Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2023 17:03:14 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look But Don't Look, look - Chapter 2 Look, But Don't Look, Look This story is an original work of gay fiction, none of the people or events are real, however the initial premise as indicated in the title was the inspiration. 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 Williams - 15 FROM CHAPTER 1 Scott I finally sneaked out of the tent. The little buggers wouldn't fall right asleep that quick. I could swear I heard some groans from the next tent. Whatever they were doing, I hope I didn't miss it completely. I move quietly over to their tent. There's a tiny gap between the flaps. Just enough that I can see in but unless they're looking right at it, probably can't see that I'm there. They're lying next to each other totally naked. What the fuck? Did they like fuck each other or something? As I'm watching they turn to face each other. Sam quietly mumbles something, but I can't make out what he said. Virgil nods and Sam leans in and kisses him. Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm watching two of my best friends turn into gay perverts right before my eyes. The chaste kiss turns into full-on making out. I don't know if I'm more turned on or disgusted watching this. Nope, little Scott isn't waking up, disgust wins. It's like a car accident or a train wreck. It's so awful, but I can't stop watching. Sam pulls back a little and mumbles something else. Virgil breaks out into this huge smile and starts to flip around. His head is in front of Sam's cock and vice versa. Oh my god, they're going to blow each other. They start in and are going at it hard when I lean in a little too far. "Oh, shiiiiit! I fell into the tent. CHAPTER 2 - The Aftermath Virgil Sam and I are just lying there for a few minutes when he turns to me and asks if he could kiss me. Could he? Hell yeah. I simply nod my head and Sam leans in and gives me a little kiss. I kiss him back and then hormones take over and we're tongue wrestling and trading spit. This is turning out to be the best night of my life. No way it can get better. Sam pulls away after like a 2 minute kiss and I'm thinking like 'no! don't stop.' I'm thinking it's over for now, but he whispers let's suck each other. I give him a questioning look and he tells me to flip so my face is by his dick and his face by mine. I smile because it turns out wow, this can get better. I'd never done anything like we're doing but I can't stop. I'm not sure how good I'm going to be at sucking dick, but man, oh man, am I going to try. We start slowly but like the kissing, there's no low gear and soon we're really sucking each other hard. Sam Mmmm, that was great, but I think I can make it better. I lean toward Virgil and ask if I can kiss him. I guess he's not real sure so he just nods and I move in and softly kiss his lips. It doesn't take long until we're French kissing like there's no tomorrow. After a couple minutes I pull back to catch my breath and I realize we're still naked. How could I forget? So I ask if he wants to suck each other. He looks at me like 'huh?' and I explain what a 69 is. He smiles big time and starts flipping around. I've dreamed about this moment a thousand times. I hope it's half as good as those dreams. It isn't long before we're really going at it and then I hear: "Oh, shiiiiit!" I look toward the tent opening and there's Scott tumbling in. Oh shit, oh fuck, he was watching us. Oh god, we're screwed, our lives are over. There's no way to explain away what we were doing. He's gotta think, hell, know, we're gay. He's made enough homophobic comments before to know he's not going to like this one bit. We used to laugh along with him. Nobody's laughing now. The dream has turned into a nightmare. Virgil What the hell? Oh god! Scott's been watching us and he's falling into the tent? Oh, we are soooo in trouble. He hates gays. He'll tell his parents what we were doing. They'll tell our parents and we'll be grounded until we're 40. Shit, we may have to live the rest of our lives in our rooms, never knowing what happened to the other. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!! Why the hell did I start this? It's all my fucking fault. I've ruined Sam's and my lives. I shift into damage control mode (yeah right, like that's possible). "Oh shit Scott. Oh god, we're sorry. Jeez, you can't tell anybody. PLEASE!!!" Scott looks like he's going to throw up and backs out of the tent. I suppose he's going back to his tent. This is so awful. "Wait!" He ignores me and keeps leaving. I turn to Sam and I can tell he's more freaked out than I am. He looks like he's seen his own ghost. Can't worry about Scott right now. We need to calm down and talk this over. Sam looks ready to cry, but instead he tells me: "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry. If-f I hadn't suggested the k-kissing it wouldn't have gotten to th-th-this. Wa-What are we g-gonna do?" Beats the shit out of me, but I can't say that, Sam might be the first ever healthy 12 year-old to have a coronary if I do. "I don't know yet, but we gotta figure something out. We're definitely going to have to talk this out some time. I don't know if one or both of us should go talk to Scott right now or let him cool off a little. Well, right now being after we put some clothes on." Sam looks down at himself, I guess just now realizing he's/we're still naked. I look for my shorts because whether we go talk to Scott right away or not, being naked no longer serves any purpose. We both have innie belly-buttons. After the shock, we practically have innie dicks too. "I know I'm not ready to face him Virge. Not now, damn, maybe not ever. We are gonna be in so much trouble. Maybe we should just run away." "Sure, I'll go get a job as a bank manager and maybe you can run a sports team. We're 12 and 13, running away is the last thing we want to do." Of course, I'm thinking it may very well be our last resort, but we can't think about that right now. At least Sam's no longer about to bawl his eyes out and we can talk. Or so I thought. "Oh god, what if he tells Bobby? I know Bobby and me have fooled around a little, but nothing like this. What's he going to think of me? I couldn't stand it if Bobby hated me too." "I think right now Sam, Scott's just trying to wrap his head around what he saw. Wishful thinking probably, but maybe friendship will win out over his homophobia. If he really truly hates gays." "Did you see the look on his face before he left? No way is he not going to hate us." Time to put the big boy pants on I guess. "I'll go see if he's willing to talk. I think getting that over with right away is the way to go." "Okay. But there's no way I can face him. Shit, you won't talk to him in front of Bobby and Tim, will you?" "No, I'll see if he'll go around the side of the house with me and talk there." So, I finish putting on my shorts and T-shirt and make my way out of the tent. I'm thinking 'what the hell am I going to say?' I creep over to the other tent and listen from the outside. No voices, so that's good, he apparently didn't say anything to the others. Just gentle breathing. Is that good or bad? I look into an opening in the tent flaps. Shit, it's bad. Scott's not in there, what now? After freezing in place, without a clue what to do, I start to walk around the house. Hopefully he's just cooling off somewhere else so he didn't wake up Bobby and Tim. It's late, so I go slow and quietly. Especially when I'm passing the pain's window. All we need now is for Allison to wake up and find us wandering around outside. I can hear it now, 'mom, the boys are wandering around outside. I saw one of them looking in my window.' What, you think she's not going to embellish things to get her brother into trouble? Nothing on the right side. I walk around front and see a little light shining in his bedroom window. Oh shit. He went inside? I hope I can see in the window, maybe he just forgot to turn off his light. I creep up to the window, the curtains are not quite closed. I can't see the whole room, but he's not on his bed or sitting at his desk. Man, where the hell is he? I guess I should finish the lap around the house. Damn, he's not on the other side either. Where the he... oh shit, his bike is missing. Fuck. It's not parked there next to the garage with the rest of ours. Great, he could be anywhere. I've been gone long enough, Sam's probably pulling out his hair so I head back to our tent. "Well, I have good news and bad news." "Shit Vigre, can't you be serious?" "I am serious. The good news is it doesn't look like he told Bobby and Tim, they're still asleep in the tent. The bad news is I can't find Scott and his bike is gone." "What? Where did he go?" "Let me call Nostradamus, how the fuck would I know?" "Sorry stupid question, but don't get pissed off at me, one mad friend is bad enough, two and I may just shut down." "Sorry, I'm not mad at you. This isn't your fault. We made a mistake and we just have to figure out a way to recover from it. At this point, all we can probably do is go to sleep and hope Scott is reasonable when he comes back." "I don't think I can sleep, I'm still too freaked out." "I know, but staying freaked out isn't going to help either. Let's just wait and hope. Lie down and relax at least, being up all night won't make things go away." "I guess." Scott Oh god, what do I do? I can't go back in my tent, I'll probably end up screaming and wake the little guys up. Gotta get away for a while. I know, I'll take my bike and head to the school. I can't scream there either, but at least I can groan and talk to myself. So, I head to the side of the house, grab my bike and pedal to the school. Damn, it got chilly fast. It's August, I thought it was supposed to be hot 24/7. OK, here's the school, maybe I'll just sit on a swing and think this over. Okay. I caught two of my friends having sex. Wouldn't be a big deal if they weren't both boys. Or would it? Wait, why should it be a big deal that they are both boys? I mean, I'm not gay, I don't really like gay people in general, but these guys have been my friends for like 8 or 10 years. I'm going to throw that away because they're gay? I like them too much; shit, who else would I hang out with anyway? But I can't do nothing. Virgil pleaded for me to not tell anyone. Like who am I gonna tell? I can just see it now, 'mom, dad, I caught Sam and Virgil having sex and I don't know what to do.' What 13-year old would walk up to his parents and openly talk about sex, much less gay sex? Not this one, that's for sure. Okay, so I keep it to myself. No, I have to talk to them about this. I freaked out pretty badly, but I think I'm sort of OK with this. Actually, if I'm being completely honest with myself, I'm kind of jealous. They'll be getting blowjobs and everything before me. Cheese and rice, (Scott is kind of religious so he isn't going to use the JC expression), this isn't about me. Dang, they're probably wondering if I'm going to hate them, spill the beans and ruin their lives. I better get back and see if we can figure something out to get past this. Definitely need to get back, I think I just felt a raindrop. Great, I get to go to sleep soaking wet. Virgil Well, Sam was right about not being able to fall asleep. Sort of. I'm pretty sure he's nodded off but I can't shut my brain off. What the hell are we going to do? Even if Scott doesn't say anything, he's probably done with us. We've all been such good friends, we never really got close to anybody else. Scott will end up being a loner. Well, I guess that's on him if he ends up wanting to be a dick about all this. Virgil, stop. Now you're blaming Scott? Fuck. One little sentence probably ruined a great friendship. At this point, I'm not even sure Sam's going to want to continue down the path we just started out on. Make that two friendships. No, three, if Sam stops being my friend, so will Bobby. Hey Tim, feel like being best buds with a gay boy? 'What if I wanted to do more than look?' How could I be so stupid? Oh wait, I know. Hormones made Virgil junior do the thinking for us. I'm gonna have to learn to control THAT. Come on Virgil, shut your head up and get some sleep. "Sam. Virgil?" Holy shit, Scott's back. He was whispering, but it doesn't sound like he's pissed off. I hope, I hope. "I'm awake. Do you want to come in or go somewhere else?" "Are you dressed?" No dipshit, we kept making out, ended up fucking each other and now we're just laying here playing with our dicks. Fortunately Sam dressed while I was looking for Scott. "Yeah, we got dressed and I went looking for you." Scott opens the tent flap slowly, like he wants to make sure we're not making out again or something. He comes in but can't look at me. I can't blame him, we screwed up pretty badly. I guess it's really up to me to say something first anyway. "Look, Scott. Sam and I, well, it just happened. We just started out play..." "I don't need details. Let's just start from now, Okay?" "Sure. Sure. But basically teen and tween hormones took over and once we started, we couldn't stop. But god, we figured we were alone and everyone was asleep. I'm not blaming you for spying, shit, I might have done the same if the shoe was on the other foot. But is there any way we can make this up to you? Anything we can do to keep it among us? Anything?" "Well, you know I left, so I thought it over a little. If the shoe was on the other foot, like you said, could you see yourself telling anybody, like especially parents, that you caught two friends having gay sex? Is that a topic you'd feel comfortable with your parents on? I know I'm not. So, no, I won't tell anybody, and yeah, I'll keep quiet, but it's only a matter of time. If you guys end up being boyfriends or some shit, you'll probably at least have to bring Bobby into the fold. He'll find out. I'm pretty sure your parents would find out eventually too because if you're stupid enough to get caught by me, you'll make a mistake, maybe just kiss each other, and they'll see. But I'll try to keep it between the three of us." "Oh, wow. I'm so glad you're not mad and going to out us. I figured you'd be mad at us forever and not want to hang out anymore." "I didn't say we'd still be friends." Bam! I'm floored. Scott said that with such a straight face, I thought he was serious and I felt crushed. "I'm kidding you moron. I may not like what you're doing or want to join in, but I still want to be friends. Who knows, maybe I can convince one of you to give me a blowjob some time." "Shit, I'd blow you every day to keep this quiet, ha ha. Maybe we should wake Sam up and tell him things are going to be OK. He was really freaked out thinking we'd be in trouble." "Yeah, sure. But how about I at least partially get you guys back for tieing me up on the last sleepout." "I was hoping you'd forget about that. What do you have in mind?" "Nothing major, but I liked your reaction when I said we wouldn't be friends any more. I'd like to scare Sam a little too." "Shit, that's mean, but I guess we deserve it. We probably scared the shit out of you. I saw your bedroom light on, did you have to go in and change your underwear?" If he can joke about this, so can I. "Really funny, you think you're a comedian or something?" "Not yet, still practicing." It's good that we can joke around like usual, it feels like the storm is over. I guess except for the one little hurricane Scott's going to start. "Sam. Sam, wake up." "MMff. Let me sleep. I want to sleep forever." "Scott's back." "Wha? Oh, is he mad?" "Ask him yourself, we've been talking. It's not all bad." "Well, are you mad Scott?" "I was at first, but I got to thinking and if you guys want to be gay, there's not much I can do about it." "I don't know if it's like we WANT to be gay. I guess we can't help it. But you won't say anything to anybody, will you?" "No, it's your secret. But I don't think I want to hang out with you guys any more." Damn, Scott should play poker, he looks completely serious, and Sam looks completely crushed. Again. "R-really? Wait, why c-can't we st-still be friends?" I think he's about to cry. He's also a lot louder than he probably wanted to be. "Because you guys tied me up last time we slept out so I had to get back at you somehow. So chill, we're still cool. But the look on your face just now? Priceless." "You asshole!" That was yelled. Sam dives on top of Scott and fakes like he's punching him out, making all of us laugh. "What's going on in here? You guys woke us up." We look out the tent and there's Bobby and Tim, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. The three of us look at each other and start laughing again. A Couple Asides from Virgil I know I mentioned I'd tell you the story behind my name. Now that the crisis is past, I'll take a minute. My parents were big fans of the band "The Band." Pretty dumb name if you ask me but it was like the 1920's or something. They had a song called 'The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down.' Civil war shit I guess. Anyway, the song starts out 'Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train.' They thought it'd be cute to name me after the guy in the song. Like anybody born north of the Mason-Dixon like is going to have the name Virgil. But that's what they did, so I live with it. And am I going to tell friends and whoever? Hell no. Oh, shit. I think I just did. Fortunately almost noone in my generation has any clue where the name comes from. I get my parents back just a little every once in a while by saying I like the Joan Baez version better. I don't. I also mentioned a mooning incident. Another short story on that one. One of our sleepouts included the big brothers and their friends too. One of the older guys though it would be funny if we went out to the main road and mooned cars as they went by. Hilarious, right? At least on the surface, yeah. Not so funny when the third car you moon has those bright, shiny red and blue lights on the top. Well, the cop lit them up and we took of in every different direction possible. I guess we got lucky because it was close to donut time or something because they never got out of the car to chase us. Needless to say, we don't listen to any of Alan's stupid ideas anymore. Next up, "To boyfriend or not to boyfriend." Author's Note Thanks for 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