GAY4PAY: The Complete Series E-Book

Luke Jameson

• Herausgeber: Cruz Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Paying the rent isn't sexy, unless you are a male escort. This is a compilation of stories about two male escorts making that money, and falling in love.

Hustler
Gay for pay, hustling for the rent, that's what I do. The men who pay for my time are all different, but they all want the same thing; to have their deepest desires fulfilled. This is the story of Joe and his trick Kramer, who is about to have his ultimate first time experience.
Rent
Rent’s due in a week, and Joe’s bank balance hovers perilously close to zero. What’s a hustler to do when his phone remains silent?
Shake that ass in front of the corrupt elite in our nation's capital, of course. Doing on stage what others do in private guarantees Joe will never have to worry about paying his rent again.
Mannox
Discovering love for the first time, Mannox must put reality before his feelings. Will turning a trick with a closeted pop star for a big chunk of cash destroy his budding relationship with Joe?

Leseprobe

GAY4PAY

The Complete Series

Luke Jameson

Edited byAnn Attwood

Copyright © 2018 by Luke Jameson

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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To RVA- The source of my inspiration.

Contents

I. Book One- Hustler

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I. Book Two- Rent

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I. Book Three- Mannox

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part II

4. Bonus Book- Chad’s Challenge

Chapter 1

Man, this dude was getting on my nerves. If he didn’t make up his mind soon, the whole night was going to be wasted. Usually this app was good for finding customers, but lately it had been feast or famine. The stack of bills piling up on the nightstand were begging to be paid, and I needed the cash.

I messaged him again.

???

I’d really like to go out with you, and I know you’ll have a good time. Men love my massages…

Shit, do you want to get with me or not? I don’t have time for this crap. I’ve got a motorcycle payment to make, and if you ain’t gonna help me, somebody else will. Now make up your mind. It’s simple; either pay me what I’ve asked for, or move on.

Maybe it was my phone? I pulled down the status bar. Nope, I was still connected and charged. Damn it, I was hungry too. Maybe I would have time for a sandwich before I found someone to hook up with.

The phone dinged, startling me, slipping out of my hands like a piece of soap and landing on the bunched up sheets next to me. I picked it up, closed my eyes, and prayed it was him, or some other guy who wanted to slobber on my knob.

Joe, you still there?

Finally, about freaking time he got back to me. The twink of your dreams needs some cash, dude.

Yeah. What’s it going to be? I want to make you feel real good

If you tip me an extra $50, I might even go down on you.

Damn, I really needed this to happen. Hoped he was better looking than the last guy. Pictures on the internet were almost always fake, which was worrying me since this dude, ‘Kramer’ didn’t have one.

Where can I meet you? I’ll only do this if we can meet in a public place

Dude was all nervous, which meant I’d have to hold his hand.Shit. Why couldn’t he just let me go to his place? I was not a thug.

Just blow me, give me some cash, and I’ll be on my way.

Do you know where The Ram Bar is? On Grace Street? I can meet you there in 15 minutes

Hell, I could walk there in two.

Let’s get this done.

I can be there in 30 minutes

It had been a few days since I’d busted a nut. He might not look good, but I’d bet his mouth was warm and wet, and it was $150 I definitely needed. One more thing though…

Hey, what do you look like? Send me a pic, otherwise it’s a no-go

Man, I hated being a hard ass, but after the last couple of guys…

The phone dinged, and I saw that ‘Kramer’ had responded. I clicked it open, and saw the holy grail of my trade - a good looking yet believable, looking guy. Early forties, not overweight, even had all his hair. No, he wouldn’t have won any beauty contests, but he’d easily pass for normal.

Let’s just hope the picture isn’t fake, or ten years old. Fuck it, I was not sure I really cared at this point. Let’s get this show on the road.

I typed a reply, and dropped the phone on the mattress beside me.

See you in a few

I pulled my boxers off and wrapped my hand around my dick. I always went commando when I met a trick. It was easier to wear nothing at all, and the guys liked it that way. Hmm, if ‘Kramer’ looked anything like the picture he had sent, I could have probably got away with closing my eyes, and thinking about porn.Nothing was more distracting than letting some fugly dude chomp on your piece.

“Hey big fella. Are you going to need a little blue pill tonight, or can you get it up on your own?” My cock grew thicker, filling up the palm of my hand. I gave it a firm squeeze.

“I guess I’ll manage without.”

* * *

The Ram Bar was a hole in the wall dive bar a block away from my apartment. It was old as hell, and how it passed health inspections was beyond me. Even though I looked like one of the VCU students crowding its booths, I always sat with the old men at the bar. Occasionally I’d hook up with one of them.

The bartender knew the score, and was cool about it. If she thought one of her customers was looking for an insta-friend, she’d make the introductions, and I’d take it from there. I tipped heavily because of this, and she’d come through for me enough to make it worth every penny.

Something I had learned a long time ago; money spoke louder than words. My deal with the bartender was just one example of this universal truth. The students laughing and drinking their cheap pitchers of beer were clueless to their reality. Even though we were the same chronological age, I doubted any of them knew what it was like to be truly desperate for cash, or the power money wielded over others. On the odd occasion I joined them, I always felt like an old, jaded Daddy, not unlike one of my customers. It was fun to forget business for a while, to be carefree like them, but one look at my bank balance always brought me back to reality.

The tables were full, but the bar stools were empty, a rarity here. I took my usual seat in the dark corner where I could see the front door. I liked to know when I was ‘on’ so to speak, so I kept my eyes open, waiting for ‘Kramer’.

“PBR, Joe?” Kelly was cute and sweet, which surprised me. Her blonde hair and lack of makeup distinguished her from the other women who came here. The Ram’s customers were either hardcore lushes, students, or older gay guys wanting to ogle twinks.

“Nah, thanks Kelly, I’m meeting a friend. Gotta keep my head clear.” She nodded and placed a glass of ice water in front of me. When she looked up, her eyes widened and she smiled. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. ‘Kramer’ was here, and somehow I had missed him coming in. I was on the clock now.

“Hi! What can I get you to drink?” Kelly asked him.

“Scotch on the rocks, please.”

He was shorter than I thought he’d be, but easy on the eye. I was not into dudes very much, but occasionally one of them was good looking enough it made my job easier to do. He was one of them, thank God. I’d pocketed a couple of little blue pills just in case he didn’t look like his pic, but he looked a lot better than the image he had sent me, a rarity.

Muscular, with an angular face, and bright green eyes that shone behind dark framed, stylish glasses. He was the image of a hot professor, or a successful businessman. He wore expensive blue jeans and a hoodie, with high-top sneakers, the kind he probably wore growing up. He sat, turned slightly toward me with his knee pressing into mine. I’d have no problems getting hard for him.

I laid my hand in my lap and pressed down on my growing erection. Nine times out of ten, I found the trick unattractive. ‘Kramer’ was that rare find, the hot older guy I’d fuck for free.

No need to tell him that. He might get bossy, and the best thing I could do was take control of the situation. Otherwise, he could become mouthy, controlling, or worst of all, refuse to pay. When I first started, I made that mistake several times, letting the guy think he was in charge; never again. He might be paying me, but I would be in control.

“Joe, I’m Kramer. Nice to meet you.” He smiled and held out his hand. Manners were another rarity in my business. I took his hand in mine and gave him a firm, but not overpowering squeeze; when I let go, I made sure to do so slowly, rubbing my thumb in the palm of his hand. His eyebrows lifted, and his skin progressively got darker with an innocent blush. He was shy too? That must have been why he was going out with me, because he should have had no problems getting any dude he wanted. I glanced down at his hand; no ring. Didn’t matter much, even if he was married he could’ve taken it off.

Kramer looked around, lifted his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Is this a gay bar? There seem to be an awful lot of women here?”

I laughed, saw the look on his face, and stopped. He was nervous, and while this might seem routine to me, I knew it wasn’t for him. It might be the era of gay marriage, but that didn’t mean everyone was out of the closet. Kramer kept looking cautiously from one side to the other, scanning the room. I needed to put him at ease, but not too much. I squeezed his knee, and he reflexively jumped in his seat a little.

“Hey, it’s cool here. No, it’s not a gay bar, but it’s mostly students - art students who don’t care about labels.” I smiled, shook my head, and took a sip of my water. Damn it all, why did I need to be a shrink and a hustler? Maybe we should head somewhere else. I almost wished I could take him to my place, but I had a hard rule that tricks were off limits in my apartment.

“Would you like to go to one? A gay bar I mean? There’s one down the street, just a five or six minute walk.”

He seemed to let his breath out all at once, then he laughed. “I’m sorry Joe, I’ve never done this sort of thing before. In fact, I’ve never been to a gay bar either. I hadn’t thought about that, but to be honest, I wouldn’t mind seeing what one actually looks like on the inside.”

Little beads of sweat dotted his forehead, which he wiped at with the back of his hand. He didn’t look like the type of guy who ordinarily got nervous about anything. I bet he had an interesting story. Wished I could be interested, but too bad, I was not.

Let’s get this show on the road. I gulped down the water and nodded my head. “I’m ready any time you are.”

His hand shook as he lifted the rocks glass to his lips. He drank it down in one gulp, while my guts inwardly shook with revulsion. I hated the taste of brown liquor, even the smell was nauseating.

Kramer took his wallet out; it was packed with cash, no credit cards. He left a few dollars on the bar, then made for the front door. He walked out, then as I was going to push the door open, he opened it for me, like a real gentleman.

“Where are we going?” Kramer asked as I stubbed my toe on a loose cobblestone in the alley.

“Damn it, ouch! Sorry, we’re going to a kind of dive bar, but it’s a gay bar. The Broadway Cafe; it’s on Broad Street in front of a grocery store. It’s in a dilapidated old building that should have been condemned years ago.”