Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2011 15:50:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase McPhee <survivalgame@ymail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 09

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 09
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Walking back to beach house, they paired off after the kids sped ahead.

Right off the bat, Michael says to Pieter, "I saw your last dvd!"

It stopped the four dead in their tracks, David doing so only because
Jason, whom he was speaking with, did it first.

"You did, did you?" Pieter replies, a tinge of redness he hadn't acquired
on the beach, tanning his face. In retribution he says, "Then I suppose
this means you enjoy watching man to man sex?"

Finding him out, Michael replies, turning from Pieter and staring directly
at Jason, "Nothing like the real thing!"

"Michael, shut up!" David replies, turning Jason over to his brother,
making it known he would much rather be walking with Pieter at his side.

"And you?" Pieter asks David.

"Yeah. Me too!"

"Cool!" Pieter replies. Even though knowing him for a short ten minutes,
plus, Pieter liked the way David carried himself. Another thing too, as he
suspected, being a porn actor, he already decided he and Michael were in
the same business!

The four approaching the back gate, Fletch comes running out, exclaiming,
"Hey dad, you should try this punch Berk makes," his finger highlights the
tall, plastic container in his hand, capped, with a straw sticking out a
hole in the middle of the top, "it's yummy good!"

Paying lots of attention towards the guy he walked from the beach with,
Jason thinks, `Yeah, got something really good to feed Michael!'

Turning a second, Michael was about to say something, but instead caught
Jason checking him out. Strange thing, Michael knew Jason had a deep
thought on his mind. A smile broke out on his face, causing Jason to grin
too.

"Gimmee a taste?" Pieter almost acted like one of the kids.

"Sure."

Standing there, Tyler looked lost, so David La Luz turns to him and asks,
"Mind if I try yours?"

"Okay!" Tyler brightened up, pawning his sports bottle off to
David. "Good?" he questions the twenty-seven year old. Too, he quickly
scans over his bod, from where his lips are sucking in the straw, on down
to his speedo. He smiles, thinking to himself, wonders if someday what he
has between his legs, will make his swimsuit look as `full'!

"Mm-m-m... that sure is good!" David says to Tyler, thanking him, "Isn't it
Pieter."

"Oh sure... yeah... right," Pieter replies, but his attention is drawn to
David.

"That's nice," Jason mocks, "but how about a `big boys' drink, Michael?"

"Yeah. Cool. Got any beer?" Michael replies, following Jason into the beach
front house.

With Jason in the lead, it gave Michael more of a chance to check him
out. He licked his lips, wondering how the lightly tanned skin tasted. One
of his fetishes was licking a man's back and Jason's worked physique showed
a mighty meal lay ahead. That is, if he could also work his way into
Jason's pouch!

"Hey dad, can we play volleyball again, with you and David?"

Thinking of turning him down, David answers for them, "You're on!"

Bending down, grabbing up the volleyball, he takes to running down the
beach towards the water, the two boys hot on his tail.

For a moment, Pieter stood there, holding a flat hand over his eyes so the
sun didn't stare him in the eyes. He watches David run with the boys, but
his mind was more on how he viewed his new friend, checking him out when
his mind should more be on his son. Yet, he couldn't put it out of his
mind, the light fur covering the tight pecs, beefy build, not a six pack,
but trim just the same. Of course he checked out the speedo and at the time
it made his mouth water.

He hears from afar, David turning, moving his whole arm as he shouts,
"C'mon!"

Breaking out in a jog, Pieter hustles on down to where the three are
gathered at the net.

Fletch says, "You're on my team, dad!"

It was a special thought, Pieter taking it two ways, being back together
again and sharing life as it is now and is to come. Only thing to concern
him, which he wasn't thinking on right at this minute, is his career. He
didn't think he wanted to continue on the path he was heading, be it
possibly, in future times, it might bring grief to Fletch.

They played their game, the boys diving into the sand like the real
professional players did.

Tyler's first dive, he came up with a sandy mouth. David instructed him on
how to keep his mouth shut in instances such as this.

While David and Tyler refined skills, Fletch brings up, "Dad, can David eat
with us tonight?"

"Oh I don't know what David and his brother's plans are, but if he's not
doing anything he could."

Remembering his place, asking before inviting and with permission granted,
he runs under the net, over to David and his partner and shouts in a mashed
up sentence, "My dad says you and Michael can stay for dinner if you're not
busy?"

David and Michael really didn't have any plans, other than dinner
out. While Michael was visiting him from the city, they took each day as it
came. Today was beach weather, gorgeous day, in the high seventies, light
breeze, so it proved perfect for a volleyball outing, the brothers'
favorite beach sport, other than guy-watching!

"We only planned on going out for fish'n'chips, but sure, we can amend our
plans," David replies. He wasn't sure who was more glad, Fletch, jumping up
like he just spiked the ball, cheering, or his dad, a big grin on his face.

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"Now here's a fuckin' good drink!" Michael says, holding up the bottle of
beer.

Sitting out front, on the ledge of the brick porch, Jason replies, as he
studies the shape of the bottle, "Yeah. Kind of reminds me of something!"

Grinning at each other, Michael asks, "You have sex on your mind all the
time?"

"Pretty much so," Jason responds. "I suppose in your line of work it's
pretty much the same?"

Doing the quick, one over of Jason's bod, Michael tells, "Depends on the
guy I'm with."

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be up for a blow job or quick fuck?"

Standing and after guzzling the last amount of spit from his beer bottle,
Michael replies, "I thought you'd never ask. How about both?"

Jason replies, "Yeah, but not here."

"Where then?"

"I know a guy down at the marina who lives on a yacht?"

Michael replies with excitement, "Yacht huh? Sounds good to me!"

Going back inside, Jason yelled out the back door they were going for a
walk, but there wasn't anyone to hear his message. Because his loins were
pulsing, he wasn't about to run down to the beach and chance losing his
momentum.

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"I think somebody's getting tired!"

Pieter looked to where David's eyes stare, him asking Fletch, who played
`dead' in the sand.

"Me too!" Tyler says, him careening over, his butt hitting the sand first,
then lying out eagle-spread.

"I think they're trying to convey a message here, David?"

David wanted to send his own message, but not here, not in front of the
boys, instead rendering up, "Tell you the truth these boys have `really'
tired me out, but more, I could do with some grub in my belly?"

Running his hand over the trail which sliced his abs in half, Pieter
hungered for it to be his hand, maybe more.

The boys still play dead.

Stirring them up, Pieter says, "I guess the boys aren't interested in
hamburgers..."

"And ice cream sundaes?" David finishes off the hint.

"We are! We are!" Fletch yells, instantly coming alive.

They never saw two boys run so fast, hightailing it back to the house.

"Nice kids," David says.

"I think they like you," Pieter replies.

"I like them too," he stops and gazes at Pieter, "and you?"

So much did Pieter want to reach out, touch, more than touch, feel David
all over, take him in his arms and show him how much he liked him, but the
image of Jason's face haunted him. He left it at, "Me too."

However, he didn't battle David when he reached out and took Pieter's hand
in his, beckoning him to make a run for the house.

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"Now THaT'S a big yacht!"

With Michael standing there before the big boat, boasting of the size,
Jason already walked the gangplank, saying, "Are you going to stand there
all day and look at the fucking can or what, Mikey?"

"Mikey," Michael stops gaping at the monstrous pleasure yacht and reflected
on one of his earlier movies he did for the production company. He giggled
as he `followed' Jason's lead, thinking of the part he play as `Mikey', the
guy taken home by two other hot, handsome, built - above and below - dudes,
only to be made to strip down naked, forced across the bed onto his stomach
and then raped at both ends. On his mind, which bare a wider grin, he had
no doubts in his mind Jason could both plug ass and orifice and..."

"Hey Gary, this is my friend Mikey and..."

Jason stopped, because of the big, wide `O' Gary was making, right before
he used the big letter to express, "No-o-o-o-o-o! Not the same Mikey
as... Mikey who got worked over and then shoved into the bed, getting his
throat and assed raped?"

"That's me!" Mikey replies, still giving Gary the once over, twice, taking
in the whole bare facade, head to thighs and back.

"Well as you can see," which told Mikey Gary knew he was being checked out,
"we are light on the wardrobe, once on board?"

Too their surprise, but not at all surprised Gary Wiegle would consider
this an everyday thing, two guys show up, appearing at Gary's sides, one
saying, "Hey you coming back to bed Gary?"

`Tall, dark and handsome' says, as he fondles Jason right off, hands
exploring pecs, stomach, then pubes, "You like to fuck Latinos?"

Jason replies with a grin, "I'll fuck any guy with a tight hole. Got one?"

"Hey, hey, Ricardo!" the other guy treks after the duo, "I saw him first!"

At the door to the yacht still, Gary says, "I guess that leaves you and
me... Is it Mikey?"

"Michael," Michael replies

"Shall we run through a few scripts?"

 "I think I know just the part which would fit you!"

Taking Michael over to the bar, Gary says, "How about `The Rubout?'"

Smiling, as Gary filled two cold mugs with draught beer, he says, "Nah. I'm
up for more than a hand massage."

Throwing hint, Gary replies, "Mm-m-m," flitting his eyebrows, "Then how
about your dvd, `Get While The Gettings Good'?"

Taking his third sip, Michael replies, "Now that was a good movie!"

"I would say so, with a cue of fratguys at the closed dvd signing, all
wanting to fuck or suck you!"

While Gary laughed, Michael got off the bar stool and asks, "Uh, was I
supposed to strip out there or in here?"

"Why don't you put on a show for me, than we'll take it to my quarters?"

In doing so, Gary got really hard, especially when he gazed over the porn
star's bod like a juicy turkey on Thanksgiving day.

One of the many pickup lines in porn acting, Michael asks, "You like what
you see?"

"Yellow submarine?" Gary replies.

"Right," Michael replies, then turning his attitude sour, "but let's skip
the part where the three guys hose me down?"

Stepping up to the twenty-five year old, Gary's hands start exploring the
lightly-haired pec covering, "I can imagine.... all this luscious chest
hair piss-soaked. Must've made a mess!"

Michael replies, "A little raunchy, tasting piss for the first time?"

"I suppose you have to take the bad with the good?"

"You liked that movie?"

Gary hadn't even intended on quoting the title, but while Michael mentioned
it, "Was that your first experience with the `whips-n-chain' stuff?" he
makes like whipping.

"And the last. See this back here?" Michael's right hand points over his
left shoulder.

"Little half-inch mark?"

With sarcasm, Michael says, "The guy whipping excused himself for `getting
into it' too much."

Guessing, Gary says, "And being the nice guy you are, you obliged his
apology?"

"Sure. After I punched his lights out!"

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Fletch and Tyler abandoned the adult males for the room they stay in,
getting ready to go out to eat.

Because he's heard a lot of this talk between his dad and `Mr. A', Tyler
comments, "You know, David would be a nice catch for your dad?"

He hadn't thought on it before, Fletch now pitting kind, witty, upbeat,
cool, good-looking David against Jason. "He's fun."

"He's more than `fun', Fletch. When I fell in the sand, he was there to
help me up, making sure I was okay and he stood behind me, teaching me how
to punch the volleyball!" Tyler replies, excitedly.

"Doesn't your father do the same?" He knew Jason would, if given the
opportunity.

"Nah. My dad doesn't like sports. We don't really do much together. When
he's not preaching, the three of us doing stuff together. Him and me, we
don't much as," Tyler thinks of the appropriate way of putting it..."

"Father and son?"

"That's it!"

"Same as with my dad, but at least you had one around."  Speaking of
around, Fletch did wonder if Jason would have filled David's shoes, or
would he have used volleyball as an excuse to hunt down hot bods on the
beach?

Sitting on the side of his bunk, Fletch took the top one, Tyler mulls over,
"Maybe its why we stopped fighting each other and became best friends."

Falling into the bottom bunk, Fletch uprights himself to sit next to Tyler,
saying, "Can I tell you something and you won't get mad at me?"

"Of course. What could I get mad at my best friend for?"

`Here goes,' Fletch thinks, not sure of his `best' friends fidelity, "I've
always thought of you as my `second' best friend, Tyler."

"Whot?" Tyler says, surprised, getting up from the bed and looking down on
Fletch. "Who?" he taps a foot.

"You said you weren't going to get mad Tyler, but if you have to know, it's
Jason."

Calming right away, Tyler cracks a little smile, plopping his ass down on
the bed once more, saying, "Oh, Jason. He's an adult best friend. I thought
you meant a `kid' best friend."

Fletch couldn't explain himself out of it any better!

"Guys ready?" David and Pieter showed at the door.

For a moment, as he slowly ejected himself from the bunk, Fletch compared
the two. He thought they looked about the same age, same height, build, and
because of this, thought they looked good together. However as they paired
up, Tyler and David, his dad and himself, they walked down hall as if a
family. Too, as they rode in the car, Fletch thought how much different
David was, compared to Jason. He wasn't belittling the facts, Jason still
being his number one `man'.

"Mm-m-m-m, I can't wait to sink my teeth into a juicy burger!" David says,
rubbing hands together as they get out of the car.

After seeing David strip and dress, wearing his clothes, because David
couldn't run home and back, his brother having the keys to the beach house,
Pieter could only thing of the similarities, sinking his mouth around
David's long cock and playing it out like a porn movie!

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"Well, what have we got here?"

"Looks like an orgy," Michael replies. Without reservation, kneels at the
foot of the king-sized, plus bed, because it was round, and knee-crawls
right up to the guy who is eating out Ricardo's ass, while Ricardo is
sucking Jason's cock. "Mind if I join in fellas?"

"Help yourself," Jason moves his head to look. Seeing Gary standing there,
stroking himself, he says, "Want to lick out my pits, Gary?"

"For starters, because it looks like everybody else has helped themselves!"

Michael did find out the guy's name whom he parted ass to tongue, his
wagging tongue stopped for a second.

Taking himself away from eating out Ricardo's ass, he replies, "Chip," and
dives back in.

"You've got a tasty ass, Chip. How about your lollipop?"

It was a hint thrown Chip's way, as Michael turned to lay down on his
back. Same time, Chip is parting his leg.

"Nice!" Michael comments, with cock and balls hanging in his face.

"Yeah, well whenever you're ready?"

Said with sarcasm, Michael liked the treatment. Ever since delving into
rough sex, bondage and discipline flicks, he's slowly discovering his
masochistic side. However, more now than ever he loved taking guff from the
teen, enveloping his sacs in his mouth.

It wasn't long before Gary worked his way from Jason's right pit, along the
edge of his right pec, really working over his nip.

"Whoa! Take it easy there Gar!" Jason rubs fingers over his nub.

"I'm so sorry. Here," he moves Jason's hand out of the way, "let me make it
up to you."

Commandeering the orgy, Gary body blocks Ricardo, causing him to break off
of Jason's cock, a long trail of saliva leaving his lips.

Knowing Gary the `captain of the ship', the ship belonging to him, along
with all the luxuries, like frequent orgies involving a variety of men,
Ricardo takes if off the cuff.

It then dismantled the whole trio, as Ricardo turned to face Jason and
Chip, Chip's tongue rips out of Ricardo's ass.

"I was getting kind of tired of your ass anyway."

Michael, who is still rolling his tongue around Chip's ball sac, listens.

"Is that so. Well then why don't you work over your new boyfriend's ass
with that talented tongue!"

They hadn't hit it off from the time they came on board the vessel. Both
from an internet chatroom, something Gary thought chancy, the two entered,
stripped, Gary thought to pursue the eighteen year old over the
thirty-something Latino. However, Gary wasn't about to give up on a hot
time. He loved threesomes and wasn't about to allow this one go to hell!

"Let's face it," Ricardo didn't finish his statement right away as he
hustled off the bed and headed for the door, "this way `not' a good idea!"

Thinking a fracas was ready to break out, Michael stopped making a sweet
treat out of Chip's balls. He watched, as well as Chip, seeing Ricardo's
ass leave the room.

"Better anyway," Michael says of it.

"What is?"

"Now I've got one hot man to concentrate on!"

Already having formulated his opinion, Chip says, "I think we could have a
good time. Alright if fuck you?"

Smiling, Michael offers up, "Do anything you want to me!"

Gary, who has been savoring Jason's nine inch nail, stops to suggest,
"There's some rope in the other cabin?"  He didn't wait for a response.

"Cool!" the eighteen year old replies, bouncing off the bed. "C'mon!"

Michael scratched his head and with a smile on his face wonders, `What did
I get myself into?' However, he laughed at himself, using another classic
line, `Well fuck me!'

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After dinner, gouging themselves, the two boys retired to lying back in
their chairs, hands folded across their tummies, Fletch leading the
complaints, "Oh I'm so-o-o fulled up!"

"Filled," David replies.

"You too?" Fletch answered him.

"Very much so," David says, then instigates, "so full it will probably take
an hour or so of arcade games to wear it off!"

It was like a gunshot, Tyler sitting up alert, saying, "That would be so
neat!"

Then it was Fletch's turn, "Can we dad? Can we? Can we?"

"Look what you've gone and started, David?"

However David threw it back in Pieter's court, "Don't tell me you don't
like to have some fun once in a while Pieter?"

"More than `once in a while'," Pieter replies, gesturing something sexual,
then grinning.

Sometime ago, Fletch had seen Jason do that, move his eyebrows up and down
real fast, then grin. Later on, it was one of Fletch's questions, which
Jason told him blunt out, `a tool of attraction, meaning one guy digs
another and hopes the other dude catches on'. So if his father thinks he
was covering up some hot feelings, it was probably only working on Tyler!
Fletch decided to keep it his secret, getting the impression his dad was
liking David. Too, his head shot in David's direction to catch the
rebound. His dad's gesture must have worked, because instead nothing or a
frown, David smiled the same grin back!

"Ready gentlemen?"

Standing there at the cash register desk, another hint of sexual endeavor
was thrown around, hopefully above the boys' heads, Fletch knowing, when
his dad insisted on paying the bill, David said he would `pay you back
later'. Then, like his father had enjoyed his meal all over again, he goes,
`Mm-m-m-m-m,' his voice traveling up and down in pitch.

At ten, almost eleven years old, Fletch had a collective archive of
information about how adult men talk to each other rather in a strange
way. Like learning a new language, he was versed at the translations fairly
well, thanks to Jason Perry! Now he knew something which probably did
travel over his friend's head, thinking tonight, after Tyler and he were
snug in bed, his dad and David were going to go to the bedroom together and
`do some gay men stuff', like lying in bed with no clothes on and kissing
each other!

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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