Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2011 16:15:06 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 04 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 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Tyler had been by Wally's house twice the next day. First time to walk to school with him, but figured Wally went on ahead, when no one answered the door. Second time, was after school, when he found Wally had not shone up for classes. He had knocked and waited, knocked, waited and finally drew up the conclusion he wasn't at home. Finding it strange, he decided to case the neighborhood and soon enough, down the street and around the corner he spotted Jason's truck. "Hi Jason!" "Wait. Stand right there for one moment, Tyler," Jason instructed him. Seeing Jason involved in sawing a limb off a tree, he stayed put. While doing so, he noticed exactly what Wally had said, about him being muscular and he didn't see any harm in complimenting, "You have nice muscles on your arms Jason." In the middle of a `saw', Jason stops and says, "Thanks," and continues the back and forth motion. Shortly he yells, "Tim-m-m-mber!" Tyler smiled as the small limb falls on the sidewalk. Too, he notices Jason's tank top, all sweaty in the middle. He didn't know why, but found it kind of exciting to see. However, for the reason he sought him out, he asks, "Have you seen Wally? He wasn't at school today." "Must be home," Jason replies. bending over to chop off the little branches with an ax. "Sick?" "I dunno," Tyler replies. "I knocked on his door this morning and nobody answered. Then I did it just now and same thing." "Maybe he went out of town on a trip?" Jason asks. Tyler didn't respond right away, fascinated by looking down Jason's tank top each time he bent over. Jason says with a smile, "I see Wally is not the only one interested in my big muscles?" Stopping a moment in his work, Jason stands tall, lifts his arms in an L, pressing his shoulders backwards, makes L shapes and flexes his biceps. "Yeah, that's it Jason," Tyler says, lying through his teeth. If he had his way with Jason, he would be viewing his muscled chest and abs, checking out, as his bud put it, `Jason's rippled stomach'! "What I suggest is give it a couple of days. If Wally doesn't come around then we'll see what we can do about it, okay?" "Okay. Thanks Jason." "No problem!" Jason replies, going back to work. However, it being after school and usually he spent every after school hour with Wally, Tyler felt lost. Too, the fourth grader really was liking Jason and asks, "You need any help? I can help you saw up stuff." Jason smiled, saying, "I think you should leave the tools to us big boys, but I'll tell you what... you can pick up all these little branches and leaves and stash them in the can if you want to?" So it's what Tyler did, putting his book bag down and helping Jason. About five minutes into the job, they both were alerted to sirens. It seems Tyler wasn't the only investigator. From the school venue, they hadn't received notification of him taking an extended leave. "Sounds like a fire in the neighborhood," Jason summed it up. Coming from around the corner where Tyler had come from, the two crossed the street, walked down the sidewalk and turned the corner. Tyler announces right away, "It's Wally's house on fire!" Taking to running, Jason jogged right behind him, pulling on the shoulder of Tyler's shirt, lest he get run over by an advancing fire truck. "Whew! That was a close one!" Tyler called it, as Jason clung to him. Soon as the coast was clear, the two crossed the street, joining some others from the neighborhood. First thing Jason notices, there isn't any fire. Being nosy, he sees a pair of firefighters walk around the back of the house. Rather than leave Tyler by himself, Jason instructs, his index finger over his lips, "Shush and come with me!" It happened, by a `certain acquaintance', Jason happened to know one of the firefighters, carrying his share of the ladder, "What's up Dave?" "Nice to see you Jason," Dave replied. In the company of both his fellow firefighter and Tyler, he chilled out, referencing Jason's question, "We got a tip, there's a kid barricaded in his bedroom and the mother can't get him to come out." After putting the ladder to Wally's window, Dave climbed up the ladder and tapped on the glass. He climbed down. "What's up?" his firefighting buddy asks. "Kid not there?" "He's there all right, hugging himself and not moving or saying a word," Dave reports. Jason asks, "What about access to his room?" "Door's barricaded all right. From the inside. I don't know how a small fry like himself could do it though." Leave it to Tyler, Dave turning around and yelling, "Oh shit! Get down from there kid!" It was too late to change course, Tyler's feet on the second rung of the ladder, him leaning with his nose against the pain, knocking on the glass with his fist and yelling, "Wally! It's me! Tyler! Come over and open the window!" And when Wally still didn't move, "What's wrong with ya!" Like a guardian angel, Jason had coerced Dave into allowing him to rescue the fourth grader, ascending the latter and with one hand around Tyler's waist, brought him down to safety. "Let me know when you're ready for firefighting school, Jason!" Dave remarks. However, the smile they exchanged didn't have anything to do with putting out a house-fire! "What are we gonna do now?" Tyler asks. Dave, who seemed like the one charge, says, "Lloyd here is going to escort you back out front!" He pops up right away from bending over. "But," he started out stubbornly, "I want to see what's happened to my friend," Tyler says, acting like he wanted to stay put. Lloyd was most persistent and managed to persuade Tyler to walk around the house to the front. Right away, before getting back to the business at hand, Jason says, "It looked very inviting, Dave!" "Yeah right. I could just picture you humping me right in front of the kid!" The two would have gone on joking about their `sexual relationship', but from around the other side of the house comes the sheriff and two deputies. One of the deputies Jason knew `quite well', but left their association incognito. "The kid's inside and is acting like we're not even there," Dave says to the sheriff. "The mother is too," Sheriff Wright reports, and with the bitter news, "dead." "Oh-h no," Jason replies, his heart taking a leap. Not for her, but for Wally's sake, he wishes it weren't true. Then he reveals, "The kid, he always stops on the way home from school, when I'm working out in street. I think it might be a good idea if I try to help him out?" Sheriff Wright tried arguing the point, but Dave backed Jason up, one of the deputies doing the same, "Might be a good idea." Instead of the deputy's eyes steering towards Jason and the sheriff, they fell on Dave. Fortunately everyone else was paying mind to the situation and not towards Travis Harter and Dave Fowler! It was a big mess at first, Wally, bearing the brunt of the forces which surround a person upon the loss of a loved one, especially so young in life. The initial shock of his mother's dying was imminent in his mind. For now the authorities, including Jason were keeping it under wraps the fact she chose to take her own life. However, Wally was as bright as they come and had already drawn his own conclusions, unbelieving of the fact she fell down the stairs. Jason had offered to take Wally in, but Pastor Cook, having some inside information on Jason's habitat, saw fit Wally should stay with his family. After returning home that evening, Jason was glad he saw it John Cook's way, considering the spectacle before him, walking into the ransacked house. Especially what struck him as too peculiar, was Kristofr, naked, tied eagle-spread to the bed, duct tape over his mouth and one of his own bandanas over his eyes. Moaning on the bed, because he probably detected a presence in the room, Jason rips the duct tape off Kristofr's mouth yelling, "What the hell happened here, Kristofr?" "I can explain everything, Jason!" "You bet you will be!" he exclaimed, untying the tiny knot at the back of the blindfold. Before he could even derive any other information out of his friend, Jason says, picking up the middle of a chain, connected to clips pinching Kritofr's nips, "And what is this?" "No! Don't pull that!" "I should yank them right.... off," he slowly came to conclusion. Then Jason spots shiny, metallic objects attached to Kristofr's pecs. "And what's this?" Still tethered to the four corners of the bed, Kristofr tries explaining, "They call it a ball parachute. Y'see..." "I don't care what it's damned for," and pointing towards the exit of the bedroom, "did you know whomever it was who was here, trashed the house?" Then, before getting an answer, Jason hops from leaning on the mattress, "Oh damn! I hope they didn't get my...." He dove on his stomach to the floor, an arm going under the dresser. Patting underneath he came up with the small metal box he has been adding to his life savings every week. Standing, walking over towards the bed, he does a rough count. "It's all there, isn't it?" More than his pulsing nips and balls, Kristofr was really sweating it out. "Seems to be, but..." Leaving Kristofr in his predicament, the twenty-two year old walks the bedroom checking out things. Looking in the closet, down, he discovers, "Dammit! They took my leather cowboy boots!" "I didn't think you wore them... much?" Kristofr calls out. However, looking up at the top of the closet gave Jason a good idea, grabbing the suitcase by the handle and saying, "No, not much, but I think it's a good idea we've parted company." "What?" Kristofr exclaimed, trying to sit up, but not able to. "I come home to find you with the pastor of the church, or rather him coming to find you. You jerk off in front of the kids in school..." Heated himself, Kristofr yells, "It only happened once, dammit and it was an accident!" The first time Kristofr was tied to the bed, Jason had done it himself, because his roommate wanted to see what it was like, now with this, "This beating up your ball stuff... it's getting to be an obsession with you. You know you're lucky to be alive? Somebody could have very well finished you off?" "I know," Kristofr replies. "You know? Well at least I won't be around when it happens." "You can't mean that," Kristofr replies. Suitcase half packed, Jason stands there. He was upset and probably should have chosen his words more prudently. Realizing he as much as told Kristofr to go to hell wasn't the true way he felt about him. Walking over to the bed he sat down on the side. "Can we talk about this?" Willing to do so, Jason reaches up and starts to unbuckle the leather binding around Kristofr's wrist. "At least they left you something," meaning the wrist cuff. "They're mine." "Oh. Where did you get them from? No. Never mind. I don't need to know." Too late, Kristofr reports, "Online. Some store who sells it all." Picking up the chain connecting the croc clips, Jason says, "This too?" Admitting it, Kristofr says, "The ball parachute too, but they took the other stuff." Curious by nature, Jason asks, "The other stuff?" "Oh-h-h-h!" Kristofr says when Jason reaches over to unbuckle the left hand cuff, his shirt rubbing against the two clamped nips. "Sorry," Jason replies, but then realizes and with a sarcastic tone, "oh, but I guess that felt good?" It did, according to Kristofr, giving his balls a little jolt, but being he was being untied by his friend and not worked over by strangers, he clammed up, saying, "You're not really going to leave are you?" With both arms free, Kristofr could sit up and face to face they talked man to man, Jason saying, "For now I'll stay, but to let know, I'm giving notice." Kristofr watched as Jason got up and started unpacking what he had put in the suitcase. "Thanks." Turning to him, Jason smirked, saying, "Yeah, well, get rid of those things on your nips. You look silly!" % It probably was a good thing, Wally staying with the Cook family, yes and no. For the better part of an hour, Wally had the chance to bring up any questions lurking in his mind, regarding his mother's death, sitting there in the straight-laced office of the town preacher. Mostly, Pastor Cook talked, telling what a terrible thing this is, but assuring young Wally none of it resulting from him being at fault. Being it wasn't his father or Jason he was conferring with, he didn't feel comfortable bringing up the question of `why'. Too, rather staving off as his friend Tyler has explained, a `boring sermon', Wally just as soon agree with everything said, than probe into the mind of Pastor Cook. "Any other questions?" Pastor Cook ads, after monopolizing the conversation. "Nope," Wally replies, even though he did have a few. Happy with Wally's grown up attitude, the two headed from the church building over to the parsonage. "I bet you're hungry!" He tells Wally, holding the parsonage door open, which brought them right into the kitchen. He sniffed the air and then looked strangely at the ceiling, as if there should have been something there. "What tha..." Tyler came in from the living room, saying nonchalantly, "We're going out for dinner. She's been drinking again and there's nothing for us to eat!" Now Wally had questions, asking, "Again? What do you mean?" he asks his bud. "My mom," Tyler replies, throwing up his hands and fetching a bag of pretzels after jumping up at the refrigerator. "Want some?" "Okay, but what about your mom?" Picking it out of a hat, a phrase from one of their fights, Tyler calls her condition, "Wasted! That's what dad says she is. Happens all the time." Peeking in the other room, Wally saw Pastor Cook try talking some sense into her. Too, he smelled an odor familiar to his nose. Once in awhile he would turn his nose up at the same around his own house, when his mother was about and acting weird. `Wasted?' he mouthed the words. `Perhaps this was part of the clue to what happened', he thought. That evening they ate out at the burger joint, coming home, Pastor Cook going in the house first. "He's casing the place." "He's what?" Wally asks. "Checking the place out to see if `mother' is behaving herself, is what dad calls it." "Does she do this all the time?" Wally asks, not only out of curiosity, but to build his own investigative report. "I don't know how many times, but, yeah, a lot of times. Dad calls her a bad habit." Maybe Tyler got it wrong, second hand, but he was right on the mark, his mother... "She must've gone out," Pastor Cook tells the boys, allowing them inside. In reality, he knew she wasn't at home. From former episodes it always plays out the same, her being drunk, them leaving for dinner, she heading out to the bar, them coming home and finding the place deserted. As it went for Tyler, cleanliness was next to godliness, so Wally also showered before heading off to bed. Because the parsonage was a cramped style of living, there was only one extra bedroom and this was Tyler's room. Too, only one bed occupied the room, so Tyler was made to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag. "I can't sleep." "It bothers you, you're mother not being home?" Wally guesses. "No. This floor is hard!" Tyler replies, kneeling at the side of the bed. Wally says, "I got an idea!" "What?" Tyler returns, hoping his friend is on the same wavelength. "I think... this bed is big enough for both of us?" Just what he was thinking too, Tyler announcing,"Oh good!" Crawling up on the bottom of the bed and then up the side to the top, looking at Wally, he asks, "Is this okay?" "It's your bed. Remember?" Doing a quick switcheroo, Tyler plops himself down to Wally's left side. As you might expect, it never happened, the two too involved with `mothers', talking it out until one found the other in a light snore. However, a bit promiscuously, Tyler took it upon himself to daringly snatch a light kiss off Wally's cheek, like a match to a matchbox! % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM' is copyrighted by the author. No part of this story may be reproduced, transmitted, nor made part of any collection without the written consent of the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....