The Pretender

By James Orr

Do you really know who you are talking to on the gay apps messaging services?
Meet Alan, a married man who enjoys gay sex and his jilted lover. Set in Brighton, East Sussex centred around two of the most popular gay cruising areas. Find out how he used the apps to locate Alan's position, and how he tricked Alan into thinking he was sending messages to a new mate. Erotic fiction.
There are various ways for gays, lesbians and bisexuals, as well as transgender people to meet each other on the internet.
One of the best gay apps on iPad, Android and IPhone is Bender, primarily designed for those interested in gay dating. Those, who wish to date with prospective gay and bisexual partners can find video facilities that will enable gays to talk and chat with such people who may be interesting for them. Bender also has instant messaging and more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781326023898

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The Pretender

THE PRETENDER

By James Orr

Copyright 2014 by James Orr

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

Dedicated to Sam.

Book design by Sabaijai Design

21 JUL UP TO 24 JUL

Alan only visited Devil’s Dyke six times and he didn’t score on any of the occasions. He had stopped telling me when he was going up. No more texts to say he was on his way, and which car park to meet at.

We usually met at Devil’s Dyke, in Brighton, because it was half way between his home in Mile Oak and his warehouse in Hollingbury. Once he had finished his deliveries in Crawley, he could call in for half an hour. It also meant he could call in on his way home, or when he finished the Chinese Takeaway delivery job, which he did three nights a week. He didn’t used come to the Dyke on a Monday or a Tuesday, he always said he was too busy. In fact some weeks I only saw him twice or three times in a week. Saturday nights he usually went to see his mate, a married man who lived locally. He would come up to the Dyke after his visit and return home for ten thirty. I didn’t see him every week though, and Sunday was his day off, I never saw him that day. That was his day at home.

25 JUL

He had sent me a text to say he was about to start work at the Chinese Takeaway. His ass was full of spunk, he said.

I asked him where he had been.

Alan said he went to a guy in Ditchling road, he had fucked him. He had asked Alan to go round as the boyfriend was away. The second fuck was at a guy’s house where we had both fucked the guy. I had been since then on my own, and often asked Alan if we could go again, he replied just ‘maybe’. The guy had known Alan more than twenty years and it was by pure chance that Alan had found him on Gaydar. He used to pick Alan up in the many toilets that Brighton had then. Alan would have been around twenty eight, about the time his son was born.

I was annoyed. The whole point of being on Gaydar was that we would arrange for threesomes together. Whenever I checked the messages, Alan never mentioned me. So being mischievous, I would send the person my images, my erect cock, bigger than Alan’s, and much thicker. 

27 JUL

I’ve noticed you have changed the password on Gaydar. Never mind the other site I’m on, I’m getting lots of guys contacting me wanting to fuck me. Better than Gaydar.

We’d had a bust up so I changed the password immediately afterwards.

28 JUL

He had just sped off in a fury, back to work, because I had gone into the same car park as him. There was lots of cover from trees and bushes which allowed gays to meet up and have sex.

I got onto my mobile quickly.

That’s right. You don’t need Gaydar what with Hartington Road, Ditchling Road, the Dyke and Duke’s Mound and of course with your new site. I am getting loads on Gaydar since I changed it just to me.

BYE.

YEAH BYE.

Where are all these guys who want to fuck you? I’ve just been fucked in the bushes before you arrived. Someone from Gaydar and now I am off to Ditchling Road.

He had told me before he saw someone in Ditchling Road when his boyfriend was away.

I am meeting a guy in Worthing with a thick 7inch thick cock. He wants to rim my hole then fuck me and fill me with spunk. I also met a guy last night in Kemp Town. He fucked me good. Good luck.

I don’t think he would rim him when he sees Alan’s ass in daylight.

I’ve got 2 meeting me tonight up the Dyke. I can’t keep up. So many guys want me. Have fun.

Good for you.

Are you keeping undies or do you want me to collect them from you?

I am keeping undies. You said you didn’t want them anymore.  I need them for a gang bang on Thursday. I have seen your other profile. You should get better pictures.

That’s fine just need half the money then that I paid for the French Maid’s outfit.

It was true he had paid half for an outfit I had got on the internet.

Pay me for the tobacco, bottles of Bourbon, Beers, Viagra, chocolates and sweets etc and I might think about it.

Shove it up your ass.

Fuck off you waste of space. You are a total slut. I am just dropping them off at your place. You’ve got some explaining to do when you get home.

His wife was waiting at home for when he finished work.

And I’ll take some photos of you in your undies.

Treat people like shit and you get shit back.

Don’t fuck with me. You go near my house and you will be sorry.

Be a man and come to my work.

Don’t you fucking threaten me. You will lose the most.

Home is better.

You are the one that got funny in the first place.

Tell you what. You leave me alone and I will leave you alone. Get on with our lives.

Ah he realises I have everything that could ruin his marriage completely.

Don’t worry if I see you I will not touch you again. Nor speak. I have moved on.

I was waiting for Tony from Crawley, the guy in the big black car, though I don’t have to explain to you.

Why keep going where I go?

I was following him but you frightened him.

Yeah really. Delete my mobile number.

I have blocked your number from my phone.

The words pushed a fiery ball of pain though the surface of my heart. My shoulders slumped. All my bravado had gone.

3 AUG

I found him parked at the side of the road, next to the small forest.

After waiting for a few minutes, I watched as he opened his door, climbed out and quickly crossed the road, and then disappeared through the bushes.

A few minutes later, the driver of the car that as parked in front of Alan got out. Tall and thin, with a full beard, was a man I recognised. I had seen him in the forest before.

Curiosity got the better of me.

I couldn't find Alan anywhere. I checked all the places we had done it in, places strewn with discarded tissues and used condoms, but I couldn't see him.

I passed the bearded guy several times, constantly playing with himself in his long shorts.

After ten minutes of fruitless searching I headed towards the exit, only to find Alan bent over sucking the bearded guy's cock.

For a fleeting moment my world slid to a halt, rocking quietly on my axis as I just stared at them, in shock.

I cleared my throat as it suddenly thickened with want for him.

He sensed me watching him, and I saw the exact moment he spotted me, the flicker of hatred in his eyes, and he waved his hand, in a gesture that indicated I should go. That annoyed me, especially as he was doing it next to one of the myriad of pathways that criss-crossed the forest. Anyone passing could see them. Something Alan always wanted.

Suddenly they moved off.

I followed.

Knowing full well that any hope of continuing my relationship with Alan - was a mere illusion.

I found them again only a few yards away from the previous place. Alan was sucking up and down on the man's cock, his jeans pulled down, exposing his naked bottom.

Words were said, which I couldn't hear, and they stopped what they were doing and left.

By the time I got to the road, they had disappeared, but I guessed where they had gone in to the van.

Treading quietly on the tarmacadam road, I got closer to the van. I peeped my head round the side, and I got even closer, noticed that the side door to the back of the van was slightly opened. It could only be closed fully from the outside. I knew this because i had used the same door several times when i had fucked Alan in the back of the van.

I could hear movement from the inside, wooden pallets, shoved to the side, empty cardboard boxes tossed away to join the pallets.

A few minutes of silence and then it was followed by more movement. Then I heard a loud gasp.

The van started rocking gently on its axle.

They were