Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2023 10:44:23 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look But Don't Look, Look - Chapter 6 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? With most of the nastiness around Sam's father behind us, let's see what the boys are getting into this Sunday morning. Apologies gor some of the non-PC terms, but it's kind of hard to describe a homophobic man without a few slurs. Hope it doesn't bother folks too much. 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 Willis - 17 FROM CHAPTER 5 Sam The three of us can't seem to wait for the tale to be told fast enough. "I'm getting there. After we all went to bed, we heard a gunshot." "I didn't think it was a car backfiring." "You heard it Sam? No it wasn't a car. Apparently your father decided he wanted some level of revenge against Virgil's dad..." "HE SHOT DAD????" "No. Just wait and listen. He got the houses mixed up and knocked on the Robinson's door. When he saw Mr. Robinson inside, I guess he thought it was Virgil's dad and shot him in the shoulder. He's going to be OK, but Sam, Bobby, your dad's in jail. I'm not sure what the charges will be, but Mr. Caine is at the police station now telling them what we know." "Is dad going to be OK with hitting Mr. L?" "Yes, I don't think that will be a problem since he was protecting Sam. Unfortunately, we'll just have to wait to see exactly what happens next." "I hope they keep him there forever." "Me too." "Sam, Bobby, you can't mean that?" "Sorry Mrs. Caine, but the key word there is mean. He's mean and I'm pretty sure Bobby and me mean it." "Yeah." "Why don't you boys help Mrs. Caine clean up and then go play some video games or something until Mr. Caine gets back." We spend a few minutes helping clean up from breakfast. "OK. Virgil and I have some talking to do now. Come on Virge, Bobby." "You want me to come too?" "Yeah. It's something you'll end up finding out about soon enough anyway." CHAPTER 6 - Jail, and coming out Phil Uh, God. Turn off the lights. Where the fuck am I? I look around now that I can focus my eyes. Jail? How the fuck did that happen? I remember getting punched out by the pansy's father, taking a couple aspirin and falling asleep on the couch. What the fuck? I fall asleep on my couch and wake up in jail? "Hey! What's going on?" "Pipe down Lassiter. You gave us enough trouble last night, you're lucky you're not in restraints." "Why the fuck am I here?" "Oh, that's rich. Hey Joe, the drunken soldier wants to know why he's in jail." "Three or four counts of massive stupidity asshole. Now shut up. Breakfast will be here soon, then you can call a lawyer if you want to." Call a lawyer? What the fuck do I tell him? Shit, I think it's Sunday, what fuckin' lawyer's going to be working on Sunday? I guess I can start out with a public defender. After I get out of here I'll sue that asshole for assault. Make him pay. Breakfast. They call this breakfast? Two slices of burnt toast and fake scrambled eggs? Coffee sucks too. I knew the cops in this town were useless. First they haul me into jail for God knows what reason, then can't even make a decent breakfast. Gotta eat it, they may not let me get a lawyer in here to find out what they think I've done. "Hey, what do I gotta do in order to get a PD in here?" "Just ask nicely." Fuck. These morons. "Can somebody please get a public defender in here for me?" "Yes sir!" Great, fuckin' sarcastic cops. I can't wait to get out of here. It'll probably take a few hours. May as well go back to sleep and get rid of the rest of this hangover. Sam "It OK if we go to your room to talk Virgil?" "Yeah, of course. Come on Bobby." We get to Virgil's room and close the door so we have some privacy. No way I want mom to hear what I'm going to share with Bobby. "Sorry if a lot of this is repetitive Virge, but Bobby's coming in cold." "Yeah, no sweat. I'm sure I'll hear at least some new stuff." "You guys are confusing me. What's going on?" "I'm getting there, show a little patience." "Oh, alright." So I go through the whole story for Bobby, really only sparing him the details about the simultaneous blowjobs. I doubt he'd know what 69 meant. It actually feels good to get it off my chest all in one shot. Virgil heard most of it before, in pieces. But now I feel a little better. Guess it also helps knowing I probably won't have to face my father about this any time soon. We should go see if Virgil's dad has any news when we're done. "Wow Sam. You had some day and night. I'm sorry all that happened to you. Do you really think you're gay? Virgil's mom really saw you both naked? Wow, that must have been scary." "Yeah, I think so Bobby. It's hard to explain, but I think I love Virgil, more than a good friend." "I love you too pal." "So does that mean you're going to do more sex stuff? Other than playing with each other's wieners?" "You're old enough now Bobby. Call it a dick or a cock. Like Trix cereal, wieners are for kids." We all broke up laughing on that one. Geez, it feels good to laugh again. Seems like forever since I was laughing with Scott and Virgil after Scott caught us even though it was just two nights ago. Bobby didn't notice that I didn't address his question. Good. "Virgil, can we go see if your dad's home? Maybe find out something about our dad?" "Good idea Sam. I'm ready for a drink anyway. I'm sure you are too after your long Soliloquy." "Gee Bobby, we're in the presence of genius. Wow, 4 syllables. Let's go." Roger "Hi boys. All talked out?" "Yeah, I wanted to fill Bobby in on most of what happened over the past day plus. I don't want to keep anything but the most personal stuff from him." "Sounds like you're a good brother. I bet you want to know what's up with your dad." "Yes." "Uh huh." "Well, first let me say you're not going to have to be afraid of him for a while. He made some pretty bad decisions last night. He's being charged with DWI, essentially drunk driving, destruction of property. He parked his car on top of the Robinson's custom mailbox. Then there's the big things. Making terroristic threats and attempted murder. I think there's more, but that's the general idea." "Wow." "Holy shit. Oh, sorry Mr. C." "That's OK Sam. If anything qualifies as a holy shit, all that does. Anyway, since I was his target, the prosecuting attorney is going to request they deny bail at the arraignment tomorrow morning. If the judge agrees, you won't have to see him for a long time, unless you want to visit him." "Fuck no. Oops, sorry again." "Ha ha. Quite the vocabulary there young man." "What's an arrangement?" "Arraignment Bobby. The simple answer is it's where they talk about the charges, what they believe your father did, and decide if there's enough reason to have a trial." "Wow, like on TV?" "Yeah, like on TV." Scott I haven't heard anything from Virgil about Sam. I hope everything is OK. It's almost lunch time, probably safe to give him a call. Ring, ring, ring. "Hello Mrs. Caine. Is Virgil around?" "Yes Scott, he's just finishing up talking with his dad. I'll get him." "Hey bud! What's up?" "I thought you were going to call me? Any news on what happened after you brought Sam home last night? Is everything gonna be OK?" "Oh boy is there news." "Yeah? You wanna meet me at his house so I can see how he's doing?" "Nope, can't do that." "Oh, I guess I'll go over alone, family shit?" "Nope, just no point of going over his house. He, Bobby and his mom spent the night here." "What? Why'd they do that?" "Long story. Lemme see if it's OK we head over there. We'll have to walk, Sam doesn't have his bike here..." "I think it was still in the back of your dad's truck this morning. We skipped out before we got a chance to take it off." "Oh, yeah, OK Scott, lemme see if we can go over, I'm sure it'll be OK. Here talk to Sam for a minute." "Hi Scott, how ya doin?" "The better question is how are YOU doing? I can't wait to hear what happened. You spent the night at Virgil's? And not just you?" "I'm actually pretty OK. It's really kind of a long story. Shock the shit out of you I bet. Wait, Virgil's back... Cool, we'll be over in a few minutes if that's OK." "Yeah, I'll be waiting. See ya." Bobby "Mom, Sam and Virgil are going over to Scott's to tell him what happened. Can I call Tim to see if I can go over there?" "Sure honey. For now, um, Linda, is it OK if Bobby has Tim come here? ... For now, see if he can come over here. I know your dad's not going anywhere but I don't want you going anywhere alone just now, I'd just feel better if you were close. That and your bike is still at home." "Oh yeah, well, staying here's OK." "You can play with anything in my room, just don't make a mess or break anything." "We'll be careful. Thanks Virgil." Sam has to whisper to me, mom's too close. "Bobby, you can tell Tim what happened, just try to avoid details on the sex stuff, OK?" "Yeah sure Sam." Like he gave me a lot of details. Ring, ring, ring. "Hi Mrs. Thomason, this is Bobby. Is Tim there?" "Yes Bobby, I'll go get him..." "Hi Bobby. What's up?" "Hi Tim, I want to tell you about everything that happened after the sleepout Friday night. You won't believe all the sh, stuff that happened. I can't come over there though, can you see if you can come over to Virgil's?" "OK, let me ask... Yeah, mom says I can go. Why Virgil's? Are you over there with everybody else?" "No, it's just me right now. The why is part of the story." "OK. I'll be there in a few." I hope I can remember enough of what Sam told me to make sense. I wait for Tim, trying to gather my thoughts. (A few minutes later) "Bobby. Tim's here." "Hi Tim, let's go up to Virgil's room so we can talk quietly." "OK. You really have me curious about all this. Are you sure we can go in Virgil's room without him here?" "Yeah, he said before he left we could play in there. But talking is first." "OK." Tim takes off his shoes, we head up to Virgil's room and sit on his bed together. "Okay, there's a lot to mention, so try to not ask too many questions so I don't lose track." "Sure. I'll try to wait." "When we got woke up Friday night and saw Scott and Sam wrestling, it wasn't because Sam wanted to dump water on us. It was because Scott caught Sam and Virgil naked. I guess they were doing something like we do when we wash up." "Wow. Really? I wonder..." I give Tim a look. He stopped and looked down, looking sorry. "It's OK. I don't know exactly what they did, Sam didn't go into details. Anyway, after we split up after breakfast, they were doing something again here in Virgil's room and his mom caught them naked. Sam was really upset. When my mom called yesterday to see if I could stay through dinner, Sam was missing. Turns out he ended up at the mall and fell asleep at a movie and didn't wake up until they closed. He was going to hide there all night but the usher dude made him leave. He ended up calling Virgil whose dad picked him up and took him home." I stopped to take a breath. This next part was going to be harder. "Wow, so he like ran away, at least for a while?" "Yeah. Anyway when they got to my house my dad freaked out on him and it looked like he went to hit him. Virgil's dad knocked out my dad with one punch." "Wow, they had a fight?" "Kinda. If one punch is a fight. Anyway while dad was knocked out we left and went to stay here. Later on my dad got drunk and came over looking for Virgil's dad but got the house wrong. He knocked on the door across the street, the Robertson's or something. That name's not right but I don't remember exactly. Well, he ended up shooting Mr. Robertson, I think in the arm. The cops came and arrested my dad and he's in jail right now. He has something called a rain meant tomorrow to see if he needs to have a trial, like on TV." "Wow. He shot the guy? That's too bad. Did he hurt Sam? Oh, sorry. Can I ask questions now?" "Yeah, and no he never got to touch Sam before Virgil's dad knocked him out." "Cool. So do you know how long he'll be in jail? I guess he'll be madder than hell when he comes home again." "Virgil's dad said it will probably be a long time. He did a bunch of things that broke the law." "What are you guys gonna do? Live here?" "I don't know, but I doubt it. We'll probably go back home either later or tomorrow after we know whether or not dad gets out on bail. Virgil's dad doesn't think he will because he was coming over here to kill him and the judge won't let him go because he'll probably try again." Tim's question about where we'd live lit a spark in my brain that would smolder for a bit before reappearing with a vengeance. "Wow. So it might be a long time before you see your dad again, huh?" "Yeah, but me and Sam really don't care. He's a butthead lots of times. I won't miss those times." "Well, it's still gotta suck not having a dad around even if he's a butthead sometimes." "Yeah, I guess. Let's play one of Virgil's video games." Sam We get on our bikes, Mr. Caine had taken mine off and put it in the garage with Virgil's, and head over to Scott's. He's gonna shit when he hears it all. "How much does Scott know? I don't want to repeat too much, it's a long story as it is, especially with dad's piece." "Not much. I told him you hid out at the movies and we were bringing you home. He's pretty much in the dark." "K" Ding dong. "Hey guys, come on in. Let's go over to my room so you-know-who doesn't hear anything. If like you said Sam, if it's gonna shock me, it'd probably kill her. He he, on second thought, let's let her listen." "Funny, and no way." "Yeah I was joking. She's a pain sometimes but I kinda like her anyway." We go to Scott's room, which is fortunately on the other side of the house from Allison's. I take a big breath and start in. "So, you know I took off a little while after we split up yesterday morning. Shit, it was only just yesterday? Sorry, got off track already. Like Virgil told you I went to the movie theater in the mall, ended up falling asleep and the dorky usher had to wake me up. I was kind of hoping I could hide out in a store bathroom or something until the place cleared out. Didn't happen. I was stuck so I called Virgil and he and his dad took me home. Oh, sorry you knew all that already." "Don't worry, tell it like you want. I think that's as far as I got anyway." "Yeah. Well, we got to my house, and like I was afraid, my dad went ballistic. Dad was really pissed and when he reached for me, Virgil's dad decked him with one punch." "Never mess with a fireman." "Holy shit." "Yeah. Right? And it gets holy shittier. So my dad's knocked out on the floor and Mr. C. says that we should go home with them, let my dad cool off. Me, Bobby and mom pack some clothes and shit and off we go to Virgil's. Pretty much went to bed after we got there and slept until his mom woke us for breakfast. So Bobby and I have no idea what's up with our dad. Virgil's dad isn't there. The moms said we had to wait until after breakfast and then they'll talk to us. Seems that overnight, my dad got drunk and came looking for Mr. C. Wanting revenge for getting knocked out I guess. He ends up at the wrong house and shoots Mr. Robinson." "No fuckin' way! Is he dead?" "No, just shot in the arm or something. I guess Mrs. Robinson called the cops as soon as dad started banging on their door. So anyway, my dad's in jail, looking at a bunch of jail time for what he did. Man, I knew he was gonna get mad over me being gay and all..." "You really think you're gay? Not just, you know, messing around?" "Um, yeah. Pretty sure." "You guys boyfriends or something now?" Virgil and I look at each other. God, I do love him. "I don't know, we haven't had much of a chance to talk to each other alone. I think we will be. What about you Virge?" "Yes, I want to be. You don't know how good it felt to sleep with my arms wrapped around you all night." "You guys slept together? Where was Bobby?" "On the floor in a sleeping bag, but we really just slept. Nothing else happened. Oh shit I forgot to say why I ran off in the first place." "Yeah, that didn't seem to make any sense, you seemed pretty cool all morning." "Yeah, well, me and Virgil were messing around and his mom walked in while we were still naked." "Oh shit, she caught you fucking or something?" I had to look at Virgil to see how best to answer, he gave a little nod. "No. We weren't fucking. But we had just finished, well finished what we started the night before when you crashed the party." "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I mean I had no idea you guys were going to be, well, having sex. When you started blowing each other, I was so shocked I just fell over." "Yeah, we noticed. So yeah, we'd just finished a 69 and in walks his mom. Soooo fucking embarrassing." "Oh shit. I forgot to tell you Sam." "What?" "When we were blowing each other you actually came a little." "He came in your mouth? No way." "Really, there was real cum?" "Yeah a little bit." "Shit, I'm so hard now from you guys telling me that. I mean I don't ever want to do gay stuff, but shit, I'm so horny right now, I'm gonna have to head to the bathroom and rub one out." I once again looked at Virgil, this time it was a big smile and a nod. "Or, we could help you with that." "Huh?" "We can help you with your boner. Do you want one of us to jerk you off?" "Fuck. What? You want to jerk me off?" "Just want to be helpful friends." "Um, wow. I don't know." "I can tell you, someone else jerking you off is way better than doing it yourself." "Really Virgil?" "Yes. Really. Like a hundred times better." "Um, which one of you would do it?" Once again, the silent confirmation between Virgil and me. "We could take turns." "God. I'm so fucking horny. Yeah, OK." "Go ahead and pull you pants and undies down." "Huh? Oh yeah, I guess it wouldn't work so good dressed." Scott takes off his pants and underwear. He's a little larger overall than Virgil and me so his cock is a little bigger than mine and Virgil's. And he has a little hair above it. It looks wonderful. Not as nice as Virgil's but it's a good dick. I reach out to touch it and Scott moans loudly. "Shhh, don't make so much noise." "Sorry, couldn't help it. Just you touching it almost set me off." "Well, Virgil, he's gonna be quick, let's do it together." "Cool." Virgil and I each put a finger and thumb on Scott's cock and start stroking him together, seems like it's just seconds before... "Ah ah ah. I'm cuuuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnggg!!!!" The door flies open and there's Allison. "What's going on in here. Eeeek! You're touching Scott's thingy. What's all that white stuff on your stomach?" "It's nothing. Can you please leave?" "No. I'm telling mom if you don't tell me." "At least let me put my pants back on." "OK. But I'm going to want to see your thingy again or else I'm telling." "Fine. The white stuff is cum, or technically semen." "What's it for?" "Geez. It's the stuff that a man puts into a woman to make a baby. God, this is so embarrassing." "How does he put it in her?" Virgil and I can no longer hold in the laughter. Scott's looking like we probably did when Virgil's mom walked in on us. "Come on guys. It's not funny." "Oh yes it is. It's fuckin hilarious." "You said a bad word Virgil. I'll get my mom to tell your mom. But I won't if you and Sam show me your things too." I don't know about Virgil, but I lost my boner half a second after she opened the door. Shit. Caught in the act. Again. I guess we're stuck getting blackmailed by the pain until she's happy. Once again Virgil and I trade glances. This time no smile, but still the nod. We unbutton our pants and show ourselves. As I guessed, Virgil's soft too. "How come Scott's was so much bigger than yours?" Then we hear from down the hall... "Allison, did you tell them it's lunch time?" "Yeah. I was just watching them... finish up their game. We're coming now. (Quietly) We're not done." She skips away. Virgil and I pull our pants up. Scott's already cleaned himself up and dressed again, but now he's laughing at us. "You guys were right. It is funny." Next up - "Three for Three and 15 to 20" Author's Note Thanks to those of you who have sent email. I appreciate the comments, good or bad. Thanks for the idea - You know who you are. Hope you liked how I worked it in. Feel free to drop me a line if you haven't already. LRW