Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2011 08:49:20 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 21 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 21 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Sitting there in the sauna, Jason was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob, by a man, self-sworn to being straight, yet sucking him and running tongue up and down his barrel better than most `gay' men. At times Jason would fall into a more relaxed position, reclining, which in turn would jut his pubes forwards. A barfing sound would alert him to going too far. Like shaken out of a sound sleep, he would immediately sit up and question, "Okay?" He smirked, both thinking of not suffocating his cocksucker, but also on the same page, how it didn't phase Garrett in the least to have his windpipe blocked off by a plug of man-meat! Jason went back to his relaxation, but this time other thoughts flooded his mind, suddenly lost in the past. He pictured the scene of himself and Mac coming upon the accident on the road. Right off, his mind skipped some pages of the story, bringing him from looking through the dashboard, to the moment right before he applied CPR to Kjartan's lips. He could have been mistaken, but the power of suggestion can sometimes move a person in strange ways, the feeling coming over Jason that he had a mission. "I think I'm gonna come!" It was Garrett's intentions of pulling off and giving Jason the courtesy of unleashing his load down his throat or up his ass, but the chance never came. Instead, Jason's load flooded Garrett's mouth and he swallowed as quickly as he could, but the surprising moment left him gagging. Normally, as has been in the past, if Jason really enjoyed the sexual encounter, which occurred nine out of ten times or more, he would lay back and relax, enjoy the burning embers. However, because of his short reverie, he was up and heading for the sauna door, making sure of course Garrett hadn't succumbed to the flood of semen. Garrett even questioned Jason's quest to take flight, "You're in hurry?" As he stood there in the doorway, accidentally sending a strand of goo dripping in a sinewy manner from his cock, "I've got important business in the city." "Oh," is all Garrett said, in a disappointed tone as he lay on his ass on the marble tiles. "But thanks," he left Garrett with, as if one of his tricks, more hit and run, than stay and enjoy some post workout cuddling. His clothes were at the opposite end of the pool, so the logical thing was to walk down the steps, taking a flat dive. As soon as he stepped in the water, lights came on around the circumference of the pool. "Classy!" he remarks before stepping down three steps and taking his leap. He swam to the other side and crawled up a ladder. "Towel?" Jason looked to the sauna. It had to be at least eighteen hundred feet, then at Garrett. He then realizes him being a good sport, "You're not mad?" "Would have been nice to do a little cuddling," and in the same breath, "um, by the way, don't let on to the others about me... you know..." "I suppose you have your reasons," Jason says, taking the towel and drying himself. One by one Garrett handed Jason an article of clothing, but before he put his shirt on he nuzzled up to Garrett, in a hug. "I'm all sweaty... you're...." No time for disagreement, Jason forced his freshly watered down front to Garrett's sweat soaked bod. He quit saying, "Oh by the way, you're pool lights went on." "I know. I've got to get it fixed. Sometimes it doesn't go on at night. Go figure!" Garrett replies. % Fletch, seeing Caleb pick up each aquarium and take it inside a shed, decides to help. However, even though they were only five gallons a piece, he dropped it. "Oh no! I broke it!" Both could hear the sounds of the glass, Caleb rushing to Fletch's side and barking, without blame, "Are you okay?" "I'm okay. I think," Fletch looks down upon himself. "Almost okay," Caleb says, seeing a little red blotch on Fletch's leg. "C'mon, we better get that taken care of." "It's only a scratch," Fletch bravely replied, switching his concern to, "I broke a tank." "Tanks can be replaced." The two sped right out, at 5 mph, along the path which led to the main marina complex. "I'm gonna pay for it with my money." "I'm sure Rockbottom Marina has a fund for things such as this," Caleb responds. "But I got plenty of money. I can buy anything." "Don't be so hasty to spend it Fletch. A little here and a little there and before you know it it's all gone. You have to think what is really important." "Oh," Fletch says. "I gotta think about this." For all of one minute Fletch deliberated. Key moment, Caleb looks to Fletch, him peering at Caleb, Caleb saying, "Any thoughts to share?" "I think I should pay for the tank, but after that I'm not going to spend any money for," as Caleb put it, "this or that." "Wise man," Caleb replies, brushing his hand over Fletch's shaggy hair, stopping the jeep at the same time. "Now let's get a bandaid put on that leg!" First day on the job, Caleb hadn't made the rounds. Too, Fletch had never been to the infirmary, which catered more to beasts than man. "Hey doc, we've got a casualty of some aquarium moving here." Fletch thought right away the doctor could stand neck and neck, in the running for `best looking guy' at Rockbottom Marina. Too, he wasn't oblivious to watching the interaction between Caleb and... "Well let's take a look at it," the bearded doctor said, squatting down. Caleb squatted as well, "He got nicked by a tiny shard of glass I assume." "It's not much," Fletch diagnosed himself. "Yes, but around here," the doctor easily got to his feet, "little incisions can lead to big infections if not properly cared for." Because Fletch sat on the concrete floor, Caleb did the same. Like he already observed, this wasn't meant as a waiting room for humans and there was no convenience geared towards a guy waiting to be cared after. He wasn't sure, but thought the doctor `looked' to Caleb, before quickly returning his attention to his victim. Humorously, because Fletch didn't think he was in any serious distress, silently called the doctor's attention to himself, `Hey! It's me you're here for! Not Caleb!' "How brave are you?" "Huh?" it started Fletch and before answering, responds, "I'm Fletch and he's Caleb and I can be brave..." he gulps, seeing the clear liquid being poured over some cotton, because he knew this could provide a wallop, if it were the same substance his mother used, "I think!" "Be brave!" Caleb half-joked. Fletch was brave, but more, when Caleb showed concern, he put his arm around Fletch and his bare chest touched his shoulder. It felt weird, sweaty and wonderful! It made him forget all about the peroxide... almost, but the owch was short, especially when Fletch picked up on Caleb's nip rubbing against his arm. It made him look at Caleb. Mistaking Fletch's curious behavior of a nip touching his skin, Caleb thought it meant he wanted a hug, saying, "It's going to be all right Fletch!" He tapped Fletch's arm with the opposite hand. Fletch `knew' it was going to be, not feeling hardly anything but the sweaty fibers of Caleb's chest on his arm. "Thanks," he replied, feeling guilt of the fact he felt Caleb's bod on his and he shouldn't be having feelings such as this for the teenager, he disregards mentioning anything, jumps up, "Ready to get back to work!" Caleb laughed, seeing the doc squatting with the bandaid all ready to apply, "Fast job curing him, doc!" After applying the bandaid, the `doctor' rose up and only then realizes, "By the way, I'm Jake Fadi." Getting used to calling everyone by their first names, Fletch says, "You're a good doctor Jake. My leg stopped bleeding and it hardly hurt when you fixed it!" "I'm very glad of that," Jake replies, "since I am not a doctor!" "Faker!" Caleb joked. Taking it in stride, Jake replies, "I guess I am at that!" Exchanging the next question at the same time, they both ask, "So what is it..." "You first," Caleb says. Having an inkling, because he had the feeling Caleb was asking, "I am the `Director of Aquaculture' and you?" "Impressive," Caleb replies, "I'm a mere `Aquarium Educator.'" While the two gabbed, Fletch was fascinated by the interactions. Right now he hadn't known whether Caleb was gay or not and now tried to figure out if Jake was as well. Figuring on the two hitting it off so well, they at least would wind up friends. Because Jake was answering some questions about his directorship, Fletch found out, by way of Caleb popping the quickfire questions regarding Jake's education, that Jake was twenty-seven, which made him `lots' older than Caleb. He was from `Doo-buy' and worked in the ocean with `orgranisms'. Fletch thought it a little boring waiting around, until he spotted some jars on the shelf, which made him want to barf because they weren't fish swimming around, but parts of fishes. He reapplied his attention to Caleb and Jake, finding out they were probably gay because they were talking about doing stuff after work today. Though, it going off like a lightbulb in Fletch's head, he remembers Jason saying something like, `just because two guys are friends, doesn't make them gay!' Finally he heard Caleb mimic, "We better get back to work." Jake smiles, saying, "Me too, before they fire me!" Fletch remedies, "Than you can become a volunteer like me!" % Jason made his way up the corridor to the dingy restaurant. Come to find out, they were going out of the restaurant business at this location. In a few months the building would be razed, the property becoming an extension of the back properties, the fence going as well. With new plantings and a brick wall, it would add a more attractive division between private and public sectors. Inside, Jason followed Garrett's directions to a tee, walking in the back door, taking the stairway to the right, which came out to a hallway, then the first doorway on the left. Opening the door, he came upon what he sought after. There Dalki was, being spooned by a guy he hadn't met, Dalki spooning Kerry. All were sleeping. As he made his way around the bed, Jason sensed the place reeking of after-sex. Too, standing at the side of the bed, he didn't know how to go about disturbing guy on either side of Dalki, without awakening either. "Hmm," he got no reaction after tapping the unknown dude spooning Dalki. Skipping over him, he reached over for Dalki, stirring him with a heavy tap to the shoulder, "Dalki', whispered. "Ah, the man of my dreams!" "Huh?" Jason says, his bod bent over. No choice in the matter followed, because it happened all too fast, Jason feeling a pair of hands cinched around his waist and his bod slapped down to the bed! "What tha?" "You're the man!" "What man?" Jason replies, right in the dude's face. "The man of my dream. I just left you. Remember?" "I'm here for Dalki," Jason replies, doing a slight pushup, which he hated to do because the eyes he was looking into were so damned blue! Giving Jason a tough time rebounding from the bed, he says, "Oh c'mon. Stay. I'll give ya a blowjob?" Assuming this was the `other' brother, Jason replies, "Your brother just emptied my balls." "How old are you?" "How old am I?" Jason returns. "Yeah. How old are you?" "Twenty-four. Why?" "I'm twenty-seven," he replies to Jason. "You're younger than me. You've got to have at least one more load churning in your balls. Hey! Want to fuck me?" He could only imagine the steamy threeway Dalki has had with the O'Hay bro's, but his mind right now was set on Kjartan and getting to the city before nightfall. It was strange for Jason, something he would analyze for himself. Normally he wouldn't turn much down when a horny dude was after him, but now he felt like a man with a mission. "No, but thanks," he bluntly refuses. "I'm here for Dalki." But Dalki was no help, except to turn over the keys to his motorcycle, saying he would find his own way home. It must've been part of a hatched plan, either come to bed and join in on some `more' hot sex or take the keys he sequestered under a pillow. Collecting himself, Jason walked downstairs and as he stepped out of the hallway and into the restaurant portion of the building, Garrett was there, dressed in his chef outfit, holding a white bag. "A little something for the road?" He had told Jason to stop on his way back, but Jason was not sure of anything his future would hold after his trip to the city. % "When are we going to eat lunch?" "In a few seconds," Caleb replies, performing some delicate task at the model aquarium they had spent all morning setting up. Fletch stood there with a hose, slightly dribbling out water. His attention wandering to his stomach grumbling, the end of the hose wandered as well. "Um, excuse me?" "Oh!" Fletch exclaims, seeing the hose, like a mind of its own, had played over Caleb's legs and feet. "Sorry!" Quick as lightning, when Fletch pulled the hose away, Caleb's hand grabbed the end, lest the metal end would have targeted the side of the aquarium. "Oh no!" Fletch responds, "That coulda been my second aquarium I busted, but worse `cause you got water in it!" Sensing the dismay, Caleb squats and replies, "Could have, but lets not dwell on things which have not happened and on the future?" And on a lighter, more positive plane, "Like, the pangs my stomach is having when it wants something to eat?" "Me too!" Fletch bounces back, rubbing his stomach. Before leaving the area where Caleb would be addressing young aquatic students, he picked up his shirt and placed collar over his head, stabbing each arm separately. Fletch watched him, because he had a tough time bringing the dampened shirt down his abs. Snagged, he remembers Jason touching on the subject of checking a guy out, to `make up an excuse, any excuse, to get yourself off the hook', "Wow, you have a lot of stomach muscles, Caleb!" Laughing, a motive to hide his vanity, "Yeah, thanks, though I'm not exactly a six-pack-abs-freak!" As they walked to the canteen, Fletch says, "Jason said he would show me how to become a muscle-man someday, but I don't see Jason much anymore. Can you show me, Caleb?" As they approached the snack bar at Rockbottom Marina, Caleb says, "Muscle building doesn't only come from exercise, but by habits established from what a person puts in their stomach." Caleb had a funny feeling pop up as they walked up to the counter. At first, from a distance away his eyes trained on Brendyn Bark, the young attendant hired out of high school, but what he just told Fletch. Originally he was all set on a burger, fries and milk shake, but in lieu of the healthy aspect, he switched off to ordering, "Brendyn, I'll have," his mouth had watered for a heap of fries, but now he licked his lips, wanting Brendyn's lips! He quickly amended his desires, "Salad and a bottle of water?" "Coming right up!" Fletch could barely see over the counter, but became very interested in watching Caleb `watch'. It's like he was totally oblivious to Caleb, him `watching' Brendyn bend over and rifle through the waist height refrigerator. He just shook his head, thinking of Jason saying something about guy's bending over, about their pants following the curves of their ass and how much some guys really liked `the view'. He giggled at the very thought! "What?" Caleb turns with a startled reaction. "What?" Fletch replies all innocent-like. Caleb had a smirk on his face, lips slightly titled, arms folded across his middle, his damp tee shirt showing off the indentation of where his pectorals separated from the rest of the abs-anatomy, him saying, "You don't fool me a bit Fletch van Dam!" Appearing, Brendyn hands over two plastic containers, "Was that one or two salads?" "Two," Caleb replies, not breaking his eye stare. Handing one to Fletch, "here!" "Two bucks!" Brendyn `tries' to draw attention. It did, Caleb asking the eighteen year old, "Two bucks? For two salads and two waters? You're kidding, Brendyn?" He wasn't, Brendyn smiling because he hadn't dropped his name to the newcomer, but also, with inside information, "From the top boss, the assistant director's kid gets everything free." While Caleb was still doing the math, reflections on how the menu board read salads at $3.95 and him getting both that and the $2 bottle of water for $2, Fletch was gloating over Brendyn's words, `assistant director's kid'. `Wow!' he thought to himself, putting his own mathematical equation into perspective. Translating the `assistant director' to his very own `David La Luz', that made David very close to becoming a more important figure in his life. Right now nothing mattered, not even the grumbly stomach, but rather the fact in his mind of David, ever so close to becoming a `dad' to him! % 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.