Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 16:52:16 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 18

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
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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 18

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%


"Oh-h-h-h-h she is so-o-o-o-o-o pretty!"


As the two boys rounded the big tank, it seemed like Killer and his
sweetheart escorted them.


Fletch was inquisitive to ask, "Where is she from?"


"A zoo in Florida where they had one too many baby whales," Sean provided
explanation.


"This is so cool!" Eric was even impressed by the mammoth babies swimming
alongside them.


Too, as they traveled the `moat', a trench between the giant rounded tank
separating the public from the backdrop of the private sector, Eric's eyes
were not only on the swimming pair, but checking out the human male
lifeforms as well!


Evan asks, "What's her name?"


Sean stops, hands on hips, stalls, then says, "It was meant to be a secret,
but when David says something, act surprised. He was going to let `you' name
the other baby whale!"


"Me?" Evan and Fletch question Sean at the same moment.


He knew David meant Fletch, but didn't have the heart to leave Evan out of
the choosing, "Both of ya's!"


Excited, both went straight ahead, firing away at names, quizzing each
other.


"Enjoying the whale watch?" Sean asks Eric, a sly grin added for effect.


"Well sure," Eric replies, an unsteadiness to his reply. Knowing Sean meant
something else, "and other species of interest!"


Right on the same plane as Eric, surprising him, Sean mentions, "Like the
two hotties in the baseball caps and tank tops near the top row of seats?"


"How did you.... know?" Eric is amazed at Sean being right on the button.


"Hey," he puts his arm on Eric's shoulder, "you're not the only one enjoys
beauty when you see it." And as anxious as Eric to `make new friends', he
says, "How about we deliver the boys to David and if we put some hustle into
it, we could be back here right before the show is ending to give the two
the `extended' tour?"


Eric shot ahead of Sean, calling out to the boys, promising them anything,
food for starters, to draw them away from the whales!


%


As they turned off for the exit to the shoreline, Mac's cellphone kicks in,
him pulling to the side of the road. He announces, after looking at the
readout, "My good buddy, Pablo!" Turning from Jason to talk into the phone,
"Yeah, whatya got for me Pablo?"


Listening, as if small talk, Jason hears the conversation turn from sour to
sweet.


"But he's in the clear?"


Waiting, Jason senses Mac's friend, Pablo, is adding a lot of things
impertinent to the information he had wanted, but Mac is patient and lets
Pablo talk.


"Whew! That's really good news Pablo. For a minute there we knew things were
touch and go."


As Mac chats, Jason sits back in ease, thinking back to the accident. He
wasn't totally impervious to the fact the kid he was giving CPR was very
good looking. He smiled, thinking of the disheveled dirty blond hair, the
small cuts which colored his almost bleached white skin with blotches of
red. However, for the most part, his mouth on Kjartan's mouth, his utmost
thoughts were of saving a life, but secondary, how nice his lips tasted!


"Did you hear me?"


Jason didn't even realize Mac had cut off the call, let alone start turning
the wheel to get back on the road. "Yeah. I mean no. What did you say?"


"Nothing much. Only that you're a big hero in the eyes of the kid's father
and he wants to personally thank you."


Giggling, Jason says, "Sure. I'll shake the man's hand!"


"It's not as easy as that, Jason."


"What do you mean?"


"I don't blame you if you haven't heard of the name, Magnus Vigfusson.
Neither have I, but apparently he is very big in the fashion world."


"Model?"


"Designer. He is very well known throughout Europe, very involved in the
Milan fashion circuit as well as his Scandanvian homeland."


"And?" Jason questions as Mac picks up speed.


"Kjartan is his only family, apparently and he cherishes the boy. Saving
him, you are probably on the pedestal as number two most important person in
his life."


"Hmm," Jason thinks it over, coming up with a wisecrack, "I was thinking I
could use a new pair of jeans!" He laughs it off.


"Don't laugh!" Mac says, "Saving his boy you're in store for more than a
pair of jeans. More like a whole new wardrobe and Vigfusson wants you to
accompany him and Kjartan on a worldwide tour, showing off his new
collection."


"Worldwide?" Jason asks, sketchy on the details, "Does that mean I'll be
leaving US soil?"


"I imagine you will hitting all the fashion hotspots, London, Paris, Rome,
Milan, Tokyo, Dubai, Buenos Aires to name a few."


"Wow!" Jason suddenly sees is as, "Me a world traveler!"


"However there `is' one little catch!"


"Dammit," Jason exclaims, "there goes my trip to Dubai. I hear they have
some really hot boys there!"


After breathing out a sound of laughter, Mac says, "Don't worry I'm sure
you'll get there!"


"Yeah right. So what unsurmountable little favor do I have to do for
`Fignewton'?"


It set Mac laughing his ass off, then telling Jason, "You better mind your
matters, because it also seems that since `Vigfusson' trusted you with his
son's life, you have suddenly become a part of his inner circle, a group of
people he puts a lot of trust in. Therefore, since he cannot be in the city
24/7, it's been put to me to ask you if you wouldn't mind spending time at
his son's bedside until he's well enough to travel?"


"What?" Jason exclaims out loud, thinking of the chance of a lifetime to
play nursemaid to `the angel'.


Taking it negatively, Mac says, "But if you don't want to do it, I'm
sure...."


"No! I mean yeah! Sure I'll do it. It's the least I can do for Fignewton!"


Mac puts it to Jason, "I wasn't sure, because of your landscaping job and
all?"


"I might as well kiss that job goodbye. I haven't like checked in in two
days."


"Oh I won't worry about that."


"Huh?" Jason questions Mac's motives.


"Pablo. It seems headquarters got a call from a Joe Fratelli?"


"My boss! Did he say I'm fired?"


Smiling, waiting for the ez-pass lane to become less congested, "It seems
Magnus Vigfusson is not the only one who thinks you're a hero. Did you know
your name and picture have gone viral?"


"I'm diseased?"


Smirking, Mac also renders, "Pablo also says the news channels have gotten
hold of your heroic deed and all the major talk shows `want you'!"


"Oprah?" Jason questions.


"Um, except Oprah."


"Oh."


"Doesn't matter," Mac shoves it aside. "The main focus you have right now is
do you or do you not want to play nursemaid to Kjartan Vigfusson?"


Then one obstacle seemed to drift into Jason's mind, him offering, "What
about you and me?"


Mac replies with a smile, "Yeah, we had a fucking good time last night,
didn't we?"


"Yeah. That's what I mean," Jason says, thinking of the melancholy moment,
filled with oral and anal sex.


Getting Jason off the hook, Mac says, "Y'know, for awhile there it was on
and off, hit and miss with Pablo and me and... well you know he's getting
sweet on me again and..."


Wise to him, Jason says, "And you're giving me one helluva cock and bull
story to let me off the hook, right?"


He was, but also had another story to add to this, something Pablo told him
Vigfusson told him, "No, really, Pablo and me, we... well forget about me,
just think of it as we had a really nice time in bed. Look to the future."


"I thought `you' were `in' my future, Mac!"


Forgetting about himself, because lately he has had thoughts of rekindling
the fire with Pablo, after giving their relationship a rest, he puts it
bluntly, "Pablo relayed to me the fact, Vigfusson says someone caring needs
to be there at the boy's bedside when he wakes up. There's an `uncle', who
is not really related by blood, but rather a godparent, who could be
mistaken for the boy's grandfather and Vigfusson thought maybe it might be
good to have someone younger with Kjartan when he snaps out of it, because
it seems Kjartan had just broken up with his lover and was distraught,
so..."


"Lover?" Jason hoped it was `male'.


Mac smiled, which really answered Jason's inquiry.


"Kjartan's gay?"


Still Mac stay silent, which conveyed all Jason needed to know.


"Well whoopee-do!" Then, with a fake sense of seriousness, "Of course I
would not mind helping poor Mr. Fignewton in his time of distress!"


Knowing Jason for only a short time, Mac has gotten a good sense of him
personality wise. Of course, when Jason talked about his past he wasn't so
sure of the course Jason set for himself, but after tangling with the
`terror twins', it seemed Jason had called himself a changed man and was
sincere. Thinking it in the bag, Mac says, "You need to be at the hospital
tomorrow around noontime. Vigfusson has arranged for you to stay at the
Radisson, rooftop suite. You can charge anything you wish to the room, but I
would suggest staying away from any `tricks'?"


Answering him, because in Jason's mind he was `done' with all that stuff, he
says, "Go!" when the traffic lets up, a gap of eight car lengths ahead of
them. Too, a honker behind them made the two look to the mirrors.


"What the fuck?" Jason's voice registered complaint. However he was quick to
mellow out, "Like oh my god! Was he like fuckin' cute or what?"


"He was fuckin' cute all right!" Mac agrees.


The two watched the corvette pull out from behind them, pass on the right
and speed up, leaving them in his dust.


Impatient, Jason asks, "Well, aren't you going to chase him? He's
speeding!"


"It's not in my jurisdiction, Jason. Besides, no pun intended, but I thought
you were through with chasing after men?"


Seeing the hilarity of the remark, plus his own failure to keep to his own
self-proclaimed word, Jason laughs it off, "Oh yeah. Forgot!"


%


After the trio had had their fill of coffee, chatting over the couple's
history, but mostly Pieter's involvement in the porn movie industry, Phil
and Bill telling the story of how they met and Phil learning Bill's florist
trade, there was not much subject matter to talk about.


Bill, horny for some more conversation, mainly a primary concern for keeping
him already in `prime' response to Pieter's graphic description of how he
came to be associated with the suck'n'fuck scene, asks, "By the way, what
happens if an actor shows up on the set and can't get it up?"


Smirking, Phil replies, ""You' would not have any trouble, I'm sure of that,
huh Bill?"


Covering for Bill, Pieter hops in with, "It's not like its never happened,
though it's rare two guys don't click when on the set."


"I can imagine," Bill replies. "I mean what guy wouldn't get hard over
somebody like you Pieter?" He giggles.


Phil caves in, "Okay, you got me curious?"


Smiling, Pieter replies, "No different than any other couple. Not hard?
`Make' them hard!"


"I thought maybe you slip them a coupla Viagra!" Phil joked.


"Nah," Pieter replies and on the tip of his tongue, "I've never failed a man
yet!"


Since Phil had spied on Bill, as they rested out on the back deck with their
coffee, seeing `he' was in a hardened state and spoke freely of it, Bill
returns the `affection', "Bet you can't make Phil hard!"


Holding the morning newspaper, still wadded up in a roll, Phil swats Bill on
the thigh, "Will you shuddup about that Bill!"


Pieter laughs, though it does draw up a tickle, to look upon David's
neighbor and not think contrary thoughts towards Bill's proposal. Too, they
were both wearing lounge pants, which made it easy to see what both men were
packing, even if one of them was soft.


Phil turns to Pieter, "Please excuse my partner's insensitive stab at
humor!" He looks to Bill, then to Pieter.


"I dunno. Might be kind of fun to do a little porno scene with you Phil!"


"See?" Bill backs Pieter up.


"No-o, nah, you're involved with David...."


Cutting Phil off, Pieter says, "We're boyfriends. We're not at all
considered anything like you and Bill are?"


Question in his statement, as well as the tone of his voice , again was
enough of an inflection to stoke Phil's mind. "Still, aren't you going to
feel obligated to go back and tell him?"


"Yeah," Pieter replies right out. "So?"


"I don't know," Phil says.


Bill, who has been following the conversation like watching Novak on the
court, says, "Might be the first and last time you get it on with a real
live porn actor, Phil?"


"I appreciate the thought," Phil turns towards his other half with a cordial
approach.


Suddenly Pieter laughs out loud.


"What?" Phil switches his head around to confront his laughter.


"I get the feeling it's not only Bill who wants this to come about?"


With haste, realizing it, Phil snatches his hand out from dipping his
fingertips under the elastic waistband of his lounge pants.


Phil and Bill sat on opposite ends of an outdoor sofa. A glass topped coffee
table separated them and Pieter, sitting in a single easy chair.


Rising up out of his chair, Pieter doesn't wait for Phil to make up his
mind, or albeit, the twenty-eight year old's unknown intentions rattling his
balls, puts hands on both ends of the table, "I think we should get this out
of the way?"


Bill snatches up all three mugs by the handles, "I'll take care of this!"
Not wanting to miss a trick, he doesn't wander off to the kitchen, rather
placing them on a small side bar.


"I dunno about all this," Phil says, but is not moving a hair, sitting there
while he watches Pieter leave the table on the sidelines, then slowly sink
to his knees.


"Like at the studio," Pieter says with a smile, "all you have to do is sit
back and let me do all the work!"


%


First David was there when Sean and Eric deposited Fletch and Evan in his
office. However shortly thereafter, the two taking off, David was called
away.


Evan, a finger following the ridges of the skeleton of jaw bone, Fletch
warns, "David said not to touch anything."


Two things made Evan stop, Fletch's words and the sharp tooth which seemed
to pierce the tip of his finger, but didn't, "That's sharp!"


"Lemme see!" Fletch took control of Evan's finger. "Lucky!" he meant about
not drawing blood.


Then, his own danger past, out of the clear blue Evan asks, "Did you know
Eric wasn't paying attention to what Sean was saying about Killer?"


Perceptive for an eleven year old. For Fletch too, he answers, "I know. He
was looking at some guys in the seats."


"Guys? Are you sure?"


Like them, Fletch says, "Sean and Eric are gay. They aren't going to be
looking at girls!"


It then opened the field up for serious boy talk, Evan fielding the
question, "Do you look at boys more than girls?"


"I dunno," Fletch replies honestly. "I was paying attention to what Sean was
saying."


"No, not today. I mean, any time. Do you look at boys?"


"Um, I guess," Fletch replies, not remembering the last time he looked at a
kid, singling him out as a `boy', over a girl, except, "Other than when I
saw you!"


"You thought I was a hot kid?" Evan asks.


"I think," Fletch replies, not really sure of how he felt, since it was a
long time ago, yesterday!


Getting cuddly, for two young boys, Evan placing a hand on Fletch's
shoulder, he says, "I think I thought you looked good too."


Then, drawing off his relationship to his best kid friend, Tyler, Fletch
asks, "Did you ever kiss a boy?"


"Nope. Have you?"


Smiling, Fletch replies, "My friend Tyler and me did. Wanna try it?"


"Maybe. How does it go?"


"We stand facing each other and move together until our lips touch."


"Sounds simple."


"Is," Fletch tells him.


"With you and Tyler, did it get like in the movies, where you put your hands
on him and he did the same?"


"Nah," Fletch says, explaining best as he can, "we didn't do any of that
mushy stuff my dads do."


Evan didn't catch it, but Fletch did, right after saying it, thinking upon
David as `another dad'. He smiled, because with him, it felt right! Too, he
was wondering, thinking of David, but then David appeared.


"That's that!" He says to the two boys, slapping both hands together. "And
unfortunately Sean is going to be tied up in a little project, so you boys
will be stuck with me for the rest of the day!"


Fletch didn't mind in the least. Reflecting upon his conversation, minutes
ago with Evan, he began to take more notice of David. First apparent thing
was David's hair, dark brown and a hint of red, like that of some Irish guy.
Too, the hair forming in the `V' of his shirt, on his chest, wasn't the same
kind of hair on his head, not straight, but more curly-q. When he was
answering Evan's question about the jawbone, he smiled. Right away Fletch
picked up on it, David's smile so nice that it made him smile too! Before
long, David finished out answering Evan's next question. He had seen David
topless at the pool yesterday and today he came to the conclusion David was
chunkier than his dad and now, with his shirt on, his bod seemed to fill it
up more than a loose shirt his dad wore. Overall, if Evan had quizzed him
again over `hot guys', he would have to say David is one of them. Then again
he would feel funny naming David. `Nah,' Fletch thought again, based on
something Jason had said, enjoy being and thinking as a kid and leave adult
thinking until he was an adult!


%


"Oh-my-god-what-time-is-it?"


Setting Phil in the mood, Pieter had lifted his shirt and sitting on Phil's
thighs, facing him, went to town on his nips, first licking and seeing he
was getting a most pleasant return of `ahs', turned up the flame and sucked
on the tiny nubs. Without thinking about it much, Pieter had raised his arms
overhead when Bill began to lift his shirt up from behind. He smiled though
without turning around, feeling a `rug' on his back and two arms encircle
his bod, in between arms and the flanks of his ribs, the two hands felt up
his his chest and stomach. Pieter thought this very hot, especially when he
allowed his own hands to roam free, feeling up as many inches of Phil's bod
he could. More than once his hand trespassed and found Phil enjoying his
ministrations tremendously, on account of his cock was fighting to break
loose from the lounge pants. Probably would have happened if there was a
piss slit in the fabric! Then, the time came, like on one of the sets, it
was time to let the tall stalk out of its encasement. With his hands at
Phil's back, drifting down to his ass, it was his intention of first
removing the rear of the lounge pants, then fighting to pull it over the big
stick. However he didn't get that far, what with Phil suddenly making
discovery. Too, he never expected a chain reaction, Phil standing and him
sliding down two legs like a kiddie's playground slide. At least he didn't
suffer a harsh landing, with Bill as `backup'!


"Mm-m-m-m, can we do that again, Phil?" Bill asks, after Pieter stands up,
leaving him splayed out on the floor.


"No," Phil suddenly changes direction, from wanting it, to unwanting, "we
have a responsibility to open the shop?"


"What time is it?" Bill asks.


His answer trailed off, Phil leaving the enclosed back deck, "It doesn't
matter what time it is. We have so much to do...."


"What happened?" Bill asks, still half-sitting on the floor.


Laughing, Pieter simplifies matters, "I think it's called `cold feet'?"


Then, as Bill takes Pieter's offered hand, "You mean he didn't want you
to...."


"Nerves," Pieter alludes to.


"Hmm, I'll have to find out about this."


Pieter just laughed to himself as Bill left.


Two seconds later, Bill is back, saying, "Thanks, Pieter. Um, if you want me
to take care of that?"


He knew he was hard, but felt himself up and looked down at his crotch,
Pieter replying, "Um, nah. I'll take care of it myself!"


"Thanks for giving us a sample of what goes on in the studio."


Pieter gave his humble answer, but thought about what Bill said. As far as a
`sample' of what went on in the studio, he figured this was way too mild a
treatment. The more he thought about it, like with Trystan Bill or Marc
Dipper in `Cheesy Doodles', this went `way' too slow. By now he really
needed to get off, so parked his ass on the back deck sofa, opened his
pants, snagged his balls under his briefs and slowly began to stroke his
full blown erection.


"Oh yeah.... oh yeah.... oh yeah..." he called to himself, eyes closed and
picturing near the end of `Cheesy Doodles', where Trystan Bill was fucking
him and Marc Dipper's cock was planted in his throat.


"Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeah..." he stepped up the pressure, stroking
faster.


Then it became unbearable and forgetting where he was, Pieter jutted his
hips forwards, squeezed his eyes shut and with each ejaculation of goo,
called out, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck yeah!"


As the storm within him calmed, so did his functioning bod, reducing him to
rubble on the sofa, his wet hand still massaging a less swollen shaft.
Finally he couldn't stand to touch his cock and smeared the goo up his own
bod, following the treasure trail in reverse till his hand sat midchest, in
the pocket of a little bit of hair.


"Not bad!"


Pieter suddenly was jolted by the sudden, but familiar voice. Jumping up,
pulling his pants up, he tried fastening the clasp as he gasps, "Jason?"


"Would probably help if you pulled your briefs up first?"


Instead of unzipping, Pieter reaches into the pocket of his crotch and pulls
his briefs up, not too much of a chore with them running on empty! "Where
did you come from?" Really he meant, how did he found him.


"I have a detective working for me!"


"Wha?" Pieter said, totally baffled.


Laughing, he said, "We tried David's house and when nobody answered, Mac
said `try next door'. We tried next door."


"Mac? Who's Mac?"


Suddenly, along with Phil and Bill, Mac appears, saying, "I'm Mac," and
walking right over, "and you must be Pieter?"


Bill forthright comes out with, "He's a porn star, you know?"


His information awarded him a swat from Phil, scolding, "Everybody doesn't
have to know who he is, Bill!"


"Sorry," Bill replies.


Phil is quick to offer, "We're on our way out. You can leave by the back
door and thanks for everything."


It was on Pieter's mind to illicit a snappy comeback, like giving him lip
service, but the two were gone very quickly.


"Nervous man," the detective detected.


"That's what I gathered," Pieter replied, even though he had further insight
which Jason and Mac hadn't realized.


"So where's my best buddy?"


While Pieter finished buckling up and putting his shirt back on, he filled
Jason in on Rockbottom Marina.


The whole time Mac was silent, the twenty-six year old detective
concentrating on Pieter, thinking how much more vivid and real he seemed in
`the flesh' and not on a dvd. In particular he was thinking about his
favorite porn movie, of which Pieter plays a supporting roll. Scene taking
place at a logging camp, Pieter is stripped down by a group of rough
loggers, stomach butted up to a wooden table, wrists tied down to the table
and then the loggers taking turns using his ass and mouth. In no time, the
hand in his pocket was training his cock down his leg!


%



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