A Consumer's Guide to Male Hustlers by Joseph Itiel Read Free Book Online Page A

new acquaintance called to tell me that Jed had passed away. He had, however, received my regards before he died. I was given instructions about a memorial service for him. In death, as during his entire life, something went wrong. The address was not quite right and I could not find the place.
     
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    In retrospect, Jed and I had an arrangement that enriched both of us. I feel privileged that for some six years I had incredibly fulfilling sexual experiences with a great sex maestro.
    In spite of what Jed's psychologist told him, our arrangement was good for him. On a number of occasions, I saved Jed from becoming homeless by lending him rent money. Many times I allowed him to use my phone number when applying for a job. I provided him with a decent income in return for pleasant work. (I'll state it again: I do not believe he could have faked his pleasure when having sex with me over such a long period!) I did not "buy" Jed. By paying him, I acquired slivers of Jed's time when I needed it.
    Rest in peace, Jed. I shall always remember our lovemaking. Yes, of course, paid lovemaking. So what?
     
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    In and of itself, having a vocation for hustling does not make much change for a potential hustler. Jed also had a vocation for singing and very little came of it. As in any other profession, a variety of skills and a lot of discipline are essential to make a go of it. But, for hustlers without the calling, things are different: they wash out early or become petty or serious criminals.
    Even without the social prejudice against hustling, it is a complicated job. Without the vocation, it can become an odious one for the practitioner. Those who stick with it, without having a vocation, often find illegitimate ways to make it a happier field of endeavor. I will discuss this in the chapter about safety.
    Sometimes, when the hustler has an especially strong vocation for the profession, the interaction between him and his client can be a source of great psychological as well as physical delight. I will close with an anecdote about encounters with such a hustler.
     
    OSCAR'S STORY
    I have always taken great pride in the fact that I climax when I am ready to do so. More often than not, I manage to pace myself, and come simultaneously with my partner. My encounters with Oscar were very different.
    In the 1960s, Oscar was a part-time hustler standing at the St. Francis Hotel waiting to be picked up. He was a Chicano guy, in his early twenties, cute rather than handsome. He always had a ready smile for a prospective client, and a real gift for gab. He held a job of some sort, and managed to rent a decent studio apartment close to the St. Francis Hotel. He took his clients there, making good use of his time.
    There is a tacit, conventional understanding between hustlers and clients that, once the client climaxes, the scene is officially over. The first time I was with Oscar, I was out of his place in less than twenty minutes. This had never happened to me before!
    On that occasion, Oscar had not rushed me at all. After a few minutes together in bed, Oscar deciphered the code to my orgasm preference. Without discussing it, and while displaying great affection, he maneuvered himself into the ideal frottage-bottom position. Then, moving his body synchronously with mine, as in a precisely choreographed dance, he made me come!
    The second time around I took up the challenge. Without talking to him about his technique, I decided to resist it. I was not going to climax until I was good and ready, and I would drag it out as much as possible. By sheer willpower, I lasted some five minutes longer than the previous time. Oscar understood my sexuality better than I did myself and, once again, made me climax.
    A few weeks later I ran into him in the street. "Hey, Joseph," he said, "let's go to my place and have some fun."
    This was before the advent of the ATM. "I don't have enough money on me," I said.
    "Don't worry about it. I'll give you