Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2011 22:15:57 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 12 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 12 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % It wasn't only Killer, the sea turtles, nor the tanks full of marine fish and anemones which kept Fletch attuned to all the attractions at Rockbottom Marina Park, but the interaction of his father with David. One thing which crossed his mind, it looked to him like Jason was up against `some' competition! "Now! How about sitting down and having a delectable fish lunch!" David announces suddenly, to coincide with the end of the tour. Unfamiliar with one of the words, Tyler responds, "Does that mean we have to eat fish?" Reading his thoughts, Fletch says, "I hope we're not going to have to eat up the fish we saw back there?" "Yeah, David," Pieter says in a whimsical manner, his hand gliding up and down the back of David's shirt, "how can you make the boys eat up their little sea friends?" With even the warm hand on his back, David had wished this to be the time and place for Pieter to eat up something else, but then drew his mind back on course, "Okay then. Who's up for burgers and fries?" The boys were all for it, relieved they didn't have to pick at fish bones or choke on them, either way! On their way out, they passed by Sean, one of the teen helpers, who acknowledged David when he asked of the director's whereabouts, him replying, "He's with Reggie in his office. Remember yesterday when he fed bait to the wrong fish?" "Yes," David replies, yet instinct tells him something more than a verbal discipline is involved here. "Cris wanted to meet with him in his office. He's probably getting lectured to, to make sure it doesn't happen again." Not saying, but thinking plenty of it, David replies, "I see," then continues on the family business of heading out for eats. Much to especially Pieter's surprise, Sean says, "By the way Mr. Seaman, I'm a big fan of yours." A sudden draw of breath, Pieter had hoped the boys didn't pick up on his `stage name', Jason Seaman. He exhaled with relief. Still a little stunned, especially since he's never mentioned a specific `type' of acting he's done to Fletch, he says a cordial, "Are you now?" Hoping to flaunt a message, "By the way, this is my son Fletch and his friend Tyler." He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old, but smart for his teenage years, Sean dropped his jaw some, and showing he gets the message, "Oh I see." Their eyes met for a short duration before Sean turns to the boys and says, "Hey, how's it going guys?" They squawked on about stuff Sean already knew about, things normally associated with his job at Rockbottom Marina Park, but let the two ramble on, him taking it like first hearing upon it, "Really? How totally awesome!" Putting Pieter on the spot, David asks, "Sean, if you're about to head out to lunch, I think the boys would like to have you come along with us?" "Yeah, Sean!" Tyler yells with excitement. Fletch follows up with, tugging hand to hand, "Come with us Sean. Please?" A foil of David's he figured Sean could help handle the boys, while he pay some attention to Pieter. As for Pieter, he had a sudden interest in the dirty blond teen, wanting to pick his brain on more reviews of his films. At the restaurant, in walking distance from the marina park, Sean hurried along with the boys, eager to quench their hunger pangs. Lagging behind, David says, "He's a little young for an old man like you, Pieter?" Stopping, turning to David, Pieter replies, "Just what are you insinuating here, David?" Letting Pieter know he himself was not without sin, replies, "Nothing more than the same thing I thought when I lay my eyes on Sean's `emo' look?" "Yeah," Pieter mellows out and with confession, "he is kind of cute with the punked up hair style." To rub it in, David says, "Oh yeah? `Fraid I got one up on ya. He looks rather stealth in a speedo, ready to dive into the big tank?" He watches David run away towards the restaurant door, cursing him out, "Why, you little....." % "What's next?" Michael asks, him and Jason drying off from their community shower. "Food?" Jason replies. With Gary's yacht moored off the coast, it became a convenient meeting place, especially for Jason and Michael. "Like in `real' food?" Michael joked. "I would think, you absorbed enough cream through your skin, not to mention Chip's load down your throat?" With humor, Michael says, "Oh come off it Jason. I'm no different than you, our biological systems in a constant state of sexual need?" Admitting it, Jason replies, "Right. In your case, I suppose that' where working in the porn industry you get what you want, when you want it?" "Y'know?" Michael pins Jason's naked bod up against his own, the wall keeping Jason in a sandwich. "What?" Jason asks, not fighting to get loose. "If you're ever interested in getting into the porn industry, I've got the contacts?" His hands moving in between Michael's arms, Jason gets sweet on Michael, saying, "I dunno. I kind of like the contact I'm getting now!" It's not what Michael meant, but didn't fight off the feeling of hands and lips exploring! % "Sean, are you gonna eat your fries?" He was, but looking into Fletch's puppy dog eyes he gave in, "Nah. I'm kind of full. You and Tyler wouldn't want to finish them off, would you?" Vultures, they got grabby on Sean's plate, quickly depleting the supply of fried potato sticks. With the kids chomping down the fries, Pieter asks, "So what are your long range plans as a career, Sean?" "I've just graduated from high school, plan on going to college, but not sure what to major in. However, after working here for a few weeks, it could be something science," Sean details. Still some questions on his mind, Sean treads carefully, "Are you still... do you still do acting?" Pieter replies, "The studio has allowed me to take a leave of absence on account of..." he didn't want to let his fan down, so switched off from the `wife idea' to, "a friend departing this life." "Oh I'm so sorry," he looks to David and back, Sean asking, "Not a boyfriend or anything?" "A friend," Pieter reiterates. Then to clear the air, get an idea where he stands, Sean asks, "You and David. Are you friends or more? Just asking because I want to know where I stand?" Giggling, David replies, "Aren't you a little young to play the part of a daddy?" he nods to the kids. Not to put Sean down, but to set the facts up before the teen makes a choice, Pieter adds, "I would think you would have your eyes set on some dude your own age, rather than a twenty-nine year old man?" David cuts in, "Oh my god! You're `that' old?" "I'm not like your grandfather or anything, David!" Smiling, Sean says, "Age is just a number with me." Hinting, "However I strongly disagree with `three being a crowd'!" "Could prove interesting," Pieter goes for it. Glancing back and forth like watching Djokovic and Istomin on the court, David says of the idea the two have put in his head, "You two are serious, aren't you?" Returning to the table, the kids, after pumping pennies into the gumball machine in the lobby, say, "Want some?" Tyler and Fletch unload about twenty-five total onto the table, the three men chasing them, scrambling to keep from falling over the edges. Some do. The three meeting under the table, Sean and Pieter laugh out loud after hearing David say, "Might be fun?" However, they had to put their three-way fun to rest for now, the kids badgering David to take them back to the marina to visit with `Killer'. % Proving Michael's point, not that Jason had to exercise too much brain-power, when they arrived back at the beach estate, there was a full-blown party going on. "Hot diggity cock!" Jason yells out, seeing wall to wall of naked guys. Michael suggests, rubbing his hands together, "Shall we dig in?" Walking right up to Michael and Jason, a pair of twins approach, one of the two lookalikes unashamed to reach out and touch! "Hi," the other approaches Jason, "I'm Garrett and the guy with his hands all over your boyfriend is Barrett. I hope it's okay?" "Fine with me," Jason replies, a wide grin on his face, "especially since he's not my boyfriend!" "See ya later alligator!" Michael says, waving, as Barrett's hand leads Michael into the hallway. "Your brother works fast." Rubbing his cock to send a likewise message, Jason asks, "What about you?" All serious like, Barrett explains, "Oh I'm not into fast sex. In fact I only came to the party to keep my brother out of trouble." Mixed signals, Jason let go of his fuck-wares and asks, "So you're not gay?" As if a discussion of quantum physics, Garrett replies, "I love the boys alright, it's just I'm not into all this fast sex frenzy stuff!" Jason had to laugh at the way it was put. "I like your explanation there, Garrett." Misconstrued by Jason's rendering, Garrett's next question is, "Good we have an understanding. How about we grab a blanket and head down to the beach?" All for it, in Jason's mind was settling down on the blanket, after stripping off his shirt, then helping Garrett disrobe, followed by his pants and then some steamy sex while the waves crashed in front of them. The half moon lighting their way, Jason was amazed, after Garrett's speech, him taking the lead, tearing his tee shirt off overhead, as Jason did `something' and spread the blanket. "Ooh it's chilly out here!" Lying on the blanket, Jason's hand exploring Garrett's chest, he says, "Your nipples are hard!" "I got an idea!" Jason was prepared to gather up shirts and blanket and head inside, "What?" "Why don't you warm them up?" "Warm them up?" Jason repeated, being totally shocked out of his gourd. "Warm them up... sure, I can do that," Jason replies, stuttering because he thought he was going to be the one to make the first pitch! As for Garrett, he was playing it by ear. Most of his gay education had been in the form of watching porn videos, from his brother's library. About `the nips', he had coined these words from a movie, one in which the title slipped his mind, but the face of the actor, Jared Seaman, immediately came to mind. Coincidence, the steamy scene took place on the beach, moonlight lighting up the beach just enough so the two lovers could view each other close up. It was chilly and Seaman had used the same line, his costar following up with cupping his lips over Seaman's left pec and `warming him up'. As for the movie, they used lightening technology and it was not tough at all to see Seaman suck cock or take it up the ass. Garrett wasn't sure if he was ready to go all the way, but he had prompted himself, visualizing himself in the place of Joel Pounder, slowly working his way up to fucking `Jared Seaman'. Then another thing crossed Garrett's mind, the dirty blond suddenly realizing Jason going for his idea, "Oh god, Jason," he lay back relaxed, cooing at Jason cupping his nip, pressing his tongue inwards, massaging his nip, warming it up instantly! As for Jason, he had spent much of the night, on the bay, having been orally serviced by Gary, then in the three-way with Chip Daily and Michael La Luz, play a little of the bottom role, but mostly took sweet pleasure in opening Michael's ass, stuffing it full. At the same time, thinking about it, Jason had to give little thought about his ego, playing the part of man-on-bottom. With Garrett on his back, it gave Jason free reign, Jason thinking he was about to experience what Joel Pound had in the porn flick, opposite Jared Seaman, `Do it To Me One More Time', a thorough tongue worshipping before he got horny enough to chase ass. However, it would be the first time Garrett ever surrounded his fat cock with ass-tubing and wasn't sure about it. Unlike fantasy porn movies, in real life he wasn't about to become a sex-party-maniac like his twin brother! "How am I doing?" Jason asks. Normally he would see the pleasure painted on the guy's face, but with only half moonlight, only Garrett's sounds cutting through the ocean breakers. "Good," Garrett replies. "Um, are you going to warm up my other nip?" With his ass in the air the whole time, his balls blowing in the wind, Jason would rather get on to the meaty part, saying, "Uh, my balls are kind of cold. How about yours?" Actually Jason had goofed. He had meant to provoke Garrett into switching roles, because he still had some ammo left for a hot fucking. What was said was said and in rebuttal Garrett replies, "Sure. If you made my nip feel this awesome, I'm just wondering what magic you can work with my balls!" Decided. Jason accepted his fate. At least it was `sex' and he wasn't fighting it. He would still suck Garrett, pleasuring him, but at the same moment give himself a few nice strokes. "Oh Jason?" About to lap up one of the rather large balls, "Yeah?" "After you suck each of my balls can you suck my cock?" "Uh, sure," Jason replies, ready for his first lick. "And Jason?" "Yeah?" Recalling from the same movie, Garrett says, "Do you think you can put my whole ball sac in your mouth and while you're sucking, run your tongue around it?" Good thing the moon wasn't too bright, it not picking up on Jason's smile, a result of his own form of laughter, thinking it's how it went anyway! Being a good sport, he okays it, "No problem. Anything else?" "No. Except, the guys in the lockerroom in high school said I got nice size balls. If you can't fit them both in your mouth at once, don't force them. Do them one at a time?" "Good idea," Jason replies. "I wouldn't want you to have to call the fire department in case I should happen to get them stuck in there!" "I loved that one!" "One what?" Jason asks. "The movie Joel Pounder made with Jared Seaman and a bunch of other hot guys, `Down The Firemen's Pole'." "I don't think I caught it," Jason replies, lifting one of Garrett's ballsacs in hand, up to his mouth. "What a great one! Two guys are having sex, Joel and Jared, when the house goes on fire." He laughs, "You had to see it, the two not knowing there was a fire until the firemen bust in and catch Jared with his tongue up Joel's ass." "Oh really?" Jason says, a little tired of waiting. "Yup. Hey Jason?" "What, Garrett," said in a tone of annoyance. "Oh," he gets it, the attitude, "never mind Jason. Just get to my balls." He was anxious to get on with it, but at the same time Jason wasn't against the fact all this porn-talk was keeping him hard. "No. What were you going to say?" "You wouldn't want to stick your tongue in my ass, would you?" Normally, it would be part of Jason's routine. Transitioning from high school, skipping college and taking up with his landscaping job, it went smoothly with his clientele of tricks and part of the `bottom act', which could bring in an extra tip, over his normal fee of a hundred bucks an hour, `ass rimming' was included. Yet, coming from Garrett's lips gave it new meaning. "I wouldn't mind, except the sand? Could get a little gritty!" "I see. Maybe next time then. Go ahead. Get it on with my balls!" Getting a kick out it, Jason sucked away, tongued around each sack, giving Garrett his `money's worth'. "Jason?" "Yeah?" he looks up, saliva dribbling down his chin. At least part so, Jason knowing what the salty taste meant. "Can you do my cock now?" Even though he wasn't, Jason replies, "I was just getting to it." "Thanks. And Jason?" "Yes?" he says patiently. "Can you tongue around my cock the way you tongued around my balls?" "Good idea!" Jason says with a kick of laughter. "Glad you mentioned it!" "You're welcome. No problem Jason!" Thinking if Garrett was for real, Jason opened wide. "And Jason?" About to tease his tonsils, Jason comes off Garrett's tall stalk, "What?" "Would it be alright, if I came in your mouth?" There were alternatives, pulling out in the nick of time, spraying it on a guy's chest, but in a way Garrett was turning him on and rather than another lengthy explanation, which he assumed would come with Garrett quoting another porn scene, he responds, "Sure. No problem." % There wasn't much time left to the day as the five returned to the Rockbottom Marine Center, Sean heading off to finish up his duties. The kids pleading to see Sean again, after he finished work, it's David and Pieter's eyes Sean looked to, replying, "I can't see why not. I don't have anything going tonight." Pieter was utterly surprised when David offers, "If you would like, when we take the kids for ice cream you can come along?" For Tyler and Fletch's benefit, Sean replies, "With oodles of sprinkles and whipped cream?" The kids loved that part. As for Pieter, he suggests, "Don't forget the banana!" Sean didn't, saying, "My favorite part!" The adults, they thought they were putting it over on the kids, well at least Tyler. As for Fletch, he did have knowledge, by way of Jason, what the other meaning for a `banana' was, other than in a fruit bowl on the counter, applied to cereal in the morning or the major component of a `banana split'! % For real, Jason choked on all the semen shooting out of Garrett's cock, it erupting, spewing out waves of white goo. Too, the choking, probably was the result of what Garrett had seen in one of Barrett's dvd's, a guy in a dungeon, in stocks and when the top-dude blew his load, he shoved his cock down the guy's throat, jamming his hips forward and pulling on the dude's hair. Well it's not exactly how it went, but Garrett responds to Jason coming off, "I hope you liked it when I shoved my cock down your throat, Jason?" "Is that how it went? I'd rather think your cock going down my throat was a result of your hand on my head, forcing my face into your pubes?" "Oh. Did I do something wrong?" "No, but for real I'm starting to get a chill." Of course. With all the hot stuff out of the way, how could one not be overcome by the wind and waves! % 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.....