Scott. "W-wow. You're b-big." "Yeah but he's cool. Don't worry about him, he'll be on your side from now on. Scott, Art's in a couple of my classes and being the new kid, I figured he'd be looking for friends on the first day of school, so I sort of volunteered us." "No worries. Nice to meet you Art. The three of us have known each other almost forever, but we'll make you welcome." "T-thanks." Willie walks past us, glaring at me like he'd kill me now if he could. "Hi g-g-g-g-girls." "I think I can see why you offered to be Art's friend." "Yeah, Art's already gotten a taste of Willie's shit. According to him Art's my new boyfriend." "What an ass. Don't worry Art. As long as you don't piss him off, he's all talk. Anyway, now that he knows you're hanging out with me, I doubt he'll cause you too much trouble." "T-thanks S-s-scott." "So Sam, what did you do to get on Willie's bad side so quick? Aside from being alive that is." "I might have suggested he had a crush on me in front of a bunch of other kids." "Ouch. "Uh oh." "Yeah. And I can't prove it was him, but I'm pretty sure he drew a dick on my locker. It did look like it was drawn by a 4-year-old." "Yeah, that sounds like him." Scott looks as though he's scheming something. He'd never do anything to get in trouble in school, but I'm not sure he wouldn't catch up with Willie outside of school and say or do something. Oh well, can't worry about that now. We all start eating our lunches, seeing what other classes Art may have with us. Luckily for him, he shares most of his classes with at least one of us, English with both Scott and me. While we're chatting I give Art my address and invite him to my party this Saturday. "No need to bring a present, we've all decided to skip that and just have fun. And a couple of the guys are sleeping over too. Ask your folks if you can stay over too. That is if you want." "Um, OK, I-I'll have to ask my, um, d-dad if I can go. I'm sure it w-will be OK. They'll p-probably be happy I made f-friends already." I'm not sure if anyone else picked up on his slip. A stumble before dad, and then 'they'll'? I'm not sure, but I'm thinking Art has 2 dads. If so, me and Virgil being gay won't bother him at all. The rest of the day passes relatively quietly. I'm dreading going back to my locker after 7th period, not knowing what Willie might have planned. As I walk up to it, I see Mr. Samuels waiting there. "Can I have a minute Sam?" I'm getting a stay of execution, cool. I nod and follow him to his classroom, which is just a couple doors away. "I won't keep you long, I know you have a bus to catch. I know you're probably going to have some, ah, unwelcome interactions with some of the other students based on your father's situation. If you ever run into any trouble, you can come to me." "Thanks, but so far my dad's 'situation' hasn't really been an issue. Maybe just some whispers and a comment from LeDeuce. It's, um, other things that have caused any unwelcome interactions." "Hmmm, William would indeed be one of the students I would expect that from. And since you did mention it, even for that other reason, feel free to come to me with any issues or questions you may have. I think I understand what you may be going through." While he didn't come right out and say it, probably being a teacher, he couldn't, but I'm pretty sure he said that because he's gay too. Probably had the same kinds of issues growing up. I must have looked scared because... "Don't worry Sam. I'm not one to share personal things about students with anybody. Nor, if your fear is, um, due to you thinking I'd do something to you, you're safe around me. I know what you're thinking and while I can't confirm or deny anything, I'll just say I don't like kids in any way other than as a teacher/mentor." "Um thanks. I was more afraid of you knowing and maybe treating me different than, well, the other thing. But I guess you wouldn't have pulled me aside to assure me I can rely on you if you hated me." "Yes, I suppose you got enough of that from your father. OK, I won't keep you any longer so you don't miss your bus. But if you need a safe place, my door will always be open for you." "Thanks. See you tomorrow." If Willie doesn't kill me first. I make it to the bus before it leaves and sit near the front with someone I kind of know. "OK if I sit here?" "Sure, I guess you want to avoid Willie." "Yeah, but who doesn't?" He just nods and the bus pulls away and we sit there quietly until we hit my stop. Willie stayed on the bus. Well, I survived day 1. Scott My bus is almost always the first one to leave the school when the day is done and Virgil and I get off it pretty early. "I'll see you later Virgil. I gotta run and do something." "K Scott, take it easy." Hopefully I can get to Willie's stop before his bus does, it's not too far away so I jog in that direction and get to his corner just as it's pulling up. "What are you doing here Willis?" "I came to have a little chat with you." "Playing big protector for your pansy friend?" "Exactly. If you like your face the way it is, you'll leave my friends alone, and that includes the new kid Art. If I hear anything from anybody about you hassling them, next time I'm waiting for your bus, it won't be for a chat." "You're not going to beat me up. You're too nice a guy. Big un-bad wussie. Probably one of Sam's butt buddies." Willie is shocked at how fast I grab him. I spin him around and pull his arm painfully across his back and lift. As I put more and more pressure on his arm I ask him... "How's this for nice? Unless you want a dislocated shoulder, I better hear you promise to leave them alone within the next 5 seconds." "OK, OK. I promise. Shit, let go. That hurts." I let go, shoving him to the ground. "You better keep your word. You have a reputation that wouldn't get you much sympathy if you end up getting into a fight with someone and that someone kicks your ass. Oh, and wash the dick off Sam's locker too." Willie walks away, head down, with his tail figuratively tucked between his legs and I head home. Sam (Friday) I don't know what happened, though I'm sure Scott had something to do with it, but Willie hasn't said another thing to me all week. In fact he's gone out of his way to avoid all of us. I'll have to thank Scott properly at my party tomorrow. Next up - "Happy 13th Birthday Sam" Author's Note Thanks to those of you who have sent email. I appreciate the comments, good or bad. Once again, thanks for the idea. You know who you are. Feel free to drop me a line if you haven't already. LRW