Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2011 15:57:57 -0400 From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com> Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 23 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 23 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Upon exiting the car, Fletch runs around to David's side and they proceed up the sidewalk to the house. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Evan, apparently coming home from day camp, dropped off by a midget bus, a backpack slung over his shoulder. Breaking away, he asks, "Can I go see Evan?" First on David's mind was, "I thought you and Evan weren't getting along?" "We are now," Fletch replied, fibbing a little, because he figures after he relates to Evan what he's got to tell him, or bust, they will probably be in sync with their friendship again. "Well okay, but in a half hour or so dinner will be on the table." As Fletch takes off, David watches for an instant, then heads inside. He's greeted by Pieter with open arms and a liplock! "What's gotten into you?" "What? I can't greet you with a hug after your hard day at work?" Pieter replies. There was something about Pieter, David asking, "Is that all?" Because Pieter hesitated, David guesses, "Is this about Phil and Bill?" "No," Pieter breaks silence, "this is about you," he shoves his belly up against David in a love play, "and me!" "Well hurry up, because I gotta go take a leak." Pieter drops both arms and separates them by inches, "I can't believe, one of the most important things in our lives and..." Seeing the possibility of himself being callous, David inches them back together, rubs up Pieter's arms and says, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so insensitive." Pieter smiles, saying with more calm, "I got a job today. A `real' job." "Real job, meaning not `sucking up to men all day'?" "No," Pieter emphasizes the porn industry, "and not taking it up the ass, except maybe from you," he smiles, "but the good news is, I happen to venture over to Rockbottom and while I was talking to cute Brendyn at the snack bar..." "Really?" David interrupts. "Funny thing is, I thought the same thing!" His shoulders drooping, head cocked to one side, smirk on his face, Pieter replies, "Are you interested in my new job, or..." "Okay, okay, okay, but can you talk to me while I'm in the jon?" David throwing hint he had to go real, real bad. While Pieter follows David to the jon, he says, "`Cute Brendyn' gave me a tip. His uncle who owns a diner, about six miles down the boardwalk was looking for a short order cook." "Short order cook?" David replies, immediately letting out a sigh of relief, then with a followup, "I didn't know you could cook?" Rather than assembling his whole self back together again, David dumped his junk back in his briefs, then led them out of the jon. "You didn't flush!" "Flush," David replies. Smiling, Pieter obliged. "So? About your cooking?" As David undressed, Pieter watched, going into detail about his teenage years, making some extra bucks at a hamburger joint, followed by acting school and then the guys on the set of one of his movies finding out Pieter could make more than `cheesy doodles'! % Out front, Fletch had tried reconciling with Evan, which turned out fairly successful, but as he sat with Evan on the front stoop of Evan's house, he found the conversation not at all conducive to his thinking. Somewhere in the conversation Fletch was going to mention a topic which drew the two boys apart, hopefully re-cementing their friendly relationship. Whenever Fletch brought up a subject regarding sports activity, art, music, and others, Evan would stray from the quality aspects of any given topic and talk about some hot kid, or the camp counselor being very good looking, betting the sports counselor had a big dick, which drew raised eyebrows from Fletch. In reality, it was the direction Fletch was headed, but upon hearing Evan boast about some chubby, hairy kid or the swimming coach, with such a hot swimmer's build, it turned Fletch off. Perhaps, he thought, if it were all `he' talked about, he would be sounding the same as Evan. Also, he was thrown back onto Jason's words, something about all `man-talk' can get tiring, when there is so much more to talk about. And, while Evan was blabbing away, it came to mind, yeah, he was taken by Caleb walking around without his shirt on, the beauty of his bod, but it was only a fraction of his day, more important matters like washing out aquariums, breaking one, Caleb taking care of his bloody leg and other things, which made the time pass. "So, what did you do today?" When first greeting Evan this afternoon, Fletch had mentioned he met some hot guys today and this is what sparked the conversation. Now, seeing the mentioning of `hot Caleb', `hot Brendyn', `hot Jake', even `hot Julio', confirmed the Latino was `hot', it could revolve into a merry-go-round of boredom, so he resorted to telling about washing out aquariums, giving the size of them and ending with his haircut, which he did not mention `hot Julio'! "Sounds kind of `boring'," Evan says, standing. Then he made excuse, "I gotta go," leaving Fletch standing and looking at the screen door. He didn't know how much more friendly they would be, because of not mentioning all the `hot' guys he came across today. Yet, as he walked the distance across his neighbor's driveway, to his own abode, Fletch smiled, happy he did not mention the `hot' guys he worked with today. Like he dated each one, Fletch says to himself, "Nope! I'm keeping you guys all to myself!" % The bulky nurse looked as if he could take on an army of commandos, but when Jason popped the question of the whereabouts of Kjartan Vigfusson, the man in blue replies, "Hey, my man! Ain't-choo the one who saved that boy's life?" "Yeah," Jason replied sheepishly, "that was me!" "Well I gotta shake your hand, man!" Jason smiled, thinking what a high-pitched voice it was, belonging to a dude who looked to be six-foot-four and had to bottom out at at least two hundred and twenty-five pounds. His hands were immense, which from the overall picture, Jason wondered about the size of other bod parts! "Thanks," Jason replies. "By the way, I'm Cristiano and.." "Really? You don't look `Italian'?" Cristiano busted out in laughter, not that Jason thought he was being funny. He learned it was the personality of the black man. "Oh man you're a kicker! Got lucky. My mama was from the ghetto, worked for a rich dude, cleaning his big, big house from top to bottom. Seems he got to like my mama more than his own woman!" Since they stopped at a specific room, Jason let the rest of the story slide, "This it?" Dropping the personal lines too, Cristiano says, "You stay as long as you like. If anybody give you trouble, you tell'em to come see Nook. I take care of them!" "Nook?" Jason questions. That high-pitched voice strikes again, "Nerve of them! Hiring another `Cristano' to work at the hospital. I tell them to make things simple and fire him, but they don't see it `my' way!" This one was funny and Jason laughs, saying, "But Nook?" "My friends call me `Nook', unless you want to call me by my last name, Papakonstantinou?" "Papa-who?" Placing a hand on Jason's shoulder, which covered the whole width of his upper right side, Cristano says, "You just call me `Nook'." "Okay," Jason replies, anxious to see the man whom he saved out on the highway. When he walks in, he says, "Hi." Beforehand he hadn't thought out anything else and just went on being friendly. Nook marches right over to the bed and like a nursemaid, boldly says, "Now hunney, you fall right back down and get back in that bed!" Other than meeting on the highway, Kjartan flat, his back to the roadway and incoherent, except for breathing, Jason never even formally met the guy. He's astounded when Kjartan says, "I thought Jason was here to take me home?" "I don't know what planet you're on hunney, but the flying saucer stops here!" Nook says. "Okay, but I'm sure as hell not going home with my father!" Jason takes in the whole scene. "Nook promised you nobody gonna take you who you don't want to go home with, huh?" Nook spoke. "Yeah?" Kjartan replies, looking up at the tall goon, the eighteen year old groomed with pouty lips. As Kjartan and Nook worked away at coming to a truce, Jason stood there, studying one of the two. He couldn't believe the difference, yet it could have been the dimness of the afternoon sun, blood from various cuts on Kjartan's face, but all cleaned up, it made him smile to think he had saved such an angel! Startled out of his thoughts, Nook says, "Kjartan make a run for the door," Nook digs a finger into Jason's chest, "and you trip dat man! Anybody complain, you tell them Nook tell you to do it!" Smiling, mainly because Nook himself was being so damn cute, Jason replies, "I'll think about it." He felt warm all over, especially when Nook gave him a hug, telling him, "You a good boy, Jason." Before leaving, he tells Kjartan, "Jason good man. You listen to man who save your ass, hunney!" Jason smiled, of course from the affection, but also the hug, which caught him off guard. During, his arms crushed to the front of him, one brushed against Nook's crotch! % A slight rap on his dad's and David's door, opened the door a little, Fletch asking, "What's for," he pulls it closed, "dinner?" Upon hearing a bunch of laughter on the other side of the door, he flung it open. "What're you two doing in there?" As if Fletch didn't know? How many times had the question come up to Jason, on that sidewalk in his old hometown, of `what do two guys do in a locked bedroom?', as Fletch had put it. At first Jason was reluctant to answer, but than again he thought it better it comes from him, rather a firsthand experience. So, as Fletch stood there, looked over the two human-sized lumps in the bed. He `knew' David and his dad had to be naked, probably hugging each other, unless they were in the middle of having sex, which Jason explained as two guys putting their bods together, either facing each other or one behind the other. Too, if they were in the middle of having sex, it could be one guy might be lying on top of the other guy, but one guy might be lying on top of the other guy because they were at the end of sex and if this were the case with David and his dad, it could also be their bods were like an ice cream sandwich and there would be vanilla ice cream sticking to their chests and stomachs. Whatever the case, Fletch asks, "Are you two done?" "Done?" David asks, mimicking, Then to his lover, "Are we done, Pieter?" Thinking it was all explained as Jason did it, Fletch replies, "The ice cream sammich, dad?" Pieter questions, "Ice cream sammich, I mean sandwich?" "I think we have some in the freezer," David says, "but I think you should wait till after dinner?" David and Pieter were glad Fletch was hungry, because his reply lent to throwing his own mind off balance. When Pieter and David appeared from the room, dressed in tee shirt and jeans, David asks, "You're not going to dinner like `that' are you?" Fletch stands, a pair of boy-boxers his only stitch of clothing, saying, "I thought you were going to cook up something?" As it turned out, the three packed themselves in the car and headed on down to the diner where Pieter had secured a full time job, kissing goodbye his days at the porn studio. Pieter was sure to mention he left on good terms and anytime he felt like `having a cock down his throat or up his ass', he was welcome to return! % 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.