Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 23:27:54 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: King of Sitges 01

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THE KING OF SITGES

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1998
written the 12th of February, 1991
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Jerry a friend in Texas.

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE KING OF SITGES" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, ore
because you think yo really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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FIRST

His father was a bus driver for the city of Barcelona. His mother was
maid in the home of the architect Casanas Fuentes. They were not rich,
but at home they were comfortable. His brother Bartolome was in High
School. He was good, he had very good grades. He was a born student, a
big brain.

He, Jaume, had finished middle school. Each year he passed by a miracle,
just barely. He didn't like to study, therefore he did the minimum and,
of course, when one does as little as he can, he always is on the
razor's edge, barely passing. When he was fourteen, his parents enrolled
him in the Technical School. He at once started badly. Bartolome tried
to help his brother, but the boy didn't pay attention to his older
brother. For sure, his worried mother, must have told senora Casanas.
The woman said that her son, Pedro Augusto, would be willingly to help
the boy with his studies. So Jaume, three afternoons a week, went with
his mother to the architect's house to be tutored by the Casanas' son.

Pedro Augusto was a nineteen year old boy. He had just started at the
University. While Jaume had respect for the architect's son, he also
felt uneasy with him, so he had to start to really study. His mother, to
compensate in some way the young man for his private lessons, did some
extra hours of work in the house, without pay. At first, senora Casanas
didn't want to accept this; but Jaume's mother insisted so much, that in
the end, she had her way. Each Monday, Thursday and Friday the boy went
in the young man's room to study, while his mother was doing house
chores.

Pedro Augusto, in spite of his strong and determined character, was a
likable person. After a little with persuasion, he agreed to take the
young boy.  A little hesitant at first, he was getting good results. He
was known in the city, because he was on the local basketball team, in
the Division National Jovenes. On Saturdays and Sundays, Jaume often
went to watch him to practice or play. Pedro Augusto was skilled, a
leading player, one of the best scorers of the team. So, Jaume soon
developed a remarkable admiration for the young champion, who often had
the honor of appearing in the newspapers, and not just locally.

Normally, after a match or practice, Jaume left the gym while the
athletes were going into the locker rooms, to go home or to meet some
friend. But sometimes he went in the locker room to congratulate with
his champion, or waited for him at the exit.

Sunday, May 5 th '74, Pedro Augusto surpassed himself. The gym was in a
frenzy. That match not only decided the winner of the trophy, but also
selected the MVP. Jaume waited for Pedro Augusto at the exit, to
congratulate him. After a while, he saw the team captain coming out,
then three more players, then the others, a few at a time, immediately
surrounded by the jubilant fans. But Jaume was waiting for his champion.
The match had been over for almost an hour and by now almost everybody
had left the square, but his hero hadn't come out. Still, that was the
only exit from the locker room, and Jaume noticed, the young man's Seat
was still parked out there. So, he decided to enter and look for him.
The keeper, who now knew Jaume by sight, said:

"Everybody's left, by now. Where are you going?"

"Casanas didn't yet come out. I'm going to look for him."

"You wasting your time, but go on, if you want to." the man said,
shrugging his shoulders.

Jaume went along the long corridor under the tiers, entered the anteroom
and from there the locker room. Empty. He was about to leave, when he
heard the faint sound of water. One of the showers was still in use. So
he went through the weighing room and tried the door to the shower room.
It was locked. Possibly somebody just forgot the water running, he
thought. He was turning back to leave, when he thought he hear a muffled
giggling. He again tried to push the shower door, but it was surely
locked. And again he heard the deaden sound of a voice saying something.
He felt certain that inside was Pedro Augusto and it was strange that he
had locked himself in. Curious, uncertain about what to do, he looked
around. High on the wall toward the shower room, there was a long
horizontal window giving light to the weighing room. The glass was
covered by the steam condensation that was trickling in rivulets.
Against the wall, just under the window, there was a small table, but by
standing on it Jaume couldn't look through the window to make certain
that Pedro Augusto was inside. He went back to the locker room and got
one of the small wooden stools. Returning, he put it on the table and
climbed up. Now his head came right to the lower part of the glass. He
looked inside.

In spite of the shower room being filled with steam, he clearly
distinguished a scene that left him breathless. He saw under the water
spray Pedro Augusto with another player, Felipe Morales. Of course both
were naked, and standing. Pedro Augusto was at the shoulders of Felipe,
holding him by his waist, had his thing inside his fellow's ass and was
fucking him!  Jaume at first was astounded, dumbfounded. He remained
still, almost holding his breath, watching the unexpected show. He knew
that such things happen, with his school mates and friends, they often
used expressions like "fuck you in your ass!" or "careful, or I'll fuck
your ass!" or other similar common expressions. But he never seen it
really done. For two years Jaume had been jacking off. Almost always
alone, but at times, playing with one or two friends. They played to who
could spurt the farthest. Or they measured to see who had a longer or
big cock... And a few time they also jacked off mutually. But nothing
more. Now, for the first time, he could see two grown up boys, two young
men, in a full embrace.

Pedro Augusto was fucking his friend with vigorous hip strokes, who
meanwhile was jacking off. Pedro caressed Felipe's chest and belly, and
was lightly biting his ear. From the expressions on their faces, that
Jaume could see in profile, it seemed that both were really enjoying
what they were doing under the shower...

Jaume felt that his own cock had become hard.  Instinctively, he lowered
his hand and started to caress it, to finger it, until, his arousal was
so strong, he let it slip out of his shorts and started to rapidly jack
off, without losing sight of the two. He didn't think that the keeper
could arrive at any moment, he didn't think of anything. His eyes, his
attention were absorbed in that incredible and exciting vision. The two
bodies fascinated him.  Athletic, naked, streaming water, moving in a
rhythmic, strong and passionate erotic dance.  It reminded him of
Ravel's "Bolero" which he had seen on TV.  Confused, he thought that it
had to be wonderful doing those things... Yes, the two young males
seemed to be enjoying it very much... And when from the strong spasms of
the two bodies, and the enraptured expressions of their faces, he
understood that first Felipe then Pedro Augusto reached their orgasms,
he too come, spurting all his jism that went to get squashed against the
white wall and dripped down.

Just then he shook; he became aware of what he had done. He rapidly put
back his softening member and climbed down from his lookout position. He
threw a fast glance at the wall where the flow of his seed stood out,
white and shining under the light of the neon lamps.  He returned the
stool and rapidly left. While he was passing in front of the keeper's
box, the man asked him:

"So, did you find Casanas?"

"Yes, he is showering. In a while he will leave." Jaume mechanically
answered, and went out into the open air.

He drew a long sigh, breathing the perfumed air, turned to look at the
door from which he had left, hesitant as to whether or not he should
wait for the athlete. Then he rapidly went home. All evening, he was
excited recalling the scene he had witnessed.

When Pedro Augusto left the locker room, some minutes after Felipe, the
keeper said:

"Probably, one of your admirers is out there waiting for you. He left
just a little before Morales."

"Who are you talking about?"

"How's that? Didn't you meet him? He told me you were in the shower and
that you were coming out soon."

The young man, for a moment, was surprised, but without showing it, then
asked:

"Who was it, the fifteen year old boy that I some times bring here with
me? Jaume?"

"I don't know his name, but I think it's him. That one with the glasses
and a small mole at the right of his lips."

Pedro Augusto nodded in agreement, then said: "Ah, I forgot my wallet in
my locker. I go get it and come back immediately."

"No hurry, anyway I don't close here before seven 'o clock."

Pedro went back to the shower door. He carefully looked at it and saw
that there wasn't the slightest cleft, fissure or hole from which the
shower room interior could be seen if the door was closed. He smiled in
relief and was about leave, when he glanced at the wall, between the low
and wide window and the small table, and he noticed the whitish
slobbering that was still slowly dripping. He knit his brow, drew nearer
the table and touched the trail with his finger. It was cold but fluid.
He smelled his finger and broke into a cunning smile, nodding several
times. He understood what happened. Just as that long trail left behind
by his silent spectator told him that he had nothing to fear, on the
contrary...

So, little Jaume had been witness to his fuck with Felipe. And he jacked
off while watching them. A little boy, yes, but still well shaped. And
mature enough, judging from the quantity of sperm he emitted against the
wall.

Anyway, he was just fourteen when he had his first sex adventures. With
his uncle Xavier, who made him suck his rod.  With his room mate in the
boarding school Jose, who asked Pedro to fuck him, so that he
experienced for the first time being a top.  Then with Fernan, the
Chicos team masseur, who each time they were alone, always gave head to
the boy. After that, Pedro Augusto had had many adventures and a few
relationships. He had been with Felipe for a year now, but certainly he
wouldn't refuse a distraction, when the opportunity was offered. And now
the opportunity was offered to him, and served on a silver platter.

That night in his bed, Jaume masturbated again recalling the two lean,
sound, athletic bodies united in an embrace, and imagining himself to be
between them. Who knows what you feel penetrating? And being penetrated?
It seemed that both were enjoying it very much. Did they do that often?
Every time they showered? Just them or all the other athletes? He
fancied the entire team united in a big fucking session... He could see
clearly, Felipe's cock, it was big, beautiful. Pedro Augusto's cock, was
almost impossible to see, it was almost completely immersed between his
friend's cheeks...

Monday morning, at school, he constantly thought about the scene, and
asked himself if some of his class mates did that kind of thing. So he
often felt his member becoming hard and pushing against his fly. Happily
it was not visible, so his fellows couldn't notice it.

Afternoon came and Jaume, with his mother, went as usual to Casanas'
house. As soon as he was in front of Pedro Augusto, the boy felt a
silent agitation: he did know the young man's secret, did he catch
him...

"Good, here you are, Jaume. I've been waiting for you." the young man
said, smiling him as usual, and took him to his bed-study room.

They sat at the desk and Jaume started to pull out his books from his
schoolbag.

The young man asked him with a sly smile: "Did you enjoy yourself,
yesterday afternoon?"

Jaume, slightly confused, answered: "Yes, it was really a great match.
Congratulations."

The youth's smile became artful: "I meant the after-game match. About
that other... match. I didn't consider the roof-window. You are shrewd.
But I'll have to warn Felipe that it will be better if we meet
elsewhere. Anyway, you did enjoy it, didn't you?"

Jaume blushed strongly and lowered his eyes, in silence, confused.

The young man persisted: "I'm not going to eat you!  Answer me.  Did you
like watching us?"

The boy barely nodded, his eyes always fixed on top of the desk. Then
the young man stood up, approached him, took his chin with his hand,
rising his head and, smiling, asked:

"Watching us, you were really aroused, right?"

Jaume murmured a choked "yes". The young man, then, keeping his head
risen, lowered his other hand to slowly unbutton his trouser's fly,
rummaged a little inside and pulled out his member still half hard. The
boy had his eyes steady on that big, smooth, throbbing meat cylinder
that was rising little by little, straight in front of him, almost
brushing his face. Jaume was like a sparrow fascinated by a snake. He
felt his heart strongly thundering, but was unable to move.

"Do you like my cock? It is beautiful, right?"

The boy murmured again, a choked "yes". Then Pedro, grasped his member
with a full hand and brushing it against the boy's lips, said with a
persuasive voice:

"Kiss it, go on, lick it all... Go on!"

Jaume, remaining still, and very fascinated, stuttered: "Bu... but if...
if so... somebody co... comes?"

"No.  Nobody will come. Even if they did, nobody would dare enter
without knocking. Lick in safety, this beautiful hard cock, go on, make
me enjoy it!"

Jaume parted his lips and shyly jutted out his tongue... and guided by
Pedro Augusto, after a short while, he was sucking his first member...
and he liked it. And some few minutes later, he was drinking his first
male milk, and this also he liked.

After that day, this happened very often. Little by little, Jaume
mastered his initial embarrassment, conquered by the gentle and
persuasive manners of the youth, and by the pleasure he was getting from
it. And it was he that started to ask the young man "is it okay?" and
Pedro very seldom refused. And when for the first time, Pedro gave head
to the boy, Jaume thought that it was really wonderful, doing those
things.

Then, less than a month after the first time, the young man invited the
boy on a camping trip.  The two alone, for a weekend. And in the tent,
without much difficulty, he persuaded the boy to let him fuck his little
ass, to sacrifice his virginity. From Saturday afternoon until they left
on Sunday, Pedro fucked his ass no less than four times, very excited by
the still intact and really tight little ass of his guest. Each time,
before the actual penetration, he engaged in long foreplay to bring the
boy to his highest levels, until then unknown, of pleasure, because he
knew that the more excited the boy was , the easier he would accept the
pain of the first penetrations. And each time, after, he was flattering
the boy's pride, caressing him and filling him with nice words and
passionate praises. Jaume was back home sore but happy.

As the weekends repeated, the pain disappeared.  There remained just an
intense pleasure. Jaume was more and more fascinated by his
teacher-lover.  Little by little, he fell madly in love with him. It was
the first time that the boy was experiencing this feeling, united with
the physical pleasure, and he threw himself into it headlong, in a
devout and romantic way. And to please Pedro, he studied with such a
dedication that, at the end of the school year, he passed with good
grades in all his subjects. Jaume's mother continued to praise and thank
the architect's son for having kept with such patience and skill with
her son.

"To me it has been a real and deep pleasure, Senora, believe me. If you
don't have problems with it, the beginning of July I'm going to take a
three week holiday on a camping trip with a couple of friends. I would
like very much to bring Jaume with me. He deserves a nice holiday, don't
you think?"

The mother accepted at once, grateful. Jaume thought to be in seventh
heaven - three weeks with his adored Pedro! Together in a tent! It will
be wonderful.

They left Barcelona, the first Sunday of July, in Pedro's Seat. Jaume's
first surprise was seeing that, in another car, going to the camping
site was Felipe with another boy he didn't know. So, along the way, he
asked:

"But... Felipe is coming to camp with us?"

"Sure, and Miguel."

"They have a tent for themselves, right?"

"Of course not! I didn't bring my tent. We will use Miguel's tent, where
we can be comfortable all four of us."

"But then... you and I cannot make love, we will never be alone..."

"And why? Felipe, you know he likes it. And also Miguel, who is Felipe's
cousin. On the contrary, it will be lot more amusing doing it with
four."

"All together? We will make love all together?"

"Sure. It will be good."

"I hoped I could be alone with you..."

"Then, you are a selfish boy. Come on, Jaume, don't you disappoint me,
now.  Don't you want me to be happy? I like the idea of fucking in a
foursome. If it is true, that you love me, as you say, you won't start
to make problems, now!"

"No, no, all right... as you like, Pedro." the boy meek answered.

He felt so much in love with his beautiful athlete, that for him he was
ready to do everything. And he did. Right on the first night in the
tent, Pedro asked him to let his friends to fuck him. So he found
himself with a cock pistoning inside his little ass, and another pushing
in his throat, while the fourth was fucking one of the two boys busy
fucking him. Time after time the other three swapped positions, only
Jaume remained on all fours, to be fucked at his two ends...

At times during the day, one of the three young men took him into the
tent to fuck him at his pleasure, alone. Jaume didn't like it, but when
he tried to tell Pedro, the young man had embraced, caressed and kissed
the boy sweetly, telling him that it was very important to him that his
two best friends could have their pleasure, and that if Jaume really
loved him, he had to show that he was available also to the other two.

Jaume didn't physically dislike being fucked by the other two. But
towards Pedro Augusto, he felt love and pleasure giving himself to him.
He was feeling the other two were strangers, and he felt used by them.
Moreover, Pedro often made love with Felipe, under his eyes, and Jaume
felt a burning sense of jealousy. Also he noticed that very seldom did
Pedro or Felipe made love with Miguel. So of course this resulted in the
fact that the one to fuck Jaume more often was not Pedro, but Miguel...

They were three weeks of intense, wild sex, especially for Jaume, who
had to satisfy all three youths; who seemed to be in a condition of
continuous excitation. He calculated that on average he was penetrated
four to five times every day, not considering when he had to give head.
For sure, in those three weeks, he was fucked in his ass about one
hundred times, in the morning, afternoon, evening and at night.

Each one of the three young men had his own preferred way to fuck the
boy's ass, but the one Jaume preferred was always his beloved Pedro. The
young man usually made the boy lay on his back, and kneeled between his
legs. For a while he sucked the boy's cock, then spread wide his thighs,
made the boy's legs pass over his shoulders and raising the boy's
pelvis, bent to rim for a while his little hole, until it was throbbing
with pleasure. Then he held him by his waist and with two or three well
calibrated loins strokes, impaled him completely. Them while caressing
his chest, neck, face, sides, he started to fuck the boy with a rhythm
at first slow, then faster and faster as the excitation increased,
until, with four or five more vigorous loins strokes, he unloaded deep
inside the boy. Then Jaume could see Pedro Augusto's face transforming
from the enjoyment, becoming more than wonderful at the top of the
orgasm, and Jaume was feeling happy. They were the few really happy
moments of all the day. Especially when they were alone in the tent.

Miguel, instead, preferred to take him on all fours, and while he was
fucking the boy with sharp and fast strokes, he teased the boy nipples
and genitals. Felipe preferred to make him lay on his side while
fucking, or to have the boy sitting on his lap and impaling himself.
Anyway, the only one that never was a bottom, was his Pedro. And not one
of the three young men had offered Jaume to be a top, even just once.
Jaume usually had to satisfy himself by masturbating, apart from some
rare sixty nine with Felipe, both lying on their sides, while Pedro
fucked Felipe and Miguel fucked him in the ass.

When the three weeks were over, Jaume had his last disappointment.
Miguel went back to Barcelona with the tent and Jaume, while Felipe
traveled with Pedro in his Seat.  The two having another period alone.
Jaume felt eaten by jealousy, but said nothing. When, in Barcelona,
before leaving him, Miguel asked Jaume to meet again, the boy frowning
refused.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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