Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2011 09:12:31 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 20

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 20

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%


Dalki claimed he had a few days coming, some he already applied for, which
he would be taking for the next six days.


"Well, I wouldn't want to take you away from anything important, like
relaxation?" Jason sympathizes over a glass of wine, at a fine restaurant of
Dalki's choosing.


"Tell you the truth," because he thought probably Jason had thoughts of him
spending his vacation with some guy, "my only companion would have been a
book about the environmental impact of an oil disaster on shellfish."


Being serious and comical, Jason replies, "Well then, I guess it wouldn't be
much of an impact inconveniencing you?"


"Speaking of which," Dalki puts on a crafty smile, "how did that go, about
helping me with my hose?"


`Here,' Jason thought, `it goes again', like with the `terror twins', it
would have been forced, but with Mac, it came natural, stooping to a bottom
position, sucking him until he had reduced the man to having stick it up his
ass and now, with Dalki, came the suggestion. Though, it wasn't too bad
using his tongue so much, rather enjoyable, especially when coupled with
feelings of mood entwined.


"Hose?" Jason returns, with a smile, "I think I can accommodate. In fact,
it's the least I can do for the chaffeur service."


"Waiter!" Dalki snapped fingers.


"Let me know my cut," Jason goes for his wallet.


"Nonsense. I've got it this time. You get it next time."


Jason, likened to the sound of a next time, felt good about the deal. Too,
he liked the vehicular arrangement. It was only a fifteen minute ride from
Rockbottom Marina to the restaurant, but he wondered about the one hour ride
to the city, thinking of how awfully tough it was going to be embracing
Dalki around the middle, while his butt was behind him on the motorcycle. He
was delighted at the thoughts and expectations of the accidental encounter!


%


For the most part, the rest of the day was boring, being shuffled from place
to place, David taking on his managerial tasks of making sure Rockbottom was
secured down for the evening.


Sometimes a task was interesting and caught the boys' attention and when it
wasn't, the two talked up some casual conversation. On Fletch's part he
always steered to something fascinating which occurred during the day,
mostly touching Dibbs out of the water.


As for Evan, his conversation encompassed his `three top men', "You don't
think Dalki looked real good without his shirt?" he tried stirring up
boytalk.


"He looks okay," Fletch comments, but then back to where he was before
getting interrupted, "Dalki says it takes a lot of fish to get Dibbs to do
tricks. I wonder how much?"


Fletch tried stimulating questions, away from Evan's issues, but his friend
always steered back to, "I wonder if Dalki and Jason are going to be doing
stuff like my dads do?"


Smirking, Fletch draws back on Jason's words of wisdom, forgetting about
adult gay stuff until he grows up, because there is so much stuff for a kid
to learn and enjoy. He also remembers something, "Jason says what happens
between two people is their own business."


"Oh," Evan says on a somber note. At the same time, he misinterprets it to
mean Fletch and himself. First he puts his arm around Fletch's shoulder,
like buddies would normally do, but then slowly pulls on Fletch's neck, as
he leans forwards with puckered lips.


"What're you doing Evan?" Fletch jumps up from the bench they were sitting
on.


"I thought you were talking about us?"


In plain English, Fletch voices opinion, "I'm a kid. I don't want to pretend
to be an adult and do stuff like my dad does. I want to be a kid and do
stuff kids do. Like Jason says..."


"Jason says do this! Jason says do that!" Evan mimics. "Don't you ever do
your own thinking?"


"Of course." Level-headed, Fletch replies, "I think for myself. Jason has
been like a father to me when my real father wasn't around. He says people
teach us stuff, but then we have to think what we want to do about stuff."
Turning inside out something Jason has said, "I learn about stuff from other
people, but then I have to think for myself if it's right or wrong and
`Jason' says sometimes we do the right thing and sometimes we do the wrong
thing, but we do it for ourselves. Get it?"


"Not all of it," Evan replies.


David's approach gave the two time out and now it was time to collect his
dad from the snack bar, where he was waiting out the afternoon, after a
guided tour by his boss, Cris Ekert.


When they caught up with Pieter, Fletch made no mention of any of the
conversation, nor actions on Evan's part.


On the way home, sitting in the back seat of David's car, Fletch felt more
conscious about sitting too close to Evan, more of an uncomfortable feeling,
sitting next to a shark.


The next morning, dawn approached, David's household once again alive with
readying for the day. Sean and Eric had not returned from Rockbottom with
David, Pieter and the boys and by Fletch's thinking, they looked rather
tired.


"Did you guys stay up all night?"


It was probably on David and Pieter's minds as well, but being glad Fletch
had made the effort, saving them from prying.


Sean looks at Eric.


Eric looks to Sean, forcing the issue, "You gonna tell him?"


"Don't let me stop ya!" Sean returns.


"We're walking down Main St. and Sean says, `I never noticed this place
before', so I did what was natural and dragged us into the place."


"What `new' place?" David is anxious to learn, him living in the same town.


The two teens take pot-shot glances at each other, then Fletch, Eric
replying, "The `Cub Corner'."


"Cub?" Fletch replies. "You mean like a bear cub?"


"Um, yeah," Eric reluctantly continues with caution, casting his eyes to
Fletch's father.


The burden put on Pieter, he asks, "I take it the town hasn't opened a new
zoo?"


"Zoo?" Fletch asks. "Wow! A marina and a zoo! What a lucky town!" Then on
his own assumption, "Can we go to the zoo tomorrow?"


Since he feels Pieter has botched it up and perhaps the boys should not have
brought up the subject, David is there to bail them out, "Fletch, the place
Eric and Sean have been to is not a zoo, but apparently a place where people
go to socialize, make friends."


"Oh," Fletch says, seeming to be in deep thought.


Morning and him being a little groggy from last night's action at the `Cub
Corner', Sean says, "But we did meet a nice little cub!"


He earned a step-on under the table, David's toes flopping down on Sean's
toe-digits.


"Oh!" he looks up at David. "Sorry," of his botching things up after David
try clearing things up for Fletch's behalf.


But it was too late, Fletch once again formulating the idea of a zoo, "A
bear cub?"


Before David or Pieter can get a word in, Eric offers, "His name is Caleb.
He's going to meet us at the marina today."


"Oh?" David replies. "His last name wouldn't happen to be `Conners'?"


"You know Caleb?" Eric asks.


"A little," David not elaborating.


Fletch interrupts, "Is Caleb a bear cub?" although for the life of him,
Fletch could not possibly fathom how a human being could be the same as a
baby animal.


Pieter jokes, "Where's Jason when you need him?"


Not meant to ignore, but rather cause the subject to stray in Fletch's mind,
Sean asks, "He said something about getting a summer job?"


"`Summer Aquarist'", David replies, "though not the high tech job normally
filled by a fanfare of a title for the position. Caleb will be in charge of
small groups of children, helping to set up aquariums of their own, which
can be purchased for a small fee."


Fletch jumps the gun, "Can I have an aquarium too?"


Thumbing over his shoulder, David says, "You already have, Fletch!"


"Oh," Fletch thinks about it, "but they're `your' aquariums David. Can I
have my own?" And because he had already inquired of David and gotten a
response, asks his bio-dad, "Can I dad?"


"I suppose a little one won't hurt?" Pieter passes it back to David.


"I suppose not," David gives in, though he's not sure where another thing in
his small house is going to fit.


Fletch tries to lend a hand, "I can keep it next to my bed?"


Pieter returns, "I thought you didn't have enough in your," as Fletch has
termed the tiny room, "closet?"


"I'll find room!"


"I was kind of thinking," David tosses on the table, "Cris mentioned
something about a beach home for rent on the south side of Rockbottom Marina
and..."


"South side of Rockbottom?" Sean exclaims, shaking his hand, like it meant
you had to have `money' to live on the southern portion, past the marina.


"I think I can swing monthly renting it, until Pieter finds a job."


Fletch felt comfortable with David, has for awhile, enough to favor him as a
second dad, so without reservation, says, "Dad doesn't need a job! Do you
dad? We can buy a whole house!" Fletch outlines an enormous structure with
his hands and arms. "Right dad?"


Sean was in the dark about Fletch's offer, Eric, their coin appraiser,
keeping the news of the kid's worth out of customer confidentiality. David,
on the other hand had just not gotten to it.


"Whole house? Buy it? What's he talking about?" David confronts Pieter.


"I really didn't get around to telling you, David," Pieter felt
embarrassed.


Too, Eric got the heat from Sean, as he stares into Eric's eyes, "I think
there's something a lot of us aren't getting!"


Leave it to Fletch to turn up the flame under Eric, "Yeah, Eric. Tell'em
about the gold coins I found!"


Well now, this was a different story, Eric's client `giving permission' to
share, "Uh right, the gold coins Fletch found in the basement of their
house," he looks to David, to Sean and back.


Pieter, feeling he should be the one, especially where David is concerned,
tells, "Fletch and I went down to clean out the basement, on account of I
was thinking of selling the house and there, in an old dresser we dusted off
some old coins and found they were made of gold."


Eric offers, "My uncle sent me over," he adds, "on my first assignment and
yeah... it was gold all right and lots of it!"


"How much?" Sean gets nosy.


"Enough," Fletch says, "so I can be a king for the rest of my life!"


"Nice being a king's father," David says, sitting back and crossing his
arms.


Fletch, getting the reference, says, "Can you be my father too, David?"


Even though he probably should have mentioned it at least, like asking for
forgiveness, Pieter asks, "Yeah, can you?" Plus, it might start to make
amends for it slipping his mind, about the coins.


David answers, "Fletch, do you think you can wait till we move to get your
own aquarium?"


Sean says sarcastically, "Why don't you just `buy' Rockbottom Marina?" He
laughs.


Seriously, with energy, Fletch asks, "Can we dad?"


"Which father are you asking," Pieter puts it to Fletch.


As quick as he asked his real dad, he switches his train of thought, "Can we
David... dad?"


He might have been peeved somewhat of Pieter's lack of telling him about the
gold coins, but Pieter had a lot going for him where David was concerned.
Most he could not mention here in front of a minor, but also it would only
serve to provide a pornographic essay for Eric and Sean, so David kept it to
himself about the hot blow jobs and tight ass.


David fortunately found his way around divulging matters, "Nobody can own
Rockbottom Marina. It is run by a foundation."


It backfires on Sean, Fletch asking, "How come you didn't know that Sean?"


"Must've slipped my mind," Sean replies, "um," scratching the back of his
neck.


It didn't slip his mind, Fletch suddenly coming up with, "When are we going
to meet Caleb-the-bear-cub?"


After getting themselves today, the five piled into David's car, Fletch
thinking to ask, "Isn't Evan coming with us today?"


"Apparently not," David replies, backing out of the driveway. "Seems Evan
has had enough of `fish'. Phil says Evan was eager to get back to going to
summer camp."


It gave Fletch food for thought. He very well knew, from Evan's mouth
himself, his friend `hated' day camp. He turned right away to thinking if it
was his own fault, faulted because he didn't choose to want to talk about
stuff like Dalki walking around without a shirt on or whether he and Jason
were going to do sex stuff. As Fletch would find out, all that would fill
the day would not include any of this and he could still have a perfectly
good, fun-filled day.


It started out by them parking at Rockbottom Marina, Sean and Eric quickly
vacating the car and heading off. There was a designated spot for him and
his boss, but next to him in the spot, was a late model VW `bug', not Cris
Ekert's car! Looking in the passenger side, David sees a dude sacked out,
with the seat back. He taps on the window with a key.


Tipping his baseball cap out of his face, the tee-shirted youth says a
muted, "Just a second!" With haste he engages the latch which ejects his bod
forwards, leans over the passenger seat, proceeds to unroll the window,
saying, "Yeah, what's up, um... what's your name again?"


He's met the lad once, but with his position as assistant director of the
marina, figures the lad should remember such an important fact. Cutting him
a break, David responds, "David La Luz, and this is the almighty boss' spot.
You can pick any place else, except mine!"


It was a small employee lot, fifteen spaces, the lad saying, "Oh yeah,
David. Well, Cris said it was okay for me to park in his space."


"He did, did he?" David questioned it, but let it go, "Well, if Cris said
it, then who am I to question it!" Though David could see why anyone would
throw favor in the lad's direction. Recalling the day he met up with the
nineteen year old, he was dressed in his Sunday best. That day he  set about
admiring the dirty blond, shaggy haircut and gleaming brighty-whities when
he smiled, but Caleb in a tee shirt, jeans and trimmed up hairstyle, painted
an altogether different picture.


Getting out of the `bug', he's confronted by Pieter and Fletch, bending over
to talk with the eleven year old, "Don't tell me. You're the new
fishkeeper?"


Fletch, not sure of what this dude means, asks, "Am I, David?"


Skipping over Fletch for a minute, David addresses, "Pieter, this is Caleb
Conners."


"Hi," Caleb takes Pieter's hand and warmly shakes it. The hand lingering,
Caleb adds a warm, "It's very much a pleasure meeting you."


"Thanks," Pieter replies.


Fletch, promised a job at the marina, without pay, on account of him being
underage to receive a wage, says, "Don't we have to get busy working?"


David agreed, the four of them marching out of the parking lot, up a ramp
and into the lobby of Rockbottom Marina.


%


"Hungry. You?" Dalki asks Jason as he parks his motorcycle, front tire to
the roadhouse, a sign reading `Best Steaks in the East!'


Already hoping off, peeling his chest off Dalki's back, Jason says, "I
thought we were going to ride right on through to the city?" He shook his
head after removing the helmet.


Dalki's response, which showed this wasn't the first time he's stopped here,
"Trust me. They've got some very good steak here!"


`Okay,' Jason thought to himself, following Dalki into the place, which he
figured they might sell the best steaks, but he hoped they were `clean',
according to how the place presented itself, among other things, looking
like it needed a fresh coat of paint.


`Hmm,' was Jason's next thought, upon meeting the lad who took them off to
their seats, Dalki hanging on his shoulder, talking up a storm. He knew he
heard his own name mentioned a few times.


Turning around, Jason is startled, as the dude confronts him immediately
with a hand, "Hey Jason, I'm Kerry. My brothers and me run this place. A
friend of Dalki is a friend of mine, so anything you need," he continues,
showing Jason to his seat, "let me know. If we don't have it, we'll do our
best to accommodate you."


"Mighty nice," Jason tells Kerry, but after he disappears, Jason asks Dalki,
"A bit of a brown-noser?"


Dalki replies, "Literally I take it you're meaning?"


"Huh?" Jason replies, with suspicion.


Knowing they were on the same wavelength, Dalki says, "Kerry can be a real
hot tongue-fucker with the right man!"


Without restriction, Jason replies, "I have a feeling you know a lot about
Kerry and his brothers' sexual habits?" He takes the paper napkin and planes
it out on his lap.


Spelling it out plain and simple, Dalki replies, "Kerry, hot bottom, takes
it down the throat, up the ass, but first likes to earn his protein drink.
His older brother, Trevor is the opposite. Loves using a tight ass..."


"What topman doesn't!"


"True," Dalki returns, with a chuckle. Continuing down the family lineage,
"And the oldest O'Hay bro is straight, but I question it, even though
Garrett denies he's gay, but doesn't mind getting in on the act and having
his sausage sucked down or using one of his brothers' tricks for his
fuckhole."


Sitting back, Jason crosses his arms in front, gets comfortable to pop the
next question, "And how would you happen to come by this rather `extensive'
family information?" He sips water, his eyes gazing over the top, focused up
on Dalki.


"I have a confession to make."


"Why am I not surprised," Jason responds, wiping some drips with the back of
his hand. "Well? Are you going to confess?"


"Kerry... and his brother, Trevor, they look forward to me stopping by
whenever I am in the area."


"Oh?" Jason says, not surprised by what he's about to hear, if indeed it's
about sex and not somebody's home cookin'. Before Dalki proceeds, he asks
about the missing link, "And what of... what's's-name?"


"Garrett." Dalki refreshes Jason's memory, "However, like I say...."


"I know. He's straight but doesn't mind using a guy's anal or oral cavity
for depositing his load. Straight? Yeah, right!"


Sitting back, Dalki smiles and throws it into Jason's ballpark, "Oh really?
You think so?"


It's not like Jason hasn't experienced the man who claimed to be straight, a
few times meeting up with a hot married man for a few dollars, cash, him
convincing the guy he made a mistake getting hitched to the opposite sex.
Going on experience, he jokes, "Just lead me to him. I'll show him the
way!"


On Dalki's agenda, they were here for Kerry and Trevor, him satisfying
Kerry's hunger and Jason figuring it out for himself about Trevor. "I bet
Kerry is on his cell phone to Trevor this very minute!"


"Oh?" Jason adds with difference, "And where might Garrett's busy little bod
be?"


"Being the oldest he manages, keeping the place from falling apart."


"Older? Hmm... like how much older we talking here?"


"Thirty-one."


Doing the math, taking away his twenty-four years, he replies, "I think I
could have a good time," getting relaxed in a pose of placing his hands
behind his head and flaunting his tee-shirted pits, much like he's done
while enjoying a delightful blowjob. Then, dropping a hand to his hidden
crotch, he makes like he's massaging it, "I can feel Garrett's lips
already!"


Lo and behold, walking right up, behind Dalki, a tall dude,
five-foot-eleven, stands, a towel over his shoulder and without breaking eye
contact of Jason, asks, "Is this him?"


Before Dalki can open his mouth, Jason, sensing a dominant attitude, says,
"I hear you're a good cocksucker, Garrett!"


A smile was on Jason's face, a mile wide, but Dalki `feared for his life',
Garrett placing his big paws on the twenty-eight year olds shoulders and
clenching them, "Did you straighten him out about this gay shit?"


Before he was adamant, but in Garrett's grips, he mellowed out, Dalki
reporting, "Um, I told him Garrett. I told him you were straight!"


"You hear that? So, big boy, don't get any ideas about stuffin' your
sausage," he did quick people-check, "where it don't belong!"


Bullied in a way, Garrett tells Jason, "Yeah? Anytime you're ready for it,
I'll show you where `mine' belongs!"


Not dead set against it, giving his rear over to another guy, for some
reason, perhaps the gruff attitude, Jason wasn't in the mood for surrender.
Yet maybe a little wrestling before he claimed the upper role? Rising up, he
asks, with the all too familiar cliche, "You got a place?"


Fortunately, Kerry had led the party of two to a secluded area of O'Hay's
pitstop, so it went unnoticed, Garrett's head in a swagger, nodding as he
says, "Out back."


Jason wondered how far out back, Garrett leading him down a hallway, then
out the back door of the joint and to a back gate, high fence which forbid
seeing over. Unlike the squalid condition of the restaurant part, when
Garrett opened the gate, it was like traveling into the Garden of Eden, his
words of surprise, "Whoa-a-a, nice place!"


Eighteen hundred feet up a path, bent to the right and left, they came to a
porch, which spread the length of a New England style ranch home, complete
with two rocking chairs.


Entering the house, Garrett speaks his first words, "Beer?"


Not turning him down, they head to the kitchen, which could not possibly be
anything like the restaurant. "Whoa-a this place is nice!"


"C'mon out back," Garrett says, taking a six pack from the fridge and luring
Jason to the back door.


"Out back?" Jason questions. "I thought we `were'... outback?" he thumbs his
finger towards the restaurant, but his attention is more grabbed by the
immense swimming pool and `all' the amenities, cabana, hot tub and a short
distance, tennis court.


"You play tennis?"


"A little," Jason confesses.


"Cool," Garrett replies, very much assuming, "Later on, after I do you, we
can have a go at it."


Playing along, Jason illicits a not so convincing, "Yeah, cool."


"Swim?" Garrett asks, but already has his kitchen smock unbuttoned and is
peeling it over the back of his chest.


All this, a little overwhelming, has thrown Jason's mind off course.
Focusing up, on his real mission in the city, Jason replies, "I better not.
Dalki will be wanting to get on our way."


"Fuck that," Garrett says gruffly, "he'll be playing with Kerry and Trevor
for a coupla hours."


Fully clothed, Jason feels way behind, but slowly is giving in, after seeing
the dirty blond strip down Garrett's hairy front, watches, as he strips,
Garrett taking a dive into the pool.


"C'mon Jason! Get naked for me!"


Whether it was for Garrett, or not, the bod dictated a want and right off he
begins to strip his tee shirt.


"Nice!" Garrett says, floating, "I like a hot cub!"


Feeling like he was doing a striptease for the man, Jason hustles and takes
a dive. Thinking right away of getting the upper hand, his hand makes right
for right between Garrett's legs, "You didn't tell me you had snakes in the
water!"


"Hey-y-y-y-y!" Garrett barked as his bottom plunged, pulling his meat right
out of Jason's hand. Then turning the tables, "Anytime you're ready to take
care of it!"


Getting right to it, Jason says with suggestion, "I've always thought of it
being highly erotic having sex in a sauna. You wouldn't happen to have one
around here?"


Again, without words, after a quirky look on his face, Garrett turns and
swims across the pool.


However, it being a major part of Jason's past life, he's speeding past the
thirty-one year old, goes by him and launches himself up two of the steps.


"Bravo!" Garrett does a fake, wet clap.


"High school swim team," Jason replies. Noticing Garrett's eyes shooting
downwards, casing his bod, especially what swings between his legs, he adds,
"All it takes is dropping to your knees!"


"Told you. I'm not into that gay shit!"


"That's what Dalki said."


Realizing his mistake, that he hasn't said a word of his preferences to
Jason, "Rather Dalki has apparently told you," to clear up any other
matters, "I like a nice, long blowjob, followed by fucking your ass?"


There it was, the ultimatum and Jason was now in the process of figuring
things out. "How about a swim mete. From here to the other end of the pool.
Winner takes all?"


"You have already proved you are an ace." Glancing towards the courts, "How
about a friendly game of tennis?"


A guy on the swim team showed him a few things. They played occasionally and
Jason was game, "Sure." He also figured Garrett a cook, probably spending
most of his time in the kitchen, but on the court he found out he must've
spent his lunch hours practicing!


They never bothered about clothing themselves or their loins, so there was
much distraction and it was hit and miss for awhile, one catching up, then
falling behind. It was down to the tie breaker, Jason feeling real good,
even though the sweat was dripping down him.


"Oh-h-h-h! So sorry!" Garrett shouted out with more excitement than dismay,
Jason losing the point to himself.


"Yeah, right," Jason replied.


"Do I detect a sore-loser attitude?"


"Nah. I'm not like that. You won fair and square," he replies to Garrett as
they zip up their rackets. "Okay if I take a dip first? Get the sweat off?"


"Hold on," Garrett replies, tagging Jason's shoulder.


"What?"


Garrett stood there for a moment, looking Jason in the eyes, then says,
"It's been a long time."


Puzzled, Jason asks, "For?"


"This," Garrett freely handles Jason's sweaty 9c.


"If I wanted to play guessing games I would have stopped at the Game Corner
down the road?" However, Jason had more or less already made his guess, the
way Garrett was moving his fingers up and down his cock, making him feel
awfully good, "You keep that up, Garrett,  and I'll have to make your hand
wet!"


"Not out here," Garrett added to the mystery about him.


Walking into the cabana, Garrett throws a switch, which starts up the low
hum of a generator. "It'll only take a few minutes."


Already hot and sweaty, Jason was now overly horny.


As the two entered an area of gradient wooden steps, it seemed like the two
had communicated telepathically.


Jason takes a seat, leaning back on his forearms, his fingertips hanging
over the edge of one step. His butt on another, it was natural to allow his
knees to flop apart in the opposing directions.


It became all too clear, Garrett approaching, licking his lips once. "I'm
not too good at this."


There were no questions about being straight or gay, the two falling into a
natural response of each other's will.


"On your knees is a start?" Jason stare up into Garrett's eyes.


His tennis legs caved in, Garrett taking direction from Jason, one knee and
then the other softly leaning on the marble-bricked pavement, "I... um..."


Sensing a stall, Jason gets adamant, "Just fucking do it!"


Garrett was slow at response.


Further taking control, Jason sat forwards a little, grabbed up his own
cock, took the back of Garrett's head and orders, "Open up!"


Mainly he was a little tense, because he was hard as a rock and already
secreting cock-juice. It wouldn't be long, he figured, before he blew his
whole load.


%


"Did you know you and me were going to work together all summer, Caleb?"
Fletch confronts the nineteen year old.


"Nope, but it's okay. I'll just think of you as my little brother!" Caleb
smartly puts it as he thumbs through a manual.


"How old is your brother?"


"Twelve. His name is Thomas. How old are you?"


"Eleven. I just had my birthday on the fourth of July," Fletch replies.


"Happy birthday." As Fletch thanks him, Caleb's cell rings, "Excuse me a
sec."


Fletch looks up at Caleb and suddenly it's more than a co-worker, him
studying his summer companion. In a minute he's accusing himself of being
guilty as Evan, thinking of Caleb being very handsome.


"We gotta go," Caleb snaps his phone back in place.


Hopping in a jeep, Fletch asks, "Where are we going?"


"Seatbelt?" Caleb first asks, then answers, "The aquariums for the student
programs have arrived. We need to unload them from the truck."


"Neat!" Fletch replies.


And neat it was, because as Caleb began taking the aquariums off the truck,
handed to him by an older man, the heat from the sun got quite intense. In
no time, the Rockbottom polo Shirt given to him by David, began to show
perspiration marks. However, Caleb didn't adhere to looks, rather feelings
and after the first two aquariums were off the truck, off came Caleb's
shirt.


`Wow!' Fletch said to himself, shutting his gaping mouth, lest somebody
notice, laying eyes on Caleb's bod.


Blond, so was the fine layer of hair covering the nineteen year olds chest.


It made Fletch smile, think `cool', of Caleb's treasure trail, which he
wasn't sure if Jason had said it was a trail leading to the treasure if it
started at the top of a guy's stomach or his bellybutton, but it was
definitely something cool to look at. Too, the way the sun and sweat play
over Caleb's chest and stomach just made him `gleam', look like the most
beautiful person he's ever lay eyes on.


Guardian of the clipboard, Fletch didn't break eye contact, saying to Caleb,
"Yeah, sure," handing it to him.


After signing off, Caleb asks, "How about a pop?"


"An ice pop?"


Differences of cultures, Caleb says, "In South Dakota we call `soda', `pop',
but if you want ice cream, we can have one too?"


"Nah," Fletch uses his new word, "we can have a pops!"


As they rode back to the area where the snack bar was, at a snail's pace,
Fletch caught a lot of looks at Caleb, because he didn't put his shirt back
on.


"I'd hate to put this shirt on over a sweaty bod," Caleb said when he kills
the engine.


Fletch suggests, "The guy at snack bar... his name is Brendyn. I betcha he
can give you some water to wipe off with?"


"Only one way to find out."


Fletch said he had to `take a leak', one of Jason's favorite ways of putting
`going', but lingered long enough to watch the interaction between Brendyn
and Caleb. `What'd I tell ya?' he remarked to himself, concerning whether
either of the two were gay, him slapping both hands together, clearing the
matter up in his mind. Fletch smiled!


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