Mannox: GAY4PAY Vol. 3 E-Book

Luke Jameson

• Herausgeber: Cruz Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Discovering love for the first time, Mannox must put reality before his feelings. Will turning a trick destroy his budding relationship with Joe?

Mannox And The Pop Star

Bills are piling up, and his ticket out of the seedy underworld of male prostitution isn’t paying enough to keep his head above water. To top it off, his feelings for fellow hustler Joe are leading his heart to a complicated place it’s never been before.
Both men feel the pull of their hearts growing stronger day by day, but reality intrudes, and Mannox must do what he’s always done; make that money.
Enter the Pop Star, a closeted celebrity willing to pay top dollar for Mannox’s special talents. His need for pleasure leads them on a steamy escapade for one wild night of passion that begins backstage, and ends with both men completely drained.

Will Mannox’s feelings for Joe survive this erotic test? Mannox is a steamy short story about limits, and pushing them to the max. All characters are adults, and it’s written for mature audiences only.

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Mannox

GAY4PAY Vol. 3

Luke Jameson

Edited byAnn Attwood

Illustrated byIan Lewis

Copyright © 2018 by Luke Jameson, Ian Lewis and Cruz Publishing.

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.

Contents

1. Hungry

2. The Pop Star

3. Daddy

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Chapter 1

Hungry

The sight of Joe’s round, perfect ass made my neglected cock hard. He’d dropped his phone and was bent over, trying to find it in the dim bar light. We were the only two around. I guess I could have turned up the lights a little, but it wasn’t often I got this impressive view of him unnoticed.

“Shit. Where the hell is it?” Joe muttered, still bent over the bar stool. I pressed my hand against my dick, feeling it throb under my palm. A small spasm of pleasure shot through my groin. If I didn’t stop imagining my hands on his hips, pulling him on to my cock inch by inch, my long-standing policy of not fucking guys I worked with would be shot. A moan escaped my lips, before I knew what I was doing. I coughed, hoping to hide it.

“What’d you say?” Joe called out, round firm ass still in the air. Cheap Christmas lights that decorated the bar bathed his ass in a soft red glow.

“I didn’t say anything. Let me turn up the lights. Be right back.” I squeezed my frustrated cock one last time and adjusted it in my pants so it wouldn’t be as obvious as I passed him. I strolled casually to the other side of the bar. As I walked by Joe, my hands clenched into fists, resisting the urge to grab him by the…

“C’mon, turn the lights on, will ya?” Joe bitched. I did as he asked, putting my hands in front of me to hide the tent growing in the front of my pants.

Turning the overhead lights up didn’t help. His muscular runner’s calves led up to thick thighs supporting that perfect ass. I pulled the bandanna out of my back pocket and wiped my forehead with it, glanced around the room. Empty booths and bar stools surrounded us, a painful reminder that if something good didn’t happen to my wallet soon, I’d be fucked. Oh, and not in the warm and friendly way. My gaze settled on the stack of unpaid bills next to the cash register.

“No good Mannox. This isn’t looking good at all.” I muttered, then moved my gaze once more to the far more attractive sight of Joe bent over a bar stool.

“Found it!” Joe’s luscious ass disappeared from my view, replaced by his beaming face. I felt something loosen in my chest at the sight of his not-so innocent grin. I dimmed the lights back down to the usual seedy gay bar setting and strolled back behind the bar, careful to keep my hands in front of me.

“Mannox, let me ask you something.” Joe said, then lifted his mug and sipped his beer. He wiped the foam from his upper lip and caught my eyes in his icy blue stare. I nodded my head and glanced away.

“What the hell is wrong with you, man? Did somebody die? You’ve been moping around all quiet and shit for weeks now.” He placed his beer on the bar, crossed his muscular arms over his chest and leaned back, waiting for me to say something. I walked over to the cash register and plucked the first envelope from the stack of unpaid bills, waved it at him.

“Power company wants a piece of me.” I let it slip from my fingers to the floor, then I grabbed the rest of the stack.

“So does my bank. Oh, and lookie here, my student loan payment will be overdue if I don’t pay them by, hmm, let me see,” I held the envelope in front of me, pretending to read it. I knew the dates by heart. “Yesterday.” I picked the envelope off the floor and placed it with the others.

“As you can see, the Broadway isn’t bringing in the business lately.” I waved my arms around. It was the summer slump which happened every year, only this year it was far worse than I expected. I’d bought the place from two older guys a few years ago when they retired, hoping it would turn into a moneymaker. While it scraped out a small profit, it was never enough to allow me to retire from my second career, the one that paid the bills.

“Dude, it’ll pick up. It’s the summer, isn’t it always like this?” Joe asked, a slight catch in his voice. I looked up to answer, noticing the shadows under his eyes were more pronounced. Joe did his best to play off his own troubles, but failed to keep anything from me. Maybe he’d got something going on with him too?

“Yeah, it’s just this year is worse than usual. Plus, well, you know I’m trying to wean myself off the other business. Getting too old for that shit.” I replied, my stomach clenching. Nothing is more depressing than an over the hill hustler.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’ve got that whole ‘Daddy’ thing going on. Business is slow right now. I haven’t turned a trick in two weeks. Everyone in the capital has gone home to take care of their rugrats. Summer’s bad for everyone.” Joe pulled his wallet from his pocket, opened it, and grimaced. He slid it in his back pocket again, picked up his phone and made the same expression. He placed it on the bar next to his mug and shrugged his shoulders.

“Something will turn up. I promise dude, for at least one of us. If I get work before you do, I’ll help you out, promise. You’ve helped me before, so don’t even think of turning me down.” Joe’s voice grew richer with emotion as each syllable fell from his mouth. My cock stirred and I wondered for the hundredth time if Joe had ever considered phone work before. Was phone sex still a thing?

“I’m not taking money from you Joe.” I whispered to the ceiling, avoiding his stare. I felt his hand cover mine, and instead of jerking it away, I forced myself not to move.

“What do I have to say to make you believe you’re not some has-been, tired out old hooker? Everyone’s out of town, that’s all. Something will turn up.” He patted my hand, but instead of letting go he gripped it in his. Finally, I looked at him, really looked at him. Joe’s lips, his full, pouty lips beckoned to be kissed. I’d always wanted to, fought the urge time and time again. What was stopping me, damn it? Blood rushed up my neck, and I felt my pulse pounding in my ears.

Fuck.If I didn’t back away now, some heavy shit would go down that could be bad for business, both his and mine.

I pulled my hand back, felt his fingers tighten around mine for a split second and let go. My fingers drummed the bar twice, then I crossed my arms over my chest. I cleared my throat, realizing the music had stopped playing.

“What do you want to hear?” I asked. Joe shook his head and grinned.

“Mannox, it’s okay to…” He started, but I couldn’t let him finish. I needed to get real, own up to the fact that my life wasn’t turning out the way I had planned it, the way it should have been.

“This bar was supposed to be my ticket out, my chance at living a somewhat normal life. I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve done, but I’m ready to hang up the golden jockstrap, know what I mean? I thought I’d be settled down by the time I hit forty,  a boring but contented old barkeeper. Instead I’m worried about finding a desperate stranger willing to pay me to fuck him.” I hit the bar with my fist, wincing as jolts of pain raced up my arm.