Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2011 14:20:17 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 11 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 11 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % It seems Gary was quite the collector of toys. Not anything you would find in a kid's toy store, but rather those found online or an adult book store. Right now Jason was face to face with one, as he bust into the cabin shared by Michael and Chip. "How long have you had that torpedo up your ass?" Jason asks, walking around the bed and lying down next to Michael's eagle-spread bod, tethered at the top and bottom of the bunk. "Can you hold it for a minute, Jason?" Michael says. "Oh... oh yeah, sure," Jason replies, looking up at Chip, the eighteen year old holding his cock. Beginning to stroke furiously, Chip replies, with gasps of air in between, "This'll only take a minute. I'm close... oh fuck so-o close!" "And you?" Jason asks Michael. "I'd like to be," he threw a hint. Reaching down between Michael's legs, Jason granted the twenty-five year old's wish. It wasn't enough, Jason's hand merely clasped around the tall stalk, gripping and massaging, Michael next requesting, "Can you work the plug?" "No problem," Jason replies, his hand falling below Michael's balls and moving the black toy. He had noticed, it sucked in to the handle and when trying to retrieve it, to sock it back in, "Shit! It's so fuckin' tight!" Meanwhile, Chip, sweating like a hog, announces in raised voice, "I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm fuckin' coming!" "Oh shit!" Jason cried out, releasing cock and butt plug and jumping off the bed to keep from getting his bod soiled. "Ohh-h-h," Michael whined. How he would have wanted to feel his cock stroked while Chip's cock juice shot out of the tip of his teen cock like a waterfall and intermingled with the light covering of chest hair. Jason, stroking at the delight of seeing the white goo, tons of it, puddling in the middle of Michael's chest, too massages his semi-softness, joking, "That's not going to rust out the clamps is it?" In a world of his own, Chip was too busy secreting the last drops of his cum, to pay attention to such trivial matters. Michael, instead of answering Jason, condemns him, "Can you just `do me', Jason?" Misinterpreting it, Jason says, "No problem Mikey!" Running away to take care of himself, into the small loo, Jason smiled, walking over to Michael's split legs, grabbing hold of the butt plug and yanking it out. After growling like a bear, Michael yells, "I didn't mean that you bozo!" Holding the juiced up butt plug in his hand, liquid running down the sides, Jason replies, "You didn't?" "I meant jerk me off, stoopid!" Looking down upon himself, Michael had wanted to do it, but for obvious, his arms stretched and quartered above his head. "Who are you calling stoopid, stoopid!" With a flick of his wrist, Jason tosses the gooey butt plug onto Michael's chest. "Jason, you shit!" Michael complains, the butt plug splatting Chip's shaft-cream onto his lips. "You want to jerk off? I'll give you something to jerk off about!" "Ow-w-w-w!" Michael cried out, feeling the cuffs tear at his ankles, as Jason knelt on the bed and lifted his ass. Just enough to fit his hard cock in sync with the stretched hole, Jason comments, "I hope it's not stretched too far. Dammit if it's not a tight fit!" Reality hit with suddenness, Michael wondering too, "I hope it is." Running through his mind was, if it was too loose... right away, his fuck buddy at the studio would pick up on it right away and in his mental anguish, exclaims, "It's not too loose is it?" He found out, Jason, without further hesitation, shoved his 9c in at battering ram force! Michael found out without a doubt he was still `tight', having to arch his back at the harrowing stretch. "Oh yeah!" Jason yelled, giving Michael a `double-punch' when his back arched. "Oh damn Jason!" Fully immersed in Michael's ass and pumping away, all he could answer to Chip was a loud, "What!" "Here, let me make it easier on you." Unfastening Michael's ankles from the foot of the bed, Jason thanks him, "Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh fuckin' yeah!" However, what was poor Chip to do, the eighteen year old starting to feel hard all over again? With Jason at Michael's ass, he chose the other alternative, forfeiting the clean feeling from his quick shower and slapping his ass down onto Michael's chest. "Shit!" Michael yelled out, almost getting his eye poked out, Chip's cock the poker. Not the sole annoyance, Chip felt the result of feeling one of the nip-clamps dig into his ass. A horrendous feeling of pain shot through Michael's bod as Chip released his nips, compromised by the awesome feeling of Jason working over his ass! % "Are we almost there?" Tyler asks for the eighth time. "Almost," David replies from the helm of the car steering, like he did starting at the fourth time Tyler asked. Silently, it seemed like only Tyler and David kept the conversation going. On one hand, Fletch still had it on his mind, `David' being with them and doing what a family would be doing, instead of Jason's presence, the `other' father figure. As for Pieter, he tried like hell to keep his mind keyed in on what Michael and Tyler talked about, but was often distracted by guys on the sidewalk. "Dad?" "Hmm," Pieter half-consciously replied to Fletch. He finally gave up trying to wonder and presented the question, "How come Jason isn't coming with us?" Switching his gaze from barechested boys, he first came in contact with David's eyes and tiny smile. Like asking for help, David picked up on it right away and tried steering Fletch off course, "Aren't you enjoying having me along?" "Of course, but I thought," Fletch stuttered, wanting to respond in a manner which would not put David down. However he couldn't. Could not even think of how to express himself, so relinquished to, "Never mind." "Nice try," Pieter smiled at David, but moved his bod so he could confront the boys in the back seat, zeroing in on his son, "Listen Fletch, I know you like Jason very much and he's your best..." he hesitated, upon remembering Tyler was with them, "adult friend and we all like him, but would it be so bad having David around and whenever you want to see your friend, Jason can come over whenever he wants?" Fletch wasn't the only one thinking on it, David set to pondering Pieter's words. Sure, `back at the ranch', Pieter had mentioned liking him very much and for now it set him on a soul-searching trip. "I suppose," Fletch sulked. Softly, even though probably Fletch could hear, Pieter turns to David, saying, "Your turn." Assuming a lot here, David asks, "If you would like, you can spend the summer or a part of it with me and work at the marina?" "Work? I'm only ten year old!" Fletch exclaimed, even though it sounded like a fun idea. "Almost eleven," Tyler reminded him. "Yeah, I suppose," Fletch conceded. The only one not getting it, David asks, "When's your birthday?" Tyler jumps the gun, "Fletch's birthday is on the fourth of July. Lucky, isn't he?" "I would say so," David replies. "My birthday is on Christmas eve, so I guess that makes both of us special!" It made Pieter happy at least, thinking David said it only because he would be around to help celebrate. "That's so nifty!" Fletch replies. "You're so lucky David!" "Oh? How's that go?" David replies, looking at Fletch in the rear view mirror. "You get double presents!" "Oh ma-an!" Tyler whined, seeing it Fletch's way, "You're so lucky David!" Because he was still facing the back, between the gaps in the seats, his right hand was not far from David and it became a cinch to pat him on the thigh, quite dangerously close to his zipper area, replying, "He is!" % "Oh... oh.... oh man... that was so fuckin' hot!" Jason replies, falling forwards after pulling out and blowing his load all over Michael's pubes and stomach. Since Chip was working on completion of Michael's blowjob, Jason couldn't stretch out completely, so `rode' on Chip's back. Strange, Chip asking, "Jason?" He questioned the twenty-two year old's integrity, Jason licking at his now sweaty shoulders. "I know." Michael wanted to express, `Somebody want to take care of me?' but his mouth was full. Feeling really weird, Jason uprights himself, his ass lingering over Michael's shaft. He asks, "Chip, you into getting fucked?" Stopping dead, his cock right up against Michael's tonsils, Chip replies, "Haven't been... yet!" Taking it as a `no', but a strong urge to know the feeling, Jason sneaks up behind Chip's back. Still unsure, he teases out the info, "I wonder if you're as tight as Michael?" He got his answer, Chip replying, "Only one way to find out, huh?" Not only a reply, but over his shoulder, Chip show a curious look, grin attached. It didn't stop there, Jason fucking Chip, Chip's cock driven by the thick, long cock butting up against his tight ass, the repercussions making his cock dive down Michael's throat. Michael was really wondering if he was going to wind up dead of asphyxiation, choking, but loving the feeling of a teen cock lodged in his throat, losing thoughts over having his cock stroked. However, he got what he wished for, and Jason would question this later, wondering why on earth, after shooting his second load, he sat back and let his ass drop onto Michael's shaft! % "We're here!" David shouted out, answering Tyler for all the times he had popped the question along the route. "Awesome!" Tyler replies, seeing the sign, `Rockbottom Marina Park'. Forgetting about Jason for the moment, Fletch shared his friend's excitement, "Are there rocks on the bottom?" "Last time I looked!" David replied. Hoping maybe he can get in on some of the action, Fletch asks, "You go swimming here?" Pulling into a parking space, a metal sign lettering, `Dr. David La Luz, Assistant Director' stare them in the face. "Doctor La Luz?" Pieter says in a formidable manner, meant to compliment. David replies, "Not yet, but the director of the marina insists. I'm only a few credits away from my doctorate and he jumped the gun." "Can we get out?" Fletch asks. The boys knew, in a strange place, not to go `gung ho' and jump out of the car. "Let's go!" David replies. It was follow-the-leader from there on in, `Dr. David' in the lead, the two boys centered between him and Pieter. A short weaving through cars and they set foot inside the double glass doors. Tyler's first reaction is, "Smells fishy in here!" He accepted Fletch's observation, "Fish!" he points straight ahead at a huge tank, "What do you think?" "I think he's onto something," Pieter tells David. "Bright lad," David returns. "Ready to see `the big guys'?" There were a few other visitors in the lobby, but David held the key, a plastic card, which brought them into the back drop of the `fishy place'. He turns right around, cornering the three up against the door from which they had entered, cautioning, "I have to ask you pay attention to one rule in particular and not to stick your hand into any tank. Do I have your word on that?" Fletch right away replies, "Cross our hearts and hope to die!" Pieter was slowly acknowledging this as one of his son's catch phrases, saying, "That goes for me too, David!" "Well okay," David gave a fake cough, along with giving Pieter the once over. However, as they rounded the corner, Pieter was quite astounded, "Oh I'm so glad you're here David," he is taken by the arm, a half-naked man hurrying David through the room. "What's up?" looks back, his hand motioning for his guests to follow. "Looks like we have a small crisis on our hands," speaks as fast as he is walking. "Oh no. Not `Killer' again?" "Yup. Jumped the wall and now he's terrorizing the poor dolphins!" "Who's killer?" Fletch asks, when they reach their destination. "Where'd you come from?" The barechested man asks. In doing so, he skips over Fletch's head and looks at Pieter, staying there a moment. "We came to see the turtles," Tyler informs him. David makes the formal introductions, "Guys, this is the director of Rockbottom Marina, Dr. Cris Ekert." Dr. Ekert shakes Fletch's hand, then Tyler, each introducing themselves. When he comes to Fletch's father, "Hi. I'm Pieter van Dam." Taking Dr. Ekert's hand, "I'm heard a lot of about you Dr. Crisekert." Dr. Ekert stood there for a moment. Bright-star Fletch asks, "Don't you have a first name?" him too thinking like his father, it all one name. He didn't want to burst out laughing, rather replying, "Why don't you just call me Cris?" David sets the record straight, "Cris is the first name, `Ekert' the surname?" Courteously Pieter replies, "Oh well, forgive me for being such an idiot Dr. Ekert!" Fletch replies, "We forgive you dad, now can we get on with seeing the turtles, David?" David leads the boys, Cris and Pieter following. Cris first comments to Pieter, "What a little wiseass!" Knowing this would sting, Pieter replies, "Fletch is my son." Ekert says with embarrassment, "Oh my, isn't that a kick in the balls!" One of the five or six movies Pieter did with the porn studio, he was subjected to being tied eagle-spread. He was more an extra, one of the `props,' `hanging out'. The real stars were chosen on merits of enduring the mixture of pleasure and pain, so he could relate to Ekert's rendering, "Whatever turns you on, doc!" Too, one of the little outtakes, one guy had go off script and tweaked one of the actors' nips as a joke, so Pieter didn't feel any reluctance to do the same! "Oh-h-h-h!" Cris replies to the purple-nurple! He then touches Pieter's arm, holding him from catching up with David and the kids, "I don't get mad. I get even!" For a better part of the morning, the kids hung with David and even though Dr. Ekert had other matters to attend to, he felt so bad about no one paying attention to Pieter, so made a call and then took it upon himself to become Pieter's private chaperone! % It was abrupt, Michael and Jason staring at each other face to face, Chip giving up his seat, his ass on Michael's chest, announcing, "I gotta go." He didn't even put his clothes on in the same room, rather gathering his shirt, pants and sandals, making a quick exit. As for Jason, Chip's sliding off of Michael's chest was just as impromtu, Jason finally falling forward. Not only did his bod soak up Chip's goo, but his own mixed in. First words out of Michael's mouth wasn't about Chris leaving, nor Jason's bod pounding against his, "I still didn't cum?" A half smile, Jason replies, "Are you still in the mood?" Still with his upper half tied to the bed, Michael dictates the order, "Make me!" Not sure about this, especially since Jason had jacked off his man juice twice, wasn't really in the mood. Sitting up, his knees straddling Michael's bod, he replies as he scratches his head for inspiration, "Make you, huh?" "Yeah and if you wouldn't mind, Chip took one of the clips off my nip. Mind doing the other?" Recalling forty minutes ago, Jason asks, "You're not going to scream bloody murder again, are you?" "I don't know," Michael replies. "It's one of those things `you don't know till you try it'?" Not preparing Michael, in an instant Jason goes for the clamp clinging to the left nip and removes it. "Oh-h-h-h-h-fuck!" Michael shouts, squinting his eyes. "Powerful hips. Do you work out?" Jason joked about the bumpy ride he got. Settling down with a soothing, "Oo-o-o-oh," Michael replies, rubbing his thumb over his nip, "that's smarts!" "Reminds me of somebody I know," Jason quips. "Somebody you know is into bondage and discipline?" Michael questions. "Former roommate, except he was into doing stuff with his balls," Jason replies. Then he's disturbed when something pokes him in the ass, "What was that!" "I must have sensitive nips," Michael replies. Shaking his head, Jason stares at Michael a moment, watching his thumbs and index fingers busy at massaging his own nips. Shimmying on down Michael's bod, he says, "You keep tweaking up your nips and I'll take care of delivering your load!" That's how it went, Michael working his already sore nips and in no time he was bucking his hips again, his own load on top of Chip's and Jason's! % "So," Cris stirs up some nosy conversation, "you and David. You boyfriends? Lovers?" "I think that's our business?" "Well!" Cris replies dramatically. "However, since your a friend of David's and so you don't take away his private parking space, "No. Neither. We met yesterday on the beach and we're friends." "Oh goody!" Cris replies, rubbing both hands together. Waiting for the punch line, Pieter pretty much guessed what was running through Cris' mind. "Oh?" "Nice of David to give me a chance of sweeping you off your feet!" Knowing almost as soon as he met Cris, his preferences, Pieter replies, "You're gay?" Lying, Cris says, "Oh, didn't I mention it?" "Don't play dumb with me, Cris!" Cris replies, "You saw right through me, huh?" Eyeing Cris up and down, at least to where his treasure trail dipped below his swimsuit, Pieter compliments, "You keep yourself in nice shape." "You think so, do you?" Getting right to it, Pieter says, "I think you're kind of hot!" He follows it with a killer smile. In truth, Pieter had begun admiring Cris ever since his barechested bod waltzed into the room, crowded with fish tanks. Interrupting them, David, who had wandered away, returns with the boys, shouting, "Hey Cris, what's the emergency? Killer's in his own tank." "He must've jumped back!" Cris replies. The boys, begging to go back and take a look at the baby whale, quickly dragged David from the hallway, though he managed to get out, "Just remember Cris... I saw him first!" Putting his theory into play, Pieter says, "Could it possibly be you made up that wild goose chase so you could be alone with me and try to seduce me, Cris?" "The very idea!" Cris differed. They smile at each other, Pieter asking, "Well am I right or am I right?" "You found me out. So... what are you doing for dinner tonight?" He should have been angry, deluding him in such a way, but instead Pieter smiles, thinking of only how cute Cris was being, especially with the muscled physique and bulging swim suit keeping his temper from turning into a boiling pot. % "Ooh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uu-u-u-h!" Michael carried on as Jason continued stroking him, his cum bubbling over, sliding down each finger of his stroking hand. "You sure can carry on enough Mikey!" "Ooh... ooh... oh that was so, so good!" Jason laughed at him being such a predictable character. Along with saying, he got up high on his knees and then slapped his bod down on Michael's chest, another splat of cum smashed between them. "Do you have a thing about cum?" "I would rather think you do, Mikey, with liking your ass and mouth reamed?" "For your information, I `meant' all that cum saturating your bod hair?" "Don't got much," Jason leaned to one side, rubbing his hand over the blond follicles on his chest, chasing the slime around in a circle with his hand. Things weren't as innocent as they seemed, Michael tugging at his wrist bindings in order to stick out his tongue and take a lick. "You pervert!" Jason replies. "Take one to know one!" Jason says, "I'm not the one who bound you to the bed, Mikey!" "No, but I don't see you untying me!" Michael giggled. Loosening Michael's wrists, he set him free. "Now your turn!" Michael said, wrestling Jason, pitting the fucker's back against the sheet. "You're not going to fit those bracelets on me!" In short time, a few seconds, Jason found out it wasn't Michael's goal. Getting the upper hand, Michael began getting Jason's cock and balls psyched up, his tongue sucking nip, then working his way down Jason's bod, making it all clean again! % He wasn't at the marina for himself, so when Cris tried to put the moves on him, an idea not foreign to Pieter, it being a plot hatching over and over in the porn film industry, he bowed out, backing away as he diverts to, "I wonder how David and the boys are making out?" "Hmm," Cris says in a sly manner, turning one eyebrow up, the other down, "trying an escape from the foxes lair?" he admits to the scene of seduction. Pieter replies, "Aha! So you admit it?" "In your line of work, I would think it common place?" Pieter doesn't recall himself, nor David saying anything about his profession. However, the case could be the possibility he has seen one of his flicks? Crossing his arms over his chest, Pieter concedes, "Which movie are you talking about Cris?" Approaching Pieter, Cris replies, "All of them?" Another step closer, "I'm a very big fan of yours, you know?" Trying to fend Cris off, "And I suppose you hoped to live out every last detail of every film I've ever made?" "Too bad we don't have your costar here. Would've been sweet, like in `Cheesy Doodles', how you and him got down on your knees, each taking on a ball sac, servicing me tenderly?" He made it obvious, Cris hand clutching at his pubes. Laughing, Pieter says, "If you're trying to intimidate me Cris, it's not working." Turning down the hallway, "I'm going to see what David and the boys are up to while... you go take care of `that' thing!" His eyes peer downwards. He meant the bulge, which Cris had just this second released from gripping. Snickering, he replies, even though Pieter is out of sight, "Would have been sweet. Real sweet!" Reaching the place where David and the boys wandered off to, Pieter stood there, a spectator to the three, the adult luring the kids back and forth along the long, clear tank, as if metal attracted to a magnet. "Hey, what's happening guys?" "Dad!" Fletch rushed over to him, grabbing his hand, "You gotta see this!" Tyler adds in, "Wherever David goes, Killer follows!" His mind on Fletch, Tyler and Killer, he also thought about David and what a jerk he was, caving in to Cris' `seduction scene'. Here he had everything he's ever wanted and more, coming back from the city to be with his son. Who would have ever thought there would be a bonus in the package, David hitting it off with Fletch. Now all he had to do is reciprocate with a `get along' attitude, instead of allowing distractions, like Cris get in the way. % 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.....