Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2011 14:50:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase McPhee <survivalgame@ymail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 06

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 06
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

They couldn't be rude, Pieter and `Fletch', now adopting the name his
father preferred on the calling, waiting for every last person to leave the
backyard of the church.

Waiting for the two, Jason sat in his truck, analyzing the situation, until
it popped into his head, "`Fletch'. `Fletch, Fletcher-Van Dam. Walloon
Fletcher-Van Dam. Yech! How could anybody do that to a kid?" Having this
out of his system, Jason said it a few more times, transitioning `Wally' to
`Fletch', "`Fletch'! Yup! `S got a nice ring to it!" Having it down pat,
Jason slumped behind the wheel of his 4x4, thinking of something more than
the kid he befriended four years ago. From `Fletch' to `Pieter' his mind
drifted. He smiled, thinking he knows where Fletch got that shiny blond
hair and... "Shit!" he said out loud, covering his mouth because he was
parked in front of a church, sat up, looking alive, perusing the immediate
area. He went back to his siesta, thinking, today he stare into Pieter's
eyes, so he knew they were baby-blues, but in the years he's known Wally,
his thoughts translating to words, "I
 mean `Fletch'", mentally, he hadn't a recollection of the boy's eye color!

"My dad said to tell you we're ready!"

It scared the living daylights out Jason, Fletch creeping up on him like
that. He knew it too, Fletch, and in return for his creepiness, Jason gave
him the evil stare over the trough of the window ledge.

Watching, Jason received the thumbs up from the rear of his truck, from
Pieter, before he and sonny-boy piled into his late model car.

Taking it two ways, Jason was thinking, `Yeah, cool,' because they were
finally on their way and he really drew a smile on this one as he passed
them, thinking of the thumb's up as something else sticking up!

Pulling into a motel, it was kind of dingy. However, being a landscaper and
trying to pay for all the necessities of life and saving for college, he
hadn't another choice when meeting a trick. Sometimes the other guy paid,
or he paid, but most of the time, at the suck'n'fuck meet up, they split
the cost of a room. He couldn't possibly, well Jason could have, brought
his paying customer to Kristofr's ranch house, but he didn't think it as
proper. Too, there was the security issue, as he sure enough found out,
coming home and finding Kristofr tied, eagle-spread to the bed and the home
ransacked.

"No, no, no, no, no," Pieter automatically complained upon getting out of
the car and meeting Jason halfway, "this won't do at all. Isn't there a
Hilton or a Raddison in the neighborhood?"

Flabberghasted, Jason replies, "Are you kidding? At two hundred bucks a
night?"

Like it was naturally nothing, Pieter exclaims, "What a ripoff!"

"I told ya," Jason replies.

"No," Pieter replies, "this is cheap, compared to the city!"

"Um, look," Jason placed his hand on Pieter's shoulder, "I don't make that
kind of money... if you want to hit the Hilton, I'll stay here thank you!"

Pompously, Pieter replies, "Oh I would not `think' of making you pay for a
room, Jason."

"Yeah?" Jason replies, with devious, evil thoughts in mind.

"Of course not." As Pieter plans, "I'll get us a suite. Fletch and me on
one side and you can have your own private room."

"Oh okay," Jason says sarcastically, "so you're paying four hundred,
instead of two hundred and I'm going to get fleeced for half anyway!"

Pieter, not really worried about his cash reserves, compromises, "How about
I pay for the room and you picking up the tab for dinner?"

"Pizza?" Jason bargains.

"Anything you choose," Pieter replies, gesturing with his hands and
returning both to form `praying hands'.

Thinking about the deal for a minute, Jason says, "Seems lopsided, like
dinner is going to cost a lot, lot less than the suite. Are you sure you're
not going to hit me with the bill later on?"

Staring downwards, then returning his eyes to Jason, Pieter replies, "One
never knows, do they?"

Off they went, Fletch falling asleep in the front seat of his dad's car.

At the Hilton, a fancy, far-fetched conglomerate of architectural design,
something neo-modern, which really did not fit into the community, they
arrive.

Good thing Fletch had his catnap, because walking into such a gleaming
structure had the appearance of a towering castle in Oz.

"We're going to stay here?" Fletch said, standing, looking up and walking
around in circles until he lost his balance.

"Easy there, cadet!"

Looking up into Jason's eyes, he said, "Thanks! You saved my life!" He
thanked a guy he didn't even know, in a dark blue outfit, which resembled
an air force suit.

Pieter hurried off, Jason explaining to Fletch, the dude who steadied his
feet on the floor, worked for some airlines. When Fletch mentions to Jason
he's never been on a plane, he replied, "Really? Well that's gotta change!"

Right away ordering up a suite, Pieter presented a credit card up front.

A bellhop, very attractive according to Jason's staring eyes, arrives with
a rolling rack, saying, "I'll take your..." and noticing, "No luggage?"

A chipper, child's, "Hi!" he was greeted with instead.

"Hello," the bellhop greets Fletch, "is your luggage out in your car sir?"

"Nope," Fletch said with a giggle because the dude was treating him like an
adult.

Joking with him, he kids, "So you're going to sleep in the same clothes you
are going to wear tomorrow?"

All this time, Jason is making his own merriment, thinking he'd like to
sleep in the bellhop's clothes, while he's still wearing them!

"Jason," Fletch tugs on Jason's cuff of his sports jacket, "we forgot
somethin'."

"I know," Jason replies, now thinking of what they were going to wear
tomorrow, him saying, "I've got a suitcase out in the back of my truck."

"How come?" It irked Fletch.

It was a long, long story, one not meant for right this minute. So, to
explain it away, Jason replies, "I was on my way to the cleaners."

"We have a laundering service here, sir," the bellhop replies, something he
would not normally offer a guest, except he overheard the coiffed dude at
the desk order up the penthouse suite.

"That's not going to help me out!" Fletch pouted, his hands on his hips.

Pieter sneaks up, saying, "What's not going to help you out?"

In a blaming manner, Jason says, "You and your bright ideas. Did you even
think of what this kid or yourself is going to wear tomorrow?"


"What leaves you out?" Pieter questions Jason. "A bunch of
dirty clothes!"

Before Jason can tell of his suitcase tossed in his truck, the hotel
manager comes over, places a hand on the bellhop's shoulder and awards
them, "I'm placing Mr. Sahin here at your service. Anything you need, you
only have to ask!" he taps Berk on the chest and leaves.

Pieter says frankly, "Nothing like getting dumped on, huh?"

It made Berk laugh.

Fletch wasn't sure what his father meant, but Berk's jolly laughter made
him giggle too!

As for Jason, he was hanging on the words, `anything you need' with
excitement of a different nature.

He was caught enjoying his private thoughts when Pieter lets out a fake
cough, asking, "So what do you think about it, Jason?"

"`Bout what?" he was snagged, not paying attention, at least to what was
happening with the consensus.

Pieter could not contest to the fact he didn't have some personal thoughts
regarding Berk. After all, he was quite a handsome dude and the way he
carried himself on the muscular frame made him smile at the prospects of
what lay underneath the shirt, for starters. Having Fletch to think about,
he reapplies the comment, "We were thinking maybe it might be good to have
dinner and then do a little shopping, since we all haven't anything but
what we have on to wear?"

"Fine with me," Jason replies, "except a shopping trip right now really
doesn't suit my budget?"

Thinking about it, of how stingy his mother was, Fletch looks up to his
father and says, "I don't have no money neither!"

All three, Jason, Pieter and even Berk got a kick out of Fletch literally
turning his pockets inside out, a few pennies escaping, which made the kid
run around chasing them. One bounded clear across the lobby, some guy
stepping on it to keep it from rolling. Unearthing, the penny from under
his sneaker, he picks it up and hands it to Fletch, saying, "Yours?"

Back near the elevator, Pieter says, "You know who he is?"

Berk, already having been warned of his impending arrival, plays dumb,
saying, "Dash Carter."

"The porn star?" Jason replies.

"You haven't met him by chance?" Pieter asks.

"Met him?" Jason questions. "Now where would a lowly landscaper meet a
famous porn star?"

Before anymore comments, Fletch shows, Dash following on his kid's tux
coattails.

"Hey guys! This guy who picked up my penny says he knows my dad!"

Still slightly in isolation, Jason turns his lips to Pieter's ear and
whispers, "What kind of acting did you say you did in the city?"

"This your kid?" Dash says immediately. First he took Pieter's hand in his,
then followed through with greeting him with a kiss.

Pieter replies, before his mouth is sealed off, "He's all mine..."

"Hi!" Jason offers, holding out a hand, just in case Dash got too generous
with the affection.

One thing led to the next, after Pieter thanked Dash for picking up the
penny.

Figuring it as good as time as any, Berk clicked a pen, asking for an
autograph. Then they had to search for something to write on. Being
adventurous, Dash took the liberty of unbuttoning three buttons of Berk's
shirt and said in his Aussie accent, "Well mate, it's going to be tough to
write on this, but here goes!"

Play by play, Fletch says, "And now he's going to write on Berk's chest?"
His mouth was wide open, Pieter closing it.

Finishing up, clicking the top of the pen and handing it back to Berk,
Jason asks, "I'd like to more than write on your chest there, Dash!"

Fletch didn't get it, but the others did. However, wanting to be helpful he
says, "Want me to get some paper?"

"That's okay," Jason replies, gaze affixed on Dash's eyes, then flashing
downwards, "but thanks, pal."

"Hey Mr. Carter," Fletch asks, "you want to come eat with us," then to his
father, "if it's okay?" Without waiting, "Do you like pizza?" Then leave it
to the kid, "Jason's paying so it's free and you don't have to pay
nothin'!"

Jason, not wanting to pass up the chance of getting to know the porn
superstar, says, "Sure it's okay," and like Fletch did, approaches Pieter,
"right?"

"Of course," Pieter replies.

Finding something amiss, Dash Carter says to Pieter, "I take it
Mr. Good-lookin'," he nods to Jason, "is your partner?"

Fletch jumps the gun, "Jason and my dad are boyfriends!" Standing between
the two, Fletch holding each man's hands, no one would mistake them for
being anything but a gay couple and their child.

"I see," Dash assumes the two are `tight'. Turning to the next logical
choice, he asks Berk, "What time do you get off work, mate?"

Berk, putting a hand to his chest, exclaims, "Who me?"

Being cool, Jason replies, "The management put him at our disposal, so as a
good will gesture, we're handing him over to you?"

"Me?" Berk exclaims, his mouth dropped open wider than Fletch's a minute
ago. "Going out on a date with a porn star?"

Tugging on his father's hand, Fletch asks, "What's a bornstar?"

Dash cracked half a smile, looking to Pieter.

"Stage language. Somebody who is `new' at acting. It's like he's just born
into it, so he's a `born' `star.'"

"Okay. I get it," Fletch replies. Then he says to Dash, "If you're a new
actor, Mr. Carter, maybe my dad can show you some stuff. He's an actor
too!"

"Could be," Dash replies. However, with his eye on Jason, he carries things
further, "What about you Jason? Any hidden talents?"

Like a secret code, both Jason's hands slide down, making like they are
covering his crotch, him saying, "One very big one!"

Fletch, not getting Jason's intention, states, "Jason does a landscaping."

"He's a landscaper," Pieter corrects the grammar, adding, "and I think we
better think about dinner?"

Fletch hadn't the foggiest notion, but Pieter knew both Jason and Berk were
having thoughts about what would be the plans for dessert!

Walking the lobby, Jason, Berk and Dash engaged in conversation. Fletch and
his father tagged along, the kid attached to his father by hand and
thought.

"What're you thinking about dad?"

It became obvious, his dad not following the subject of thoughts batted
around by the trio in front of them.

"Oh nothing much," he alluded to, rather than tell his true thoughts, of
being tied down now to living a life with his son. Fletch interrupting the
way of thinking, Pieter looks down, thinking how so much worth it, how
breaking away from one happy part of life was leading to a new
adventure. "Forgive me for not asking son, but how would you feel about
Jason living with us for a while, until he finds himself a place?"

With a yearning, Fletch whines, "Oh, can't he stay until I'm all growed
up?"

"We'll see," Pieter replies. As he could see his son wanting Jason to stay
with them, share their house and lives, he had the same longing. The
business he was in, in the city, things were flighty. To find someone and
involve oneself in a true relationship, was next to nothing.  Since Fletch
had put new thoughts in his mind, it occupied Pieter's mind on their whole
trip to the restaurant.

Envisioning the pizza already on the table in front of himself, Fletch
exclaims, when Dash chooses the fancy restaurant across the street, "Do we
have to?"

He changed his mind fast when Dash mentions, "Don't tell me you're going to
pass up mashed chocolate chip cookies with gooey caramel sauce, topped with
chocolate ice cream and a thick halo of whipped cream? Oh, I forgot the
cherry!"

Hopping across the street, Jason had a field day with the play on
words. Arriving at the door of the obviously `high-priced' establishment,
dollar signs on a posted menu woke him up out of his forming fantasy. "Fuck
this!" Then realizing Fletch was with them, "I mean," he mellows out his
anger to a gentleness, "forget this. I told you," he spoke to Pieter, "you
were going to stiff me with a big bill!"

`Big' and `stiff' were enough of a diversion to send Dash's mind racing!
Like Jason, this wasn't the time for such thoughts, so quickly put them
away to ante in, "No problem mates! I'll pick up the tab!"

Walking right in the front door, Berk under the guidance of his arm, Jason,
Pieter and Fletch following. When the door-greeter complained of their
attire, Dash calmly digs in his pocket, whips out a bankroll, tears off the
top copy and crumbling the hundred dollar bill in the lad's hand, says,
"Here's to your college fund, mate. Now, you got us a table with some nice
scenery?"

Of course they with scrutiny, they were served with looks from other
patrons. This was the place to eat in town, the elite `Castle Arabesque,'
with it's unique cuisine and authentic mid-eastern chefs. Here they were,
dressed casually. Still half the suits adorned their lower half, but upper
half, their shirts lay open at the collars, Pieter's tie hanging down his
chest. Fact is, Fletch looked like the only one halfway decent, still in
his dark suit. He even smiled at an old women, whom he heard say he looked
like such a cute young man!

Busy, Jason was casing the joint, eyes glancing from waiter to busboy, back
to waiter, winking at one he thought he recognized, splitting the motel fee
with.

Almost all were college dudes, earning some tuition. Their usher stepping
away, they were joined by an older gent, not `old, old,' one who could pass
for a guy in his late twenties.

"Are your accommodations suitable sir?" He looked around the room, first at
Pieter, then Jason, Berk and Dash. Berk got the biggest smile and mind you,
Jason surely did pick up on it.

"Yup!"

"Oh I didn't see you there, sir?" his chin touches his chest as his face
shoots down in front of him. Grasping the chair he was holding on both
sides, he knew Fletch was there, kidding with him.  Fletch smiled, seeing
the waiter upside down, saying, "You look funny upside down!"

"Do I still look funny?" he ran around the table to stand between Jason and
Fletch's father.

Breaking silence, Berk says of the man, whose skin tones sort of matched,
"This is my cousin-the-joker, Zeki!"

"Zeki?" Fletch questions. "Sounds like the name of a clown," he mocks.

"That's because I am a clown!" Zeki rushes back around the table, goosing
Fletch.

Standing right after he got Fletch giggling, Zeki stood there. From
Fletch's viewpoint, he noticed something weird. Right through Zeki's white
dress shirt he could see the outline of where there was hair on his bod! He
wondered and as a possibility Zeki was being so friendly and funny, he
thought it okay to ask, "Zeki, do you have a trail?"

Jason, acting like a parent immediately says in a derogatory manner,
"Wally?" he forgets.

Never ever seeing Jason like this before, Fletch knew he was in terrible,
terrible trouble.

Leaning around Zeki's left side, his father reprimands, much the same,
"Fletch?" His face was red.

However, Dash Carter gets Fletch off the hook asking, "Well mate, do you?"

At first Zeki was caught off guard like the others. Turning to Dash he
stutters, "Well, I... uh.. um..." He moves his head around on his
shoulders, to the left, to his cousin whom is sitting at Dash's left.

Smiling, Berk covers for him, "Yes he does!" And because he got a certain
look from everyone, especially Jason, he adds, "But not in the way you all
are thinking! Zeki and I went to the beach last summer?"

Like asking for acceptance of his excuse, of knowing Zeki's trail, which
began at the black patch, midchest and shot down like an arrow to his
pubes, Jason mildly says, "Oh, okay."

"Whew!" Fletch says, wiping fake sweat from his brow.  Then, around Zeki's
right side he asks Jason, "Is it okay if I ask Zeki if he's gay?"

Sucking his teeth, Fletch turned from Zeki's right side to his left, giving
his father his full attention.

"Fletch, it's not exactly a question you ask a total stranger?" his dad
says.

"Okay," Fletch replies, "I won't ask him then."

Jason, more jovial, but with sarcasm, asks, "Well, isn't it a little too
late?"

Dash again butts in, "Well mate, are you or are you not?"

With still the joking voice, but without the humor, Zeki says, "It is no
sweat. Yes I am gay. It is nothing."

Fletch then tries to patch things up with everybody, but especially Zeki,
"I'm sorry about your treasure trail, Zeki."

It kind of made Zeki's crotch a little active, all this talk about it, but
being this was a little tyke, he asks, "Where did you hear about this? In
school?"

Jason was already whistling an air tune, scratching the back of his head,
just knowing the finger was going to fall on him.

Surprised to say the least, Fletch admits, "Yep. I heard it from a kid at
school and we wondered if we were going to get some!"

Off the hook, Jason exhaled, but Pieter noticed something was up, possibly
Fletch wasn't telling the truth?

%

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