Mannox: GAY4PAY Vol. 3

By Luke Jameson

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cruz Publishing
• Release date: Jul 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9788828361824

Book preview

Nadal

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