Date: Sun, 8 May 2011 19:38:20 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 17 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 17 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Wait!" Jason suddenly sat up in bed, his hand slapping the detective across his bare chest. "What's today?" "The day you left a red mark on my right pec?" Mac checks out the residue from Jason's stinging hand. "Tell me it's July fourth still?" Jason pleads, turning and looking at Mac. Chilling out in the bed, same place the two have been embedded for the past few hours into daylight of the next day, "Would you believe the fifth?" "Dammit! It's my own fuckin' fault!" Falling back into the bed, Jason `suffocates' himself, both hands forcing the bed pillow over his head. Lifting one corner, Mac asks, "Would this require punishment?" he dwells on Jason's harrowing experience of the Ryan-Taylor twins' fourth of July `pool party'. "Damn! Don't remind me," Jason reflects on yesterday's downturn of events, unearthing his face from the pillow, flinging it off his head and over his `other head'. His hand wandering down Jason's lightly haired bod, Mac slips his five digits under the pillow, saying, "Hiding something from me?" For a moment, Jason forgot about the thing on his mind, missing Fletch's birthday and saying, "I always have something hard to plant in the morning?" Getting up on his knees, Mac says as he shucks the pillow, tossing it on the floor, "Mornings are my favorite part of the day!" Jason allowed things to progress as they happened, watching as Mac turned his head from showing his gleaming smile, to opening wide and devouring his semi-soft shaft! Initially Jason imbibed in the euphoria of the cocksucker between his legs, but pleasure downshifted as he thought about the mental pain of missing his best friend's birthday. % Two hours later, Fletch came awake and by eight o'clock was down in the kitchen chomping down some Cap'n Crunch. "Good morning there, buddy!" Looking up, the milk went down Fletch's chin, "Sean?" his eyes darted between the two. "Hi Eric." Fletch didn't need rocket scientist intelligence to put one and one together, but he decides last minute to ask if they slept in the same bed as David and his father, especially after his dad had mentioned `three' or `four' in the bed. Instead, he chooses the round about method, "Where did you and Eric sleep?" The three on good, friendly terms, Eric replies as he dumps some Cap'n Crunch in a bowl, "Now what makes you think Sean and I slept in the same room?" "Because you're boyfriends and boyfriends sleep together!" "Wow! You should have your own newspaper column Fletch!" Sean remarks. He goes to dump some cereal from the box, three little crunchy cubes tumbling into the bowl. "Oh thanks, Eric!" Already swimming in the milk, Eric picks up his bowl and dumps half into Sean's bowl. "You can have some of mine too!" Fletch replies, dumping the tail end of his cereal leftovers into Sean's bowl, mostly grit. "Oh shit guys!" Sean calls out, the bowl overflowing, rushing right off the edge of the table and into his lap. Standing up, it's clearly seen by all, his wet boxer briefs. Rather than apologetic, Fletch gripes, "Hey, the little mooses are swimming!" "Yeah," Eric mimics Fletch. "Thanks for helping me clean up," Sean had the napkins patting his crotch. He just knew Eric's interpretation of the whole incident was varied from Fletch's idea. Then again, who knows what lurks in the mind of an eleven year old? Were they discounting the fact of Fletch already knowing a slew of information about the male physique? If they could have only looked into Fletch's mind, like a Tv screen and through the miracle of HD, picture him looking, trying to trace the wet outlines! Not able to keep his entire feelings to himself, Fletch leaves a smile on his face, repeating something Jason might say, "You're big, Sean!" Out of total surprise, coming from an eleven year old, Sean gasps, "I'm what?" Eric reiterates, "Fletch's right. You `are' big, Sean!" Cocking his head to his shoulder, Sean directs, "Like you already didn't know that, Eric?" Nothing was a mystery to Fletch. He was following right along as if a porn novel and understanding every word of it. "Eric didn't know what?" Figure standing in the doorway, the official half of Fletch's guardian ownership, the slate is wiped clean, Sean stuttering over his words, "Um, uh, Eric was saying..." Fletch, knowing his dad might get bent out of shape by the three-way conversation, rescues Sean, "Would you believe Eric didn't know Killer was a baby whale?" "Of course I could believe it," Pieter enters the kitchen, putting his hands on Eric's bare shoulders. "After all, he hasn't been to Rockbottom yet?" Fletch picked up on it, though he wasn't sure Sean or Eric did, his father glancing down over Eric's shoulders and into his lap! Sean replies, "Right and this morning that's where we're headed." Seeing the wet briefs, Sean standing there still, it was no secret to what was hidden behind the `drowning mooses', "Have a little accident there Sean?" "Milk, Pieter, unless you were suspecting something else?" Father, guardian and now careful about having a youngster about, Pieter replies, "Um, not in front of the kiddies?" "Oh yeah," Sean looks about, centering on Fletch, "sorry `bout that." It sort of went over Pieter's head. From here on in he would always have the opinion of Fletch being more versed at being gay, what gay men think and deciphering things all by himself, without the need of anyone's input. "Who's ready to go feed Killer?" David walks in at the opportune moment. Seeing Sean's wet boxer shorts, "I hope you didn't waste all the milk?" He looks back at Pieter and smiles. Like his dad thought, absolutely nothing was going by Fletch, without being deciphered! When his dad looked down into Eric's lap, Fletch just knew he was checking to see if he could see... `weiners' were a thing of the past now, little boys' terminology.... Eric's `cock'. As for Sean's wet mooses, he could make out the lines drawing a good amount of Sean's soft cock and circular impressions which he knew were way bigger than his own small-fry, boy-balls. So, when David showed up for breakfast, Fletch was ready in his mind to piece together anything David `viewed' or spoke about, instead acting like the perfect `ignorant' angel, saying, "Can we feed Killer now?" Second thought, "Can Evan come?" "All of the above, if it's alright with your father?" David looks into the empty, hollow cave of the Cap'n Crunch box. Removing his snout, Sean says, "You're welcome to mine, David!" Meanwhile, Fletch is staring at his dad, asking, "Can we dad?" He already included Evan in on his plans. "I have no objections, but it would depend on what Phil and Bill are doing today." Having it all in the bag, Fletch issues out in a hurry, "Phil and Bill have to go to work with the flowers," he meant florist, "and Evan has to go to day camp. Evan hates day camp. Can he come with us?" David replies, "Pretty soon Fletch will know more about Phil and Bill than I do!" Pieter jokes, "Oh? What do you know about Phil and Bill that I don't know, David?" Sean badgers, "Not in front of the kiddies, Pieter?" Now Pieter slips, looking at Sean and scratching his forhead with his middle finger! At this moment, Fletch doesn't give a flying-frog, "Can Evan come feed Killer with me?" They all notice, instead of his dad, Fletch has sidetracked his request to David. David cooly replies, playing up to his other half, "Pieter, why don't you go next door and see what Phil and Bill are up to today?" % "Mm-m-m-m that feels so nice, Mac," Jason says, lying out on the bed, his arms above his head. Sitting with his knees astride Jason's ass, Jason's back isn't the only place lubed up with sweet-scented oil. "Told you I had magical hands, didn't I?" "Magic cock too?" Jason replies in a stolid manner, except for the slight grin on his face. "Rather have it sliding `in', than along `the great divide'?" At one time, Jason had thought about it, outliving his life as a total top, but with turning teenager, into early twenties with making extra cash, things hadn't evolved into how he thought life was going to turn out. Through it all, the varied relationships, he had come to the conclusion it `was all good'. Especially, after the horrific experience with the `twins', he figured he wouldn't catch himself saying, "Take me. I'm yours!" "How do you mean that Jason?" Forcing his bod in a twisted turnaround, Jason smiles in reply, "Anything that'll turn us both on?" It left Mac in the balance, to continue on his own calling, which made him a happy camper. Mac massages Jason's back, right on down to the small of his back, the hair greased down in the little triangle, continuing over Jason's oiled mounds. "Are you sure of this?" Mac asks before helping himself. The twenty-six year old didn't get an answer, other than his hands feeling the calm of Jason's bod as he separated ass cheeks, seeking his final destination! % "Of course it's alright," Phil says right in front of his son, replying to Pieter's reason for trekking next door and inviting Evan to hang out with Fletch at the Rockbottom Marina. "Neat! I'll go change!" Evan sped out of there, shucking his backpack on a kitchen chair. Bill asks, "Have you had your breakfast?" "I was about to," Pieter using for excuse, "but Sean, Eric and the kids ate up all the Cap'n Crunches!" He giggles. Dropping an all too familiar line, but with a new twist, Bill replies, "A man in your line of business? I would assume you need a hardy breakfast before heading off to work?" Pieter tries researching yesterday's events and unless David had made mention of his field of employment, either somebody else did, which it would not be Sean, him and David swearing to secrecy not to let it out in the open, Pieter's real profession, but reduce it to `acting, waiting for the big break'. Guessing where the two got the notion, he asks, "Which of my movies do you think is the best?" Phil says to Bill, "I think he found us out!" Like a mutual understanding of the turning of events, Bill replies to Pieter, "Cheesy Doodles has got to be your best." "Nonsense!" Phil boasts, pouring a fresh cup of java, "Log-Rolling Contest is your best movie." To Pieter, "You should have gotten an academy award!" "For the `log' or `log-rolling'? Pieter jokes. Before Phil can answer, Bill cuts in, "You can roll your log over here anytime!" Phil already to spring a line on Bill, is interrupted by Evan, "Should I take my backpack?" "I've packed Evan a lunch. What do you think?" Phil inquires of Pieter. "Bring it along. You never know when you might meet up with some hungry fish!" Before Evan scurried out the door, one of Evan's dads tells him, "Tell them he'll be along after he finishes his cup of coffee." Pieter okayed the coffee, but the rest of his plans of escape were foiled, when Bill set in front of him a breakfast fit for a king. Instead, David walks in, "What's keeping you, Pieter? We're all ready to go." "This scrumptious breakfast. Here, have a donut," Pieter tosses an unfrosted one to David. Smiling, David catches it, takes a bite and says, "Fletch wants me to tell you have a good day..." "Tell him I feel likewise," Pieter replies. "And oh," he stops and turns his head, "Fletch also said to make sure you stay out of trouble," David looks to each of the sweat-clothed neighbors, "and that goes for me too!" Soon as David leaves, Bill shouts out, "Oh look what I've gone and done!" Phil rolls his eyes, Bill unzipping his fleece top, soiled with some donut frosting. Reaching out for it, his twenty-eight year old partner says, "Gimme. I'll throw it in the laundry." Barechested, Bill hands the top over to Phil. Before Phil leaves the room he cautions, "Pieter?" "Yes?" "Remember David's words of wisdom!" and not without a word to the wise, "Bill, behave yourself!" % "Thanks for getting me off the hook with your office," Jason says, as Mac tears down the highway at faster than usual speed. "No sweat!" Mac was an investigator. His plain looking car had one of those lights, turned on, instantly it transformed into a police-like vehicle, flashing light telling everyone else to get out of the way! "I could get used to traveling at light speed!" Jason says, placing his hands behind the seat and hugging the corners as he stretches, his abs pronounced with the pull of his shirt. Tightening up to his pecs, pulled up so his treasure trail became visible, Mac says of it,"You're such a tease!" "I thought your eyes were supposed to be on the road?" Mac just smiled. With lack of conversation, Jason says, "By the way, did I ever thank you for saving my tail?" "About twelve times, but I'm glad I did or else it would have been another boring night, alone in my room, jerking myself off to porn?" "Remember what I said about Pieter now?" "My lips are sealed," Mac replies, given strict instructions not to mention Pieter's career in front of Fletch. "Just making sure. I don't know how Fletch would take it." "From what you told me, about your little curbside talks, I would think not too shocked?" "True," Jason reflects on the after school meet ups. "Really, I think he would take it okay. I think Pieter's afraid to tell him because he doesn't want Fletch to follow in his footsteps." "Or thinks Fletch will be ashamed of him?" "That too," Jason realizes. Then Jason had to laugh at traffic slowing, Mac taking to the shoulder and creating his own lane. However, as much as he wanted to circle around the bumper to bumper-packed highway, he came to a standstill, cops blocking all lanes. Mac exercised his right, finding out what happened, which was a two car collision, spread over two lanes. "Anybody hurt?" "Everyone is okay, but a kid lying in the road, near the first vehicle it doesn't look good," a presiding state trooper offers info. Jason's heart jumped to his throat, at the mention of `kid'. Even though it would be a wild coincidence, he immediately thought of Fletch! Then, to coincide with Jason's fear, a guy comes running over to the officers, shouting in broken English, "Oh my god! Oh my god! My son, he's stopped breathing!" A mad dash by all, to the lad, as Jason came closer, the `kid' turned out to be teen-aged. Relieved of the possibilities of it being Fletch, still he felt bad for the youth, probably because, despite the cuts on his face and arm, he looked damn handsome! "CPR!" one of the cops yelled. Neither one responded quick enough, Jason calling up his knowledge of CPR from high school swimming days, falling right on his knees! % "Good donuts and coffee, Bill, but if you're trying to seduce me with your hot bear bod," Pieter made it sound pornographic, "you're doing a good job, but I'm committed now to a relationship!" "Dammit!" Bill replies in good humor. Figuring this is the first and last porn star he would ever meet, he goes for it, feeling up his own hot nips, buried in his dark rug-of-a-chest, "Tell me though, do porn stars often get their nips pierced?" In walks Phil, tossing a tee shirt to Bill's chest, "Forget it Bill. You even think about applying for the job and I'll fasten a cage and lock on your cock and balls faster than you can sign your name!" Laughing, Pieter says, "I guess we know who wears the pants in this family!" "It doesn't hurt to fantasize," Bill gets himself out of trouble and climbs into the tee shirt, his pointy nips making his pecs peak. Being forward, Pieter says, "But if Phil doesn't mind me saying so, I think you've got a fine bod there Bill!" Phil reprimands Pieter, "You can look, but don't touch! More coffee?" He had to do it, out of fairness to Bill, sit there, hesitating on his choice of whether to have more coffee or not, eyeing Phil up and down. Well knowing it wasn't on Phil's part, Bill blames, "Phil, would you stop flirting and pour the damn coffee!" Pieter laughed as the two went after each other like a couple of old hens! % "Isn't this the neatest place?" Fletch asks Evan, the two following David and Sean, Eric behind them. Evan's eyes bedazzled, he took on the view of all the tanks in the lobby, loaded with species of fish he's never thought existed, "Wow! Are these real?" Eric asks softly, meant only for Sean's ears, "When do we get to see `killer'?" "Mind your manners," Sean replies jovially. "Remember what Pieter said about in front of the kiddies?" Redundant to say the least on account of Eric speaking it so softly and Sean knew this, but threw in the reprimand to be funny. "We get along pretty good, don't we?" Sean knew more coming, so helped pave the way, "Too bad we're both not going to the same college this fall!" On the same wavelength, Eric replies, "I haven't sent in my tuition money yet." Carrying, what would seem to be the telling of a fantasy story, with a real outcome, Sean says, "I've been wanting to live off campus, but it would take sharing the rent with another student." "Uh, are you two coming?" David interrupts the two, lost in their scheming. "Right away, boss," Sean took the lead. It was his day off, but happy to be a `boss' to Eric, showing him around. Too, as David's attention was siphoned off to an impressing matter, Sean felt good assuming the role of supervisor. "I feel like a shrunken head compared to all the knowledge have you stored up there?" Eric tells him. A dirty thought crossing his mind, Sean smiled, thinking of Eric's `shrunken head' last night, after pulling out of his ass, splattering his stomach and pubes with white fluid. "What?" Eric says, thinking Sean's mind had wandered. "Oh nothing," Sean said sheepishly. Then, turning his attention away from his new boyfriend, safe to call him, because in his own opinion, each plugging the other's ass proof enough they were getting along, Sean divides his attention, "Who's ready for a mid-morning break?" The kids were up for it, even though strung out on the enormous collection of fish and other sea creatures. Too, they were more revved up when Sean, called away from the snack bar, returns with news, "You'll never guess what!" he rubs both hands together. "What?" Eric answered with the two youngsters. "Killer's getting married!" "He can't get married," Fletch says, "he's a fish!" Joining in, Evan adds, "Fish don't get married!" Resigning to the fact two fish can't waddle on their two fins into a church, up to an altar, "You're right. Let me put it this way then, Killer has a girlfriend?" Regardless, the kids get the message, "Another baby whale?" Eric hugged the leftover shakes, burgers and fries to his chest, scooping up food in a bag. He curses out loud, "Oh fudge!" Sean calls out to him, "You slob!" Walking over to him, he searches his pockets for a tissue, coming up empty handed. Running back to the counter, he tears into a napkin dispenser. One of the high school guys, in a summer position flipping burgers asks, "Need help cleaning up your boyfriend, Sean?" In a comical manner Sean replies to him, "I think I can manage Brendyn." On the verge of asking Brendyn out on a date, too late was he, having met Eric over the weekend. Still, in his own mind, Sean held a strong affection for the high schooler, leaving him with a smile. Unknown to Sean, Brendyn had a lingering crush on him and now knowing Sean to be paired up with a boyfriend, lay with his chin on his hands, resting on the ledge of the counter, in a dreamily mood, thinking how cool it would be to `come between the two'! "Here we go," Sean says, smothering Eric with the fifteen small napkins. "I guess I can't take you anywhere!" Eric just stood there smiling, loving the feeling of Sean's hands cleaning up the front of his shirt. But more importantly, "I think you better pay attention... the natives are getting restless!" True to Eric's thinking, Fletch pesters, "Would you two cut that out and hurry up?" They knew not to proceed on their own, David strictly warning the two boys not to venture where Sean was out of eye distance, or one of the two chaperones in sight, so waited till they were ushered through the door to the guts, non-public areas of Rockbottom Marina. "Now remember, don't go putting your hands into the tanks. There's lots of spiny creatures who can leave you with a nasty sting," Sean warns. Sucking their teeth, Fletch and Evan pout, "We remember," Evan saying, "for the fiftieth time," something his dad, Bill would always say. Stealing a glance to Eric, Sean turns to his boyfriend, "I meant him, not you," he excuses for saying it the fiftieth time to the kids. The kids then badger, as David has told them, "If you can't keep from touching something put your hands in your pockets, Eric!" Smiling, looking towards Sean, Eric digs his hands into his pockets, balancing the bag of food in the pit of his elbow, "Sounds like a good idea!" "Hmm," Sean says like he's giving Eric some kind of code, "some things are even more dangerous than spiny sea urchins!" This time, Sean's reference to the `sea monster' between Eric's legs went right over Fletch's head. If he was in one of his moods, trying to decipher things using `Jason's sexual terms', the gay dictionary in his mind, Fletch probably would have been able to catch the sexual flaunt, but he was too bent on him and Evan catching a glimpse of Killer making out with his new baby! % "So what's on your slate for this morning?" Phil asks Pieter. "Well," Pieter replies, sitting back in his chair, more casual now that breakfast has been reduced to a cup of coffee and taken to the small patio out back of their home, "I have to call in to my manager at the studio and then..." Bill cuts him off, "Studio? Where you make the porn movies?" "Bill?" Phil questions, knowing his partner is pestering. "Sorry," Bill replies. "Matter of fact," Pieter replies, knowing Bill would probably like to hear ever steamy little detail of his normal, everyday life on the set of some porn movie, "my manager will probably be involved in some steamy movie while talking on the phone." "Really?" Bill's eyes light up. Phil rolls his eyes, knowing Pieter is leading, but allows it. "Well yes, because he not only does he represent myself, but Tristan Bill and Marc Dipper as well." "Really?" Bill focuses more on Pieter, sitting on the edge of his seat. "You're such a lucky guy!" Phil replies, "Are you insinuating something there, Bill?" "Of course not Phil!" "Y'know," Pieter stops to take a sip of coffee, "I don't know if this interests you, but maybe you two would like to take a tour of the studios sometime?" "Oh my fuckin' god, would we!" Bill says with utter excitement. Then as if asking his other half for approval, "We would, right Phil?" Now it didn't turn Phil off completely, Pieter's idea, him being a red-blooded gay man, prone to getting horny by the mention of certain facts, "When?" Meant to be funny, Pieter replies, "Wednesday's are usually good... You know, `hump day'?" "This Wednesday?" Bill asks excitedly. Pieter says, "Oh but your flower shop, you have a business to run?" Wanting it probably as much as Bill, Phil says, "We're closed for inventory!" "We are?" Bill confronts him. "Unless you want to stay behind and open shop?" Phil puts it to him. "No," Bill says decisively and with serious intent, "I think we need to take inventory!" "Then Wednesday it is!" % "You're a hero, you know?" "Me?" Jason slights himself, "For kissing a twelfth grader?" "You know what I mean. You know Mr. Vigfusson is `not' going to let you live this down?" Mac says as they coast down the highway on cruise control. Smiling, Jason replies, "Yeah. Right. Just like what happened the last time I saved a guy's life with CPR!" Mac differs, "That was small change, saving a high school swimmer's life, compared to the ambassador to Iceland's son?" Just cracking a smile, Jason says, "On second thought it would be kind of hot meeting up with Kjartan again, under different circumstances?" "Don't get your hopes up!" Mac replies. Jason wasn't, or was he? As he looked out the window, but really day-dreamed back to the scene of the accident, his lips pressed against the eighteen year old's, a hand feeling up the young dude's chest, bare from having his tee shirt sliced up the middle, something was moving him more in a way than saving a man's life! % 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.