Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2011 10:06:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase McPhee <survivalgame@ymail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 08

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 08
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Unfortunately for Gary and Jason, the two volleyball dudes were `very'
studly, the case being, them giving into Fletch's gnawing at them with
hunger pangs.

Gary was perplexed, his mind trying to decide whether to break away, trade
off Jason and Fletch, with Jason's hot bod, right from the head, down to
his crotch, with the two obviously stealth college boys making him want to
lick his lips.

"Tough decision, huh?" Jason asks, Fletch having flown the coop.

"Nah," Gary fucks it, takes Jason around the shoulders with an arm like
they were long, lost military buds.

Asking in a flimsy manner, Jason says, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be into
threesomes, would you?"

His answer, "Why? You got a third in mind?"

Hunger his primary objective to wipe off the slate, Fletch was a little
taunted by the fact Jason was paying more attention to Gary than his
father.

Eating was supposed to be on the beach, but the temps were zooming up in
the high eighties, them retreating within the back gate, to the covered
patio.

"Dad?"

"Yep?" Pieter answers. Left in charge of the grill, he grabs a hot dog and
rotates it.

"Can I ask you something important?"

Stopped with paying attention to the weenies, Pieter answers, "Consider no
question on your mind too important to ask, son."

"I thought you and Jason were boyfriends?"

Looking over to the other edge of the patio, seeing Jason and Gary sitting
on a slate wall, plates in hand, woofing down some salad, he knows exactly
where Fletch is going with this, "Sure we are," he caters to Fletch's
thoughts, "but it's no sin for Jason to be hospitable with a guest?"

Then Fletch tattles, "Gary and Jason were looking at two guys on a beach
towel."

"Oh?" Then, because he thought no harm in saying, "Were they hot?"

Right away, since his dad put it this way, it made him all clammy. He
thought Jason didn't say anything about him liking boys and he hadn't, but
felt maybe this a `lead' in. "Only gay guys think other guys are hot!"

"True," Pieter replies, it clicking in his brain.

Seeing his father probably didn't have a clue, he figured he'd leave it
alone. Then, looking across the way, seeing Jason, he remembers what Jason
had said one time, about if and when he saw his dad, would he tell him he
was gay. After an interval of silence he gulped down some spit, which
seemed to give him a push, Fletch confessing, "Dad?"

"Yep?"

"I'm gay."

"No-o-o-o-o-o!" Dropping the tongs on the barbecue grill, Pieter slaps both
sides of his head with his hands and in all sincerity says, "Oh my god!
What are we gonna do?"

Fletch knew his dad was acting like a goofball, replying, "It's okay isn't
it?"

Seeing his fake humor wasn't impressive, Pieter bends down on one knee to
address his son, "Of course it's okay. It's perfectly fine," he hugs
Fletch.

With the acceptance, Fletch then admits, as they break their hug in half,
"When I get older I want to hug and kiss Jason, but he says it's not very
good we do it at our ages." He meant the vast age difference, which at the
time, while hauling tree limbs, Fletch accepted it like an adult.

"Well, when the time comes... why don't you just wait and see what
happens?"

Fletch furthers, "I love Jason and I'm never going to stop loving him!"

Liking Jason would have been Pieter's response, someday hoping to develop
the deep down love his son experienced at this moment, but he was more
happy for Fletch than himself, saying, "I can see that and you know what?"

"What?"

"I hope someday you and I both find a man who loves us back as much as your
heart loves Jason.... now how about a `weenie'?" the `adult' joked with the
`child,' as he stood.

"Funny dad, but I'll take two if you can spare it!"

With the confession in mind, Pieter watched Fletch walk over to where Jason
and Gary were talking and laughing it up. On his mind, which stayed in
silence, he asks himself, "I wonder if he's going to be top or bottom?"
Grabbing himself two dogs, he too joined them.

Interrupted, they hear, "Hey Fleeeeeeetch!"

His head shifted to the back door like a dog picking up the scent, Fletch
exclaims, "It's Tyler!" Literally throwing his plate on the buffet table,
he yells, "I'm comin' Tyler," bolting for the exit-entrance.

Half in, now standing on the patio, Tyler is welcomed with open arms, much
like he's already picked up on with Jason and his dad.

Pieter giggles, saying, "I guess he really is gay," watching the two give
each other a peck on the lips, like grownups do.

"How could you ever guess?" Gary shares his own joking.

Before Pieter could get away and while Fletch was out of earshot, Jason
whispers in his ear, "Let me know if you want to do a three-way" and right
into, "but you don't have to let us know right away." Then he backed off
with his plate.

Later Fletch would ask his dad how he got potato salad on his back, which
would leave Jason `guessing' as he whistled off the incriminating stare,
Pieter saying, `Ask your good buddy Jason!'

For now though, along with a suitcase and beach bag, Tyler brought along a
ravenous appetite.

"When's the last time they fed you?" Gary jokes.

"Let's see," Tyler tries remembering as he blindly stares out towards the
crunching waves, "I had breakfast early, then another breakfast when my dad
got up and some lunch before I left." He stuffed half a hot dog in his
mouth!

"Oh, is that all? Seems to me it would do you a world of good to go jogging
with us in the morning!" Gary replies.

Pieter questions, "We going jogging?"

"Sure. You're invited," Jason says.

In a snotty manner, Pieter returns, "Oh thank you for thinking of me."

With that, Pieter suddenly showed more interest in hanging with the kids
than Jason and Greg.

"Hey dad?"

"What son?"

"Can Tyler and me go play volleyball with the guys down on the beach?"

"Volleyball?" Pieter replies, not having seen any sporty events going on on
the sand.

"We seen them when we came back from jogging," Fletch reports, officially
breaking through to jogger status!

"I see." Still annoyed at Jason, Pieter directs his way, "I suppose you and
Greg saw them?"

Seeing the friction, Greg puts down his plate, excusing himself, "Oh," he
almost said `shit!' but amended it to, "sh-h-ugar, I forgot to make those
phone calls!"

Jason replies, "Oh wait. I'll get the phone."

"No," Greg quickly replies, drinking and waving his hand like saying
goodbye, but thinking, `never mind'. "I'll head back to my yacht and do my
business there. Thanks for the meal," he says in parting.

"Are we going to see you again?" Fletch yells out.

Pieter was sure Jason hoped so. He wasn't ignorant of the fact Jason was
trying to keep his legs stuck together. Probably, he envisioned, his hard
shaft was ready to make its exit from the tight speedo around his hips!

"I can't promise, but I might." He also says, "Nice meeting you Tyler."

When Tyler looked over towards Greg to wave, he was already gone, but it
didn't go unnoticed, Fletch's gunning at Jason with a death stare, Jason
wondering `what for'. Immediately he clues Fletch in, "I saw once my dad
and mom do that. Jason and your dad are mad at each other!"

True to his thinking, Pieter says, "I think we should take this inside." He
didn't leave any opening for Jason, saying to the kids, "You guys will be
alright, right?"

"Fine dad," Fletch replies.

"And don't touch the grill," he cautions, walking past.

Last one in the door, he adds, "And don't set foot outside the gate till I
get back."

"We won't."

Soon as the two were alone, Tyler asks, "What do you think's gonna happen?"

Flicking away the thought with his hand, Fletch, like `he knows' these
things already, replies, "Oh, they're boyfriends. Boyfriends are always
fighting. It wouldn't be right if they didn't."

"Wow you know so much Fletch!"

"Like Jason says, all it takes is obsterbation." Fletch twists one of the
more important words of a gay man's vocabulary.

Puzzled, Tyler says, "Oh yeah. I forgot about that." Of course he didn't
get it! Next on his mind, the ten year old says, "I'm so full!" He lifts
his shirt, showing his kid-belly.

"Hey, you didn't start getting a treasure trail yet, did you?"

"I don't think," Tyler replies, pushing both hands in his bare stomach,
stretching his bellyhole, both looking. 

Putting his hand on
Tyler's abdomen, right below his navel, Fletch retrieves it quickly,
saying, "Oh! I forgot!"

"What?" Tyler asks, not immune to another hand touching him as feeling
good.

"Jason. He told me once when I was a little kid," thinking back three years
ago, he tells, "I shouldn't go touching somebody else without asking. Can I
touch there?"

"Okay," Tyler officially gives the go ahead, mainly because he wanted to
see for himself if it felt good second time around.

"I don't feel a single thing," Fletch reports.

"I know," Tyler replies.

"You been lookin' too?"

"Yup and I don't have nothin' down by my weiner neither."

"Down there? You're supposed-ta get it down there too?" Fletch quizzes, for
a change his friend enlightening him some.

"My dad does. I seen him oh, plenty of times without any clothes on and
he's got all this hair... shaped like a triangle," Tyler holds up both
hands, making the shape.

"Hmm," Fletch thought on it. "Jason didn't say nothin' about having hair
down there."

"Didn't you ever see your dad without clothes on?"

Being sarcastic, Fletch replies, "My dad was in the city being an actor,
remember?"

"Oh yeah," Tyler replies. "Was he in anything famous?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Fletch says, "I don't know. We didn't talk about
it."

Soon Pieter comes out the back door, saying, "Either of you guys up for
seconds?"

Both slapped their tummies, saying no, Tyler realizing his shirt was still
up to his kid-pecs, pulling it down into his lap.

"Good thing," Pieter replies, laughing, "because the grill looks like they
are ready for `hot-dog-heaven'!"

The boys thought it funny, probably irked on by Pieter's laughter.

Fletch asks, "Where's Jason?"

"He went out front for a walk." He further excuses his absence, "I think he
ate too much, too fast."

"Oh," Fletch replies, his eye brows bent out of shape with concern.

Trying on purpose to detour their thoughts, Pieter says, "How about we
check out the hot guys... I mean guys, playing volleyball?"

It was meant to be a slip of the tongue, Pieter kind of curious how Fletch
would handle it. However, Tyler comes back with, "You're gay? So is my
dad!"

"You're dad's gay?" Fletch retorts, giving Tyler his full attention.

"Yup. And guess who his boyfriend is?" he gloated.

"I dunno. Who?"

Pieter was taking this kid-talk in stride, wondering himself if it were a
local man.

"Mr. A!"

"Mr. A?" Fletch exclaims, acquiring his dad's habit of hands slapping
against both cheek to aid in the expression.

Breaking silence, Pieter asks, "Who's this Mr. A? Sounds like a mysterious
guy."

Both at once he hears, "Our gym teacher!" They look at each other, giving
the high5, a habit they started when the same thing came out of their
mouths at the same time.

"From the elementary school?"

"Dah, dad!"

In fourth grade, Pieter laughed off the sarcasm. He knew as time passed,
Fletch leaping from grade to grade, so would the vernacular and he hoped he
would be able to oversee Fletch, teaching him the rights and wrongs. For
now he says in flamboyant manner, "Oh I'm so sorry!"

"Look!" Tyler said, unbuttoning his belt less short, dropping them, "I got
my swimsuit on already!" He presented himself like a rock star finishing
his act, throwing his hands up in the air as if waiting for applause.

He got it. Two claps from Pieter as he says, "Smart!" Indeed he thought it
rightly a good idea, especially since he was bent out of shape, not wishing
to run into Jason, in case he came back from his walk. Little did he know,
Jason was headed down to the waterfront marina!

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Marching down the lavish avenue, Jason suddenly stops dead in his tracks,
the twenty-two year old questioning himself out loud, "What the fuck am I
doing?"

"I give up!" Some young dude says in passing, eyeing Jason up and down
after saying. Obviously, the girl on his arm, talking her head off, had `no
idea!'

Even in deep thought, Jason, out of habit, gives the dude a few eyebrow
wiggles. Then, dove back into the situation at hand. Crossing his mind was
not only the immediate present, but past events which carved out the
friendship he shared with Fletch. Down memory lane, Jason passed by all the
events which shaped and molded their association, seeing him almost daily
after school, Fletch coming out to him, his coming out to Fletch, talk
about his `treasure trail', which made Jason smile because his guarding
hand, catching Fletch at wrist as he was going to `touch' gave him a
giggle.  Refocusing, he zipped fast forward, his mind set on Pieter. He
wondered now why in the hell he was seeking out other men when he had the
perfect vision of a boyfriend and maybe more.

With recalling Fletch, he felt a warmth in the heart and mind, but turning
towards Pieter, more than the loving adjectives came to him, a tingling
sensation in his loins.

Because this was a serious moment, about to command a decision, he next
talks to his balls, "Oh stop it!" He checked around for passing
ears. Fortunately there were none.

To remind him once more of the subjects at hand, way down the street he saw
the same couple who had passed him by. They were arguing, each marching off
on their own path, choosing the side streets. It would have been so easy
for Jason to run ahead, catch up with the dude and introduce him to gay
sex, if he hadn't already had his cherry taken.

Instead, Jason made an about face, saying to himself, "I hope I'm making
the right decision." Walking back he turned a few heads. He then realized
he was solely covered by a speedo and shirtless, flaunting his wares like a
hooker on 42nd St.!

Meanwhile, `back at the ranch', they gleaned the table clean of salads and
other stuff. Fletch and Tyler were of vast help, according to Pieter,
heralding, "Hey, thanks guys. I didn't know you could be so handy in the
kitchen."

Fletch had wished it was a more important superlative, like cooking up some
food, like s'mores or making ice cream sundaes!

"Who's ready for the beach?"

Tyler says, "I gotta go to the jon first."

Fletch said he would wait for Tyler, for his father to go ahead and save a
space on the `private' beach.

Waiting around for Tyler, Fletch tossed a baseball cap in the air, catching
it, while whistling an Enrique Iglesias tune, one he's heard a million
times, and surprised he wasn't tired of it! Startled, he quickly makes a
pirouette, walking into the small foyer to see who just walked in. Seeing,
he exclaims, "Jason?"

"Hi," Jason says cordially.

Like Jason's been gone for a quarter of a century, Fletch runs over to him,
giving a waist hug. Backing away almost as soon, he says, "Oops! Sorry!"

"It's okay," Jason replies, cracking a smile.

They didn't chat about it, Fletch wondering if Jason sensed `something',
with his face almost in his crotch. On the other hand, Jason stood there
curious, with question about Fletch, his opinion of the thin material
covering his crotch, the only wall between nose and cock!

"Your dad around?"

"We're playing volleyball. Wanna come?"

Smiling, Jason's spirits launched, his outlook perking up, saying, "Really?
Those guys invited you?"

Seeing right through Jason, the tables are turned, Fletch figuring out what
devious thoughts are running through his mind.

"What?" Jason says, picking up on it, especially the steady beam of the
death stare penetrating his inner soul.

"How come you don't like my dad?"

"I like your dad."

"Then how come you always want to run away and be with other guys. If you
liked my dad you wouldn't be touching Greg," and curious, "did Greg say it
was okay to touch him?"

He hadn't asked, but like everything else, rules were meant to be strayed
away from at times. It's part of the reason Jason had turned back. To him,
Fletch's criticism was a reminder, a pointing finger to something, if
indeed he liked Pieter, he should be concentrating on only one man. Too,
wound up in this deal was a 10yo boy. "Fletch, I'm sorry for running off."

Smart for his age, Fletch was willing to listen to what made Jason flew the
coop, "How come you did?"

A few formed in his head, but reasons not fit for a little boys' ear, so he
alluded to, "Because I'm stoopid!"

"What?"

Getting Jason off the hook for now, Tyler announces, "All ready!"

It worked, Fletch complaining, "It sure took you long enough... what'd you
do? Fall in and swim back?"

Tyler stood there, smiling, then offering up, "I love you when you joke
with me!"

`Love', `love you', two words turning up in the boys' conversation, which
hit Jason hard. A beginning relationship with his father, as Fletch had put
it, `boyfriends', he had to analyze himself, his life and didn't have much
time to think about what was important. Surely, he never dreamed he would
has as close an association with his `best friend'.

The two chatted for about a half minute, then headed out, Fletch turning
back, "You're coming aren't you?"

In a different environment, a certain application could apply, but dwelling
on more key stuff, he says, "I'll be along in a minute. Gotta take a leak."

Heading for the beach, they found Pieter lying on beach towel, sacked out,
his baseball cap slouched over his face, catching some z-z-z-z's.

"We're here!" Fletch announces.

Thinking he's in a dead sleep, Tyler says, "Hey, you're dad has a treasure
trail!"

This was the point at which the delusion was uncovered, Pieter giggling,
his whole front shaking, his baseball cap earthquaked off his face, falling
to the side. However, as he turns to the kids, three pairs of legs stand
there, one adorned with a coating of hair. In a cold manner he addresses
Jason, "Done with all your business?"

It wasn't anything for the boys to go on, totally unaware Jason was most
likely headed for Greg's yacht and an intense suck'n'fuck fest.

Jason opens with, "Why don't you boys hit the waves?"

"Be careful!" Pieter adheres.

"We will," Tyler answers, the two running like zebras to the shoreline.

Turning his attention back to Jason he asks, "Are those `my' boardshorts?"

In between here and there, the hotel and their lives, they did manage to
get in some mall shopping.

"I hope you don't mind. I rummaged through your draws?"

Bad as Jason, thoughts flood Pieter's mind, but sidetracks, "Not a
problem. We're both the same size so why should we `not' share?"

It was meant as a dig, Jason replying, "Mind if I sit down?"

"Free country," Pieter replies, sitting up, stretching his legs out,
crossing them, leaning back on his hands, his stomach crunching up till it
forms little lines, the blond hair congregated.

"I know you're pissed at me," Jason replies, notably Pieter staring out at
the ocean, instead of him. Could be he was focused on the boys' safety, but
he detected more.

"Why would I think a thing like that?" he receives a cold attack.

In confession he says, while retracing his steps, "When I left here I got
up the block and stopped dead in my tracks."

Since Jason wasn't gone long, not the time it would take him to reach
Greg's yacht, have some cocktails, the two getting cozy with each other,
strip clothes, crawl into a position where Jason was feeding cock to the
captain, got sucked off or fucked him till it rocked the boat, he says,
"Enough time for a quickie?" he said accusingly.

Putting the whole matter rest, Jason goes on autopilot, saying, "Y'know I'm
twenty-two years old..."

"You're that old?"

The smack in the face, Jason knew he deserved it. It was his own selfish
attitude, his zest for male sex which coaxed him out to the front of the
beach house, luring him down to the wharf. "Look, I know I acted like a
jerk, but..."

Cutting in, Pieter says, "At the least!"

"You're not making this easy for me?"

Finally turning from the sea, Pieter he lets up on the heat, saying before
switching back, eyes dropping to Jason's chest, wandering, "Nice tank
top. I have good taste!"

This is the straw which broke the camel's back, Jason seeing Pieter giving
in, him responding, "I think it fits my bod well?"

Sitting in the same position, but legs spread some, it was no task for
Pieter to drop his eyesight some, reaching out and touching, "Are you
talking about these?"

"Ooh!" Jason replies, looking down at his chest, watching Pieter tease the
pointy points of his tank top. "You might learn to regret the action of
your ways?"

After making the right nip perky, "Now or is this a temporary
conversation?" he says, Pieter returning to his half-reclined position.

Reflecting on the then and now, "Y'know, I should have been one of those
gay college frat, fucking my way through the dorm..."

"I wonder when they got their studying in?"

"I'm trying to be serious here?"

"Sorry," Pieter replies, uncrossing his legs. "Continue, uninterrupted," he
tossed hint.

"Instead I lost all relations with my family and if not for the kindness of
Mr. Fratelli..."

"Who?"

"Owner of the landscaping business. Anyway, I if he didn't take me in, give
me a job and house me till I was on my feet, money in my pocket and feeding
so I didn't waste away to nothing, I probably would have moved on."

"I know there's a lesson here."

"No lesson. Well, if you want to call trying not to tell myself it's more
important to allow my cock and balls rule my life, I suppose this would the
meaning of my words."

"Now I'm totally confused!" Pieter replies, turning back to the ocean.

"Fletch. If it hadn't been for him stopping by to talk everyday, other than
the occasional trick, I don't think there would much reason to stick
around. If you want to look at it from a different angle, it was `coaching'
him along the way on the gay lifestyle, and I know this is going to hit a
sour note, but the fact he didn't have a father to come to..."

"Oo-oh!" Pieter replies, sitting straight up, indian-stye and like being
hit below the belt, "That hurts!"

Contradicting himself, "Sorry, but it's what was missing in fletch's life."
Then philosophizing, "And y'know? I'm really glad I was the one." Turning
to Pieter, "You know, like being `chosen'?"

He was moved, in the wrong way, but put it behind them, Pieter saying, "So
where does this leave us?"

"Where do you picture us being at the end of the month or year?"

Getting the picture, Jason wanting to stick around, he still had
reservations, being the seven year age difference, for now there was
another aspect to address, Pieter rendering, "Carrying your baby?"

Taking the shenanigans further, Jason says, "Do you think we should ask
Fletch if he would like to have a baby brother?"

Before they could keep up the banter, they hear Fletch yelling, "Hey Jason
and dad!

Hiking up the sand, right behind Fletch and Tyler, two strangers followed.

"C'mon," Fletch waved his to come, "David and Michael said we can
volleyball with them!"

Pieter was still putting two and two together, glancing at the surf, where
the boys should have been, then the direction of the volleyball net.

Jumping to their feet, both guys slap their asses to loosen the sand. What
they feasted their eyes on demanded them to rise to the occasion.

"Hey, how's it going?" Jason asks.

Not knowing who was who, Jason immediately went for the six-pack-abs-guy,
shaking his hand in an urbanesque manner.

Muscular in a way, but not as tight bod, the other approaches Pieter,
"Fletch's dad?"

Hands greeting each other, they lingered a few more seconds than necessary,
Pieter answering, "How could you tell?"

"The blond hair. Dead giveaway." Being twenty-seven years old, it was an
excuse for David not to be as cool as his brother, "Too, with
consideration, he's quite a handsome lad?"

"I suppose I should take this as a compliment, thank you!"

Tyler passed on the badgering to his friend, "Hey guys, can we play some
volleyball now?"

From beach towel to volleyball court in the sand, it seemed like a back and
forth volley of personal information, Jason and Pieter learning the La Luz
brothers were on holiday, David from his local job at the environmental and
marine center, Michael from the city, on vacation from his acting career.

With mention of acting, Fletch right off alerted the La Luz bro's of his
father being an actor too.

The six played for all of ten minutes, Tyler and Fletch complaining they
were ready for some water, gasping and holding their throats, doing a
little acting themselves!

"I'm all for a cool, cool drink," Jason says, finally lifting the tank top
off his sweated bod, dabbing it under his pits.

Not paying attention to him, Pieter immediately conjures up a reason for
Jason being the eye of attention!

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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