Date: Thu, 4 May 2023 10:27:36 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look But Don't Look, Look - Chapter 13 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 - 14 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 12 Sam 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." CHAPTER 13 - Juvie and a New Experience For Sam Art - With Dad #2 - Winston Stevenson "Hi dad. How was work?" "Stressful. I had to deal with assault charges on two kids today." "Was this about Bobby Lassiter?" "Oh, right. I forgot you know his brother. Yes." "Davey Aranson and Willie LeDeuce?" "Right again." "They going to jail for a long time?" "Well, unfortunately at 13 and 14 they're a little young for traditional jail. But they are going away to juvenile hall for a while. At least until they're 18. At that point their case will be reviewed to determine if they should be transferred to 'real jail.'" "I'm glad. What they did to Bobby was rotten." "Indeed it was." Art - Tuesday at school lunch "Hey guys." A chorus of 'Hi Arts' follows. "So I asked my other dad, he works for the District Attorney's office..." "I guess you gotta be good all the time or he'll send you to jail, huh?" "Yeah Virgil. Anyway, he had Davey and Willie's cases yesterday." "They getting the death penalty, I hope?" "Sorry Sam, no. But they're going away to juvie until they're 18 and may even go to real jail after that." High fives all around. "Yeah, I'm sorry it had to be Bobby, but the whole school won't have to worry about them anymore." "Thanks Art." "How is Bobby doing anyway? He coming home soon?" "He's getting better. The ribs and leg will just take time to heal. The pounding he took on his head though, he's coming back from that really slow. It's mostly fear I hope. I bet he'll be happy to know those two assholes won't be around to bother him anymore. Can we talk about something else though? It always bums me out thinking about it." "Sure. So how's your love life Scott?" "Funny Virgil. I've only been out with Becky the one time, but I think we're going to get along great. I did get to kiss her goodnight on Saturday, I guess that's something." "Wooo hooo!!" "OK guys, can it. I don't ask about your love lives." "I wish I had one." "You'll find someone Art. I'm keeping my ears open for any prospects for you." "Thanks Virgil. I think." Steven (After school) Ding dong. "Hey Steven, what's up?" "Same old, same old. Is Pete here?" "Yeah, come on in. I think he's watching TV." "Thanks..." "Hey Pete." "Yo Steven. What's happening?" "Can we go to your room? I need to talk to you in private." "Sounds serious. Come on... So what's on your mind?" "Um, this is a little uncomfortable, so bear with me." "No prob. Take your time." "Well, you know my brother Sam is gay right?" "Yeah..." "He wants to ask you for advice about, um, gay sex." "You didn't tell him about me, did you?" "No no no. All he knows is I have a gay friend. He asked if my gay friend could talk to him about sex. Apparently he wants to take the big step with Virgil and he's pretty confused about it." "Hmmm. I don't know. Do you think I can trust him not to tell anybody?" "Yeah, I'm sure you can. I think it was pretty difficult for him to talk to me about it. I doubt he'd make any noise." "Well, you've stuck with me and let me use you as a crying post at times. I guess I can help him out. I think it would be a little curious to the sibs if he came over here to talk to me though. I can come over to yours tomorrow after school if he wants." "Perfect. Mom has a little later shift, so she won't be home until 7 or so. You guys'll have all the privacy you need. I'll let him know. Thanks Pete." "Yeah, hopefully I'll be able to say 'you're welcome' afterward." "He'll be cool. I'll see you tomorrow then." Steven - back at home "Hey Sam." "Hi Steven." "So I spoke with my friend. He's willing to come over tomorrow and talk with you. But you gotta promise not to tell anyone about him." "Yeah, of course. I know what it's like when people find out you're gay. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Except maybe Davey and Willie. Oh, Art's dad other works for the DA, they're going away to juvie until they're 18." "That's good to hear, although I'd wish a lot worse for them for what they did to Bobby. At least he won't ever have to worry about them again." "Yeah, I think he'll be happy to hear that next time we go see him. Maybe tomorrow after your friend leaves you can take me?" "I think that's doable. Um, does Virgil know what you're planning?" "Hell no. I want to have some idea of what to do before I bring it up with him." "No pun intended I suppose?" "Huh?" "Bring it up?" "You dickhead." Sam - After school the next day "OK bro. Pete's here." "Peter perfect? Scott's brother?" "Yeah, but I wouldn't go calling him that if you want his advice." "Yeah, I know." Ding dong "Hi Pete, come on in... You know Sam, of course." "Ha ha. Yeah I've seen him around a bit. How you doing Sam?" "I'm OK. Nervous." "Don't be. It's all cool. Steven told you that you can't tell anyone about me though, right?" "Yes, and I won't say anything. Even if Virgil asks where I, um, learned how, I'll just tell him I can't say." "Good, I appreciate you understanding. So where should we talk?" "Um..." "I'm going to head to the gym to give you guys some privacy. Sam, get Pete something to drink then maybe head down into the TV room." "Thanks Steven." "It's cool bro." After getting us some drinks, we head down to the TV room. "So did Steven tell you what I wanted to talk about?" "Yes. He basically said you want to take your relationship with Virgil up a notch. Are you sure you want to do that? You're still kind of young." "I know, but you know how shitty things have been for me for a while now. Then with what happened to Bobby. Well, Virgil's really been there for me. I know I love him and I want, well, I want him to make love to me. If he'll do it of course." "OK, so I'm going to guess you're not going to mind me asking you what you've done with him so far?" "No, that's OK. Just jerking, humping, and sucking so far." "Um, do you guys cum yet?" "Yes." "When you suck each other, do you swallow, or spit?" "We both swallow." "OK, I guess you're ready for the next step, as far as what you've already done. I brought a couple things over for you. Here's a tube of lube. You're going to need it. What you guys have to do is, get your ass ready to take him in. He can't just shove it in if you don't want to be howling in pain. Although no matter what, there will likely be at least a little pain at first. But that should give way to pleasure. He'll need to put some lube on his fingers and put them in your ass, starting with one and slowly add another finger until he's stretched you out enough that his dick will fit easier. Got it?" "Yes, we have fingered each other's butts a little but really only just fingertips." "OK, well, start like you have been and just keep going slowly until you both think you're ready. Then it'll probably be best if you lie on your back and pull your legs up so it's easier for him to get in you. When he starts, go slow. Have him put just the head in until you get comfortable with it. It will probably hurt a little, but as he pushes in further, slowly, it'll start feeling better. Again, slow is the way to go. Got it?" "Yes." "Then after he's all the way in, he can start moving in and out. Again, start slow and he can speed up as you get more comfortable with it. Also for your first time, or first few times, it's better if he uses a condom. Your ass doesn't swallow, so it can get messy. Oh yeah, make sure you're clean back there. Give yourself a good cleaning, getting a soapy finger inside." "OK, so he doesn't get shit all over his dick right?" "Yeah, well initially it would get on the condom, but it's good practice. At some point, you're going to want to go bareback I'm sure - no condom - so it'll be more important then. At that point, the lube goes on his dick too." "OK, is that it then?" "One more thing, here are a few condoms. I picked up a couple different sizes, not knowing how big he was. Stick out a couple fingers and I'll show you how to put one on." Pete demonstrates putting a condom on using a couple of my fingers. I guess I'm ready to go now. "Thanks Pete. Again, your secret's safe with me. I really appreciate you helping me." "No sweat. Like I told your brother, he was there for me when I was struggling with being gay, so I figured helping you out kind of pays him back in a way." "Can I ask you something else? I guess you don't have to answer it if you don't want to." "With that in mind, go ahead." "Do you, um, like being, I guess it's called the bottom, or top better?" "Well, everybody's different. What I like better may not be what you, or Virgil will like better. You have to figure that out for yourselves. I know I didn't exactly answer your question, but I think you got what you were really looking for." "Yeah. I guess so. Thanks a lot, see you later then." "Bye kid." All So a couple more days pass. Bobby's doctors are comfortable with his progress so they release him. He's coming home, but his mental state still isn't where it should be. Sam has told him that the guy who beat him up isn't around anymore, but Bobby's still fearful. He'll be going to therapy after he's home. It will probably take a while before he's the happy little boy he was before Davey beat him. He's already learned how to get around on his crutches pretty well, but the depression keeps him from doing a lot of things he used to. Tim comes over for a visit. Tim "I'm so glad you're home Bobby. It really stinks what that guy Davey did to you. How are you feeling?" "I'm OK. Unhappy a lot. I just can't seem to understand that I'm not in any danger anymore. I'll be going to therapy, hopefully that will help." "Yeah, you sound kind of sad. If there's anything I can do to help cheer you up, just say the word." "Thanks. I'll let you know if I think of anything." Wow, it's really going to stink not being able to mess around with Bobby any more. Or at least until he's happier. I'll live, getting him back to normal is more important than fooling around. "I guess it's a good thing your grandma has moved in. You won't have to be alone when your mom goes to work and the rest of us are in school. Any idea when you might be going back?" "No. But thanks for offering to bring my work home so I don't fall too far behind. A week plus in the hospital, missing everything makes it hard to catch up." "You're welcome. Your mom said your teachers will give you as much time as you need to catch up. Just do a little extra every day and you'll be caught up in no time. There's still a lot of the school year left. You want to play video games or anything?" "Not right now. Um, Sam and Steven aren't home, and it's really embarrassing when mom or grandma help. Would you be OK helping me in the bathroom? It's kind of hard to get around in there with my leg." "Sure, just tell me what you need me to do, I'll be happy to help." "Yeah, I figured you would, he he. Horndog." "Yeah, I'll help that way too any time you want!!" I help Bobby get turned around in the bathroom, pull his pants down for him and support him while he sits down. "Um, are you going number two? Will you need me to wipe?" I really don't want to, but I will if I have to I guess. "No. just peeing right now. But if I did need to shit, I can wipe myself. I'd just need help getting back up and getting my pants back up. I'm not real good at balancing with these crutches yet. Takes me a while to get my pants back on alone." "K. Just tell me what you need, when you need it. I can step out if you want." "Tim, I don't think it's a big deal if you see me piss. Besides, we've peed together plenty of times. You can stay." "Yeah, I guess you're right." Bobby finishes peeing then surprises me. "You can help shake it if you want." "OK. I was afraid you'd never want to do any touching or anything anymore." "Well, I don't think I'm ready for jerking or sucking. A little shake won't hurt me though!" I shake Bobby's dick for him a little, help him stand and pull his pants up. I'm tempted to give his dick a little kiss when I'm grabbing is undies, so I go ahead. "Thanks Tim. You're a good friend. And that was nice." Sam Grandma was home with Bobby, so I decided to go see Virgil. I'm a little nervous because I'm hoping today's the day. He's home alone and we can take our time doing it. I just hope he's willing. I think I can wait if he's not, but I really don't want to. "So how's Bobby getting along now that he's home?" "He's still sad most of the time, but otherwise he's doing good. He looks funny on his crutches though. I shouldn't laugh, but sometimes it's just funny." "Well, I guess it is hard when one leg isn't a lot of help." "Yeah. Um, can we go to your room? I know nobody's here but I want to talk in private." "Yeah, OK. This sounds scary. Are we good?" "Oh, yeah. I don't know, I'm just nervous about something." "OK, well, let's go on up..." "Um. I don't know how I want to say this, even though I've practiced it in my head a dozen times, but be patient and let me get it out, OK?" "Yeah, but you're worrying me." "No, it's nothing bad. I hope. Anyway. Here goes. You obviously know that things have been pretty shitty in my life for the last couple months or so. And I really appreciate all you've done to help me, well, stay sane." "You know I'm happy to do it." "Yeah, I know. I have something I want to ask you to do for me. I'm not sure you'll want to do it, and I hope I'll understand if you say no. But it's something I really want, maybe even need you to do." "OK. You know I will if I can." "Well, maybe. Um. Wow, tougher than I thought. I want you to, to, um. I want you to make love to me." I stop and hold my breath, not knowing whether or not Virgil will be OK with this, or if he even wants to. It seems like hours, but really only seconds before he responds. "You mean, like real sex, not just oral sex?" "Yes." "Um. Yeah Sam, I think I'd like to. But, um. I really wouldn't know what to do. I mean I have a general idea, but exactly how..." "I assumed that would be the case. I can't say who, but Steven has a gay friend and I asked him, um, well, how it works." (A little bit angry.) "You talked about us having sex, real sex, with someone else?" "Yeah, don't be mad. I just want to do this with you and I wanted to make sure it would be everything I hoped it would be, rather than us struggling to figure it out and it not being good." "OK. I get that. Are you sure this friend won't say anything to anybody? Wait, Steven's friend? Does Steven know you want to do this too?" Shit, this is not going how I hoped it would. Virgil's not ready for this and he's not happy about me reaching out. "Um. Yes. But they're both really cool about it. His friend won't say anything because not a lot of people know he's gay yet. So there's no way he'd say to anybody 'I helped Sam learn about gay sex so he and Virgil could do it.' Steven's always been cool with us being gay, so he's not a problem either." "Wow. I mean, yeah, I figured we'd get to this point sometime. I'm just, just not sure I'm ready. When would you want to do it?" I'm sure I'll scare him off completely if I say 'right now.' I guess I have to give him some time. "Well. While I'm ready now, but I understand if you need some time to get used to the idea. So, really, whenever you're ready I guess." "Wow. This is kinda sudden. I gotta think about this. I will say, I guess I wanted to do this with you at some point, so I'm not saying no. Just, I need to figure this out. Don't we need, you know. Like supplies?" "Yeah. Pe, um, Steven's friend gave me some lube and some condoms. So that's taken care of when we're ready." Shit. I hope he didn't catch on to my slip. Peter will kill me if he finds out. "Yeah, OK. Um, can you, maybe go downstairs and get us a couple drinks, but give me a few minutes alone?" "Sure. Just call when you want me to come back up. Or come down, depending on what you want to do." "K. I just need a few minutes to digest all this." I head downstairs and go sit in the kitchen. I pour myself a soda and just wait, with absolutely no confidence this is going to happen today. Maybe even ever. Virgil Oh man. Sam wants me to make love to him. I get it and the reasons why. But shit. Am I really ready for this? Hell, Sam thinks he is and I'm almost a whole year older than he is. But, it's so sudden. I gotta think his self-confidence is shot with all the shit that's been going on with him. Will he be crushed if I say no? Even if it's just 'not now?' And what if one of us doesn't like it? Does that mean we'll stop doing anything? Damn, and what about Steven and this other guy knowing? Am I cool with that? Guess it's too late anyway. Oh fuck, I just don't know what to do. That probably means I'm not ready. I just hope Sam's not mad, upset, whatever if I say no. Arrrrggghhh. What to do? OK, I kept him waiting long enough. I guess he'll figure out my answer when I go downstairs, but I don't want to give him false hope if I say come on back up. Well, here goes nothing. Literally. Sam Shit. Virgil's coming down. Pretty sure that means no. No not at all, or no, not now. OK Sam, steel yourself for whatever his answer is. Good, bad, or horrible. "Hey Sam." "Hi Virgil. I'm guessing it's a no since you came downstairs?" "Don't be mad Sam. I'm really just not sure I'm ready for this. I'm not going to say it's a hard no, just that I don't feel the time is right. For me. I know it's something you really want to do. I'm just not so sure." "I'm not mad. Disappointed I guess. I can sort of understand. I kind of sprung this on you from out of the blue. I've had a lot more time to think about this. I get that you wouldn't be ready right away. I guess I'll just go home now." "You don't have to leave!" "Yeah, I do. I'll just bum you out if I stay." "Sam, wait!" "No. I'll see you later Virgil. I'll call you later I guess. Bye." I leave, completely dejected. Not knowing where we can go from here. I take probably what is my longest ride back to my house from Virgil's ever. Bobby Tim and I are playing a video game when I hear Sam come in. I wonder what's up, he wasn't at Virgil's very long. He walks into the TV room. Damn he looks sad. "Hi Sam. What's wrong?" "Nothing you need to worry about." "Something happen with Virgil?" "I SAID DON'T WORRY!" Sam starts crying and runs off to his room. "Wow Bobby, Sam hasn't been that upset since the shit with your father. I hope he's OK." "He's definitely not OK. I'm going to go see if I can talk to him. Stay here, I'll be back." "OK." Knock knock "Sam?" "Sam? Are you going to be OK?" "Sam?" He's not answering me but I know he's in there because I can hear him crying. "You can talk to me if you need to you know. It's just me. Tim's still downstairs." Nothing. Back to the TV room I guess. "He OK?" "I don't know. He wouldn't answer me." "Maybe you should call Virgil? See what he knows?" "Yeah good idea." Ring ring. "Sam!! You didn't need to leave." "Hi Virgil. It's Bobby." "Oh, hi Bobby. I saw your number and thought it was Sam." "Yeah, I figured. He came home all sad. I asked him what was wrong and he yelled at me. What happened?" "Um. I'm not sure you'd understand, and nothing personal, but I'm not sure I want to tell you." "No wonder Sam said don't worry about it. But I want to help if I can. He went to his room crying. I tried to talk to him but he wouldn't answer me. I don't know what to do." "I think you just need to let him be alone for a while." "Did you guys have a fight?" "No. Not exactly. Just a difference of opinion about something." "It must have been something big for him to be so upset he yelled at me." "Yeah, I guess it was. Just give him some time. Um. Is Steven home?" "No. Why?" "I just want to ask him something, can you ask him to call me when he gets home?" "Sure. Bye." Virgil I really screwed up this time. I had no idea how hard Sam was going to take it. I didn't really say no, but it's almost like I told him I didn't want to be with him ever again. Do I just give in and do what he wants me to? I mean it wouldn't be awful. I love Sam and that's just one more way of expressing that love. That's it. That's how I fix this. I hope he'll talk to me when I get over there. I lock up, hop on my bike and head over to Sam's. Ding dong. "Hi Grandma. I need to talk to Sam." "Hi Virgil. I thought he was already over at your house?" "No, we um, had a little disagreement and he left. I came over to apologize and hopefully straighten things out." "OK, come on in. I'm not sure where he is though." "Bobby told me he was in his room." "OK. Well, good luck. Let me know if there's anything I can do." "I will." Knock knock. "LEAVE ME ALONE BOBBY!" "It's not Bobby. Let me in please?" "Sam? Come on. I'm sorry. I thought about it some more. I want to do it." "Sam? Please?" He finally unlocks the door and I go in. He goes back to laying on his bed, still sniffling. But he won't look at me. I sit next to him, but when I touch his back, he shies away. "Sam. I'm really sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you so much by me not being ready. But I'm OK with it." "Oh, so you're just going to do it to make me feel better? No thanks." "No. I'm not doing it just to make you feel better. Although if that's a side effect, great. I realized that it was just another way for us to express our love to each other. It was stupid of me to not realize that right away. God, I love you so much. I was devastated when you walked out. I need you. I love you so much, I even hurt myself saying 'not yet.' Can you ever forgive me?" "You mean that? You're not just saying whatever you think will make me happy?" "Well, both. I mean it and I know it will make you, no, us, happy. Like I said before, it was just so sudden. I reacted badly. Please. Let me make love to you. And I want you to do the same to me too." "Really?" "Yes. It's time for us to share our love in that way." "OK. But, don't be mad. I'm not really ready right now." "I understand. I threw you a curve and knocked you on your ass. We both need a little time to recover. But I'll be ready whenever you are again." Sam sits up and hugs me tight. "Thank you Virgil. I love you. For now, just hold me?" "I love you too Sam. And gladly." Next up - "Reconciliation and Loose Ends" Author's Note For a moment there I thought it was over between the two lovers. But in the end things worked out. How long will it be until they're both on the same page though? 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. If you liked this, check out my other story on nifty: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-roommate-teaches-me LRW