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Diary 5

when the client walks by and stops, you puff the cigarette and blow out smoke towards his direction as if acknowledging him, then, slowly shift your weight from one leg to another, drop your arms, cross them, shift weight again, arch your body forward a little to almost being passive, and then tilt your head. Be careful with this movement; do not turn your head too much to the point of facing him completely, that can easily be misconstrued as over -willing, turn it approximately twenty degrees, chin up, move your eyeballs within a range of thirty degrees, assess him quickly, drop your eyelids, puff another smoke, and stare at him again. Smile only after he smiles.

behind the seawall famous for lovers that shamelessly made love to avoid the high charges of decent motels, "Nothing has changed since that day. What I see now are the same figures of lovers snatching quickies on the same spot occupied by another couple before. Sssht, be quiet and watch the rhythmic motions, listen to the moans."

I bent over and directed my eyes and ears to the spot he pointed.

I did not see him stepping a few yards away and shouting at the top of his voice: "Someone is watching you lovers. Hey there is a voyeur behind the coconut trees!"

Dammit!

I stiffened and bolted, catching up with him in front of the US embassy, I grabbed him by the collar, "Don't you ever play that trick on me dammit."

"I was joking!" he guffawed.

"Joke my ass, do you want anyone pull that on you. Man, I got scared."

He cackled more.

We sat on the bench beside the weeping willow until I regained my normal breathing. We resumed our stroll.

"So what is the secret of good hustling?" he asked. I did not anticipate this question. But it can be a good business...

"Why, are you intending to be one?"

"No, I'm just curious, that's all. You've mentioned you will teach me all about it."

"Did I mention that?

"Yes you did."

"I can tell you everything I know. But don't double-cross me."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just want to clear that up."

"Rest assured. I have no intention of doing it here."

Everything settled, I began my lecture:

"The art of hustling isn't cheap labor. It takes more than lying back on the mattress and letting the customer do whatever he wants to your body. First you meet, from the moment he opens his mouth, you need to be on guard, paying close attention to his mental status. Is he lonely? Is he confused? Is he suffering from delusion, delirium, hallucination, depression? You need to adjust your mind level to his. One rule is to never speak more words than he does even if you appear stupid. Too much chatter in a man is a turn off. Quickly make an overall inspection of his physique. With your eyes, check out any form of deformity, any postural deviation, any shortness of breath - you don't want to end up in a room with a dead man. Make sure he will last. See if he brings with him a bag or if there is any hump around his waist, he might carry a firearm, be on guard, you don't want to end up dead either. You do this while you answer his questions. Be brief, preferably using yes or no answers if you can help it. Set a minimum charge, varying it according to his willingness or ability to pay. The less he can afford, the less amount of service you offer; there is nothing more attractive than a man whose decisions carry finality with them. Be ready to fail. As for the appearance, there are five body zones you need to bear in mind. Your butt, thighs, shoulders, chest and eyes. A client looks at your anatomy basically in this order. Do not be misled by private's size it usually doesn't matter during the first meeting. Later it will though. Lets discuss them one by one. There are many configurations of butts among men. Some are blessed by God with good shapes; others are cursed by the Saints for awful flatness. I've seen them all, rounded, oblong, plain, scandalous, mountainous, erect, sagging, heart shaped, kidney shaped, kettle shaped, cup shaped, any other shape imaginable. What is the best butt of all? It is not rounded, that is reserved only for Eve's descendants. For a man, it should be squared and protruding The thighs should be full, not indenting inwards but outwards, allowing no space at their meeting point, leaving a lot to imagination. These must show clearly defined muscles. Moving up, a successful hustler always has a flat stomach. I must qualify the word flat here. Forget all about washboards and sit-ups and diets, what is important is its proportion to the chest. Now the breasts... firm, straight up, expanded, not stooping nipples. Further up, the shoulders should be arched and expanded like eagle's wings in flight. The shoulders are the main distinction of men from other creatures; they set the stature, the basic foundation, the spine of the whole human person. It determines the pace, the moves, the mood; they should be rounded from the side, the front, or the back... The eyes, your main communicators... the makers or breakers of the negotiation. They are the mirror of the heart, the soul, the feelings, the passion, the desire, the willingness and even the rejection..."

He yawned. "Everyone in this world knows what you're saying. You're becoming a little boring."

"You find all these boring eh?" I retorted. "Does everyone knows how to mix all these body parts to produce a good recipe for successful hustling?"

He looked at me with sleepy eyes, appearing to lose interest completely. "I'm dyyyyying to know."

I was getting animated, intimidated. "Knowing all these basic physical requirements, the next step is harmonizing them with proper clothing. Hustlers are dark angels of the night, moving in isolated corners of streets, penetrating situations where silence prevail and sensations are most sharp. We seduce... what is behind seduction? It is simply mystery, arousing the curiosity, the need to discover what's behind the door, the curtain, the clothes, the person. The clothes should share the gloom of the night; wear something black, skin tight to highlight the body shapes and contours and if the body is miserably unfit, create the illusion by adding pads, doubling the under-wear, tucking in the stomach, voluntarily expanding the chest. After establishing the proper setting, add the allure, easy accessibility; handing to the prospects a full control, giving them the freedom to live out their wildest fantasies with a single flick of a coin... So don't forget the value of small accessories... what I refer to as the rituals, mixing sweaty musk of testosterone with the most expensive cologne, hiding the hands in the pockets of leather jackets, wearing fancy jewelry's, sucking the inviting cigarettes; leaning solitarily on a post on a vacated lot or park or condemned building, places where your vulnerability is suggested; pretending to wait for someone who will break the sadness and monotony and abandonment you suffer. That is all part of the game... when the client walks by and stops, you puff the cigarette and blow out smoke towards his direction as if acknowledging him, then, slowly shift your weight from one leg to another, drop your arms, cross them, shift weight again, arch your body forward a little to almost being passive, and then tilt your head. Be careful with this movement; do not turn your head too much to the point of facing him completely, that can easily be misconstrued as over -willing, turn it approximately twenty degrees, chin up, move your eyeballs within a range of thirty degrees, assess him quickly, drop your eyelids, puff another smoke, and stare at him again. Smile only after he smiles. Otherwise you're done. After the deal is accomplished be ready for anything. Inhibitions should be discarded. If you have rules such as safe sex and no S & M, please lay them on the table before going any further. And observe proper conduct, be ethical, respectful, kind, and submissive. Remember this is a service-oriented job, the customer is always right. This is what distinguishes a real hustler from a petty thief and criminal, the secret of obtaining patron loyalties. A single mistake will spread out like fire. Don't mess it up."

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