Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2011 10:45:14 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 13 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 13 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % From their long day at the beach, then a longer day spent at the marina, the kids were ready to conk out. As for the adult men, Sean waited, seeing what the outcome would be as far as sleeping arrangements went. If an invitation wasn't set forth, there would be no problem heading back to the college dorm. "If you wouldn't mind driving us home, since `home' is a shorter distance than the marina?" Pieter proposed the idea. "Sure. Tomorrow I can come pick you up and the kids can spend another day at the marina. Fine with me," David accepted. Still Sean kept his tongue to himself. Same restaurant, because they also served up homemade ice cream, it lit a fire under the boys, them suddenly dodging the `sleepies', vim and vigor returning. Too, after slurping down their ice cream sundaes, they made it to the lobby and back, once again emptying hands and pockets of gumballs upon the table. "I thought you said they would be tired?" David poses to Pieter. Pieter shrugs his shoulders as the three perform their chasing act again. Under the table this time, David asks, "By the way Sean, I know you have an hours drive back to the campus. If you're too tired, you can sack out on my sofa?" Pieter wasn't sure about this, maybe sensing a bit of jealousy, but let it ride, because in reality he liked Sean too and found himself overly willing to go along with David's plan! Sean going along for the ride, he sat in the back with the kids, like them, falling asleep. Fletch's head fell to Tyler's shoulder, Sean's head keeled over onto Fletch. Awakened when they hit a bump, Fletch felt `something' more than the car jumping, his face brushing into the top of Sean's hairy head. Keeping it to himself he figured he would ask Jason sometime, the next time he saw him, what it all meant! Still awake when reaching the house, it could be seen from the driveway the hullabaloo which was going on inside. Too, the driveway and lawn was littered with cars, David barely fitting inside the gated drive. "Was the party going when you left?" David asks. "No. I had no idea," Pieter replies. "I better take a look," he exits the car and heads into the residence, now overseen by Berk. "I'll go with you." They left the three `kids' in the back. Entering the house, a silence suddenly came over the party, then someone shouting out, "Oh shit! It's Jared Seaman!" A rush to door by the drunken and horny lot, David had the intellectual ability to think this was not good. Bunching up the back of Pieter's shirt, he hauled him along, taking exit. With the front door slamming shut, David kicked a tall tree, set in a cement planter down, as a barricade. At least it bought him some time, the sex-crazed partygoers tearing through the screen, yelling stuff like, "Fuck me Jared! Fuck me Jared!" By the time the herd of animals reached the end of the drive, David was out of there. "Is there some reason why you're going eighty miles and hour?" Sean leans forwards and asks. "Yeah," David replies, "if I drive any slower I'll never make it home in time to take a leak!" Half asleep, Sean accepts the reason, "Wha? Somebody say somethun'?" Pieter laughs. Then stops as red lights start flashing. "We got company!" % Even though he would much rather stay and play, he opted out, Garrett `forcing his arm', him giving in to go get something to eat. "What about your brother?" "What about him?" Garrett replies, backing out of the drive like an expert, serpentining the parked cars. "Don't you have to stay and make sure he doesn't get into trouble?" Backing out the driveway, Garrett replies, "Barrett's a big boy. He can take care of himself." Something wasn't right here, Jason replying, "I thought you said you were at the party because you had to watch out for him?" Smiling, one which Jason saw because it was precisely at the time a car passed them head on, "I suppose it's confession time." "Let me guess. You're really a serial killer and you're driving me to your lair where you're going to drug me, string me up in your private dungeon, torture, then kill me?" "Sounds like `X-Frame'." "X-Frame?" Jason questions him. "The porn flick with Joel Pounder and Jared Seamen. Well, Jared was really an extra, bound and tied eagle-spread in the dungeon. Mark Dipper and Trystan Bill were the real actors, along with Joel. Only problem was, instead of a lot of good ole torture, they overcrowded the script with a lot of sex." Nervous, Jason asks, "Good ole torture?" Not a stranger to the bdsm lifestyle, Jason wanted to make it clear he was more into good ole gay-sex! "Don't get me wrong. I'm not into that kinky stuff... well not too much. I have to admit after Trystan Bill gives Mark Dipper a whipping on the back, seeing their big cocks dripping, it turned me on." Attuned to where he was going with this, Jason says, "Like maybe you wanted to be in Dipper's place?" "Oh not at all. I was thinking more of Trystan Bill." With a hint of doubt Garrett says, "I think?" Drawing off what one of his elder relatives often repeated, Jason says, "Curiosity killed the cat!" "Huh?" Garrett didn't get it. "Curious. Many young guys your age go through it," Jason delivered the idea put into young men's heads, him lending guidance at the ripe old age of twenty-four! "What were you `curious' about at my age, Jason?" It being only two years ago, Jason didn't have to think back too far, replying, "Your age, huh? Let me think on it a minute." Seconds later, Garrett, on edge, like a man anticipating a nice, thick, juicy cock, "Time's up!" "That was no minute!" Jason quips. Driving, Garrett had to pull to the side of the road, such was the ensuing, interesting conversation. "Okay, go ahead. Take a minute, but want to hurry it up?" As it went, it didn't take Jason a minute to say right out, "I would have to say my most curious moment had to be `about' two years ago when I was your `young' age, when this guy in a 4x4 passed me in the street while I was cutting up a big limb which had fallen off a tree." Already picturing it, Jason bare from the waist up, sawing away as the sun beat down on him, sweaty like a hog, "I bet you were something to look at and he stopped and backed up?" "Something like that, only he parked at the side of the road and walked on back." After a quick laugh, Jason explains, "He really looked hot in his Carhartt construction suit, rugged to say the least, but he didn't come right out with anything which would suggest anything suspicious. Rather, he asked for directions to the interstate." Another laugh, this time to show he wasn't stoopid, "Hell, I could see right through the dude!" Garrett could see right through Jason's story, "He didn't stop to ask directions, but to check you out at a shorter distance?" "Precisely. Beginning with the familiar phrase, `You work out?' I could tell right away this was headed in a certain direction and it wasn't to the interstate!" Skipping ahead, Garrett asks, "So he picked you up and then what?" "Well not before I thoroughly checked him out. On his way home from work, he said he got lost, losing his bearings following detour signs." Up until now Jason was beginning to get some `jollies', retelling the actual happening. He supposed Garrett would feel something as he continues, "One thing led to another and by the time he and I knocked off chopping up the branch, I had found out all I needed to know." "Which was?" Smiling, Jason wasn't doing it to reflect on his story, but rather spotting Garrett's hand slip in between his own thighs. "We wound up at his place, where he stripped out of half his Carhartt's, which gave me a birds-eye view of what I was looking for." He was leading Garrett on and his plan worked like a math test, Garrett doing the asking, "Which was?" Answering, which is what drove Jason's nads on, plus Garrett doing `something' between his legs. Cutting through some of the bullshit, Jason tells, "When we got to his place it was a stalemate. As I stood there in his makeshift dungeon, which was made up of mainly a sling, a rough cut, padded workbench and a couple of sawhorses, I knew if I didn't make my move, I would wind up over one of those sawhorses. It was the kind of thing, fight for the upper hand or be lower man on the totem pole." "So, with you being a total top," Garrett made the story roll on, his hand engaged in pleasuring himself, his 8c working its way down his pant leg. "Almost total. I would say about 98%." Secretly, Garrett play up to Jason as the lower man on the totem, but his long range plans had Jason far below him in status. "Anyway," Jason took a deep breath, "it being either him or me, I made sure it was me, giving him a hefty punch in the stomach, whereas he doubled over. It made me laugh." "A true sadist?" "Nah. When we were sawing up the branch, I took notice of his muscled bod, the full pecs, dotted with pink nips, showing through his dark brown matted hair, the stripe dividing his worked out abs, the trail lending a hand for the eyes to follow. I had guessed already he could have overpowered me, what with the taut abs and muscled biceps, but was waiting for me to make my decision." "What was your decision?" Figuring Garrett wanted to hear it from his lips as he unashamedly and without inhibition now moved the palm of his hand up and down his inner thigh, "To dominate or be dominated?" Garrett knew it an almost direct line from `X-Frame', Joel Pound, Trystan Bill and Jared Seaman's `sex and torture' movie, but veered off, "So you dominated..." Looking for a name, Jason provides, "Bill." He laughs, after providing a name. "What's so funny?" "You're gonna laugh at this one!" In suspense, Garrett momentarily ceased his hand action, "Tell me!" Again, a snicker, Jason finishes prolonging his secret, "Would you believe it was Trystan Bill, before he became such a hotshot porn star?" "No-o-o-o-o!" Garrett produced the jaw-dropping reaction. "Yeah. Before he made it big in the porn industry, he lived in this dinky little cottage on the edge of town." "Forget the architecture, Jason. What about you and him in the basement?" Making it obvious he had noticed Garrett stroking his big one, not that Garrett was hiding it any longer, Jason replies, "You're not going to shoot your cream down your pants leg, are you?" On a lark, Garrett answers back with a question, "Why? Are you going to let me dominate you when we get to my place?" Not knowing which side of the fence each were playing, Jason says of it, "Why don't we wait till we get to your place?" "Cool!" Garrett replies, starting up the engine, using both hands to steer, makes a wide arc in the road and making a nearly three hundred and sixty degree turn, pulls into a driveway, jamming a foot on the brake. "You live here?" Jason questions. In the early morning hours, the half moon still sat in the sky. The dense foliage didn't present much in the way of a dwelling place, but Jason knew the meaning of a security gate. Pressing a unit above his visor, Garrett says, "Yeah and it always happens." "What happens?" "Whenever you want the gate to open fast it takes its own sweet time!" It only made Jason laugh, aided by Garrett tooting the horn impatiently. "Isn't one of your neighbors going to call the cops on you for disturbing the peace?" With Garrett smiling, Jason knew he was about to get a wiseass answer and he was right, Garrett saying, "If they do I'll handle them the way I handled the cop who stopped us for going eighty!" "Every cop isn't gay Garrett!" "They don't have to be." Somehow Jason was getting the feeling this all wasn't new to Garrett. Too, after quoting so much information from porn movies, he got the impression Garrett figured fictitious ideas would always work in a reality world. "Explain?" "The cop has my number. You saw. I didn't have to force it on him?" "Every cop isn't gay!" "I know," Garrett replies, finally picking up some speed as the iron gate closes behind them, "but it doesn't really matter if they are or aren't. Straight guys like an adventure just as much as gay ones." This time it was Jason visioning a recent gay movie he saw, "Let me guess. `The Log-rolling Contest?' Joel Pounder, Trystan Bill, Jared Seaman and a cast of thousands?" Stopping in the culdesac of a sole building, Garrett replies, "I must've missed that one. I'm sure it wasn't in Barrett's collection. I thought maybe you were talking about `Chopping Wood In The Shed?'" "Good one too," Jason agrees on the idea, "but can't even come close to Joel's ass-pounding, no pun intended!" "Really? You've got to tell me about it. No! Wait! Don't tell me. We've got to get our hands on a copy!" Garrett replies excitedly. "Or," Jason cracks an evil smile, "we could recreate the script?" Since Jason knew how the movie progressed through the multi sex scenes, it would leave only one recourse where it came to pitcher and catcher! % Two o'clock in the morning, the boys fast asleep, left the trio of friends all snuggly in the bed. For a little while, Sean caught Pieter up on what David already knew, "Yeah, that's the breaks, but as David has informed me, I'm not the only one who has gone through family rejection and `ejecting', because he's gay." "Sad, yeah I know. I sympathize with you Sean," Pieter says, his arm under Sean's head, which made the teen into into the pocket of his armpit, making it easy to bestow a gentle kiss on his forehead. Lying almost fully on Sean, David says, "Like I said when I first heard you tell the story, me too." Not being able to reach Sean's face, David gave him a peck on his midchest region, where the stripe down the teen's bod originated. "Thanks," then delayed, "to both of you. I feel real comfortable with you two." Smiling in the almost darkened room, David says, "How comfortable?" "If you want me to suck you David, you know I will, but I'm kind of tired?" Slipping off Sean, to the kid's right side, Pieter gave up his hold on the sleepy eighteen year old. Rolling over on his right side, Sean assumed an almost fetal positioning, his hand feeling up his own cock and balls. "What's this about Sean sucking you, David?" Pieter's curious mind inquiring, especially when he had suspicions about Sean's explanation? "Well," David pauses, then shows his intentions, "before we get into anything serious here, I should tell you..." After a slight lull, Pieter interjects, "Oh so this is where the shit hits the fan,huh?" His fingertips brushing over the newly formed follicles of Pieter's two day old shadow of chest hair, David overrides the stab at humor and confides, "Something Sean left out of his story, when I took him in, it was `before' he had registered for college. As you can see this is a small house, which has only one bedroom?" "I get the picture," Pieter replies. He looks over David's shoulder when he hears a short snort, then proceeding, "You shared your bed with Sean. Nothing wrong with it as I see it." Cutting right to the chase, David renders, "If word got out I was sleeping with a seventeen year old, it would mean the end of my job, let alone my career?" "My lips are sealed," Pieter replies, reiterating something Fletch would say, "Cross my heart and hope to die! Besides, Sean is eighteen now so you have nothing to worry about. By the way, you two didn't get too intimate did you?" David, who not only play with the scratchy stubs of Pieter's chest hair, the other hand lending to work him up to something more, he replies, "Not even as intimate as we are now?" "Yeah, well you do anymore cock-handling than you are doing now, you're going to force me to get `very' intimate!" Next morning, the alarm clock, the boys trying to find bowls, spoons and cereal in the unfamiliar kitchen, caused such a commotion it at least rustled David out of bed. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen in only his day old underwear, he says, "Why don't you guys help yourselves?" Seriously, Tyler replies, "We are!" Stepping into the small kitchen, David sits on third of one of the four chairs, "I see you've found everything you need?" Goofing off, Fletch holds the cereal box and sarcastically says, "Really David.... Cap'n Crunch?" Shunning off any responsibility of eating a kid's cereal, David says, "I have it for little sea urchins who happen to spend the night!" Grabbing away Fletch's already fixed cereal and milk bowl, he asks, "Where's yours?" Fletch smiles. Giving up his bowl, David unsuccessfully tries returning it. Too late, as Fletch has already gone to the cabinet which houses the bowls and with one knee up on the sink counter, reaches for another. Confident, especially since the two have managed to reach two bowls, David says casually, "I see you boys have found your way around the kitchen?" Kids! Tyler feels no reluctance saying, "Yeah, but your refrigerator stinks!" "It does David," Fletch rubs it in. "Worse than Killer's fishtank!" Dramatically David holds his right hand to his bare pec, like pledging, "No! Not that! Not Killer's tank!" Knowing David is joking, the boys laugh it up over his antics. However they are suddenly confused, looking at each other after two sleepyheads offer, "Good morning guys!" "Got an extra spoon?" Sean asks, bending over Fletch, his tee-shirted chest hitting the top of the kid's head. Meant to shame him, Fletch responds, "This is kid's cereal!" A look to David, earned Fletch a `death stare' back, which made him laugh all over again. Such was the case, it got Tyler into the spirit. "I don't care if it's a kid's cereal!" Sean says, grabbing the box of Cap'n Crunch and with handfuls, eats like a sloppy mongrel, "Yum!" It made the kids silly, copy-catting Sean, reaching for handfuls. "Uh-oh!" Sean says, still in a happy go lucky mood, "went down my shirt," he pulls the collar of the tee shirt away, looking down into the cave of his chest and stomach. "Want me to get it?" Pieter teases. Picking up on it, thinking it funny too, Fletch says, "I can help too!" Lifting the bottom of Sean's shirt, Fletch reaches in and paws over Sean's stomach. "Nope! Nothing there," Fletch replies. Tyler notices Fletch's dad and David exchanging glances, shrugging their shoulders and forgetting about it. As for Sean, he lets it go right over his head and carries on with eating some cereal the civilized way. Life carries on, breakfast going along, even though unplanned, but for Fletch it didn't turn out to be an ordinary, everyday breakfast, his mind partially dwelling on feeling up Sean's tummy-trail, his mind wandering, doing some quick math, figuring out where did three guys sleep when there is only one bedroom! % Both in the jon at once, Garrett volunteers forth, "I had a good time last night." "You mean this morning?" Jason replies, looking at his face stubble in the mirror. "Hey, you got a razor and some shave cream?" Reaching in between Jason's arms, Garrett positions both hands on his hairy pecs, thumbs lined up perfectly with his nubs. "Ooh-h-h-h-h!" Jason sighs as Garrett's thumbs draw little circles around his nips. Because his head fell back, like Jason was looking at the ceiling, Garrett moves his head to where his chin rests on Jason's shoulder. "I love taking care of you." "I love the blow job you gave me last night." "This morning," Garrett corrects. "Yeah, whatever, you have some way of working a man's privates with your talented tongue!" >From teasing Jason's pointy nips, Garrett stood behind and embraces Jason with both arms, a smile appearing on his face, his own humor, thinking how things could change for the better, Jason servicing him in more ways than one. With hands rubbing up and down his bod. "I thought maybe I meant more than a hot blow job to you?" Through the reflecting mirror, Jason and Garrett's eyes met. "Got that shave cream?" Jason replies, avoiding the issue. "You're worse than Joel Pounder!" "Joel Pounder? What does he have to do with it," Jason replies, twirling around till he faces Garrett. "After he finishes fucking Jared Seaman in the torture-thriller, `There Ain't Nothing Like A Dom', he says nearly the same thing, professing his love to Jared?" "Love? Now wait a minute. Hold on there," Jason signals `stop' with both hands. "Since when does a guy in a relationship skip over `friendship' and `boyfriends'?" A key word, Garrett caught on, "Relationship? Cool!" Like giving up, Jason exhaled and dropped his hands. Retracing his words in his mind, Jason recalls, "I guess I did say that, didn't I?" Was it a Freudian slip or was Jason subconsciously bringing up a thought he buried, thinking it unreal to think such a thing? "You did. Do you regret it?" Staring deep into Garrett's eyes, something shook his very soul, him uninhibited pushing it out. Not wanting to believe it possibly, Jason twirls back about to face the mirror and honestly states, "I'm not sure, okay?" "Cool!" Garrett replies, thinking things as going positively. Next thing on Jason's mind was whether he was serious or not! % 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.....