Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2011 18:11:47 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 14

-The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
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areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
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THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 14

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%


For the first ten minutes or so, Fletch and Tyler cried their eyes out,
sitting in the front seat, while Pieter drove them back home after the
weekend, mostly spent with David `and Killer'!


A distraction, Fletch finally wonders, "Hey, where's Jason?" He looked over
the seat to make sure he wasn't sacked out on the back seat. Turning around
and parking his butt in the seat, Fletch realizes Jason hadn't been with
them after the beach scene, "Oh yeah."


"Jason," Pieter pondered for himself. "Last thing I heard from Jason was a
message on my cell phone, saying he would find his own way back home."


Things turned gloomy again, but not over leaving David, Sean and Killer
behind, but, "I thought Jason was going to live with us?"


Tyler, speaking like an adult, states, "I thought you wanted David to live
with you and your dad?"


It put things to rest temporarily, Pieter not having to mention another
word, Fletch saying as he crossed his arms over in front of himself, "I
gotta think about this!"


%


As Jason shaved, Garrett showered. In the middle of the two, Barrett busts
open the door, "Oh hi. Mind if I take a piss?"


`Oh my god!' Jason thought, while holding his face to the side to get at the
area around his sideburns. He smiled, thinking like a `two for one' sale,
"Sure. No problem. Just don't miss and squirt my foot!"


Letting loose his stream, Barrett recollects, "Had sex with a guy once who
rather liked feeling my hot stream batter him in the chest?"


It happening `once' to Jason, he relays, "Yeah, once for me too, but I
wasn't exactly crazy about it." He went on shaving.


Shaking the last drips from his cock, Barrett replies, "Oh? How did that
go?"


"Got a drip or two in my mouth, but other than that, wasn't so bad. Still,
don't get your hopes up Barrett!"


To break up their little watersports conversation, Garrett pushes open the
glass and metal door, "When did you come in?" he addresses his twin. "Hand
me a towel."


"Say please," the towel drapes from Barrett's hand.


"You always this cordial with one another?" Jason adds with a giggle.


Twins they were, but as far as personalities, they differed somewhat,
Barrett the more `alpha' figure, asking, "By the way, you into threesomes,
Jason?"


"Have in the past, but I think I'll stick with one on one for a while, thank
you!"


It put a smile on Garrett's face, Jason catching the reaction in the mirror.
It suddenly dawned on him he was tying himself down to a man. In particular,
a man who stood up to his brother.


"Shame," Barrett brushed it off, replacing himself in the shower from where
Garrett takes his exit, "I bet you're a hot one in bed!"


"Oh!" Jason exclaims, turning around, getting the up and down scan from
Barrett, "How did things go with Michael?"


"Hot," Barrett replies, gaining the attention of the two. "After I fucked
him over, two other guys came in and asked me if I knew Michael was a porn
star. I thought I recognized the face, but the name drew a blank."


Folding his arms across his chest, Jason gets comfortable. However he forgot
he still had the razor in his hand and carved an eighth of an inch section
out of his left pec hair! "Oops!"


Barrett says, "It'll grow back, with a little fertilizer!" He fondles his
meat.


Dropping both arms he chopped Barrett's roaming hands.


Snidely, Garrett says, "I'll take care of that."


"You?" Barrett gives a fake laugh, "Since when did you start fucking guys?"


Even though they didn't get that far in their first and last sexcapade,
Jason defends, "Oh man it felt great having your brother pound my ass!"


"Daymn Jason! You had me totally fooled!"


They both did, carrying on the charades, first Garrett going on, "Yeah,
Jason was so, so tight too!"


"Oh man. Thought your brother was going to rip my ass apart!"


Barrett responds, like he missed something spectacular, "Daymn!" His cock
had gone from soft to stiff.


"Yup, Jason did everything I told him too." Then, dragging the truth farther
away, "If I told Jason right now to get on his knees and suck you off,
without hesitation, he would do it!"


"Daymn! Tell him bro!"


But Barrett didn't get the upper hand. Instead Jason mopped the residue of
shaving cream from his face, while he and Garrett laughed their asses off.
Jason tosses the towel to Barrett, him catching it midchest.


"What tha fuck?" Barrett complains as the two take their leave. If anything,
he didn't let a little incident like this keep him from relieving his hard
condition, Jason at the apex of his jerk-off fantasy!


%


Dropping Tyler off, Pieter got mostly the cold treatment from his son.


Entering the big, lonely, dark home, Fletch sits himself down on the sofa in
silence.


Following suit, Pieter does the same. Feeling like he should be the first to
speak, he says, "I'm sorry it didn't work out between Jason and me. I know
you had high hopes of having your best `adult friend' around forever, but
trust me Fletch, it wouldn't have been the best, if anything, for Jason and
me."


A `big man' at ten years old, almost eleven, Fletch replies, "I like David
too."


With `three' the magic number when it came down to a relationship starting
up, Pieter asks, "And Sean?"


Manly, Fletch asks, "Did Sean stay in the same bed as you and David last
night?"


He already kept it from Fletch, the field of acting he was in and decided
immediately not to make anymore bonds of lies, "That he did. How do you feel
about that?"


"I love you dad and I like David a lot, Sean too, but I never heard of a boy
having three fathers?"


It was all new to Pieter, three living together in the real world, but
reflections of being on the set, in bed with two other guys, he replies, "I
think if it goes where David, Sean and I get along, it could be so. I think
I'm explaining it right."


"Might be okay." And his famous catch-phrase, "I'll have to think about
this."


Standing, Pieter says as he rubs his hands together, "I thought we could
concentrate this week on cleaning up and clearing out?"


"What?" It didn't register with Fletch, still in deep thought.


"I bet there's a dumpster full of stuff in the attic and basement?"


"I don't know," Fletch replies. "She never let me go down in the basement. I
don't know what's in the attic."


Seeing Fletch still grumpy, Pieter sits on the sofa next to his son and with
excitement, "I think it will be fun living with Sean and David. Just think!
You'll get to see Killer everyday!"


It brightened up Fletch's outlook right away, "You mean we don't have to
live in this dump?"


Making Pieter laugh, he replies, "If you don't mind moving down to David's
house at the shore?"


"Do I have to sleep in the closet?"


Taking it like a joke, Pieter replies, "I know it's a small room, but maybe
if we decide to stay there longterm, we can do something about the size."


Fletch, deciding things in his mind, asks, "Does that mean we're going to
try out living with Sean and David and if it doesn't work out we're going to
come back to this dump?"


Everything about the place reeked of darkness and despair. One of the only
places of refuge Fletch had was his self-decorated bedroom. The other was
standing somewhere in the neighborhood, on someone else's turf, talking with
Jason.


"I thought," Pieter explains, "even if we don't live with David and Sean for
a long time, I would sell the house?"


Taking it like a man, not which Fletch felt sad about, he stands, saying,
"We better get started cleaning out the basement. Nobody wants to pay for a
house loaded with junk!"


The two reported to their respected rooms, changing from beach duds into
clothes they didn't mind getting dusty or dirty.


%


"Want to go shopping?"


Jason replies, "Not on my salary!"


Incarcerated in Garrett's spacious room, Jason had picked out some clothes
from his new boyfriend's collection.


"We're a couple aren't we?"


"Boyfriends," Jason reminded him.


"Still. What's mine is yours?"


"I won't hold you to that."


"Why not Jason? Aren't we going to have a relationship to last for all
time," Garrett asks, getting sweet on Jason, creeping up from behind,
wrapping his hands against his pecs, rubbing downwards.


Jason wasn't sure. Even in the last few years, earning money here and there
meeting with guys for paid sex, there were a select few he picked out to
have something longterm with, but he wasn't ready. Pieter, at twenty-nine
years old, had a kid. Right now he wasn't sure he wanted to follow the same
route even at twenty-four years old. He compared Garrett with Fletch, not
wanting to commit himself and then fuck'n'suck outside the relationship,
much like Pieter left to find his niche in the city and wander back into
Fletch's life several years later. Something he heard Fletch say, Jason
replies, "I'll have to think about this."


Physically turning Jason around, Garrett replies, "Maybe I can help."


Last night the sex was good. Not taking on any roles, they both kissed,
licked and sucked. No commitments were made at the time and it was a casual
togetherness.


Letting himself go now, Jason allowed Garrett to take up the reins,
instigating some hugging, first to offer a kiss.


It gave Jason a certain `zing' he hadn't felt in a long, long time, not
since he had a crush on the captain of the high school football team. He
jerked off every night, thinking of having something going with the football
hunk. Making the connection, he held Garrett, thinking along the lines of
`football', but slowly his heart melted and he engrossed himself in
Garrett's pitch.


%


They both coughed, opening the cellar door, which would hardly budge until
the two put their shoulders to it. Some of it was for real, some of the
coughing, acting!


"I thought the upstairs was bad!" Pieter says, pulling a little string
attached to a light bulb.


"Where do we start?" Fletch asks in despair.


"Good question. How about right in front of us and work our way back?"


Right in front of them was a box on top of a box which was on top of a box.
It was pretty much the same scenario throughout the long basement, except
for a few distinguishable items and pieces of furniture.


The two started out opening a box, but Fletch's curiosity won out and he
went pilfering through the more tangible objects.


"Hey dad! Come take a look at this! I think I found something!" Indeed,
Fletch's hurried hand, cuing his father towards him, showed his excitement
at his find.


"What have you got there?"


"I think it's a bunch of buttons!"

"Buttons?" Pieter took a dusty rag and proceeded to dust the contents off.
Holding up one of the `buttons', Pieter curses out loud, "Holy shit!"


Skipping right over the profanity, something his mother wouldn't dare stand
for, kept Fletch in sync with her high ideals of discipline. With her gone
and in the presence of his new role model, he glides right over the
misdemeanor, "Did I find something good?"


"Good as gold," Pieter replies, trying the old pirate test of bending a gold
coin with his teeth. He wound up spitting out dust before stating, "I think
you found something is right, Fletch!"


It `was' gold and by the time an assessor and his young trainee had helped
clean and count out the gold coins, nestled away in four dresser draws,
Pieter as much as told Fletch he was `set for life'!


%


"I really feel strange doing this, Garrett," Jason put forth as he tried on
a really, really expensive shirt.


"I like how it fits your bod, Jason."


"It's a little tight," came a third opinion.


Their attention shifted around, facing Barrett. He gives opinion, "But I
like it. Jason, you really need to try on a pair of chinos a size smaller?
Really bring out your goods!"


"Really?" To match Barrett's whit, Jason says, "I bet you would look good in
some Nouguet briefs?"


"Are you fuckin' kidding? I only wear Nouguet's briefs. Love the cock-sock
look and feel," Barrett says, feeling up his lower midsection.


"Great, Barrett. Now the whole world knows you have something big to pack in
there!" Garrett returns.


Smiling, Barrett approaches Garrett and puttering at his pubes, "Don't
forget. We're twins. We match anatomically too!" Then for an unbiased
opinion, "Right Jason?"


"Right Barrett," Jason replies, having stepped over to them and patted down
Barrett's cock-sock.


"Ahem!" came the forced manner of greeting, their salesguy breaking up their
little feel-good session.


"Hey, Juan! How's it going? Long time no see," he greets the young
twenties-Hispanic with a bod hug.


"Great. Who is your new boyfriend?"


"Not mine. Seems my twin brother has found himself a fuckbuddy!"


Seeing Barrett being `mean', Jason replies, "Yeah. Real nice fuckbuddy at
that!"


As brash as Barrett could be, Juan says, with a Michael Jackson hold on his
crotch, "Anytime you want a hot meal, Jason?"


"Thanks, but I think I'd rather feed my cock into your tight ass?"


Garrett laughed as Juan shows disappointment.


In quick recovery, Juan avoids the subject, asking, "So what are you looking
for at Braddock's today, Jason?"


Rubbing it in, Jason says, "Well since I'm in such a ritzy store and
Garrett's footing the bill, I might as well go for the whole ensemble!"
Partially it was said for Barrett's ears.


"I figured so," Barrett got the wrong impression. Still with his balls
boiling, Barrett thought now along the lines of not only fucking Jason at
both ends, but having a nice slap-around session, one on one, with Jason
bound and for his intense pleasure. He thought it a `piece of cake'. It's
worked before, Barrett moving in on his twin brother's territory, assuming
his identity, whereas Garrett had no clue to why his boyfriends were
dropping like flies.


Extra sweet was it, Barrett seeing Jason changing shirts in the private
sales room, fashioned for a single shopper, picturing what he would do to
that muscled bod!


%


With calm settling over the Van Dam household, the assessor left his
trainee, Eric Hilker to tie up the loose ends.


"Knowledgeable boss," Pieter says as they share lunch.


Pieter had called out. One downside -  unfortunately the pizza boy was a
girl!


"Don't tell my uncle, but I think I know more than him!"


Fletch catches on quick, "That old man is your uncle? I thought he was your
grandfather!"


"Fletch," Pieter reprimands, "I don't think that is a nice thing to say.
Want to tell Eric you're sorry?"


"Sorry Eric," Fletch says in a lowly voice.


Trying to make Fletch feel good, Eric says, "Between the three of us,
sometimes I feel like introducing myself as his grandson!"


"See dad!"


Smirking, Pieter directs to their lunch guest, "Who's side are you on
anyway, Eric?"


"Sorry. I can see your point as a father, but for myself, it's no biggie
deal."


`Biggie!' Fletch liked that word. It's like some of the words Jason used to
slip to him like `banana'.


Out of the blue, even though he's been warned about asking strangers before
getting permission, he asks, "Dad can Eric go swimming with us?"


However, thinking the teen kind of cute, Pieter skips over the infraction,
"If he doesn't have anything to do this afternoon?"


"I don't, but I'm afraid the only thing under this suit which replicates a
swimsuit is my briefs?"


"That'll do!" Pieter says with a grin.


Fletch tells him, "Eric, my dad has plenty of suits. Jason used to borrow
them too!"


"Jason?" Eric asks, staring right at Pieter.


Leave it to Fletch to let the cat out of the bag, "Jason is... was my dad's
boyfriend." Then to his dad, because he's still confused over the issue, "Is
he dad or is it David now?"


"Well Eric, I think probably you don't have to guess about my sexual
orientation!" He laughs.


Letting it be known, Eric spills forth, "Heck, if you weren't dating two
guys I'd take a crack at asking you for a date myself!"


"You're gay too, Eric?" Fletch asks with exclamation.


Pieter replies, "You're way too young for me Eric, but thanks." Then right
into Fletch's question, "Yes he's gay."


"I hope that's okay?" After he said it, Eric thought what a stoopid thing to
say.


"Sure it's okay," Fletch renders, "because more than my dad's gay. So is
Jason and David," Fletch sets into naming every gay guy he knows, "Sean,
David's brother, Michael and my friend Tyler!"


"Tyler?" Pieter questions.


"Oops," Fletch suddenly realizes too, "I was supposed to keep it a secret."


Sitting back in his chair, Pieter gets to thinking, if Tyler is gay, then
just maybe... "Tyler is gay, huh? You boys've talked about it?"


"Dad," Fletch tries beating around the bush, "if I tell you something,
promise you wouldn't be mad at me?"


Skating his kitchen chair over next to Fletch, Pieter makes it easy on his
son's confession, "Remember, any time you're in trouble or if you've done
something wrong you can always come to me and whatever it is, I will still
love you no matter what."


"I think I'm gonna cry," Eric lets out a fake sniff.


Crumbling a napkin up, Pieter throws it at Eric, saying, "Wipe your damn
eyes!"


Wising up, Eric asks, "Maybe you want me to leave the room?"


Fletch jumps to conclusion, "No! My dad's going to need somebody to hug
after I tell him about me!"


Pieter smiles, joking, "I might!"


"No problem. I don't mind being somebody's crying towel!"


Thrown back, Pieter catches the balled up napkin like a professional ball
player.


%


Standing there, watching Jason change into the final set of clothing, a mere
tank top and speedo, he asks, "Hey, how do I know if you are Garrett or
Barrett?"


With one of the twins walking away, the one left says, "I'm Garrett.
Remember I put the blue-buttoned shirt on this morning?" He pulls it away
from his chest.


"Oh right." Next on Jason's mind, "How do I know you and Barrett didn't
change clothes?"


"Remember this, Jason, it's not me who is the shifty, conniving twin?"


"I can't believe it!"

"Can't believe what Jason?"


"We must be on the same wavelength. I was thinking the exact same thing
about your brother, sorry."


"Don't be sorry. Can I tell you something?"


"Sure," Jason replies.


"I'm not certain of this, but I think the last three boyfriends I have had,
I no longer have as a result of Barrett doing something `evil' which has
driven them away?"


"`Evil?' Like how?"


"I don't know, but I got suspicious one day, after my third boyfriend
ditched me. Rummaging through the draws in his room I found a bottle of
prescription pills. Barrett doesn't take any medicine, so I wrote down the
name of it and checked at the drug store. They turned out to be sleeping
pills."


Jason tried to figure, but, "And what do you think he's doing with them?"


"I don't know," Garrett replies. "Sometimes I don't trust Barrett and am not
sure about my suspicions."


"Which are?"


"I think sometimes he drugs guys and does stuff to them."


"Hmm," Jason mulls it over, "those are mighty powerful accusations?"


"You're right," Garrett concedes. "I'm probably blowing this all out of
proportion, but flatly I just don't trust him when it comes to guys."


"I guess the reason you're telling me this," Jason scoots down the last
garment covering his loins, to put the speedo on, "is for me to watch my
back?"


Looking down at Jason's fucking apparatus, Garrett replies, "And your
front?"


"Now you're kidding with me!"


The conversation became light and lively again, but in the back of Jason's
head, he couldn't let their talk rest with peace of mind.


%


Sitting there, Eric folds his hands on the table like saying grace and leans
in as he says, "Wow. That's deep, Fletch. I never knew I was gay when I was
ten years old."


"How old were you?" Fletch asks.


Pieter had a curious mind as well!


"Maybe fourteen or fifteen. I kind of realized I had a deeper interest in
the boys and no interest whatsoever in pursuing dating with a girl. Probably
the biggest influence was checking out my team mates in the lockerroom
and..."


"I think we get the picture, Eric?" If Fletch wasn't there, perhaps Pieter
would have dug deeper asking some personal stats, like `bigness' and other
fine details.


"Sure. I didn't mean this to turn into a porn novel!"


Fletch wasn't sure he knew what Eric meant, but he laughed along with it.
Pieter did too, but reflected on David's thoughts of when he was going to
fess up and tell Fletch he was into some `special field' of acting!


%


"By the way, Jason," Garrett lifts his shirt and turns around, "I have a
little scar back here from when I got caught on a nail. When in doubt of
which twin it which, check there!"


Smart guy, Jason already had an idea about what Barrett did to guys. With
the mention of sleeping pills, probably it was tasteless in a glass of water
and if the person administering it in a hidden beverage, they would know
just how much was needed to conk a guy out, strip him and... he didn't want
to even think of what Barrett had in mind for his victim. Though, he wasn't
oblivious to a guy tied down, him having experienced it first hand. Only
difference, his `dominator' was a trusted dude, who was into powerplay and
with time grew to allow himself to be tied down, as if no way out of his
bindings. As Garrett had said, he neither trusted Barrett and would watch
his back and front!


%


Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee


`THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM' may not be sold, nor made part of any
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