Date: Mon, 1 May 2023 12:33:42 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look But Don't Look, Look - Chapter 12 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 11 Sam 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 stuff, 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." "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." CHAPTER 12 - 6-5-4, Virgil Doesn't Want a Party Things have been back to normal for a while, it's a little over a week after Sam's birthday before much happened. Let's take a look at what's going on now. Scott Another boring day at school over, I get on the bus and take my usual seat because Virgil isn't there yet. As he's getting on the bus, Becky Lewis asks me if it's OK if she sits with me. I say OK. Virgil gives me a questioning look. All I can do is shrug my shoulders and wait to see what she wants. "You hang out a lot with Sam Lassiter, right." "Yeah, we're pretty good friends." "Is it true he's gay?" "You'd have to ask him. It's not for me to say yes or no." "OK. Well, are you gay?" I'm shocked for two reasons. First Becky hasn't ever said more than two words to me that weren't schoolwork related since I've known her. Secondly, it appears I'm getting accused of being gay because I hang out with Sam. I respond, perhaps a bit too harshly. "Not that it's any of your business, but no." "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. Will you get off at my stop with me so I can ask you something else?" Becky's stop is the next one after me, so it wouldn't be a long walk home. She's got me curious now, so I say OK. She nods and we're quiet the rest of the ride. Virgil gets up to get off at our stop, looking back at me. When he sees I'm not getting up he gives me the universal 'call me' signal and I nod. I'm unsuccessfully trying figure out any possible reason why Becky wants to talk to me. Not that I don't want to talk to her, she's definitely one of the prettiest girls in 8th grade. Long, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, just starting to get curves. I sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye, yeah, she's starting to get breasts. I quickly realize little Scott is starting to pay attention so I look away and think of anything else. Her bus stop arrives and we get off. "So what did you want to ask me?" "Do you know what the story is about Sam's dad being in jail?" "Yeah, like I said, we're good friends." "So you know why his dad shot my grandfather?" "Huh, your grandfather?" "Yes, Bill Robinson is my mom's father." "Wow, I never knew that. Yes. I do, but I'm not sure I can really share the details with you without Sam's OK." "If you're afraid I'll say something to somebody, I promise I won't. Grandfather won't share anything with me, although I guess my mom knows, and well, I just need to know what happened to make Mr. Lassiter shoot at him. I promise, I won't share anything you say. Please?" She's looking right in my eyes as she says this. I fall victim to the beauty of her face and decide to talk. Hopefully she won't gossip with her friends. "Well. Sam went missing for a day a few weeks ago. Mr. Caine and Virgil brought him home late that night after Sam called Virgil. Mr. Lassiter was totally pissed at Sam. You're really not going to say anything?" "I won't." "Well, Sam's father had found out about Sam and Virgil, I really, really shouldn't say this, but well, they were starting to become boyfriends." "That's not really a secret. Half the school knows it and the other half guesses it's true." "OK, I guess so. Well Sam's father is angry and he reaches to grab Sam. Mr. Caine thinks he's going to hurt Sam so he punches him. Knocks him out cold. Later on, Mr. L gets drunk, wants revenge, and starts to go after Mr. C, but gets the house wrong. Your grandfather lives across the street from Virgil. So he shot your grandfather thinking it was Virgil's dad. He was so drunk, he didn't even know he had the wrong guy until later." "Finally, it makes some sense. Thank you Scott. Well, at least as much sense as it could being a pretty whacked out situation in the first place. Um. I like you Scott. If you wanted to ask me out sometime, I'd probably say yes." "Really? Wow. Yeah, I'd like to go out with you. Maybe pizza and a movie this weekend?" "Sounds fun. Here's my phone number, call me later and we can choose the day and time." She had a slip of paper all ready to go. I guess she planned that part of it. I wonder if she'd have given me her number if I didn't tell her anything. "Yeah, great. I'll call you tonight." Willie LeDeuce "So you'll do it Davey?" "Sure, $40 tomorrow and another $40 after." "Deal." Sam The next day Bobby is supposed to be home for dinner from Tim's, but he hasn't arrived yet. Maureen calls over to Tim's and finds out that Bobby left more than 10 minutes ago. It shouldn't take him more than a couple to bike home from there. "Sam?" "Yeah Ma?" "Bobby must have stopped somewhere on his way back from Tim's. Can you take a ride in that direction and see what's holding him up? Dinner's almost ready." "Sure Ma. Be right back." Alice Carlson "9-1-1, what's your emergency?" "Oh my God. Oh my God, there a little boy..." Calm down ma'am. What's your name and where are you calling from?" "I-I'm Alice Carlson, I live at 127 Lincoln Street." "OK, what's this about a little boy?" "I was coming home from work and he's lying out by the sidewalk, all bloody." "Can you tell me if he's breathing?" "Yes, he's breathing. I don't think he was hit by a car, but I can't tell." "OK Alice, the police and ambulance are on their way. Can you stay on the line with me until they get there?" "Yes, of course." "Is he moving, does he appear to be conscious?" "No. He's still. His breathing looks a little labored though." "OK, the police should be there in a minute, just stay with me." Sam Great, I gotta go chasing around the neighborhood to see where he stopped. I turn the corner onto Tim's street and I see a cop car just over the top of the hill. I start to get a bad feeling. As I reach the crest of the hill, I see Bobby and his bike lying on the ground. "Nooooooooooo. Bobbyyyyyyyyy." I pedal as fast as I can the rest of the way. I skid to a stop and jump off my bike. "Whoa, slow down there young man. You know this boy?" "Y-y-yeah. H-h-he's m-m-my brother." "OK the ambulance is on it's way. What's your name son?" "Sam Lassiter. He's Bobby. What happened?" "It's hard to say. Ms. Carlson came home and found him like this. Although it looks like he was beaten." He turns away for a second to speak into his shoulder mike. "Unit B-2 to base. I need backup and crime scene here at 127 Lincoln." "Roger B-2... B-3 is on his way, ETA 2 minutes. Crime scene should be there in around 10." "10-4. B-2 out... Where do you live son?" "Just back around the corner on 3rd street. Number 14." We wait for what seems like an eternity but finally a second cop and the ambulance shows up. "Jerry, can you stay here until the EMT's have everything under control? Crime scene is on their way too. I'll take Sam home and let his par... Um, mother know what happened and get them to the hospital. Ms. Carlson, would you be able to put the boys' bikes somewhere safe for a while after the techs are done?" "It's Mrs., and yes I can." "Thank you. Come on son." Steven "Mom. Um, there's a police car pulling in the driveway." "What. Oh no. I hope you didn't do anything to warrant this visit Stephen Phillip." "He's not here for me, that's for sure... Sam's getting out of the car with him. And crying." Mom and I head to the front door to await the cop and Sam. "Hello Mrs. Lassiter. I need you to come with me. It appears your son Bobby was beaten up a little while ago. He's on his way to St. Vincent's." "Beaten up? Wha-wha?" "We don't have any details yet. Let's get you to the hospital." "Let me get my purse." "I'm coming too mom." "Of course Steven." We lock up and get a ride to the hospital with the cop. Man, I never wanted to be in the back seat of a cop car, but this is worse than if I broke the law myself. The ride is short, but it feels like it takes a year. Alice Carlson "Unit B-3 to base." "Go B-3" "I'll begin to canvass the neighbors to see if anybody saw anything. Crime scene is here." "Roger B-3" "I have a Ring camera. Where we are it looks like it should have caught something." "Thanks Mrs. Carlson. Can we go inside so you can show me?" The camera caught the whole altercation. Handing her his card, the officer says... "Can you email the video to this address, ma'am?" "Of course. I hope you can figure out who that other boy is." "I'm sure we will. Thanks for your help." "Of course." The Lassiters, at the hospital "Here comes Jerry now. It looks like he may have something." "Hi Cal. Yes. Mrs. Carlson's Ring camera caught the whole thing. Maybe the boy's brother can recognize the other boy." Sam is in no condition to look at the video, just sitting there crying quietly, practically in a trance. "Mrs. Lassiter, I don't want to bother your son now, we'll leave you but we'll be in contact. Do you want me to give your older son a ride home to get a car? Or you can call me and I'll come back to bring you home." "Huh? Oh, yeah. Steven, will you go with officer Rose and bring back my car? I don't think I'll be leaving anytime soon, but I guess we'll need it at some point. Maybe one of Sam's friends can look at the video?" "Sure Ma. I'll give him Virgil and Scott's info on the way." With that, Steven gets the keys and leaves with Officer Rose. Mrs. Lassiter and Sam wait to hear any news about Bobby. Virgil (Later that evening) Ring ring "Hey Scott." "Hi Virgil, what's up?" "I've been trying to get hold of Sam, but there's no answer at his house. Have you talked to him lately?" "No, haven't seen him since school." "OK, I guess I'll just keep trying. I wonder what's up." Willie Ring ring "Hello.. Oh, Davey, hi." "Bring the other $40 to school tomorrow. It's done." "Did anybody see you?" "Naah, the street was deserted." "Sweet. I'll bring it tomorrow." Art - Next morning with Dad #1 Luigi (Louis) Lamonica "Svegliati Arturo, รจ ora di scuola." (Wake up Arturo, time for school.) "Sono sveglio, scendo tra un minuto." (I'm awake, I'll be down in a minute.) Art's in his kitchen with his dad, having breakfast. "How was work last night dad?" "Interesting. Your new friend Sam, his last name is Lassiter, right?" "Yeah, why?" "It appears his brother Bobby was beaten up pretty badly after school yesterday. He was brought to the hospital yesterday afternoon and I had to run a series of X-rays on him." "What happened? Is he OK?" "Yes, I think he'll be fine. It doesn't look like there's any permanent damage, but sometimes head injuries don't present all their symptoms immediately. The doctors will probably want to keep a close eye on him for a couple days. He wasn't awake when I saw him. I'd say he was beaten pretty badly. He has a broken leg and a few broken ribs to go along with a likely concussion. Hopefully nothing more head injury-wise." Art (Later, at lunch) "We haven't had any chance to talk in class, but you guys, I know why Sam's not in school." "Why?" "What's up?" "One of my dads works at the hospital in radiology. Bobby was brought in yesterday afternoon, beat up pretty badly. Concussion and broken ribs and leg. So I guess Sam either stayed home or they're at the hospital with Bobby." "I'm going to fucking kill Willie." "How do you know it was Willie, Scott?" "Who else would it be Virgil? He's been too nice to you guys since I 'spoke' to him after the first day of school. I just know he's behind this. He couldn't get to Sam, so he went after Bobby. Fuckin' dick." "Dad said the cops brought Sam's family to the hospital, so they're on it. Don't do anything stupid Scott." "That's good to know Art, but he's not going to get away with this if I can help it." Virgil (Later, after school) Ding dong. "Oh, hello officer, what can I do for you?" "Hello Mrs. Caine. I'd like to speak with your son if you don't mind?" "Uh, no, of course. Can I ask why? Did he do something?" "No ma'am. His friend Bobby Lassiter was beat up after school yesterday. Fortunately there's a video of it. I was hoping he may be able to help us identify the culprit." "Oh, my God. Is Bobby going to be OK?" "I don't know ma'am. He's at St. Vincent's, I'm sure he's getting the best of care." "Oh, OK... Virgil, can you come down for a minute?" "On my way... Um, hello officer." "Hello son. Let me say first, you're not in trouble. That's always the first reaction with a teen-officer interaction. It's about a friend of yours." "Bobby? Getting beat up?" "You know. Yes. Fortunately the altercation was caught on video. I'd like you to take a look at it and see if you know who the other boy is. Can we sit down somewhere?" "Yes, let's go into the living room." "Thanks Mrs. Caine." "I do have to warn you Virgil, it is pretty graphic. It will probably upset you, but if we want to punish him, we'll need some help. Are you up to it?" "Yeah, I guess I'll be fine. I want to help if I can." "OK, take a look." Bobby comes riding into view and he gets knocked off his bike by a much bigger boy. The boy looks around before he starts punching Bobby in and around the face and chest. As he walks away, he stomps on Bobby's leg. "Fucking Davey Aranson." "You know who he is?" "Yeah. Davey Aranson. He's one of Willie LeDeuce's gang mom. Oh, and sorry about the language. Scott figured at lunch that Willie had something to do with it when Art told us. One, um, his dad works at the hospital." "That's OK Virgil, it's not surprising considering the circumstances." "What makes you think this Willie is involved too?" "Davey wouldn't do anything on his own, but if Willie asks him to do something, he's happy to. It's never been anything as bad as this though." "And just to be sure, it's definitely this Davey Aranson?" "Yeah. I recognize him, plus he's always wearing Florida Marlin shirts. Always. He's the only kid I know that does that." "OK. Thank you for your help. We'll go have a talk with him. Perhaps with his friend Willie too." "Thank you officer Rose. Goodbye." "Bye." "Mom, I tried to get hold of Sam all last night. This is why. If he's still not home, can we go to the hospital?" "Of course. Let me just leave a note for your father. He'll probably be home in a little while." At the hospital "Hello, can you tell me what room Bobby, um, Robert Lassiter is in?" "Yes ma'am... He's in 301, ICU. Are you family?" "No. Friends of the family." "Then you'll have to see the nurses on the third floor. I don't believe you'll be able to get in to see him." "That'll be OK. We're expecting his family is here, we can talk to them." "OK. Those elevators right over there. Third floor." "Thank you." They make their way up to the third floor, Steven and Sam are in the waiting room outside ICU. "Sam!!!" (Sadly) "Hi Virgil." "I'm so sorry Davey did this to Bobby. Is he going to be OK?" "Davey?" "Yeah, a cop came by the house after school. He had a video of the whole thing. It was awful. But it was definitely Davey." "That's awesome you know who it is. Thanks Virgil." "You're welcome Steven. I'm happy to be able to help, but I'll probably have nightmares about it. Davey really did a number on him. I hope they send him and Willie away forever." "Willie? The douche was there too?" "No Sam. But you gotta know he was behind it somehow. Davey's too stupid to plan anything like this on his own." Sam comes over and gives me a huge hug and starts crying. I just hold him. What else would I do? The Aranson's Ding dong "Oh, hello officer, what can I do for you?" "Hello Mrs. Aranson. Is your son Davey here?" "Yes. What's this about?" "Call your son please and then we'll discuss it." "Davey. Can you come down here?" Davey comes down the stairs, wearing an incriminating Florida Marlins t-shirt. "Yeah, who was at the door? (under his breath) Oh shit." "Officer Rose here wants to talk to you. I don't know why yet." "I think your son knows why. Davey, you have the right to remain silent..." "What's this about?" Officer Rose ignores her question and completes reading Davey his Miranda rights. "You need to follow me down to the station Mrs. Aranson. Your son beat up another boy pretty badly yesterday. Being a minor, we can't question him without a parent or guardian present. Come on son." "I'll call his father then I'll be right there. Don't say anything Davey." Sam (The next day) Thankfully Bobby's stable. They moved him to a regular room so we were all able to go see him. He's still unconscious, but the doctor wants to keep him like that for another day or so to keep him from moving around too much. In case of potential swelling of the brain. He doesn't expect that to happen. I guess the broken ribs and leg would be pretty painful if he was awake, so it's probably better he stays asleep. He looked so small and helpless though. Mom just gave Steven some money so we can go home and order some dinner. Grandma will probably be moving in next week so she isn't at the house yet. "Mom, can Virgil come over for a while, if it's OK with his mom?" "Yes honey. I think it's a good idea for you to have a friend with you for a while." On the way to the Lassiter's "Steven, can I borrow your phone? I want to call Virgil to see if he'll come over." "Sure thing kid." Virgil Sam called to ask me to come over. I ask mom if it's OK. "Yes, that'll be fine. Virgil, you can't stay too long though. You have your party tomorrow, so we have to finish getting everything ready." "No. Cancel the party. I'm not going to have a party while Bobby's in the hospital. I'm sure Sam isn't in any mood for it either." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "OK. I can call the other boys. But your cousin Marcus is still going to be coming into town. It's a little late for them to cancel. You'll have to figure out how to share your time." "Oh yeah. OK. But thanks for understanding." Sam Virgil arrives a little after Steven and I get home. "Sam, you going to be OK with just you and Virgil here for a while? I need to go to the gym and take out some frustrations. Hopefully I can find a sparring partner." "Yeah, we'll be fine." "I'll be back in a couple hours, then we'll go grab some food." "So Bobby's going to be OK?" "Yeah, the doctor thinks so. They'll probably wake him up tomorrow. Oh, geez. I don't think I'm going to be able to come to your party tomorrow." "No worries, I asked mom to cancel it. I want to be with you. I'll have to spend some time at home because my cousin's going to be coming over. It's too late for them to cancel their trip." "You don't have to cancel it because of me." "No, I want to. I wouldn't want to, or be able to, have any fun right now anyway." "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault. Don't worry about it. I just hope Davey and Willie pay dearly for this. Neither one of them was in school today. I'm hoping the cops picked them up already." "I'm hoping they tried running away and got hit by a bus." "Ha, yeah, I get that. They'd deserve it." "Can we just sit quietly together, maybe listen to some music and kiss some?" "Anything you want." Later, after Virgil has gone home. "Steven, can I ask you something?" "Sure bro. What's up?" "Well, you know Virgil and I are boyfriends now?" "Yeah?" "And you've probably figured out that we've, um, done some stuff together." "Yeah, I know you got caught a couple times, but I doubt that would have stopped you." "Yeah. Well, so far all we've done is jerking, humping and sucking. But, um. Virgil's been so great with all the shit that's happened to me and I want to get really closer with him. If you get what I mean?" "Yeah, I think I do. And..." "Um, well. Would it be OK for me to talk with your gay friend about, um, having sex? I wouldn't know how to really go about it, but I really want to with Virgil." "Wow. Um, it's cool you trust me enough to talk about this. I'll have to ask him about it. Like I said before, he's not out and is really uptight about who knows." "You can tell him I'll never say anything to anybody. But I really want to do this and need help." "OK bro. I'll ask him and let you know." Next Up - "Juvie and a New Experience For Sam" Author's Note This was a nasty turn of events. We just have to hope Bobby will be OK. Once again a homophobe gets himself into trouble. Surprising huh? No, not really, high intelligence doesn't merge well with that. But it does look like some good will come out of this. If Sam gets to talk to Steven's gay friend, that is. 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