Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2011 14:36:13 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 22 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 22 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Any other day of the school year, classes would end at three o'clock. However, summer would no be at all anything like the school curriculum and by three-ten in the afternoon, Fletch was dragging to the point, his shoulder would nudge up against whatever there was to lean on, his heavy eyelids sinking fast. "Um, isn't the idea is to get the water on the `inside' of the tank?" David's voice and taking the hose away from Fletch's wandering hand made the eleven year old alert, "Oh yeah. That's what I'm... doing." Even though he retrained the hose into the aquarium, David reached for the faucet, turning it off. Still, drops trickled out, Fletch saying, "I guess I'm done with that. What's next?" "Home?" David replies. Joining David at his side, Fletch asks, "Did Caleb go home?" "It's why I'm here to pick you up and not Caleb bringing you to the office. He and Brendyn, from the snack bar, have made some plans for this evening." Good David mentions this, it brought into view something on Fletch's mind and indirect at finding out things, "Brendyn says the assistant director's kid gets everything free." Well, David knew where this was going, but also he wanted to share some good news, so killed two with one throw, "Well yes, I told Brendyn it would be easier if he kept tally of your purchases, rather than having you carry around money all summer `and', other news is I will not be assistant director of Rockbottom anymore!" Looking at David in horror, "You mean I won't be seeing Killer anymore?" Smiling, because David got it, Fletch thinking he was leaving the marina, he enlightens, "Oh, you'll be seeing plenty of Killer and his girlfriend. You see, my boss, Mr. Ekert is taking a position at another aquarium and now I'm the boss!" David taps his chest with his thumb, adding a toothy smile. "Really?" Because Fletch was hooked on the `dad' idea, "Does that still mean your kid gets free food too?" "My kid," David rustled with Fletch's hair, stopping and lightly pulling at it, saying, "How about getting this mop trimmed up for the summer?" So, before they hit home, David stopped off at a salon he visited for his own haircutting needs. He explained, "Sometimes when you go to places people don't talk so nicely. You know what `four letter words' are, don't you Fletch?" "The `F-word' and the `S-word'?" "Smart lad. Well, Reginald has a tendency to forget there are others who have a much larger vocabulary and therefore don't resort to the `other' one. Know what I'm getting at here?" It wasn't funny then, but now, here with David, it didn't matter, Fletch divulging, "Once I told my mother to `shut-the-f-word-up' and boy did I get it!" David laughed, apologizing for doing so afterwards, but Fletch was so cute in saying it, him rendering, "Nobody's going to be swatting anyone around, but be aware not to pick up on any bad habits?" "That's what Jason said." "Oh? How's that go?" David raises the windows with a touch. "He said a lot of people do a lot of things, but what they do is not always okay for everybody else to do. You have to do what you think is right." David goes to says something, Fletch cutting him off, "But Jason says sometimes when we do stuff we think is right, it might be wrong. How do you know when it's right or wrong, David?" "That's a very tricky question. Let me ask, do you trust your father?" "Yup." "Do you trust me?" Answering, Fletch treated it as if a puzzle, "I think of you like you were a father to me?" It haunted David, but in a nice way, what he had said to Reggie Arnold, the assistant to he and Cris Ekert, joking at the time, about `free food' for `the assistant's kid.' Seeking to get himself out of it, he breaks the news, "Today I talked with a realtor and it may be possible the three of us will be living at a beach cottage for the rest of the summer. Just think, Fletch, you'll have your very own room!" "Really? My fish and me don't have to live in a closet?" David laughed, the same when Pieter had mentioned Fletch calling the tiny room, no bigger than a clothes closet. "Not at least for the summer! Ready for that haircut?" Sure enough, when the walk into Arnold's Haircutting Salon, there was a lot of loose language, his impression, "Yikes!" However, David was astounded when Reginald himself calls out, "There's a boy in the shop, so tone down your voices ladies!" Fletch looked around. There wasn't a woman in the shop! "Boy?" there showed up quickly in front of him, a young black guy. Then, he switches his remark, hand to his hip, exclaiming, "Oh Reginald. I thought you meant there was a `boy' in the shop!" All this was going right over Fletch's head, but in a way he thought there was some key, a mystery about the manner in which they said their words, like it was some foreign language. While Reginald tended to Fletch personally, he alluded to first meeting David and how he single-handedly whipped some guy's butt at a gay bar, who was badgering him and his friends. Too, he credited David with taking a streetkid, his nephew, Reggie Arnold off the streets and trusting to set him up in a nonexistent job at the marina. Same time, Reginald extended his condolences, "I can't believe that boy is up and leavin' you like that. He should have his ass...." Peering into the mirror ahead, Reginald remembers the youth sitting in his chair, "I mean he should be spanked!" Fletch laughs, saying, "You can't spank a man!" Some of the places Reginald play at, it would go against Fletch's proposal wholeheartedly, a man taking his pants down for the sole purpose of another man's strong hand or paddle making his ass red, both enjoying it. He wondered why Reginald just smile, without saying another word, Fletch figuring he would think on that one. Then is comes from Reginald's lips, "If you're looking for a substitute for Reggie, I have a nice young man in mind?" "Sandro!" Reginald calls out, the gold around his neck and bracelets on his arms jingling when he calls into the back of the shop. "Yo?" "Where's about that nephew of yours?" "In the basement, checking out the crack in the back wall," Sandro replies. "Forget that. Tell him to get his..." Reginald took a quick glance at Fletch, then in a more civilized manner, Tell Julio I wish him to come meet a friend of mine." Fletch smiled at his reflection in the mirror, knowing Reginald changed his way of thinking just for him! "You called uncle?" Already David was much-enthused, based on Julio's appearance. "Compose yourself, son!" Reginald said with dignity. In the process, Julio was trying to find out the front and back of his tee shirt, searching for the label on the dark brown shirt. Already though, David had summed up the beautiful bod, not muscled, but average in appearance. He glanced across the sweaty pecs, noticing the wet patch of hair in the middle of Julio's chest, the faint stripe down the middle and when he lifted his arms to put them in his shirt, it ironed out the wrinkles in his stomach, setting the strip of hair straight. Not a stranger to a gay guy checking out another gay dude, Reginald knew Julio had it `in the bag' on his bod alone! To break the ice, unintentional, Fletch, with his friendly nature, looks in the mirror and yells, "Hi Julio!" Reginald had trimmed Fletch's hair down to a nice little boy's crewcut. Julio, confronting Fletch for the first time, blames, "Reg, what do you think you're doing to this poor kid!" David stood to look, not seeing anything wrong, perhaps missing a bald spot on Fletch due to sitting, but nothing was amiss. "It's called a haircut, mind you!" Reginald assessed the situation regarding Julio's opinion. "What?" Julio replies, "Fifty years ago? Gimme that!" They had a tug of war with the electric clippers, Julio winning out. Reginald sat down next to David, in a huff. "Aren't you going to stop him?" David asks Reginald. "He knows what he's doing!" So, as Julio redesigns Fletch's head, cutting all around the sides, down to the bare minimum, trimming down the top, leaving it flat as a board, Reginald clued David into what Julio has been doing for the past five years of his life. Right after David learned of it, Fletch did too, David asking, "So, you were into topographic surveying for the army, Julio?" Adamantly, perhaps without a begrudging attitude, Julio replies, "Before they kicked me out for being gay!" Because Julio was always saying something, referring to it as being `cool', Fletch catches on, "Cool! You're gay?" Then, `gay' became the topic of conversation for he and Julio, Fletch naming everybody he knew in his life thus far who is gay and some little story which told about their life. "Must've hurt!" Julio replies, when Fletch tells about him and Tyler, punting the dodgeball which careened off his gym teacher's between-the-legs region! Stopping their chat about Julio, Reginald pointing out his superlatives, the two adults pay attention to Fletch's story. Julio thought this the worst scenario, his hands busy at trimming up Fletch's flat-top haircut, when he had had a strong urge to pocket a hand, based on what he thought of the tale Fletch was telling. Fletch concluded with leaving the athletic field. Upon telling it to Jason months prior, Jason had suggested leaving out the part about changing in the lockerroom and his friend and himself happening upon their gym instructor, `playing with himself'. "That's all there is to tell!" Fletch concluded, even though he well knew it wasn't all he `wanted' to share, sticking to Jason's suggestion. The others bought it, David realizing something. Sitting side by side with Reginald, he smiled and with a raised brow, after looking down to the hairdresser's lap, replies to Reginald's growing need, "Really Redge!" Of course David said it so Fletch couldn't hear. However, When Fletch reaches to the counter for the soda can he's been nursing, Julio turns and putting the hand with the comb in it up to the side of his mouth, makes like he's trying to tell secretively, "He's not the only one!" Flipping his attention right around to his customer, Julio says, "That's some story Fletch. I hope you were sorry." "We was," Fletch stretches the blame. "Finished yet there, Julio?" David says, standing up. He had to admit to himself, the others keeping it hush-hush, fact of having to readjust things a bit. Not that he was into kiddie porn, but the short description of Fletch's gym teacher feeling up himself, to make sure his hardware was still intact, gave him quite a stir. "All done!" Julio replies, whipping the towel from around Fletch's bod, sending shards of hair flying everywhere. "Oops!" he says, brushing David off. Of course it started out as a caring thing, Julio not wanting David to leave the shop and carry the strands with him, but David caught on quick, Julio smiling when he brushed the hair from chest and abs. "Uh, I'll take care of the rest, Julio, thank you!" "Sorry!" Julio responds, even though he wasn't too sincere, adding a courteous smile. "I bet you are." Reginald shows Fletch the goodie container, telling him to pick as many treats out as he wants. In the meantime, David reaches into his pocket and from a stack of business cards, peels one from the rubber band, saying, "If you're in need of career oriented employment, you may want to give me a call tomorrow?" "Work at Rockbottom Marina? Cool! Sure, I'll call, or if you want to I can just drop by?" David wasn't sure about Julio, but Reginald was always on top of things, generally speaking, and every referral which has been sent to the marina, each person has proven their worthiness. "We open at nine for business, ten to the public. Give me a call somewhere in between. Maybe you can come down and get acquainted with..." Eavesdropping, Fletch says, "Cool! Is Julio going to be working with me and Caleb?" "We'll see," David replies, though he knew Julio's job didn't pay much, but there was much work entailed, which would leave little visitation time. Walking out of the place, David asks, "How do you like your new haircut?" "Short!" Fletch says, fanning his hand over the top of his head. Unintentionally, David admired two guys walking into the salon. Fletch, following David's lead, mentions, "Nice guys, huh?" David, more interested in the face, chest, middle portion of the male bods, replies, "They're probably nice guys." Fletch just smiled all the way to the car, knowing David was fibbing him. According to his friend, or ex-friend at this point, Evan had set him to thinking on just about every guy he came in contact with. His new survey was based guys he saw all the time. Jason had slipped out of the first three slots, filled by his coworker, Caleb, Brendyn, at the snack bar and good-lookin'-man-number-three was a tossup between Sean and his `haircutter'! Though, according to Evan, a guy had to see a man without at least a shirt, before making any final decisions upon who was more good-lookin' than who. Driving home, Fletch was caught up in his own little world of `hotty hotness', David asking, "You're kind of quiet. Tired?" Jason taught him to think fast, "Yup!" "The seat reclines if you want to take a nap?" So, it's what Fletch did, pulled the handle at the side of the seat, which instantly flatlined his bod, then shut his eyes. He did this only to go through the motions, but before long, David was tagging his shoulder, telling him they were home! % 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.