The Lies Your Father Told Me

By GA Hauser

It seemed innocent enough. A handsome man reached out to Noah on a social network site. But as the text messages grew kinky, Noah Garrett wondered who this man was.
Bryce Douglas was one very busy man.
As he worked towards a career in film and producing, Bryce tried to keep the distractions to a minimum.
But, on a dinner out with friends, Bryce meets a handsome man who seems to know him, know him very well.
The catch? Bryce had no idea who Noah was, or why he appeared intrigued.

Online men...predators or lovers?
In reality, do you know who you’re talking to? Or will you live to regret it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Aug 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370352180

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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THE LIES YOUR FATHER TOLD ME

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2017

THE LIES YOUR FATHER TOLD ME

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2017

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Chapter 1

Wow. Twenty-five year old Noah Garrett enlarged a photo on his phone. As he sat in a waiting room to be called for an audition, Noah already had his lines memorized, so…he read his newsfeed. A hot guy had added him to his Twitter account.

The name associated with the handsome man’s picture was ‘luvstocatch’. While Noah read the details, which were sparse, he noticed the man had few followers and even fewer tweets. But, he had reached out to him in a private message.

It read, ‘you look really hot.’

Just as Noah was about to send a reply, his name was called. He pocketed his phone and headed to the open door.

A woman with a clipboard checked his name off the roster and invited him in.

Noah entered the small space, seeing a video camera set up to record his audition, as well as several people seated at a table.

He reached out to shake hands, Hi. I’m Noah Garrett.

Nice to meet you, Noah.

Charlie will be reading with you. The woman gestured to a young man holding a script.

Noah smiled amiably and took his place, standing on a piece of tape on the floor. He inhaled deeply and was as ready as he could be.

The role he was reading for was tiny, but in the battle for speaking parts in Hollywood, Noah would take anything he could get.

~

With his laptop on his legs, Bryce Douglas worked on locking down locations for a new film he had been just been hired to work on. At the moment he was engrossed in his present production. He was seated on a folding metal chair while grips scurried around him, setting up lighting for the next scene.

Being a film producer was like being a fireman, Bryce’s main job was getting things to actually lineup and function, to create a trouble-free environment for the cast and crew.

Seeing yet another glitch in the schedule, Bryce got on his phone and called a city department he had requested a permit from. When he got a maze of telephone options, Bryce took a deep breath and tried not to scream.

Bryce.

He split his attention from his phone, to his laptop, to his director, Nika Brandt. What?

Dennis is late. Call him. His scene is next.

It didn’t matter that he was already on the phone to handle another crisis, Bryce disconnected the line and called Dennis.

Hey.

Where are you? Bryce asked.

On line getting coffee at a drive-thru.

You’re late. Bryce spoke to his director, On his way, getting coffee.

The director screamed, We have PAs for that! Tell him to get his ass here!

Get your ass here. Bryce rolled his eyes as Nika stormed off.

Be there in five…or ten.

Bye. Bryce disconnected the line and tried to remember what he had been doing a second ago.

Bryce! Where’s the stylist? was yelled.

Bryce set his laptop on a second chair and jogged to the wardrobe department. He found their stylist tapping her phone and sipping a latte. You’re needed on set.

She nodded, not making eye contact, and left the room, her phone in front of her face.

Bryce returned to his chair and flopped down on it, picking up his laptop and battling once more to figure out what he had been doing before he was interrupted.

~

Noah left the audition not knowing how they felt about his performance. But that wasn’t unusual. All he could do was try, and wait and see. He didn’t have an agent, so he was stuck searching audition sites on his own. He didn’t mind.

He was working as a waiter, like so many other LA actor wannabes, and had time during the day to go on auditions.

Noah had walked to the studio instead of driving, since the parking situation was miserable in this area of West Hollywood, and he lived around twenty minutes away.

August in Los Angeles; hot and dirty, with a warm Santa Ana wind that made little difference in the heat. Noah checked his phone before he walked to Santa Monica Boulevard. He remembered the private message on Twitter and stood in the shade of an elm tree for a moment to answer it.

‘you look hot too. where do you live?’

He had never hooked up with anyone from that particular social site, but he was open to it. Especially with a man who looked like this guy did. He then added, ‘What’s your name?’ since his own profile picture was a recent selfie that he had taken and he used his real name; it seemed only fair to ask.

A phone number appeared instead of a reply. Noah figured it was easier to text than use the app. He took a look at his surroundings, seeing scantily clad people wearing sunglasses and hats in the boiling sun.

Noah sent this stranger a text. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey.’

Noah added the phone number to his contacts. ‘Name?’

‘You’re so hot I wanna lick your hole.’

Ohh-kay. Noah chuckled. ‘I take it you don’t want to give me your name.’

‘R U into kink?’

Before he answered, Noah stepped closer to the tree trunk located on the verge to avoid being in the way of pedestrians. He had another look at the profile photo. Damn, he’s hot.

He sent back a text, ‘I can be. What do you like?’ Noah started walking down the boulevard, craving an iced coffee drink.

‘Tie me up. push things in my ass.’

Dirty boy! Noah chuckled and kept walking, spotting a café. While he entered the shop and stood on line, a photo, appearing to be a selfie, showed up. It was an erect dick surrounded in ropes, making it blush purple. The balls were also tied up.

Damn, man. Noah hadn’t been too adventurous before, but he was game for anything between consenting adults.

He made his way in line to the barista. Um…grande iced mocha.

Anything else?

Noah took a look at the pastries. Yes. How about that blueberry scone. He felt his phone vibrate with a text.

Your name? the barista asked.

Noah.

The barista wrote it on a cup.

Noah paid for it, received his scone, and stood on a second line, waiting for his drink. While he did, he texted, since nearly everyone in the coffee shop was doing the same thing. Texting.

He read the last text. ‘make me drip.’

Noah glanced around, not wanting these texts to be read by anyone around him. No one appeared interested.

‘Dude. U got a name?’

‘Bryce.’

That wasn’t so hard, was it? Noah muttered to himself. ‘Are you in LA?’

‘What will you do to me? anything you want.’

‘Is that really you in the profile pic?’ Noah looked up when a customer’s name was called.

A photo of the same man, but a different photo than the one on the Twitter account, showed up.

This man was a knockout. At the suggestive messages, accompanied with the dick-pic and photos of this stunning man, Noah was intrigued.

Noah?

He perked up and took his iced coffee. Noah noticed an employee clearing a small table, so he waited and then took a seat at it. He sipped his coffee drink and ate his scone while he kept texting. ‘Wanna meet?’

‘I’m on a bed, bound up. do something to my ass.’

Noah glanced around the noisy shop and then added the handsome man’s photo to his contact list, so it came up when this stud sent him a message or called. He then, sipped the drink through a straw and texted at the same time.

‘I’d shove my hand up your ass. you want it?’

‘Yes! fistup my ass!’

Noah crossed and uncrossed his legs, the coffee drink was getting sucked down quickly as his pulse rate rose. ‘ya like fisting?’

A photo of an ass with a hand pushed in, up to its forearm, came through.

Jesus. Noah winced and then had a closer look. ‘is that you?’

‘yeah. love assplay. do me.’

Finishing his scone, Noah slurped his drink to the ice and set it aside. ‘are you local? I’m in weho.’ The communication stopped.

Noah exhaled loudly, feeling as if he had been lost in this wild fantasy for a brief moment.

Once more he looked at the pictures of this man and hoped it was indeed the guy he was communicating with. A man that gorgeous wanting him to play-hard was enticing.

At least he had his phone number. That was promising.

~

Bryce waited in a downtown government office. His phone continued to chime with messages as he lingered in the lobby. He looked up when a door opened. Hey, Dad.

What do you need?

I’ve been waiting on that city permit I requested. We’re on schedule to shoot this afternoon, and I need the permit now.

Come in.

Bryce entered the well-lit offices of cubicles and closed doors, florescent lights and plastic plants.

He followed his father, who was wearing a suit and tie, behind a counter.

Christy, find out where Bryce’s paperwork stalled.

Yes, sir.

Bryce handed his father’s secretary his forms to make it easier. She tapped computer keys while he waited.

Bryce glanced at his dad, noticing he appeared tired or preoccupied. He was staring into space or so it seemed, either his focus was somewhere on Bryce’s body or he was looking right through him.

Here it is. The secretary pointed to the screen.

Print it and let me sign it.

Yes, sir. She stood from her desk.

Thanks, Dad. I hate to bug you, but I submitted this application two weeks ago.

We get bogged down in the summer because of vacation schedules.

Bryce watched as his father checked his cell-phone, then he pocketed it. His mother and father had divorced nearly a decade ago, and his fifty-nine year old father had remarried for the fourth or fifth time, (Bryce had lost track) to a thirty-five year old woman. Bryce was slightly aloof with the man who had deserted him. But, his father held a government office, so, he needed him at times like this.

Christy gave his dad the forms and he signed them.

Thanks. Bryce took the paperwork and tucked it into his shoulder bag.

How’s Jill?

Okay.

Do you want to stop by this weekend?

We’ll let you know. Bryce gave his dad a stiff hug. Thanks again. He sent his director a text letting him know he had the permit to film on the city street- in hand.

Bryce rushed down the cement stairs and jogged to his car in the parking lot. He headed to the location, frustrated with the congestion of the LA traffic, but at least he had the legal right to film in public.

He finally made it to the location, parked, hitting the curb in his haste, and dumped his shoulder bag on the passenger’s seat. He took the permit with him and just as the cast and crew arrived, he posted the permit on the window of the café he and his team were using for the shot.

He finished taping it up, and then wiped at his forehead from the sweat.

One more crisis averted.

Since he had two seconds, Bryce sent his girlfriend a text, ‘into seeing my dad this weekend?’

‘I have plans already. I’m going shopping with my sister on Saturday and the spa on Sunday with gal-pals.’

‘okay.’

Bryce felt as if he had to pay back his father, since if he hadn’t given him this permit, they couldn’t shoot the scenes and would be thrown off schedule. He took a moment to make sure he had things settled for the next hour, then sent his dad a text. ‘what time do you want me there tomorrow? I may be able to make it for lunch.’

‘I’ll let you know.’

~

Noah changed into black trousers and a white cotton shirt for work. Being a struggling actor who was also a waiter was cliché but it paid the rent. He stepped into his shoes and then picked up his phone.

Bryce had sent him another photo.

Oh, geez. Noah laughed but the photo was a little extreme. It was of a man getting an enormous dildo up his ass, the pucker of the man’s rim was spread wide. ‘Did it hurt?’

‘hurt so good.’

I’ll bet. Noah brushed his hair and checked his face in the bathroom mirror. He used a little more gel on his hair and washed his hands.

His phone chimed. He picked it up.

‘send me a pic of your dick’

Well, sir…I just happen to have one… Noah scrolled through old photos and attached one. It was a picture of his cock, erect, while he held the base. He had taken it as a joke, but, he didn’t see the harm in sending it. It didn’t include his face. He attached it to a text which read, ‘here I am!’

A string of emojis followed; fists raised, which now had a different meaning to Noah, as well as other symbols of delight.

‘Gotta run. work.’ He pocketed his phone and wallet, then grabbed his house key. He shut off the lights of his one-bedroom apartment, and left, locking up. He headed down the stairs to the lobby door and made his way to work. The restaurant he was employed at was also within walking distance, and that was another bonus.

Feeling the heat and dry breeze of the August evening, Noah felt his phone continue to buzz with text messages. He had a feeling his new admirer was going to keep him busy.

~

By ten pm on this Friday night, Bryce came through the door to his home. He tossed his keys on his kitchen counter and undressed as he walked to his bedroom. He stunk of sweat and stress, working on the scorching streets under the hot sun.

Bryce left a trail of clothing and turned on the shower. He didn’t want it to warm, so he got in, cooling off under the spray. He decompressed and thought about the one day off he had this weekend, and spending a few hours with his dad.

Once he washed and shampooed, Bryce shut off the taps and was about to drop from exhaustion. He stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his hips, then shaved over the sink, staring at his blue eyes in the mirror.

After he cleaned up, he felt slightly more human, and gathered the items he’d dropped and tossed them into the washer.

He slipped on a pair of gym shorts and then opened the refrigerator to inspect the food he had available. He removed a container of leftovers and ate the cold Chinese food right out of the carton while leaning against his counter.

He was famished from not eating all day, and stuffed his face, eating too quickly for his own good. He threw away the empty container, grabbed a cold beer and flopped to his living room sofa, propping his feet on the coffee table.

He aimed the remote at the TV and turned it on,