Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2023 10:19:33 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look But Don't Look, Look - Chapter 11 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 - 13 Bobby Lassiter - 11 Scott Willis - 13 Tim Thomason - 11 Art Lamonica - 12 Other supporting characters: Allison Willis - 10 Steven Lassiter - 17 Tommy Thomason - 16 Alan Carter - 16 Pete Willis - 17 FROM CHAPTER 10 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. CHAPTER 11 - Happy 13th Birthday Sam After a quiet week, (except for Tuesday) Saturday has arrived and Sam is helping his mom get everything set up for the party. Sam "Sam, I'm really proud of you for reaching out to that new boy to help him fit in. I know how hard it is to make friends in a new place. We moved a lot when I was young. It wasn't too hard for me, but my brothers had troubles a couple times." "Thanks mom. Well, he's real nice and his locker is next to mine, so it seemed pretty natural for me to help him get comfortable. Scott and Virgil stepped up as well without hesitation." "Yes, you're all good boys. I'm glad he is able to come to the party and stay over. It's too bad not many of your other friends will be joining us. So it will be just the four of you tonight, correct?" So called friends. Jim, Mark, and Aaron will be coming to the party, but everybody else I was somewhat friendly with bailed out with feeble excuses. Like, man up and say you're not coming because I'm gay. I know that's the reason, so it's not going to bother me. Too much. And no. I didn't invite Willie! "Yep. I'm actually looking forward to getting to know Art a little better. You can only learn so much about someone a few minutes at a time in school. What do you need me to do next?" Mom gave me a couple more tasks, but we're pretty much ready. The TV room has been somewhat cleared out so there's enough room for 4 sleeping bags. The PS 5 is set up. It was so sweet of Grandma L to send that to me with a gift card with enough cash on it to buy a few more games. And extra controllers. The other kids are going to freak out. People started arriving at 2 like we asked. Grandma L was already here from this morning, inspecting the work being done in the mess rooms. Hmmm, guess I can't call them that anymore. The workers have done a lot in just a few days. Got rid of all the trash, replaced the crappy drywall and painted the living area and bedroom in Grandma's favorite colors. Still needs carpet plus a kitchen and bathroom overhaul, but Grandma says she'll be real comfortable there. It looks a lot bigger than it did with all that junk in it. Anyway, got sidetracked there, sorry. We spent most of the afternoon playing video games and snacking. Mom called for pizza around 5:30 so we could eat, have cake and play a little more before the guys who weren't staying could be picked up around 8. Bobby left with Tim and his dad to spend the night with him. All in all it was a real good day. I'm hoping the night will be just as good. As you'll soon find out, it ended up being amazing. Tim Bobby and me watch a movie after we get back to my house to settle down some after the afternoon. After it ends we talk for a while. "That kid Art is pretty nice. It's weird though, that he's only a little older than us but two grades higher." "Well, he's awfully smart Bobby. I'm pretty sure he hadn't played any of those games before but still figured out trick moves and stuff enough to beat all of us most of the time." "Yeah, I guess. Maybe he skipped a grade somewhere along the line." "Maybe. We should probably head up to my room and get ready for bed before my mom makes us." "OK. Then we can do a repeat from last weekend in our sleeping bags." "Great idea." Sam "Thanks for everything mom, Grandma. We're going to go down the TV room and veg for a little while, pop in a movie probably. We'll come back and say goodnight a little later." "OK Sam. Have fun and be good. We shouldn't have to bother you." We head into the room we use as a TV room. We have a fairly large house, even without the mother-in-law suite, so the TV room is downstairs and off to one side. There's even a door between it and the rest of the house. Initially there was going to be some messing around, but that will be postponed with Art being here. Virgil and I talked about it and he's cool with it. With the butthead gone, we can usually find a way to have a make-out or 69 session every couple days. "Thanks again for inviting me Sam. It's been real fun. I was so worried I'd be all alone and not make any friends when we moved here. Me being on the small side, not to mention skipping a grade, I thought I'd have to be a loner." "You're welcome Art. You're not so much younger than us so that it makes a difference. Plus you're a pretty cool kid." "Yeah, we're all looking forward to hanging out with you more as time goes on. We really don't know a lot about you yet after less than a week though. Why don't you tell us more about yourself, then we'll do the same." After a little hesitation, Art starts sharing. "Um, OK Virgil. Well, we used to live in northern Michigan and... Um, I-I'm going t-to t-tell you something about m-my f-family that, I don't know, you may not be ca-ca-comfortable with, but you g-guys have all b-been so n-nice all week, I think it'll be OK. I a-a-actually h-have t-t-two d-dads." Art stops there and hesitates, apparently waiting for the fallout. I decide to be, borrowing one of Scott's terms, the gracious host... "Cool, you mean like the part of Michigan up by Canada? It must have gotten cold in the winter there." The other guys take my lead and focus on geography for a minute. "So, my t-two dad's d-don't bother you?" "Not at all. Hey, maybe you can share one of them with me since my butthead dad is in jail." Chuckles all around. "Wow. I was so s-scared it would be a problem. I lost a few friends in Michigan when I decided to b-be honest with them. But I can't not be honest with potential friends." I take a look at Virgil, once again he knows what I'm thinking and gives me a nod. "Nope. Not a problem at all. Actually Virgil and I think it's pretty cool. You know how on the first day of school Willie made a joke about you being my new boyfriend?" "Um, yeah. I thought he was real mean for doing that." "Well, he was TRYING to be mean, but Virgil and I really are boyfriends. Scott and the others are cool with it so we're all pretty tolerant of alternate lifestyles." "Wow. I can't believe you told me that. I think I'm going to love living here. You guys are the coolest guys I ever met." "Heh, yeah, we think so too. Ha ha. So obviously you're cool around gay people since your dads are?" "Yeah Scott. I was raised to treat everyone nice and with respect and mostly, they'll respond the same. And, um. I'm not really sure, but I th-think I might like b-boys a lot more than g-girls too." "Well Scott, we tried to pull another straight boy into the gang, but it looks like you're really outnumbered when Bobby and Tim aren't around." "Still practicing to be a comedian, huh, Virgil?" "Yep, always." "Keep going, you need a lot more practice." The rest of us laugh at Scott's dig. Then I decide to be a little bold. "So Art, I noticed as you get more comfortable around us, you don't stutter as much." "Yeah, it's worse when I'm nervous or scared. Like now, I'm feeling really good, I haven't noticed my stuttering so much." "Nope, you've mostly been really good. I'm glad you're so comfortable around us." "Thanks." Bold is about to turn into bolder. This time I take a quick look at Virgil AND Scott. I'm pretty sure they both know what I'm thinking and nod to me. "So Art, if it's not prying too much, have you ever messed around with other boys? I mean by now you can probably guess Virgil and I have done some messing around, and actually we've included Scott a couple times." A look of indecision crosses Art's face for a moment, but then he looks confident again. "You guys keep surprising me being so open with me. Yeah, I had one friend back in Michigan, we messed around a few times. Nothing too big, just, um, jerked each other off a couple times." "That's cool. You looked a bit scared there for a moment, but I'm glad you decided to be honest. It really doesn't bother us." "No." "Nope." "And if you ever wanted to do that again, we'd be willing to, um help you out." "Well, I'm not going to be jerking anybody off, but Sam and Virgil have done it to me. I'm hoping to find a girlfriend this year in school, but until then, you gotta get your rocks off somehow, you know?" "Yeah. I have this good friend I call Lefty that I meet up with occasionally. Hell, multiple times a day sometimes." We all laugh at Art's joke. Yeah, he'll fit in pretty well. "Too bad we didn't know you before school started. We had some fun at Scott's house in his pool last weekend that I think Lefty would have enjoyed." Another round of laughter. "So, um. Were you guys planning on doing any messing around tonight?" "Initially Art, Virgil and I agreed to 'be good' with you here, obviously not knowing your feelings on the matter, but we can toss that agreement if you want to do anything." "Yeah, it's kind of been a while since I played with Terry's dick, having been here almost 2 months now. I wouldn't mind getting jerked off. And if you want Scott, I can do you and you wouldn't have to reciprocate." The three of us look at each other, Scott speaks for all of us... "Let the party phase 2 begin!!" So the four of us decide to go up and say goodnight before the next round of fun starts, saying we've been getting to know Art better and will probably be talking for a while and didn't want to get so involved we couldn't say goodnight later. Mom and Grandma don't seem to suspect anything other than what we told them. We come back down, strip and pair off, at first Scott with Art and Me with Virgil. "I like how your hand feels on my dick Art. You have a gentle touch, but firm enough to... whoa, what the hell was that?" "I'm sorry. Terry liked it when I rubbed his, um, butthole while I was jerking him off." "No, don't be sorry. Holy shit I just about came when you did that. It surprised me is all." "Good, because I like doing that too." Virgil and I are curious, so we stop jerking each other and take a look at what Art is doing to Scott. We can tell Scott's enjoying it immensely by the sounds he's making and the look on his face. It doesn't take him much longer... "Aaaah, aaaah, eeeee, I'mmmmmmm cumminggggggg!!!!" Just as Scott starts spurting, Art shoves his finger a little further up Scott's butt. Scott shoots about 8 or 9 times before his cum slows down and just dribbles down Art's hand. Art leans down to lick the cum off of his hand before taking it away. Scott's breathing harder than I think I've ever seen him. He finally recovers enough to talk. "Oh my God was that intense. I don't think I've ever cum that much before. God Art, you're amazing. Where'd you learn to do that?" "Terry has a couple older brothers. They taught him, he taught me." "Damn, he's a good teacher. Guys, if Art's willing, you gotta let him do that to you." Virgil and I look at each other as usual, both smiling. "I'm willing if they are." "Why don't you go first Sam, I mean it was you who brought Art into the gang." "OK." So Art comes over to me, Virgil's trying not to jerk himself off too much so he can get the full effect when it's his turn. Scott's paying rapt attention as well as Art starts wanking me and probing my asshole. Scott's right, this feels so awesome I'm ready to cum quickly too. "Mmm, mmm, mmm. Iiiiiii'mmmm cuuuuuminnnnng!" As I start to cum I feel Art's finger push further into my ass and I shoot about 7 loads all over my stomach and chest. The first one even hit me in my face. I've never cum nearly as much, never mind as far. "Ooooooh Gawwwwwd!" "I guess he liked it. Ready Virgil?" "Geez, after watching the two of them, I'm not sure I'll ever be ready, so.... yeah!" Art sets Virgil off in just a couple minutes as well. Once again, cumming more than I've ever seen him cum before. "Art, you are an artist." "Another unfunny Virgil joke." "Who was joking?" We all look at Art. His 3 1/2 inches look hard enough to be used as a railroad spike. Scott surprises the shit out of us by reaching out to wrap his hand around it. "Um, Scott. Do you know what you're doing?" "Yeah Virgil, but what he did to me was so awesome, I just feel like I gotta repay him. OK Art?" "Of course." So we're watching as Scott gives his first handjob, along with rubbing someone's asshole for the first time. He doesn't put his finger in, but he still does a good enough job to get Art cumming in about three minutes. He only squirts a little almost clear jizz, but he is a little younger than us. Nobody says anything about it. We don't want to make him feel bad. At this time, we're all just laying around on the sleeping bags, just taking in what just happened. "Thanks guys. You've really made me feel welcome and part of the group. I said it before, but now I mean it even more. I'm going to love living here." "We're happy to have you with us Art, but hell, I'm about to crash, so I'll say goodnight and roll up in my sleeping bag." Virgil gives me a quick look. I nod, knowing what he's thinking. "Goodnight Scott. That's not a bad idea. Art, Sam and I have zipped our sleeping bags together. It might be a little cozy, but I'd love it if you join us." "Yeah, me too Art." "Cozy is good." Next up - "6-5-4, Virgil Doesn't Want a Party" Author's Note I'm guessing you all saw that coming when I introduced Art. Believe it or not, I really didn't plan it working out like that when I first thought of him. But I do think it worked out quite well. Thanks to those of you who have sent email. I appreciate the comments, good or bad. Feel free to drop me a line if you haven't already. LRW