Date: Sun, 7 May 2023 17:19:07 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look But Don't Look, Look - Chapter 14 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 13 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 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. 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." CHAPTER 14 - Reconciliation and Loose Ends The boys go back to school and another school-week passes without much excitement. But the weekend arrives with Sam having a sleepover at Virgil's Friday night. We turn into voyeurs once again to watch the goings on. Sam/Virgil "I'm glad your mom let me come over for a sleepover tonight. It's been a while since we did this." "Yeah, not since the last sleepout of the summer did we sleep together. Plenty of other times we 'got together' though, he he." "Yeah. So Virge, do you think maybe tonight can be the night?" "Did you bring everything?" "Yep, right here in my backpack." "I'm still kind of nervous, but yeah, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Sam has dinner with the Caines. "It's been a while since we've had the pleasure of your presence overnight Sam. I figured once you and Virgil became boyfriends it would happen a lot." "Yeah, life's been kind of crazy lately Mr. C. But I'm here now to give your family the pleasure of my company." "Ha ha. Well, we're glad for it. We're also glad that your life has settled down some. Bobby's still improving I take it?" "Yes. He'll still have the cast on his leg for a while, but the ribs don't bother him as much and he seems happier most of the time. He's even going back to school on Monday. Lassiter life begins to return to normal." "So Monday's a big day then?" "Yeah, it's a pretty big deal after missing a couple weeks of school." "Yes, but that's not what I meant." "Huh?" "What, or excuse me would be a better response, but we'll let it slide. No, your dad's trial starts Monday too." "Oh, him. Sorry, I've found it easier to just try to forget about him." "I guess I understand. Not so subtly changing the subject, more dessert?" "Yes, please." After dinner Sam and Virgil join Virgil's parents watching a movie. When the movie is over... "OK mom, dad, we're going to head up and take our showers and settle in my room for a while before sleep. Have a good night." Goodnights all around. Roger/Linda "It's good to see Sam in a good mood. He's had a rough couple of months." "Yes Roger. Although I do get to see him more than you, my second home isn't at the firehouse." "Hey, I don't stay there any longer than I have to." "I love busting your chops. But he does seem a lot happier when he's here with Virgil." "Ah, young love." "Well, since the boys are retiring early, how about we engage in some early-middle-aged love?" "An excellent idea my dear. Excellent." Sam/Virgil "You think we can get away with taking a shower together Virgil?" "I don't see why not. I think mom and dad just turned everything off downstairs. They have their own bathroom, so have no reason to come to this end of the house." "Let's go." We head to the bathroom, strip and start the shower. When it gets to the right temperature we step in, close the shower door and turn Italian. Roman hands. We decide to wash each other. All over. Inside and out. The water starts to get cold so we end the shower to move on to the next level of fun. "I'll bring a couple towels to put on the bed, so the lube doesn't get all over the place." "Good thinking. I know Steven's friend said we should use condoms the first few times. But I'd really like to feel you inside me and have your cum in me a way other than swallowing it." "OK. Yeah, really feeling each other sounds nicer." They retire to Virgil's room, lock the door, make sure it's closed completely, and lie down on his bed, making out. "God, you're so hard Virgil. Let's start with the lube." Sam lubes Virgil's dick, then Virgil lubes a finger and slides it slowly into Sam's ass. "Yeah, go slow. We're not used to this." "Slow and steady wins the race." After a minute, Virgil slides another finger in. "Mmmmm, that feels so good." After a while Virgil has three fingers inside Sam. "I think you're stretched enough." "OK, let me get on my back." Sam lies on his back and pulls his legs up toward his shoulders. Virgil places the head of his penis up against Sam's anus and begins to push. After a moment, he's inside his friend for the first time. "Ahhh. Stay like that for a bit, let me get used to you being inside me." While Virgil is struggling to not forge ahead, he doesn't want to hurt Sam so he keeps himself from pushing. "OK, go in a little more... Ahhhh" "That hurt?" "A little, it's OK. I was told there would be a little pain at first. Keep going, slow." After a short while, Virgil is completely inside Sam. "OK, it's all the way in. God it feels so wonderful." "Yeah, it's starting to feel better for me too. Go ahead and pull partway out, then push it back in... Again... Keep doing that. Yes!!!" Virgil complies and after a minute or so... "Oh, yes. Go faster. Please!!" As Virgil speeds up, he reaches the point of no return. "Ahhh, ahhh, I'mmmmmm cummmmminggggg." "Yes, give me your cum!" Virgil collapses on top of Sam, still inside him, but leans in for a kiss. "That was so awesome. I love you Sam." "Yes, it was. I love you too Virgil." "Let's rest for a little while, then you can make love to me." "Sounds great." After a short while, they repeat the process, swapping roles. By this time, both boys are exhausted. "Wow. I don't know why I was hesitant Sam, that was, awesome isn't enough. It was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. But I'm wiped. I love you. Goodnight." "I love you too Virgil. Goodnight." They snuggle together on Virgil's bed and fall asleep almost instantly. They don't even notice the cum leaking out of each of their asses. The next morning "Mmmm. Good morning Sam." "Good morning Virgil. I would have thought last night was a dream, but I'm all sticky. We should go hit the shower." "Yeah, it was so perfect, it seems like it would almost have had to be a dream, but the evidence is all over us and my bed. A shower sounds good." They move to the shower and teenage hormones kick in again. They wash each other, but as they're washing the other's dicks, blowjobs ensue. "OK, we should get out of the shower now. I'm turning into a prune." "Yeah. We also gotta clean up my bed. I think we'll use the condoms for a while until we get used to things." "So you want to do it again?" "Shit yeah. Not now of course, we need to get dressed and make an appearance with the 'rents. Well, mom. Dad's probably gone. I hope I can sneak my sheets into the washer without getting noticed." They get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast, Virgil carrying his much soiled sheets. He fortunately gets to the laundry room unnoticed and starts the washer. "Good morning mom. Dad at work already?" "Already? It's 10:20. He's been up and gone for almost three hours." "Oops. I guess we were tired." "I guess so. Obviously slept well, getting up so late." "Yeah, we did." "Well, you know where the cereal is, Eggos in the freezer if you want those. Help yourselves. My shift as cook ended at 10." "Ha ha. Yeah, we're good. Thanks." Art had asked all the guys if they could come over and hang out at his house this afternoon. Both dads were going to be home and they wanted to finally meet Art's new friends. They got on their bikes and headed that way. Catching up with most of the others at the last corner. Bobby got driven over by his grandmother so he was already there. Art "Thanks for you all coming over guys. My dads are in the game room, let's head in there now that everybody's here." "Sounds good." Once they reach the game room, which was equipped with a pool table, ping-pong, a number of large screen TVs with connected game consoles, and more. "Wow. This is awesome." One of Art's dad's responds: "We like it. Thanks." Art then makes introductions, although it's pretty obvious which one is Bobby. Dad Lamonica tells Bobby: "So Bobby, we actually have already met before. Or at least I met you. I took the x-rays when you arrived at the hospital." "Wow. It's nice to meet you officially. Thanks for taking care of me." "Nice to meet you too, and you're quite welcome." "And Mr. Stevenson, you're the one that sent Willie and Davey away. I really have to thank you for that." "Yeah, we all do. Willie was a pain in all of our as, um, necks." "Ha ha. Yes, I could see how he and even they would be. But to be honest, they pretty much sent themselves away, I just handled the paperwork. Between the video of the crime and Davey implicating Willie, my job was pretty easy. Monday's work will be quite a bit different." Bobby beats everybody to the punch, but most agree in wondering, except Sam and Virgil, having been reminded by Virgil's dad last night at dinner. "Monday??" "Yes Bobby. Your dad's trial starts Monday morning." "Oh. Feel free to send that butthead away forever." Everybody laughs at Bobby referring to his dad as the butthead. He's done that pretty much every time he's mentioned him since the night Mr. L screwed up their lives. "Well, us old men will let you boys enjoy the games for a while. Arturo, we'll be sending out for the pizza around 4, I have a 6 to 6 shift tonight. Comportati bene Arturo. (Behave Arturo)" "I will, we'll be ready then..." "Art, I never asked, and if you don't want to answer, I'll understand." "What is it Scott?" "You have the same last name as one of your dads and he talks Italian to you. Is he like, gee, this sounds stupid, but, your real dad?" "It's not stupid. Yes he is. He and my other dad wanted a family but obviously couldn't exactly start their own. They hired a surrogate, but he's my natural dad, so they put his last name on my birth certificate. He was born in Italy, so he taught me Italian." "So, sorry if this comes out wrong, you never knew your mother?" "Nope. Never met her. Dads figured since she wasn't planning to be part of my life, why complicate things by forcing her into my life. It's all I've ever known, so it's cool." "Yeah, pretty neat. Makes you kind of unique." "It sure does." All the game possibilities kept the boys busy the rest of the afternoon until Mr. Lamonica called them for dinner. The boys all thanked Art's dads for dinner and the opportunity to play all their games. Bobby called home to get a ride and the rest of the boys biked home shortly after dinner. Early October Pennsylvania evenings can get quite chilly, plus it would start to get dark soon. But everybody had a good time. Even if they did keep their clothes on all the time. Monday We'll check in on the trial, but some interesting conversation happens at and after lunch. Art "Do any of you guys know Seth Milton?" "Not sure. Name sounds vaguely familiar but I can't place him." "Same." "Same." "Same here." "Well, he has gym the same time we do Virgil, but he's in 7th grade. I was wondering if any of you knew him and thought, um, maybe he was gay." "Potential boyfriend material Art?" "I don't know Virgil. Maybe. I get these hints from him, but they could just be him being nice. I don't know him well enough to just ask him right out. Shit, I wouldn't have asked you guys either if you hadn't told me first." "I know a couple 7th graders, not real well, but well enough to ask if they know him. Hey, I could ask about him and someone could say 'that fag.' You never know." "Um, funny not. But thanks Virgil. Any other ideas guys?" "You could get into a conversation with him, tell him you've got this totally awesome game room, would he like to come see it some time. If he says yes, you can hang out with him some." "That's a good idea Scott. Then maybe if after I hang out with him a while I can invite him to each lunch with us?" "He has lunch now too? Where is he?" "Don't look around like that. I don't want you to embarrass me. But, yeah. I saw him after I got my food. Don't all look at once, but he's the redhead at the table closest to the tray drop." "Sam, you're already partially facing that way. Take a look." "OK, yeah, I've seen him around, but that's it. You could definitely do a lot worse Art. He's pretty cute. And he's eating alone." "Hey, look at Art's new shade of red!" "I should have kept my mouth shut." "Awww, come on. If your friends can't goof on you, who can?" "I guess. I don't have to like it Virgil." "Hey, I'm sorry. But seriously, I'll ask around a bit, see what anybody knows. And no, I won't mention you." "Is your gym locker anywhere near his? Maybe you can strike up a conversation while you're changing." "It is, but gee, that's not too awkward Sam." "I just remembered, Becky's sister is in 7th grade. I can ask her if she knows him the next time I'm over her house." "OK, I guess. Whatever you guys do, don't make it sound like I have a crush on him or anything." Art - 6th period gym "OK guys. Let's line you all up by size, 7th and 8th graders together. We'll split you up into teams for basketball, but I don't want all the tall kids on one team. So line up along the sideline here, shortest on the left. You don't need to be perfect, just get in approximately the right order, otherwise we'll end the period without even getting teamed up." "I hate basketball. It s-sucks being the shortest k-kid in 8th grade. And l-lucky you, you're p-probably the shortest in 7th I guess." "Yeah, Seth Milton. You're Art right?" "Yeah, Art Lamonica." "Yeah, I see you with the same guys for lunch every day." "Yeah, they m-made friends with me the f-first day..." "OK, count off by six, starting with you Milton." The boys all count off by 6. Team 1, Seth's team, played Art's team, team 2. Having 30 boys in both gym classes, playing 3 on 3 half court, Seth and Art needless to say didn't start playing right away, so they sat together and continued talking. "It's pretty cool you made a bunch of friends on your first day. This is my 3rd year in Brumfeld and I still don't think I have three good friends." "Well, add one to the list. I have a pretty cool gameroom at my house. Maybe you want to come over sometime and play?" "Really?" "Sure, why not?" "Um, most guys don't like me because I'm so small." "Who am I? Boban Marjanovic?" "Who?" "We're playing basketball. Well, sort of. He's the tallest NBA player." "Oh. Yeah, you and me are giants." "Yeah, but look at those doofuses out there. They're giants but probably mental midgets. We're mental giants. That's way better." "I think I'm going to like hanging with you Art, you're funny." "You think I'm funny, come to our table for lunch tomorrow, you'll really laugh with Virgil. Well, maybe laugh AT Virgil, he he." "Um. With that big guy too?" "That's Scott. He's really nice. You've heard of Willie LeDeuce, right?" "Yeah. I'm glad he's gone. I kind of wondered where he went, but then I realized I didn't care as long as he stays gone." "Well, first day of school, Willie was picking on Sam, the third guy at our table. Scott did something to him, he won't tell us what, Willie left us all alone until he messed up and got Davey Aranson to beat up Sam's little brother. They both got sent to juvie." "No wonder they called him the douche. If you say he's cool, OK, I'll join you guys." "Great." "Milton, Lamonica, break up the chat-fest, get out there and play." After school, Art calls the rest of the guys and calls off their investigations, having already gotten his friendship with Seth started. Next up - "State vs. Lassiter and New Friends" Author's Note 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. 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