Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2011 10:17:03 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 01 (NEW family saga - two boys coming of age) The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 01 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % A young family saga expanding from elementary school, through college and over a lifetime, as two young boys journey into gay adulthood. % Wallon-Claude Fletcher-Van Dam. It was a mouthful for anyone to say, especially a second grade teacher with more than a handful of students. When first introduced, a few days after the school year began at the private institution, the mother insisting on her son being referred to as Wallon-Claude, so when he matured into adulthood, Wallon-Claude could follow in his father's footsteps and achieve the status of an actor of the stage, boasting a distinguished calling thereof. However it wasn't to be, not the teacher at fault. Like any school environment, `short' was the `in' thing, `Robert' becoming `Rob' or `Bob', `Jonathan', `Jon', `Michael', `Mikey', `Jason', `Jase', and soon, `Wallon-Claude' shortened to plain ole `Wally', at the discretion of Wallon-Claude's classmates. For quality purposes, at parent-teacher conferences, Wally morphed back to Wallon-Claude, when reporting how pleasant a young man he was, always getting along with the other boys in the class, doing superb brain work, showing leadership among his peers, even assuming the role of arbitrator during heated moments of disagreement, at which time the teacher would allow things to progress on their own level, everyone receiving a valued lesson in citizenship and how to behave and work out things in a civilized society. "Oh I am so very happy to hear such good news about my Wallon-Claude!" Mrs. Fletcher-Van Dam would exclaim, throwing her two hands together, making a clapping sound, then rising up out of her seat. Ms. Hunnicut did the same, got out of her seat, but not in such a dramatic manner, more than less, provoked by her student's mother. It was one parent-teacher conference she was more than happy to get out of the , sighing a deep exhale when Mrs. Fletcher-Van Dam was escorted out the door. But for now she had to still put up with the interrogation, choosing her words or response carefully. Held in what was to be a secluded area of the room, neither parent, nor teacher, could hear one of Wally's friends comment, "You're mother's weird!" Not able to dispute the fact, or rather wanting to provoke a confrontation over such a trivial matter, Wally agrees, "I know." But he couldn't let Tyler get off the hook, "But so is your mother!" "Is not!" Tyler differed. "Is too!" Wally stood his ground. Then came the mar on Wallon-Claude's record, the two going at it on the floor, teacher and mother breaking up the wrestling match. All the kids were amazed though as Wally didn't get cussed out by his mother, rather Mrs. Fletcher-Van Dam putting on the teacher's shoulders, "I will let you deal with this matter Mrs. Hunnicut and I am sure, since you have already admitted my Wallon-Claude a role model per se for the class, this other little hooligan is properly disciplined?" `Oh wow!' Wally was thinking. Already at a young age he was thinking how he could get away with `murder'. It wasn't meant to be though. After his mother left, both he and Tyler were marched right to the principal's office. It wasn't too bad though, being talked to. Even leaving Mr. Kiernan's office, Wally and Tyler seemed to forget why they were there in the first place. First and second grades flew by without incident, the two nurturing their friendship with activity and doing homework together. During their third year of elementary school, whenever a project arose, Wally and Tyler would volunteer to pair up. It wasn't until fourth grade the two, who had by this time become very good friends, put two and two together. Playing dodgeball out on the school field, Wally had made what seemed like the play of the game, his foot heaving the red rubber ball straight through the legs of two boys, the third boy getting hit in the knee. The ball ricocheting off his kneecap, sailing through the air, they cheered... Silence broke the bough of the noisy fourth grade boys, rushing to Mr. Astopolis' sides as he lay on the ground, clutching himself with both hands. "Oh my God Wally! You hit him in the weiner!" "I hope I didn't break it!" Wally exclaims, squatting at the gym teacher's side. It had been Astopolis' first reaction, preservation and realizing the circumstances, it being a cusioned ball, the other, a man among boys, he instantly composed himself and rearranged his painful outcry, brushing it off as nothing at all, "Back to the game!" Back in the makeshift lockerroom, cubby holes lined a wall where the boys left their shoes and pants, donning sneakers and gym shorts. As the others changed and hightailed it off to lunch, talk surrounded their coach. Monopolizing the conversation, Tyler says, patting Wally on the shoulder, "I don't think you broke anything, because if you hurt Mr. A's thingy, he woulda said something." "Still doesn't make me feel too good," Wally replies. By this time the last of the boys had headed off to lunch, the time spot which came after the forty minute athletic period. "Ya know, if it made you feel better Wally, you could tell Mr. A you're sorry?" Wally liked Tyler's idea, which made him speed up the action, tie his shoes fast and stand. Ready for action, Wally says, "Ready?" "Who me?" Tyler asks, pointing to himself. "You're my friend, aren't ya? Besides, you came up with the idea?" Seeing Wally's point, plus feeling a bit glowing because he was being heralded for thinking it up, Tyler replies, "Yeah, okay." So, down the corridor, a left at the wall and to Mr. Astopolis' door they pranced. Wally was all ready to knock, when Tyler says, "Wait a minute!" "What?" Wally asks, his fist in the air, all ready to call attention to their gym teacher. "I hear something." Sure enough, Wally turned an ear to the door and heard it too, saying, "Sounds like Mr. A is out of breath!" "No," Tyler differed. "He's still getting out of breath. Listen!" Again, Wally listened to the door and sure enough the two heard sounds of panting, like an animal running away from a predator. Without knowledge of certain things, Tyler guesses, "He must be doing pushups." "Or jumping jacks?" Wally comes up with. "Nah. I don't hear any jumping." Wally asks, "Maybe he didn't hear me knock?" "You didn't knock!" Tyler returns. "Oh. Yeah. That's right. Should I?" "I guess," Tyler says. So Wally knocks and as he does he hears, instead of a pleasant welcome, Mr. Apostopolis yell out, "Oh-h sh-h-h-hit!" Thinking something terribly wrong, Wally's hand is on the knob and Tyler's shoulder against the door, the two barging in on the gym teacher, yelling, "You alright Mr. A?" He was alright, alright. More than alright. However, looking at the two fourth grade boys intruding on his privacy, things were `not' alright. "Don't you boys know how to knock?" he said to the two with heightened anxiety as he mashed his wet cock and balls back into his sweatpants. Regardless of their lack of politeness, nor answering Mr. Apostolis' question, the two were filled with curiosity, Tyler asking, "Mr. A, what's all that white, gooey stuff on the floor?" Moving it with the toe of his shoe, Wally observes, "Yeah, kind of slippery." And because the two walked in just as Apostolis reached orgasm, sending jets of cum out of his long, thick cock, Tyler asks, "How come it wasn't all yellow and watery?" Fresh out of college with only a year of teaching under his belt, the twenty-five year old athletic teacher hadn't time to think things through, so advises the two, "Go home and ask your fathers!" The rest of the day, including lunch, the two boys weren't into eating, nor their studies. Even Miss Burns noticed it, asking if the boys thought they were coming down with a cold. Good thing about the boys, not only did they attend a private school for their sexual gender, but they lived within two blocks of each other. After the small yellow school bus let them off at the end of their coiffed neighborhood street, the two walked the treelined road. "Are you going to ask your dad?" Tyler says, thinking if Wally did, he wouldn't have too! Stopping and leaning his back against his favorite oak tree, Wally says, "I feel kind of weird asking him. Besides, my dad is in the city. He's an actor you know?" "I know," Tyler replies, but this `thing' was on his mind more, so badgers, "Why don't you ask your mom?" "Ugh... um... uh... I don't know." Wally tries weaseling his way out of it, "I think you should ask your dad." In a dirge, Tyler replies, "My dad's a minister, remember?" "I remember. So? If he knows the Bible it must make him pretty smart, so he should know?" "Ya don't understand Wally. Every time I ask my dad something he always tells Bible stuff back and I have to stand there for fifteen minutes and get bored!" With gumtion Wally replies, "Well I don't feel right telling my mom we seen Mr. A's weiner shoot out this white stuff all over the floor!" It then occurs to Tyler, "Hey, I wonder why Mr. A was making so much noise?" Wally reasons, "Probably because it hurt? Remember he got hit there with the dodgeball!" "I hope you didn't ruin anything," Tyler concludes. "If something was coming out of his weiner, even though we don't know what it was, probably it's okay." Tyler says, "Yeah, but it wasn't all runny and yellow so maybe there's something wrong and the way Mr. A was screamin'," he perceived the ecstatic panting, "he could be hurt?" "I wish we knew," Wally says with frustration. Hearing a buzzing lawnmower, Tyler suggests, pointing diagonally across the street, "Hey! I got a great idea! Why don't you ask Jason?" First thing to come to mind, Wally asks, "Why me? Why don't you?" "Um, because," he tried thinking up a good reason, swaying Wally with, "because it was you who kicked the dodgeball that hit Mr. A between the legs?" "I guess," Wally replies, still feeling a bit guilty. A twenty-two year old college student, Jason Perry had taken on landscaping in the summer, waitering in the cooler temps. At the end of May it seemed like June, so he didn't see anything wrong with shedding his heavier clothing and wearing a flimsy tank top with his regular work pants. Too, he could get a way with it, boasting a six pack on his muscled frame. Often Jason would stop and catch some rest, while talking with the two boys. "What's up guys?" Wally was wondering how to open up this topic, thinking being friendly first. However, Tyler jumps the gun and says, "Wally has something to ask you Jason." Smiling, Jason kind of got the feeling this was `man-talk', saying, "Need some advice about the `ladies' in your life?" He giggled. It's a topic neither really discussed. Right now thought it wasn't up for grabs, Tyler saying, "No. Wally has a question about the thing between your legs." "Will ya shut up, Ty?" Wally reprimanded him. "My legs?" Jason asks, looking down between his legs, thinking he forgot to zip up. "Not your legs," Wally replies. Again, Tyler opens his big, fat mouth, "Mr. A's legs." He saves Wally a lot of words, spilling out, "Wally hit him with a dodgeball right between the legs and..." "I didn't hit him. I kicked it and it bounced off Philip's knee and hit him." "Still, you hit him, Wally!" "Guys, guys..." Jason averts a squabble. So, leave it to Tyler to override how it happened and jump to the conclusion, as he perceived it, "It was hurting Mr. A so bad he squirted all this white stuff out." Silence prevailed, Jason thinking on it. A college student, he was much wiser in these matters and it piqued his curiosity of how and why the two boys caught their teacher in masturbation and how the two boys witnessed him jerking his wad. Too, as he thought about it, it did make Jason feel kind of horny. Trying to think how to handle this he first says, "Well if I were you, the first thing I would do is not say anything about this to your parents?" Tyler left little room for Wally, saying, "But Mr. A said we should go home and ask our fathers." "But my dad's in the city acting," Wally says. Tyler interjects, "And my dad... I don't feel like asking him." Jason well knew Tyler's predicament, because he went to the church his father preached at, so assured him, "No, you don't wan't to do that. Trust me!" "We do," Wally replies. "That's why we came to ask you." "No," Wally put his two cents in, "it's because I told you to come ask Jason!" Laughing, Jason says, "You guys are too much." "So what should we do Jason?" Wally inquires. "Like I said, don't tell your parents." With inside knowledge of the identity of `Mr. A', Jason replies to them, "Why don't you leave it up to me and I'll take care of it?" "Really?" Wally asks. Tyler seconds it, "You'll do that for us so I don't have to ask my dad?" "Sure. No problem." With that out of the way, Wally asks, "Hey, Jason?" "What?" "How do you get all those ripples?" "These?" Jason asks, holding up his tank top so the boys can count the lines of his six-pack abs. Tyler asks, "How can we get them?" Jason replies, "Everybody already has them. Wait till you get older, but as you do get older try to keep from getting fat. Once you get fat then you have to do a lot of exercise and weight lifting to get rid of the fat. Probably the best time to start weight training is when you get into high school." A little more interested, Wally stay behind as Tyler took off for home. Tyler's family was a little more keen on a timetable than Wally's mom. Most of the time when Wally arrived at home, his mom was out at some Yoga class, meditation meeting, or her `shrink', of which he didn't fully understand, other than being a doctor and doctors were for making you `well'. "Can you show me some weight lifting stuff, Jason?" He really had to get his last job for the day accomplished, but at the same time thought Wally was being cute, wanting to max out his muscles, so says, "If you'll help me finish up here?" The fourth grader asks, "Should I go home and change my clothes? "No. Here. This is what we'll do," Jason said, instructing Wally to take off his tee shirt. While Wally divested himself of his logo white shirt, `Worthington School', etched in thread, Jason lifted the tails of his tank top and tore it off overhead, saying, "Here. Slip this over your head so you don't get dirty." "Oh nice!" Wally says, putting the `muscle-man' shirt on over his own bod. Two strange things, and he thought of these almost simultaneously, Wally felt like a real muscle-man, clenching his arms in an upright pose and two, he didn't mind the smell of Jason's sweat at all, in fact thinking it kind of `sweet-smelling'! "How do you feel? Fits okay?" "I feel like a muscle-man like you, Jason!" Wally replies with excitement, again holding up his arms in L shapes and flexing his small biceps. More, Wally loved looking at Jason. Pushing the garbage can along the street, Jason filling it with leaves, he began to work up a sweat. However, it was not only himself he was thinking about. His main focus was watching Jason's muscles move under his skin as he bent over, straightened up, and as he hurled a rake full of last year's leaves into the can, he notices more than the six pack. "Jason?" "Yeah?" he says, stopping a moment to wipe his brow. "That thing." "What thing?" Jason asks, looking down upon himself, because Wally nodded towards him. "Well it's wet now, but it was dry before. Do you think I'll get that little wormy thing that goes to your bellybutton?" In his own circles, Jason knew it was a treasure trail, but didn't refer to it as such, generally reacting, "Everybody grows differently. Some guys are real hairy and others are not. It's hard to say if you will ever get a trail..." and realizing he's slipped, "I mean..." "Is that what it's called, because it looks like a trail, Jason?" Wally said with eagerness to know. "Yeah," Jason replies, a smile adorning his lips, "but can you keep it a secret and not let anybody know I was the one who told you?" "Oh sure Jason. You're my best friend." As they continued their work, Jason asks, "I thought Tyler was your best friend?" "He is, but you're my best big-guy friend." "Thanks," Jason replied, "I would consider you one of my best friends too... my best `little kid' friend!" "Really Jason?" Wally replies with renewed excitement. "Hey, you know what Jason?" "What's that?" "I like wearing your shirt." Finishing up, Jason cracks open a water, a second one for Wally, "Here. You must be thirsty." And then for conversation, "So, you like wearing a muscle-man's shirt, do you?" "Can I tell you something weird Jason?" "We're best friends. You can tell me anything Wally." "I can't tell Tyler everything." Agreeing, Jason says, "Yeah, Tyler does have a big mouth, but don't you tell him I told you so!" "I won't," Wally says, chuckling along with Jason. "So, what's the weird thing you were going to tell me?" Smiling back at Jason, Wally now felt it kind of embarrassing to mention. Jason reminds him, "Remember, we're best friends. You're not going to mention this incident with Mr. A, and you're not going to tell Tyler I said he had a big mouth, so what's the big secret now?" When Jason mentioned `big secret', it hit Wally with a vengeance. What was originally on his mind sunk down into second place. However, he still proceeds with reluctance, going back to original thoughts, "I know this is going to sound weird but I think your sweaty shirt smells good. Is that weird?" Jason sat on the curb, so Wally sat next to him. "I guess it's my turn to tell a secret?" "You have some?" Wally asks, with truthfulness. "More than one," Jason replies, "but about the scent of my shirt, you know sometimes after I've worked all day, I'll take my own smelly shirt and sniff it?" "Really? You like the smell of you too?" The way Jason took it, Wally was liking the smell of his sweat, but answering his question, "Yeah and it's something we have to keep a secret, because a lot of people would think we're kooks!" It made Wally laugh out loud, Jason doing the same. Forgetting he was talking with a fourth-grader, Jason says, "Wanna hear something even weirder?" "What?" Wally looks up to Jason as if it were his father giving advice. "I even smell my underwear." "You what?" Wally replies, his jaw hanging open. "I probably shouldn't have said anything but I do," Jason says, blushing a little. "Oh, I'm not gonna say anything. We're friends now. Jason?" "What?" Jason asks, thinking he's going to get another question about his cock-and-balls-scented briefs. "I wish I had a brother like you." "You would make a nice little brother too, especially because... well that doesn't matter," Jason replies with solemnness. "Did something happen to your little brother?" Wally detects sadness. Something did, but it wasn't only his brother's involvement, but his whole family. Not wanting to burden Wally with the reason behind it all, just yet at least, he brightened up his attitude and replies, "He was just so unhappy that I left home and went off to college!" With that, Jason jumps to his feet and adds, "And I need to get the truck back to the yard before they think I ran off with it!" Noticing once again the little `trail', now that Wally knew what it was called, dividing Jason's stomach and running what looked like right into his bellybutton and out the underside, he asks, "Now that we're friends, can I touch that?" Ready to do it, Jason grabs onto Wally's hand, just as his fingers are about to make contact and says, "No!" His reply was stern, both in action and word. "Sorry," Wally almost pouts back to Jason. "I'm sorry if I hurt your hand," Jason speaks with calm. "You didn't." Then, as if Wally really felt it, "I guess I wasn't supposed to do that, was I Jason?" "Every man should be protective of their own self, except to shake somebody's hand when you greet them," Jason explained, and with a sense of fulfillment in the manner in which he approached it. "Jason?" "Yeah?" Jason replies, sliding the bolt at the back of the truck and flinging the tarp over it. "When you asked before and I told you I liked the smell of your shirt?" "What of it?" he asks, tying a rope to the frame of the truck. "I have something I'm afraid to tell my mom and dad, but can I tell you?" Joking, Jason replies, "You robbed a bank?" "No," Wally says. Seeing Wally serious and he might have made a miscall of character, Jason bows on one knee and says, "We're friends. What I tell you stays with you and what you tell me I won't tell anyone else. Unless you want me to." Taking the biggest step in his life as a fourth-grader, possibly his whole life, and showing trust for someone whom he has never deeply trusted before in his life, Wally takes a deep, deep breath and says, "I don't think I like girls." An interval of time stood still for moment for the two, Jason thinking, `Damn, is he saying he's gay?' He wasn't an authority on everything, so brushes it off as, "Of course you don't. Guys your age are kind of in the mid-stages of life. Forget it for now though, because when you hit junior high school you'll be..." "No!" Wally cut him off, like telling Jason he was `wrong'. Caught off guard, the twenty-two year old says, "No?" "Jason," Wally stutters, "I don't know if this is right, but I kind of don't like girls because.... I think I like boys more?" With saying, Wally backed off as if he was going to get smacked for saying it. Instead Jason smiled. "You're not mad at me?" Wally asks. Then, referring to `before', Jason says, "No, because that's the reason my family is mad at me. And... because I don't want you to get the wrong idea that it is `wrong' or think people will not like you just the same," Jason pools all the reasons together from his own family experience, "and think of something foolish like run off..." With a big look of exclamation on his face, Wally asks, "Is that what you did Jason? You runned off away from home?" It took awhile for Wally to sort things out in his mind, thinking about Jason's family being mad at him and then the reason, "You you don't like girls and you like boys, too?" Stooping down to Wally's level, Jason says, "It's called being a homosexual... I like to be called `gay', but a lot of people will call us queers." "What does it all mean?" Wally asks. "It's all the same," for now, because Jason was in a hurry, "but what matters right now Wally, is we both keep our ends of the bargain." "What bargain?" Wally asked with a sense of knowing, but also excitement, because he and Jason now had this new bond between them. "We both don't like girls, but like boys. Some people will not like it that we are different. I could lose my job and I don't mean to scare you, but it could give you trouble in school with your mates, if they knew you didn't like girls, liked boys instead. So you have to really swear not to say anything and if you do, it's only between you and me. Understand?" Because Jason was saying this so sternly, like something his mom would warn him to do or not to do, he replies, "Cross my heart and hope to die," he crosses his heart! "You don't have to go that far. Just don't tell anyone." Understanding, Wally now jokes, "Not even big-mouth Tyler?" Knowing he's kidding, Jason replies, "`Especially not' big-mouth Tyler!" And neither of them mentioned what was passed that day, onto anyone, at least for the time being. % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....