Alan

By James Orr

Alan is straight, Sam is gay.
Set in Brighton, East Sussex, the novel tells of the relationship that existed between the two of them. Set out in diary form it follows the development, the frustration on both sides and the pressures put on them. Unable to meet together at either homes, they resort to the gay cruising site up on the Downs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781291588941

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Alan

ALAN

By James Orr

Copyright 2013 by James Orr

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings.

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication can be reproduced stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the publishers and/or author.

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibilities for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of information contained herein.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Dedicated to Sam.

Book design by Sabaijai Design

Years ago

I first met Alan almost ten years ago.

It was a balmy night, very dark with little traffic on the empty Brighton streets. Even the BP garage was empty I noticed as I drove past. No sooner had I reached the traffic lights to turn right, onto Beach Road, when they suddenly changed to green.

Brighton’s Beach Road led to Shoreham Power Station. A well-known cruising area at night and a nudist beach during the day. The Port Authorities cared little about security and seldom patrolled the area. Police occasionally visited but they were more interested in boy racers breaking the 30mph speed limit.

It was hit and miss, with no guarantee of success with regard to finding a sexual partner.

It had been weeks since I had been down there. I was ready for the unexpected; I was ready for the thrill.

I glanced in the windows of the pub on the corner to see a few people playing snooker. The two men illuminated by the overhead lights. The bright, blue fairy bulbs in the windows twinkled in the darkness.

After the mini-roundabout a lone cyclist came towards me, a red light flashed constantly on the helmet, giving the only indication he was on the road;

Secret policemen in the road slowed my progress, making my car bump violently, as I passed the houses on Millionaires Road, with very few lights showing. A strong smell of fish entered my open window as I drove alongside the Fish Market. Most of the fishing boats were already out at sea.

The small mobile kiosk that sold snacks during the day was safely locked up, in darkness, its one flat tyre causing it to list slightly. The sign for the price of teas and coffees had fallen over in the slight breeze. The high sea wall gave very little protection from the churning ocean, already at high tide. Only three Lorries were parked up for the night. Two of them were in darkness; the other had a small television on reflecting its radiance onto the face of the driver, munching on pot noodles, his curtains partly opened. All three had their rear doors open wide to show that they weren’t carrying anything.

I passed no other cars leaving or arriving.

Two joggers ran along the roadside next to the wire fence, their form fitting Lycra adding to their sleek forms,

As I passed the middle part of the road, its high solid wall broken with an opening that agile people could clamber over to get to the shingle beach, I noticed a large white Lucato van, facing the road, parked with its passenger door open, and next to it was a dark car, its passenger door also open.

I was driving too fast to see properly what was going on, despite having to slow down for the next wicked speed bump in the road.

At the end of the Non Port Related Vehicles parking section I pulled in, reversed and pulled back into the road. Slowly I drove back to where the white van and car were parked.

I could see no markings on the van to tell me what trade the driver was in.

I parked next to the blue car, turned off the engine and switched off my lights. Although it was quite dark, the area protected from the high sea wall, and limited street lighting, I could see that the doors to each vehicle were still open.

For something to do, despite the temperature outside, I rolled down my window to watch any action that might be taking place.

There was such stillness and silence, apart from the waves hitting the shore. The whole area seemed to soften as my eyes adjusted to the dim light.

Lifting up from my seat and peering out of my window I could make out one person, his head peering out over the roof of his car. There was no sign of the other person.

Quietly I opened my door and stood next to my car.

Steeping towards the back of my car I saw one guy being sucked off by the other, who was bent over, his jeans and underwear pulled over his bottom, exposing his arse to the moonlight. And a nice bottom it was too.

At that moment the one sucking stood up and shuffled over to the open door of the van. Walking was difficult as his jeans were around his ankles. Bending over with his elbows leaning on the front seat, the other guy moved up behind him, his wet, erect cock glistening with saliva. Taking hold of it he aimed it towards the twin globes of flesh.

He glanced over at me with a half-smile on his face as I heard a grunt come from the van driver when his cock found the waiting hole, his wedding ring glinting in the light.

Gripping the man’s hips he began to pound the small bottom of the van driver, sending his

cock deeper with each thrust. Several moans and groans from the van driver followed as I watched the action from the back of the car. I held back as I hadn’t been asked to join them.

Sometimes it was good just to watch.

As the one fucking speeded up I took my erect cock out and started to play with it. It was quite erotic to watch the sex scene taking place.

Shouts of, I’m coming, came from the one fucking, as it echoed around the enclosed place.

When he had deposited his load, he pulled out, buttoned up and got back into his car.

The van driver bent down to pick up his jeans and underwear, which were still gathered around his ankles, before climbing

back into his van and closing the door behind him.

The car driver started his engine so I moved away to allow him to reverse.

I got back into my car and waited for the other car to reverse and leave.

The van driver remained, still sitting in the front. Although he had inserted the key into the ignition, he did not turn it. Instead he stared at the drab, meagrely equipped dashboard.

I started my engine and moved my car nearer to the van. Climbing out, I opened my jeans and pulled my erect cock out, hoping the van driver was up for more action.

He was.

My heart raced wildly and I could hardly breathe from the excitement of my possible seduction.

As I leant against my car, he slowly opened the passenger door and climbed out. He approached. He turned and looked straight at me, then at my cock. He was probably in his early thirties, very slim, almost teenager build. He had on a checked shirt, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbows, with a white T-shirt underneath it, and light blue jeans that were open at the zipper and trainers.

He looked me in the eye, his face suddenly serious. He was wearing a sneer, which even then I knew he was doing deliberately, because he thought he should, because it made him look good. The whole effect of him leaning on the door frame and looking at me with his dark eyes, small eyes, set deep, made me shake in anticipation.

Taking hold of my jeans he pulled them down to my knees, my underwear followed. And then he took hold of my cock and started to suck the end. I watched his lips part over my cock as his cool lips formed a circle around the sensitive end.

He knelt down on the hard tarmacadam area and bobbed his

head down the shaft as he opened the belt of his jeans, undid the top button and slid them, along with his briefs, over his buttocks, exposing his buttocks to the night air again.

He was very adept at sucking, allowing plenty of saliva to coat the shaft, although unable to take all of my cock down his throat. He teased my balls at the same as he sucked, and teased me further with varying lengths of my cock.

I knew what he wanted next.

Standing up he pushed his jeans to below his knees and bent over my car bonnet.

Thankfully, the road was quiet. No one else was venturing out that night.

Standing behind him, my cock found his slippery hole, as warm spunk oozed out.

I placed a hand over his beautiful mouth, Felt the fleshiness of his upper lip as he drew

breath. Keeping one hand on his mouth I pressed the other down on the top of his thigh. He closed his eyes, and let out a breath.

His bottom was tiny and I had my doubts he would be able to take all of me. After rubbing the outside of his hole several times with the head of my cock, I pressed the head at the centre and pushed slightly. He reached back to hold open his buttocks as my cock slowly slid into the warm, wet orifice. Feeling more comfortable with the strange sensation of having something inside him, he began to wiggle enthusiastically upon it. I didn’t stop pushing until I had reached base. Once I did, he moaned low and long.

Gripping his slim hips I began to fuck him, long drawn out strokes, in and out. Leaning over I trapped him between me and the car and started to pound him hard.

The sensation of my cock in his tight arse was unbelievable and I