Rent: Gay4Pay Vol. 2

By Luke Jameson

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

Desperate for cash, Joe hustles until he finds not just one man to satisfy, but a room full of hungry, powerful men in our nation’s capital. These men make laws that govern us all, and hide their true desires from everyone- except Joe.

Public Performance

Determined to extract every dollar he can from the corrupt elite, he dances his way into their fantasies, putting on a show that leaves them begging for release.

Always Leave Them Wanting More

Hitting the stage for an encore, Joe and a fellow dancer put on a sizzling performance no one in the voyeuristic audience will ever forget. One night on stage doing what we all do in private guarantees he’ll never have problems making rent again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SS Publishing
• Release date: Jun 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463736500

Book preview

1

Money is Tight

The holidays were a drag. Dudes spending time with their wives and rugrats meant little to no time for guys in my business. I welcomed the vacation, though I’d spent most of my savings on rent and other bills. I was good through January, but unless business picked up, February was no bueno .

My phone vibrated next to me on the bed. I snatched it up, hoping it would be some random horny dude.

Damn.

Phone bill due in a week. Thanks for the reminder, overpriced cell phone company. Anger surged through my limbs. Feeling helpless, like everything was out of your control is the worst.

My wrist lifted over my head without thought. I was micro-seconds from smashing the phone against the wall, but a little voice in my head stopped me.

How are you going to find a trick without your phone? Dumb ass.

A single glance at the screen told me all I needed to know; no messages on any of the dating apps. No emails, and no direct messages.

I reached into my shorts, grasping my thick cock firmly in my hand. It gave an anemic throb, a half-gasp of need. My dick wasn’t used to this semi-retired kind of life, and I was getting horny.

Too much self-love didn’t leave enough desire for clients, so I usually kept my paws to myself. When your job depended on fucking dudes you’d never look twice at in real life, you left the beast alone. Otherwise you’d have nothing left for tricks. It’s hard to get it up on demand, and I preferred to save the little blue pills for extreme circumstances. Over reliance on them was expensive.

I tugged gently on my nuts, felt that familiar warmth building up at the base of my cock, and let go. I was going to lose my mind sitting around waiting for some horny dude to call. I needed to get the hell out of my head for a while.

I couldn’t afford to do anything, which was a huge problem. Normally during slow times, I could nurse a drink at the bar. Usually a guy would buy me a couple of rounds, and if I was really lucky, he’d want a little action.

I leaned over the side of the bed and picked my jeans up off the floor. I pulled my wallet out of my front pocket, opened it, and took a quick inventory.

Fifty bucks.

Except for the few dollars in my checking account, this was it until I found a gig. I laid back on my pillow and stared at the ceiling, my hand wandering back to my frustrated dick.

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