Hustler: Gay4Pay Vol. 1

By Luke Jameson

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.
"Kramer" has a story to tell, but like my other customers, it only comes out in bits and pieces. I'm here to listen, and to give them what they can't find anywhere else. Like me, they choose what they want to share, if they share anything at all. Usually, they want it fast and rough. Other times, there's a story behind the call. Kramer wants more than to hit it and quit it, and I aim to please. He's been stuck in the closet his whole life, unable to be true to his desires. He wants what we all want; to get off. This is his story.
My name is "Joe." I'm here to make your fantasies a reality. If you've got the cash, I've got the time.
This is a steamy short story meant for mature adults over the age of 18. All characters are consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SS Publishing
• Release date: Jun 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463417409

Book preview

Chapter One

Getting the Job Done

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

I messaged him again-

???

I’d really like to go out with you, and I know you’d 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 asked for, or move on. Maybe it’s my phone? I pulled down the status bar. Nope, I’m still connected and charged. Damn it, I’m hungry too. Maybe I have time for a sandwich before I find 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 need this to happen. Hope he’s better looking than the last guy. Pictures on the internet are almost always fake, which is worrying me since this dude, Kramer doesn’t have one.

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

Dude’s all nervous, which means I gotta hold his hand. Shit. Why can’t he just let me to go to his place? I’m 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 can walk there in two. Let’s get this done.

I can be there in 30 minutes

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