Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2023 08:18:54 -0400 From: Lee Wilson Subject: Look But Don't Look, Look - Chapter 7 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. 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 6 Sam Virgil and I each put a finger and thumb around Scott's cock and start stroking him together, 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 thing. 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 thing again or else I'm telling." "Fine. The white stuff is cum, or technically semen." "What's it for?" "It's the stuff that a man puts into a woman to make a baby. God, this is 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. 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." CHAPTER 7 - Three for Three and 15 to 20 Scott After Sam and Virgil left I went to Allison's room to try to cut a deal with her. We didn't need her blackmailing us forever because she caught them jerking me off. I hope this isn't going to cost me a lot. Knock, knock. "Yeah?" "It's me. Can I come in?" "One second... OK" That was quite a bit more than a second, but I walk into her room and she looks a little out of breath and disheveled, like maybe she just had to pull her pants up. Maybe cutting this deal won't be as hard as I thought. "What were you doing?" "Nothing." "Yeah, right." "Really!" "Uh huh. I always get sweaty and out of breath when I'm doing nothing too." "Don't be a poop. What do you want?" "Well, I came in here to try to see what I could do to get you to keep your mouth shut about what you saw in my room before lunch. But now I think all I need to do is keep my own mouth shut, if you know what I mean." I love it, she's getting nervous now. Has that deer in the headlights look. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Zip it Allison. I know exactly what you were doing, and if you don't want me to tell on you, you won't tell on us." "I wasn't doing anything." "OK, I guess you want me to prove it. A. You're all out of breath. B. You're all sweaty. C. Your shirt is half tucked into your pants. And D, the kicker, your underpants are right there in the middle of the floor." "Oh no." "Oh yeah. So, truce? We both keep what we know to ourselves?" The deer is gone, now it's just a sad little girl. She lost her advantage over me. "Oh, OK. But. Um, even though I won't say anything, can I still ask you questions about that kind of stuff?" "Well, you can ask, I won't guarantee I'll answer any of them. But I'll, um, help you how I can with whatever isn't too off the wall." OK. What..." "Nope, not now. Make a list and we'll talk one night this week. I'm not wasting the rest of my Sunday listening to you." "Oh, OK. But you promise you won't tell?" "I promise if you promise. See you later." "Yeah, I promise." Whew, got past that one almost painlessly. Gotta remember to tell the guys they're off the hook. Just maybe not right away. Gotta have some fun. Phil "Mr. Lafferty?" "Lassiter." "Sorry. Mr Lassiter. I'm John Reynolds from the public defender's office. I understand you're in a little bit of trouble?" Great, a moron lawyer. "I guess. I don't even know why I'm in here." "They didn't tell you why you were arrested? Well, that's one in your favor. Let me step away for a bit and see what I can find out." "Yeah, you do that." He walks away, but the desk sergeant isn't too far away, lucky me, I got the first cell, I can hear what they're saying. "Sergeant." "Yes sir?" "I'll be representing Mr. Laffiter there. I understand from him that he wasn't told why he was arrested." "Well, he's wrong. He was told last night when he was brought in and Mirandized. I guess he was too drunk to remember it. I can get the recording for you if you wish?" "No, that won't be necessary. Can I see his booking sheet?" "Sure... Here it is. It's the attorney's copy. Keep it." "Thanks. Hmm, primary charges DWI, destruction of property, making terroristic threats, and attempted murder?" "You read so well." (Sarcastically) "Thank you sergeant. I'll go back to see my client now." "Wish him luck from all of us. He'll need it. I guess you will too." As he's walking back I realize how fucked I am. Maybe I can plead temporary insanity. "So, Mr. Laffiter. It looks like you got yourself in a world of trouble last night." I don't bother correcting the idiot again. "I guess so, it sounded like it. I don't remember anything between falling asleep on my couch and waking up here this morning. How do I get out of here?" "Well, your arraignment is tomorrow morning at 10:30. Looking at these notes... the prosecutor's office has been asked to deny bail by... what looks like your intended victim..." "Victim? The son of a bitch assaulted ME." "While you were in the process of attempting to assault your own son it seems. Not to mention, he didn't come after you with a loaded firearm. Nor did he shoot his neighbor." "Shoot his neighbor?" "Yes, hence the attempted murder charge. Says here possessing an illegal firearm and firing a weapon within the city limits are being considered as add on charges. Personally, I'd say pretty much everything pales in comparison to the threats and murder attempt. I'll hear more in the morning, but you ought to seriously consider taking any kind of plea deal the DA's office offers. Pardon my French, but you've fucked youself pretty bad on this one." Asshole. "What about pleading temporary insanity?" "That's a TV defense. Doesn't work in the real world. You're either insane or not. Yeah, there's enough here to send you away for a long, long time. I'll be back before the arraignment tomorrow morning to talk and see how you feel about things after another night's sleep. But seriously. Consider any plea they offer. You ARE going to do time. Your best bet is to try to get the shortest sentence you can." Great. Looks like my pansy son isn't going to be the only family member getting fucked up the ass. FUUUUUCK!!!! As it turns out, Mr. Lassiter ends up with that 'pleasure' first. Sam (Back at Virgil's) "So we're going to go back home now mom?" "Yes. There's no chance of your father getting out before the arraignment, so he can't bother us at home tonight. We'll just have to take things a day at a time until we know more. Hopefully, like Mr. Caine thinks, they won't even allow him out on bail tomorrow." I'm not sure I'd even put up bail if it was offered. Oooh, what he did last night. He's not the only one needing a lawyer. Only thing is, mine will be a divorce lawyer. "Okay. Let me say goodbye to Virgil." "Don't take too long, we have to pick your brother up at Tim's." "Sure." Virgil and I go up to his room real quick so we can have a moment alone. "Hey, everything will turn out OK. Yeah, your dad may not be around for a while, but we'll be here for you and Bobby. I'm sure my dad will do what he can to help." "Thanks. I'm going to need the support, I'm sure. Fuck. Especially after school starts back up and everybody starts calling me the jailbird's kid or something equally annoying. Kiss me before I go?" "Of course." We kiss for a few seconds, nothing like our previous make-out sessions, but we both know I gotta leave. "Bye." "See you soon. I'll call after I hear about the arraignment." Steven "Hey Steve. Wake up. You gotta see this." I'd slept over at Alan's house last night. We raided his dad's liquor cabinet after we got back from looking for Sam. I wasn't in the mood to drive any more. "See what?" "This headline. Brumfeld man arrested, accused of attempted murder." "Yeah, so what?" "I hope it's an amazing coincidence. The guy's got the same name as your father. Are there two Phil Lassiters in town?" "WHAT!?!?! Let me see that!" Oh fuck. What the hell did he do? Shit, I haven't even looked at my phone. Three missed calls from mom late last night. Oh geez. I better get home and see what's going on. "Shit Alan. I gotta head home and find out exactly what happened. I'll catch you later." "Yeah sure. Share all the gory details when you can. Laters." Sam "I'm going to go upstairs and lie down mom. It's been a rough couple days." "Sure honey. I'll wake you up for dinner, maybe we'll go out and get pizza. I'm not really in the mood to do much either." "Sounds good." "Sam, can I come and lie down with you?" "Sure thing kid. We gotta stick together now." We get to my room but Bobby's not quite ready to lie down. "What's going to happen to us?" "What do you mean? We keep on going to school, playing with friends..." "No, I was thinking. I mean we probably can't afford to stay living here if dad's in jail and not working. I don't think mom makes enough at the store for us to live on." "You always were a numbers kind of guy. I don't know. I'm sure mom will try to figure something out." "I hope so. I'm not sure how though. OK, I'm laying down now." Yeah, sure. Drop that bomb on my head and then you try to go to sleep. Like I'm going to be able to. The kid's right. Without dad's salary, there's no way we can stay here. Shit. My fuckup is going to fuck up the whole family. Steven "Mom! You home?" "Yes. Shhh, your brothers are trying to take a nap." "What the hell is up with dad?" "Well, it's a long story, but the short version is that Sam and Virgil got caught, well, naked once and fooling around somehow another time. Your dad wasn't at all happy about it and the shit just flowed downhill." "Oh god. Last night Alan tried to make a joke about Sam and Virgil... I guess it was with Virgil? Getting caught doing something. I hate to think that idiot's half-assed joke was right. I'm going to need to hear the long version at some point if you don't mind." "Of course. You're entitled to hear it. I'm just so stressed out right now, I think I'm going to lie down too. If I'm not moving by 6, come and wake me, we'll go out for pizza for dinner tonight." "OK." Wow, dad really screwed up this time. His temper has gotten him close to trouble before, but this time... holy fuck. "Hi Steven." "Oh. Hey Sam. I thought you were laying down?" "I was going to, but then Bobby said something that got me all worried." "Hey, don't cry bud. Things will be OK." "No they won't and it's all my fault." "I'm sure you're overreacting. Come on, let's go to my room and have a talk." "OK, but you'll see, being worried is right." Oh, man. He's blaming everything that dad did, whatever it was, on himself. Too much for a 12-year old to handle. "OK, so what's the biggest worry?" "Well, I guess you know dad's in jail?" "Yeah, I heard that. I don't know much more than that, but we can come back to that." "Well, mom just works at the store. She can't make enough money for us to keep living here. Dad's salary is needed too, probably even more than mom's." "Yeah, he does, did, make a lot more than mom. But maybe he won't be in jail long, or maybe he'll get off." "Not a chance." "Can you tell me a little more about what happened?" "Yeah, I fucked up by turning gay, dad found out, Mr. Caine hit him, he went over to shoot Mr. Caine but had the wrong house and shot Mr. Robinson and he's going to be in jail for a long time, and it's all my fault." "Whoa bro. Take a breath. Whatever dad did wasn't your fault. You know his temper. It was just a matter of time before he did something stupid. He just went way off the stupid scale. OK, one step at a time. I don't think you're really gay. Kids experiment, you got caught. You'll grow out of it." "No I won't. I love Virgil. But every time we start doing something, we get caught. We're 3 for 3, or maybe it's 0 for 3. And I want to be with him all the time. And now we'll have to move and I'll never see him again. Sniff." "OK. For the sake of argument, we'll say you are gay. First of all, it's no big deal. It's dad's problem if he couldn't handle it. If indeed you are, it's not like it's a choice, so blaming yourself about it doesn't make any sense." "You really think it's no big deal? And I didn't choose it?" "Yeah, you're my bro and I'll love you no matter what. And no, you didn't choose it. I have a friend who's gay and has confided in me a lot. He's done the research and everything, you were born like that. Tough deal sometimes, but it's OK, and it's not your fault." "Really? Which friend?" "I can't tell you that, not a lot of people know and being a gay young adult in this town isn't something you advertise. Dad's not the only one who could join that leg of the KKK if there was one. OK, Mr. Caine hit dad? What's that about?" "Well, before I came home, I was hiding at the mall in the movie theater, fell asleep and had nowhere to go after they closed. I wasn't planning on coming home but really had no choice at that point. Mr. C came and picked me up and brought me home. Dad exploded and he reached out to grab me, Mr. C said it looked like he was going to rip my arm off. So he hit him. Knocked him out with one punch." "Yeah, I can believe that. He's not a guy you want to mess with if you get him mad. He doesn't look that big, but carrying all that fire equipment builds you up. And I hear he was a linebacker in high school and college. Not a wimp by any stretch of the imagination. OK, so I get why, in his confused mind, dad may have wanted revenge. But damn, shooting a guy, and the wrong guy? That's hard to believe, even for dad." "He was drunk too. He's getting charged with DWI, destruction of property, making, um, terrorist threats, and attempted murder. And who knows what else by the time he gets to court." "Damn. I wonder where he got the gun. I never even knew he had one." "I don't know either." "And finally, it being your fault. That's like the man in the moon thinking it's his fault for the titanic hitting the iceberg and sinking." "What the fuck does that mean?" "Yeah, you see how silly it is. One thing has nothing to do with the other. Dad's the one with the problem. He's the iceberg that sunk the titanic. The moon just happened to be out at the time. I.E. You were just there, nothing you did had any bearing on what happened. Him being anti-gay was his problem even long before you were born. And watch the mouth." Unfortunately, our family's the titanic. "Sorry, everything's been so fu, screwed up the last couple days, I haven't been thinking straight." "Well that's because you're gay little dude. You won't think straight ever again." (Laughing) "Thanks for making me laugh. I haven't done much of that lately." "Hey, tell you what. You can laugh at me any time you want. Now get over here and give me a hug. We gotta go wake mom up for pizza." Maureen (Monday morning) I better call in late so I can go to the arraignment. Ring ring. "Carrie? Hi, it's Maureen... I'm OK. I just wanted to let you I'm going to have to start my shift a little late today. I think I can be there 12, or at worst 1." "Don't worry Maureen. I figured you'd need some time. I already talked to Geri, she'll cover today." "Oh, but Carrie, I'm really going to need the hours now with Phil in jail." "We figured. She'll swap shifts on Thursday, you were supposed to be off and she was working." "That will help. I'm going to need to talk about going full-time. I'm not even sure that will be enough. Hell I know it won't be, but I gotta do something." "Sure, we'll talk tomorrow if things are settled enough for you to come in. I'll see about getting the ball rolling on a full-time spot. I can't make any promises though." "Yeah, I understand. Things will have to be settled for me tomorrow though. I'll need the money." "I understand. See you in the morning." "Bye." Phil "I really need the handcuffs to walk upstairs to court? Give me a break." "Sorry sir, just following rules." "Whatever" (Upstairs) "State vs. Phillip Lassiter." "Will the defendant please rise." Why, so it's easier to kick me in the ass? God, this is so fucked up. "You've been charged with possession of an illegal firearm, firing a weapon within city limits, driving while intoxicated, destruction of property, endangering the welfare of a minor, making terroristic threats, attempted murder, and resisting arrest. Quite a menu. Mr. Reynolds, do you have anything to share before the prosecution presents their case?" "No your honor." (Quietly - but not quietly enough) "What about the asshole assaulting me?" "Mr. Reynolds, does your client wish to speak?" "Um, no your honor." (Quietly) "Just be quiet, you'll only make it worse." "Mr. Stevenson, your summary please?" "Thank you your honor. The charges are all quite straightforward. The state has witnesses for each of them, most importantly the police witnessed the attempted murder and the threats. Mr. Lassiter threatened to, quote, 'kill all you damn cops and blow the station up.' Since the attempted murder was made on an individual not the defendant's actual target, the state would request bail be denied, for the safety of the other party. We will also be requesting the maximum sentence for each the charges due to the sheer number of illegal actions. Except of course making terroristic threats. That will have to be decided in Federal court. He's also lucky he didn't actually hurt his son, that would have added a hate crime to the list." "What hate crime?" "The son is gay, your honor." "Thank you... Mr Reynolds?" "Thank you, your honor. The defense will argue the DWI, destruction, endangerment, terroristic threats, and the attempted murder charges and plead no contest to the others." "I understand the defendant will be pressing assault charges against a Roger Caine. Mr. Stevenson, does the state expect to take action on that?" "No charges will be brought, your honor. The assault was a case of defense of others resulting from the child endangerment action." "Very well then. I believe there is enough to warrant going to trial. Trial date will be 9 AM, six weeks from today. Bail is denied. Please take the defendant back into custody. Next case." I gotta wait six weeks? And stay in jail? I hope this lawyer knows his stuff and can get me off at that time. Although so far he seems like an idiot. I don't deserve this. None of this would have happened if that asshole Roger didn't assault me. And they're not going to charge him? This is such bullshit. Maureen "I'm happy they won't be bringing charges against you Roger. But like I said in the moment, I'm glad you did it." "No problem Maureen. My biggest worry was bail actually, I never thought anything would come from the assault. You, your family, me and my family have nothing to worry about for at least six weeks. Phil can't bother any of us." "Completely, I won't even accept any phone calls from him from jail. I know the younger two won't. He may get lucky enough and catch Steven at some point, but if Steven does decide to talk to him, I don't see him being very civil." "Call us if you need anything Maureen." "Thank you Linda. I'm going to go home now and be with my kids." "Bye." "Goodbye." Next up - "Planning the Move" 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. LRW