Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2011 13:24:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase McPhee <survivalgame@ymail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 10

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 10
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Tyler dozed off quite fast, the two totally exhausted by David keeping them
going from game to game to game on the boardwalk. Mostly, Pieter observed
how well David was getting along with the two and played policeman, making
sure neither of the boys wandered off, since there was a big crowd.

In between checking up on the boys, he did some other `boy-watching' and it
was such a big pleasure too, so many shirtless high school and college
frat, leisurely walking along in groups of friends, their shirts tucked in
a back pocket, or simply the tail of the shirt picked up over their chests
and parked behind their heads. He got snagged quite a few times, some dudes
returning a smile, others verbally condoning him, `perv!' Overall, he
reflected on days gone by, when he was their age, thinking how one guy
might have known he was gay, but his arm over a straight and unaware pal,
well he just wondered if the same were for the roaming bands of teens and
twenty-somethings.

In bed, David says as he lays there, arms behind head, relaxing as Pieter
hovers above,"I heard what that guy said?"

Hearing a slurping sound, Pieter licks the saliva from his lips before
continuing, "What guy?"

"The one who asked you, `Don't I know you?'"

"Oh `that' one. What about him?" Pieter sinks his mouth over David's cock.

"You told him you didn't know him."

"It was the truth. Why? Don't you believe me?" Pieter replies, knowing
David was digging at something else.

Killing the subject, David switches, "I don't really follow the porn scene,
that is don't watch gay movies. How many have you made?"

Feeling frustrated, on his cock, pulling off, licking juicy saliva, diving
back into David's pubes, having to release the 7c. Springing forth, next to
David in the bed, "I don't know for certain, perhaps seven or eight. I
haven't been with the studio too long."

Rekindling Pieter's efforts, David asks, "Do you always suck a man's cock
as good as you were doing mine?"

"Do you want me to get back to work? Is that what you are trying to tell
me?"

The smile on David's face went unseen, due to the almost nil
lighting. However, actions speaking louder than words, he rolls over on his
side, reaches towards Pieter, takes him his arms and right before kissing
him, "Not yet."

Kissing, David instigating it, Pieter took over the helm, much like he
would in one of his flicks, grabbing up David likewise, and like wrestling
him in the bed, turns him over on his back, mounting him.

It continues, both returning kisses, till David surrenders to Pieter's
ministrations. Once again, Pieter repeats his performance, licking down
David's lightly haired chest. Making a quick getaway, anxious to slide down
till he stops between David's legs, he skips sucking each nip. Unlike a
half hour earlier, he doesn't stop to tongue tease David's bellyhole,
rather skims right over and makes David's cock his next goal.

%

Meanwhile, Fletch lay there in bed, listening to Tyler's light snore. A
minute ago he blamed, "Can you shut up with that snoring? I can't sleep!"
Obviously, Tyler was in a deep sleep and hadn't even heard the request.

Fletch couldn't sleep and it wasn't only the snoring keeping him awake. He
had become his own worst enemy, thinking about two hours ago, his dad
flicking his eyebrows at David and David smiling back. Now his mind filled
with thoughts of what David and his dad were doing in the room together. He
wondered if Jason had told him all, predicting his dad and David would be
lying sandwiched together, with no clothes on, kissing or did Jason leave
some of the story out?

With tough deciding he figured out if he didn't find out now, he never
would, because Jason wasn't telling him any more. He knew this because
Jason had told him, `If you want any more information, you'll have to wait
till you're sixteen.' So, if there was more than hugging and kissing going
on, based on Jason leaving his bedroom education between two guys up in the
air, till he matured, he would have to do some investigations on his own.

Stepping out of bed, he made sure Tyler wasn't awake to hear. Speaking,
"Tyler?" softly, he was assure of the fact, plus the snoring was a dead
giveaway!

Finding his way to the door, he opened it, exited into the hallway and
closed it as soft as possible, which he must have succeeded, because Tyler
didn't come to the door.

Next, he walked down the corridor of the beach house, taking obvious
softened steps, past several rooms emptying out to a central
hallway. Walking one way he came to a jon at the end. `Good thing to know!'
Fletch thought.

Continuing his journey, he about-faced and headed in the other
direction. Not far past his own bedroom door, he came to another. Putting
his ear to the door he heard nothing. Next, the bedroom right next to
theirs, turned up the same conclusion. Down and across from this one he
thought he picked up on something. Taking his ear away he made sure it
wasn't coming from the hallway. "Nope," he rechecked, adhering his ear to
the door again.

Hearing a multitude of `wet' noises, he figured right away either his dad,
or David, or both were very noisy kissers. It sounded funny to him, making
him giggle, then cupped his hand over his own mouth.

He wanted to crack the door open to take a peak, but deemed it too
risky. Too, he already was scared stiff, not wanting to add to his
anxiety. He listened again, thinking if he closed his eyes he could blot
out the environment on the outside in order to pick up more noise on the
inside.

"What d'we got here? A peepin' Tom?"

Opening his eyes, Fletch jumped to his feet and as he nervously held hands
behind his back, like he was hiding something, reports to Jason, "I was
just making sure David and my dad could get to sleep okay!" He bore a
toothy smile!

With a smirk on his face, Jason crossed his arms across his bare chest and
scolded, "Good try, but it's not gonna cut it, Fletch. Y'know it's two
o'clock in the morning and boys your age should be in bed getting some
shuteye?"

"I couldn't sleep."

Knowing the score, Jason says, "Spying on your father and his lover isn't
going to make it any easier. Why don't you try counting sheep?" he
suggests, ushering Fletch back to his room.

It did occur to young Fletch, "How come you're not in there, instead of
David?"

Not having to look into Fletch's eyes, it was easy to say, "What your
father does is his business!"

"Hmm," Fletch thought, knowing he was being conned, but moving on, he held
no inhibitions to judge, "You stink!"

Knowing what it was from, cockjuice being shot all over the place,
especially when he fucked Gary and rather than coat the insides of his ass,
pulled out at the opportune time, shooting his manjuices all over Gary's
back. It would have been okay, but then he fell right onto Gary, slamming
his stomach against his back, the juices squishing all over the place like
a hand slapping a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, more jelly on the plate
than in the sandwich! Rather than get caught up in conversation, Jason
replies, "I'm gonna take a shower."

Fletch had hoped there was more of an explanation, but as Jason said, it
was two o'clock in the morning and he was feeling a little tired. He lay
down as Jason closed the door, pretty damn hard too, but did it wake Tyler?

Lying there in the quiet dark, Fletch began thinking about the smell. It
wasn't at all like Mr. A's pits, when he worked hard showing them how to
wrestle. No, this was a smell of a different... he couldn't think of the
word to describe it. Then he was proud of himself, coming up with the word
`sweet.' He quickly shot it down, "Nah, it was musty," he whispered to
himself. He remembers his mom using the word, describing the moldy stuff in
the bath tub.

Thinking about the bath tub made him think of Jason. Now what put an idea
in his head about Jason taking a shower? This was turning into a strange
night. All these questions, coupled with ideas of his own, made him so
curious. He had to find out something he wondered a few years ago.

Jason also had a smell on him his mother frequently had, owing it to
drinking colored stuff in a bottle which had a skinny neck. When she drank
this stuff it would make her tipsy and tired. One time he tried a sip. It
burned like fire and almost made him barf!

Out of bed again, he huffed, like someone was making him do something he
didn't want to do, like his dad telling him to take out the garbage. "Nah,"
he said, about to turn the doorknob. Right then, a picture came into mind,
those years ago when he stood as tall as Jason's crotch. He knew he had the
same thing there, a weenie and two balls, he knew they were called `balls'
because when he hit Mr. A in between the legs with the dodge ball, one of
the kids shouted out, "Shit! You hit him in the balls, Wally!" Thinking on
this, what he has under his zipper, compared to Jason, he was curious why
it looked like so much more was there.

Too, he thought of how Tyler was one up on him, because he had seen his
father naked. Walking back and forth like `he' were drunk, he dragged
himself back to the door as if he had the attitude, `if I gotta, I gotta,'
and opened the door. Sticking his head out, he spied up and down the
hallway.

Stepping outside, he walked down to the end of the hallway where he knew
the jon was and then listened for something... anything. Definitely
something was happening because he heard the sound of the shower
running. He figured this would be a cinch, since the shower made so much
noise, Jason would not hear him opening the door.

He was awed, nothing less than, in his own words, `Wow!'

Watching his `best adult friend' through the blurred shower stall, he
followed the curves of Jason's bod, the way his fanny seemed like it was
cut in half seemed enough revealing. Equally, if not stunned was he when
Jason turned around, facing him, his hands busy all over his own self. He
wondered if Jason could see him too, since this looked to be like one of
those one-sided trick mirrors the FBI used in movies.

Yearning to see the `prettiness' of Jason's bod without the glass between
them, he was shaken out of his gourd when Jason decides to
quick-as-lightning turn the faucets off and swing open the door. Stepping
back, his back was plastered up against the vanity.

Opening the door wide, Jason spots Fletch point blank, and squealing in a
high pitched voice as his right palm and arm cover his boobs, the other
hand his crotch, the turning of his knees inward to help shield his cock
and balls from view, "Oh my god! A man!"

So scared out of his wits, not that Jason would slap him or something,
maybe just yell at him a little, he stood there all clammed up, the whites
of eyes showing, if he thought about it, but instead did what any law
abiding gay man/boy would do and checked out `the flesh'. Ending up looking
at Jason's crotch, he said of the head and one sac escaping his best
friend's hand, "You're big!" Of course, compared to his littleness, Jason
was `huge' to say the least.

He didn't get slapped, didn't get a talking to, other than Jason dropping
the drama, hands opening the prison gate to his pubes and casually saying
in his normal voice, "Want to hand me a towel?"

Directed to a side rack, a towel hanging on it, Fletch breaks away, saying,
"Sure." He divided his attention between the towel and Jason.

Cool, Jason replies, "Don't worry. My pubes will still be here when you get
back!"

"Here," Fletch said, handing the towel to Jason.

"Thanks," he takes it and begins dabbing at his chest, the hanging towel
offering some camoflauge.

This made Fletch shift his gaze to Jason's face, knowing there was going to
be a speech to follow, but not before he could get in his most immediate
issue, "Are you gonna tell my dad?"

"It's a possibility. Can you give me at least one good reason why I
shouldn't? I mean it's like a major crime to stalk a man in the shower,
even if he is your best friend?"

Fletch cocked a little smile, since he sensed Jason wasn't being harsh on
him, but rather bawled him out like he was telling a humorous
joke. Shrugging his shoulders, Fletch provides an answer to help keep Jason
from tattling on him, "Curious?"

He should have guessed, it being Fletch's reason for everything he
explained, when Fletch was once called, `Wally'. "Curiosity killed the cat,
too, y'know?"

Fletch just smiled, not missing the chance to view Jason's pubes, now being
dried off.

"Mind your manors and turn around!"

"No!" Fletch said, a daring smile on his face.

"Okay, so watch, but if your dad finds out, just remember... this was your
idea and not mine!"

Fletch never did tell his father, never told anyone, until many years
later, when he did find it an interesting story to tell to his soulmate!

%

Next morning.. it was morning... later that morning, the dining area, open
to the kitchen as well, but spacious enough for a small crowd of twenty or
so, was all abuzz with the kids filling Jason in on what happened on the
boardwalk, commencing with stuffing themselves at the dinner table.

Jason waited, wondering if Fletch would slip and tell about viewing his
family jewels. He knew if it was mentioned, it would not be on
purpose. It's the way this friendship operated, out of trust and both
parties stuck to their guns.

With conversation hitting a lull, the kids excused themselves to go change
into their swimming trunks, Berk reporting with them to the laundry room,
where there suits were washed out yesterday.

Throwing a hint to elaborate on where and what Pieter was doing last night,
especially with catching Fletch listening at the keyhole, which gave him
the inclination Pieter was not alone in bed and waiting for him, "I slept
out on the porch last night." He sipped his coffee.

"Comfy?" Pieter replies, sure not to give any detail.

David sat there acting like a spectator at a ping pong match.

"A little `sweaty', considering you..." he made a fast break, "Oh, did
David spend the night?"

"Yes," Pieter replies, "and because this is going to come out eventually,
our behavior was much like in my latest movie?"

David loved the way Pieter put it, adding dramatics to the line, using his
acting abilities to fake choking on a sip of coffee. With surprise, he
didn't really mind it, rather thinking it light comedy, Pieter's rebuttal
brought on in such a manner.

"I see," Jason filtered out his reaction with poise. He didn't choke on his
sip of coffee!

Taking up the slack in the threeway conversation, David asks, "Were you
with my brother last night?"

Most likely a ploy for `getting even', Jason replies, "For a while, playing
out an orgy scene from one of Pieter's movies, but then Chip led him away
to another cabin."

Detecting more than what was said here, plus the addition of an unknown
character, Pieter asks, "Chip?"

David voiced the same, "Yes, who is this Chip fellow?" he led the witness.

Rattling off Chip's stats, Jason replies, "Eighteen years old, average
height and weight, light brown hair, smooth bod, except the thin treasure
trail and `oh my god' what a treasure! Piercings here, here and here," he
finger-pointed to his left ear, eyebrow and then left nip. "Any other
questions?" Jason took another swig of caffeine.

"Thanks for the vague description," Pieter mocked sarcastically.

"Hey, you asked. I'm only providing information for your curious minds!"
Jason made a quick flashback to Fletch and of his 3-am conversation in the
jon.

"I see," Pieter replies.

"Oh, so Michael went off with this teenager to another cabin and then
what?" David bit his lip.

"Don't know," Jason casually sipped his coffee. "All I do know though, is
Chip was going to rope him to the bed and do I dunno what else."

Clamming up, sitting up straight in his chair and with concern, David asks,
"Did he leave the ship with you?"

"Yacht," Jason corrects him. "It's a `boat', not a ship."

"Whatever," and with more force of interrogation, "did he leave with you?"

"No, but don't you think Michael is a big boy and can handle his own
affairs?"

Sitting back, David seemed to see things Jason's way, but still, even
though Michael was a year older than him, he considered him the baby of the
family. "I just hope he's all right. Tied down to a bed sounds awful risky
to me."

Pieter comes up with, "Why don't you dial him on his cell?"

Like a beam of light entering a dark room, David sped out of the dining
room, headed for the bedroom.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?" he responds to Pieter.

"Why don't we clear the air here."

"Why? I kind like the smell of cooked French toast?"

Pieter smirks, saying, "I like you Jason."

"Here it comes," Jason makes like he's playing a violin.

Adamant, Pieter lays it on the line, "Look, I like you, but I don't love
you. No wait. That came out wrong."

"I know what you mean," then Jason spells it out plain and simple, "I love
you as a friend too, but as far as a permanent fuck buddy, it's not going
to work."

"Jack Upman said almost the same line in `Cheesy Doodles,'" Pieter recalls
a scene from one of his porn movies.

"I know. That's where I got it from. For the record, I thought you
should've won an Academy Award for your portrayal of the cocksucker!"

Not allowing Jason to get the edge, Pieter says of it, "I know. I should
have one if even based on how many cocks I had to suck!"

"But I always wondered something."

"What's that?"

"When an actor is taking it up the ass, all that moaning and groaning... is
that a put on or what?"

"Feels good to me. Why shouldn't it feel good for the next guy?"

Tired of the charades, Jason asks, "So you and David had a good time last
night?"

They did, but this wasn't the issue as far as Pieter was concerned. "Fletch
is going to be terribly disappointed?"

Being serious, Jason replies, "I know. He thought we were going to be the
perfect couple and was overjoyed thinking I was going to be not only his
best friend, but a father-figure for him too."

Silence, they stared at each other.

Pieter says, "I think I'm gonna cry."

"I know. I feel more sorrow for him than I do for myself." Doing something
rare, he says, "I'm really sorry it didn't work out for us and you can
blame this all on me."

Pieter replies, "I'm a twenty-nine year old man. You're a horny twenty-two
year old. You're entitled to an adventurous life before you're ready to be
tied down to `married, with children'!"

Chuckling, Jason couldn't deny the facts, replying, "There. You've said it
like it is and... that's the way it is. I can't help it, wanting to fuck
every hot guy I see!"

Coming back to the table in a fitfully good mood, David says with glee, "I
talked with Michael and no problem. he says he's having the time of his
life and then after this Chip-guy let him finish talking, he disconnected
us."

Both missing something, Jason, more educated, because he was there,
remarks, "Michael was still tied to the bed?"

"Yeah and he had plenty to say about it!"

"Oh?" Jason sits back with question. "How would that go?"

"Never mind." David leaves Jason stone cold, "I passed by the kid's room
and they are all ready to go down to the beach, but in the meantime I asked
them if they would like to take a trip to the marine center I work at."

Pieter gave Jason a sly look, as if unfinished with their own conversation,
replying, "I think it would be a real treat for them David."

Jason gestured like saying, `Good idea!'

As Pieter and David worked on some of the timing of details, Jason sat
there and like sugarplums dancing in his head, wondered what kind of sweet
time Michael had and was having. Getting up, he says, "Well I'll catch up
with you guys later. Have fun!"

Pieter had an inkling to ask where Jason was headed, but kept his attention
on David talking away.

Fletch bursts into the room with, "We're ready to go see the big turtles!"

Tyler adds, "David said we can touch a real live dolphin!"

"What happened to your swim trunks?" David asks, after seeing the two all
dressed for the beach, trading their suits for shorts and shirts.

Seeing the boys impetuous as hell, Pieter gets up from the table, saying,
"I better get busy and put on my makeup!"

He left and seeing question on the boys' face, David replies, "He meant
getting his clothes on."

"Oh yeah," Fletch replies, "We knew that, right Tyler?" He hits the back of
his hand against Tyler's thigh.

"Right! We knew!"

Sitting at the breakfast table, David, Pieter and Jason were attired in
only long-legged lounge pants. Leaving, David did notice Jason had a tee
shirt stuck in the back of his pants, hanging over his right ass
cheek. However, instead of continuing on a path of remembering his chest,
stomach and back, he turned back to the kids.

Tyler asks, "Aren't you going to get dressed too?"

A direct hint, David gets up, saying, "Since you mentioned it!"

Walking into the room, he finds Pieter sitting on the bed, head in his
hands. "What's up?" he jumps into the other side of the bed, crawling over
to Pieter like a soldier on the ground in boot camp training.

Looking up, Pieter had actual tears in his eyes.

"Oh, what's the matter?" David sincerely felt the pain of whatever Pieter
was going through. Getting up to his knees, he flipped his bod around so
his legs hung over the same side.

"Nothing," Pieter replied.

"Yeah, right!" his twenty-four year old friend replied, said like he knew
Pieter wasn't opening up to him. "You might be able to fool those actors
you work with, but this is `me' you're talking too!"

"Sorry." Then with wiping an eye, "I feel so terribly bad about Jason
leaving."

Taking his hands off Pieter, like he touched a hot iron, David replies,
"Oh?"

"No, it's not what you think. I meant it when I told Jason... I forget what
I told him, but it was something like we make good friends, but not good
lovers."

In actuality, it was Jason who spell out the facts.

Replacing his hands, one over Pieter's shoulder, the other on his thigh,
David says, "Whew! I thought you meant something else."

Knowing what David sensed, Pieter replies, "I like you David. I like you
very much."

Rather than speak out what he was feeling, David moves his head close, his
first kiss on Pieter's cheek, working his way around to his lips.

Abruptly the two boys fall inside the doorway, when Fletch's hand, by
accident, slips on the door knob!

Getting up, David yells, "What are you two little peepers doing?"

Standing, Tyler confesses, pointing to his friend, "It was his idea!"

Fletch couldn't say nothin' because Tyler was telling the truth. Only thing
he did was bare his smiling teeth and mutter a soft, "Sorry."

Quickly ushering the two out, reprimanding them, "Get outta here you
peepers or your father and I will never be able to get dressed!"

Fletch knew it wasn't the reason they were behind the closed door, but he
also picked up on his father not being happy and he wondered what that was
about.

%

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