Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 22:46:35 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: King of Sitges 10

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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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TENTH

That evening at work, Jaume had difficulty being as attentive and
efficient as he usually was. His eyes, his thoughts, his mind were full
of Kiril. They parted making a date for the evening at Club 33. Jaume
felt a warmth in his chest just thinking that he was going to see the
boy again, and was counting the hours and the minutes keeping them
apart. To meet Kiril had been a real bolt out of the blue. The boy
radiated strength and gentleness, serenity and magnetism. It seemed
almost impossible that such a splendid creature could really exist in
this world. Even if he was still so young.

When at last he could leave the restaurant, he raced back home. He took
a shower, shaved, put on a little bit of perfume, carefully choose his
clothes, combed his hair. He felt like he was preparing for an important
date, a very important one. He looked at himself in the mirror - he
wasn't satisfied. He undressed, changed his clothes, combed himself
again. Now it was all right. He looked for the umpteenth time at his
watch and run down the stairs - the elevator would have been too slow.

He passed Carrer Sant Mus almost running, turned into Carrer Llops,
crossed diagonally Placa Espanya and rapidly walked in Carrer Espalter.
He felt his heart in his mouth, he was excited as he approached Club 33.
He greeted Eric at the door and was soon engulfed by the atmosphere of
the club, swallowed by the multitude of customers that already crowded
the disco, by the rhythmic music that thundered in his brain almost
mixing up with the deafening rhythm of his heart. He scanned the place
looking for Kiril. And finally he saw him.

Kiril was leaning against the bar, a glass in his hand. A spot light
just over him made his blond curly hair shine like a golden, chiseled
aureole of an ancient Russian icon. He was wearing the light blue suit
he bought that afternoon. Jaume stopped to contemplate him, once again
stupefied that someone so beautiful could exist, and his heart was
beating stronger than ever. Kiril was almost facing him. His expression
was serene, very sweet, and a faint smile lightened his perfect face.
His blue eyes, were the same color as his suit, but with a light violet
nuance, shining like amethysts grained with a myriad of gold particles.

Kiril slowly scanned around the room, until he saw Jaume. He then broke
into a delicious smile and Jaume felt he was completely melting, unable
to move, to talk, to think, but he smiled back. Kiril came towards him.

"Hi, Jaume." he said and looked at his watch, "On the dot, to the
second. And yet it seems I was waiting for you for a century. May I
offer you a drink?"

Jaume felt the boy's hand lightly leaning on his arm and quivered with
pleasure. "An orange juice, thank you."

Kiril nodded and they went to an empty table. "Sit here, I'll be right
back ."

Jaume watched him going to the bar. And he asked himself, how was it
possible that the boy troubled him so much. After all, Jaume had always
been self controlled, detached enough, a realist. Kiril was really
beautiful, agreed. But he was just a boy, and a hustler like himself. A
more than desirable boy, it's true, but he didn't even know him yet.  He
was, perhaps, one of those handsome self conceited, presumptuous,
loathsome boys...

Kiril returned, Jaume's glass in one hand and one for himself in the
other; and smiled at him. And that smile at once killed what little self
control that Jaume regained. His head buzzed, his legs slightly
trembled. The boy handed him the glass and sat near him. They touched
their glasses in a silent toast and Kiril, with his sweet voice, with a
velvety and warm like an embrace tone, said:

"I am happy to have met you. Pablito and the other boys told me a lot
about you. They say that you are the King of Sitges, the best one. At
first sight, I would say that they are wrong - you are at least a god!"

"No, come on! I am just a hustler like all the others." Jaume murmured,
trying not to let his voice tremble.

"Everybody says that you are absolutely the best. Everybody seems to
admire you and I would like to discover why. Besides your beauty, I
mean. You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen, really. How old are
you?"

"Twenty four. And you're almost eighteen, right?"

"Yes. But I want to know everything about you, I want to know you well,
if this doesn't bother you. Do you know that you really are fascinating?
And that, with these clothes, you are even more sexy than this
afternoon?"

They talked. Jaume told him about himself. His story, his good and bad
experiences, his life as a hustler, the things that were important to
him. He opened up to him as he had never done before.  He laid bare his
soul, an offering to an unknown god.

Kiril too talked about himself. He told of his experiences, his life. 
He told about how he did discover his sexuality at thirteen, when the
captain of his basketball team in the college taught him to make love,
and how much he liked it. Then, how, at fifteen, for the first time he
fell in love with a polish classmate, how for one year he had with him a
wonderful sexual relationship. About how bad he felt when his lover's
family had to move and they had to part. About his search for a new
partner, and his discovery of Boston's gay underground. And how at
sixteen he was gang raped by hoodlums, all night long, in the park. And
about his first hustling experiences. About his family, traditional
Uniate Catholics, that must have suspected something about his
sexuality, therefore started to closely control him, to keep an eye on
him. He told how one of his uncles, the youngest brother of his mother,
offered to be his alibi with his family, in exchange for sex - each time
Kiril went to bed with his uncle letting him take him, he was free for a
couple of hours to go and look for his own adventures, and he would tell
his parents that Kiril was with him all the time. Kiril accepted, so he
could still have some agreeable encounters, but above all he could
continue to hustle and to save money to flee to Europe. And now, there
he was...

They talked for a long time. Then Kiril invited Jaume to dance. Jaume
was not able to divert his eyes from the boy, who danced with a
fascinating and sensual grace - he felt more and more attracted by the
boy. From time to time their eyes met, and Kiril broke into one of his
killer smiles, and Jaume was feeling his legs giving out for the
emotion. After they were dancing for a while, Kiril nodded towards the
table and they went back to sit.

As soon as they sat, Kiril whispered: "It's a pity they didn't play any
slow..."

"Why?"

"I would have loved to hold you against me, to feel your body against
mine... I would have liked it very much."

"I too would have liked that..."

Jaume wanted to suggest to him to leave, to go to his place, to make
love, but strangely he couldn't. Kiril bent towards him and gave him a
rapid kiss on his lips. Then put his hand on Jaume thigh in a light
caress. Jaume trembled all over.

The boy felt it: "Are you trembling? It is not cold, here..."

"You... it's you who make me tremble... You are too beautiful."

"Never as much as you are. Do you know that I like you... to die for!"

"Really?"

"Certainly. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere, where we can be
alone, you and I."

Jaume felt a shudder of pleasure and anticipation: "Would you came... to
my place?"

"Wherever you want..." the boy answered.

They stood up and left. They walked in silence, side by side. Their body
barely brushed, from time to time. Jaume felt he was in trance. They
didn't talk, along the way, united in a kind of accomplice silence. But
in the mind of both, a thousand thoughts, a thousand emotions were
piling up. From time to time they looked at each other and smiled. Both
knew what was going to happen in a short while, and both were happy and
excited.

They climbed the stairs. Jaume opened the door and stood aside to let
Kiril pass, turned on the lamps, entered and closed the door behind him.

Kiril, was now in front of him, smiling, put his hands on Jaume's sides
and asked him in a feverish whisper: "May I kiss you, Jaume?"

They embraced and exchanged a long, passionate kiss. Their bodies
adhered, squeezed against each other and at once they felt the other's
erection pushing through the clothes, searching for a closer contact
with the other's body.

Jaume slightly parted, took one of Kiril's hands and murmured: "Come..."

He guided him to the door of his bedroom, then near the bed. Here he
turned and started to unbutton Kiril's jacket. The boy opened Jaume's.
The two jackets glided to the floor. Then Jaume untied Kiril's bow tie
and the boy Jaume's tie. They then started to unbutton each other's
shirts. They didn't speak, but their eyes were luminous. As soon as the
shirts were open, their hands crept under them to caress the bare chest
and sides of the other. Jaume opened the edges of Kiril's shirt, taking
it out of his trousers, and bent to kiss the beautiful, hairless and
wide chest of the boy. He took one of his nipples between his lips,
brushed, sucked, bit it gently. Kiril emitted a pleasure sigh and
slipped his fingers through his companion's hair, caressing him and
pushing his head against his chest. Their hands lowered to open their
belts, then to unbutton the trousers of the other. Kiril's hands were
first to lean on the other's swollen underpants, outlining with his
finger tips the turgid member and the contracted testicles, through the
light cloth. Their trousers slipped down to their knees. Jaume caressed
the small and firm buttocks of his companion, then clasped each with one
hand. Their mouths united again. Kiril poked about with his feet and
pulled off his shoes then, without parting from Jaume, stepped out from
his trousers. Jaume slipped his hands under the elastic band of Kiril's
briefs and pushed down, bending to accompany their descent, while his
lips and his tongue slipped down, down on the boy's chest, in his tense
belly, until the hard and throbbing member of the boy touched his chin
and throat.

But at this point Kiril gently forced him to stand up again, crouched in
front of him and with a single rapid movement lowered Jaume's trousers
and underpants to his ankles, so freeing Jaume's strong and hard member,
that jumped up straight, pointing towards the boy's face. Then Kiril,
with one hand caressed the contracted testicles, with the other the
beautiful member and put his lips on it. He parted them and tested it
with the tip of his tongue, then, opening his mouth, welcomed it with a
gesture of greedy sweetness, lightly moaning his appreciation in being
at last able to savor the warm virility of his companion. Jaume
shuddered with pleasure and felt his legs giving out as the boy started
to move his head back and forth, sucking it and skillfully moving his
tongue all along the meat rod, that appeared and disappeared in the warm
receptacle of his mouth. Jaume took Kiril under his arm pits and pulled
him up, then gently but resolutely pushed him onto the bed.

He hastily freed himself from his shoes and of the bundle of his
trousers and underpants, then looked at the naked body of Kiril who
whispered to him: "Come..."

He pulled off Kiril's shirt, then his own. At last, both were completely
naked. They looked at each other with mutual admiration, quivering,
awaiting the first move.

"You are... you are godlike, Kiril!" Jaume murmured, his voice hoarse
with emotion.

Kiril shook lightly his head and his curls waved. Then said in a
whisper: "I want to be yours... do you want me? Will you take me?"

Jaume swallowed two, three times then, moved, nodded in assent. He went
on the bed, lay over the boy and they embraced tight, their wild
erections squeezed between their firm and smooth bellies. Jaume felt
under his hands the boy's skin, soft and velvety, smooth like satin, and
under it he felt the muscles, firm and elastic like tempered steel,
flexing. Jaume stood up on his knees to contemplate his companion's
body. It was proportioned and lean, his muscles well defined and smooth,
really perfect like in a Greek statue. From the thicket of his curly
hairs, of a blond just a shadow darker than his hair, stood up, really
wonderful, turgid and throbbing, inviting, a fine alabaster column.

"How beautiful you are, Kiril!"

"Do you really like me?"

"You are wonderful, perfect. I could have never dreamed of someone so
enchanting, so erotic, so exciting. And you are here, with me, for me...
and you are real!"

Kiril smiled, with a somewhat shy and intimate expression, sweet and
merry, and his eyes shone, lost in his companion's eyes, in a silent but
eloquent offer.

The lightly but perfectly tanned body of Jaume made a nice contrast with
Kiril's fair one, as his dark brown hair just waved did with the
old-gold color and curled hair of the boy. Jaume parted from Kiril,
knelt at his side, and started to caress all over his body, admiring it
like in ecstasy. Then bent down to kiss it with quivering devotion,
until he captured his beautiful throbbing member with his lips. Kiril
turned around so that he brought his lips in front of the hard,
beautiful rod of his companion, and started to suck at his turn. Then
Jaume laid down on his side, fully savoring that passionate sixty nine,
their bellies pressed against the other's chest, their heads sunk
between the other's thighs, their hands roaming on the back and on the
ass of the other in a crescendo of wonderful sensations.

Then Kiril parted, turned again and they resumed French kissing.

"Oh, Kiril! How much I like you!"

"And you made me go mad. You are a tornado, you literally carried me
away. It seems impossible that you are not a dream..."

"No, we are not a dream, you and I. Touch me, I am real as you are...
luckily. I would like these moments to never end."

"It is the same for me. Let us not come too soon, please..."

"Sure, man's puppy!"

They continued to kiss, caress, suck each other, exciting each other
more and more, almost to the point of no return, in a passionate
crescendo, to then gently slow down, calming down, regaining self
control, and then to start again. It was a really sweet tantalizing each
other, that both savored in fullness and transport. Each of them was
careful about the other's pleasure, each of them tried to give to the
other the best he could, in a kind of marvelous contest.

When at last Jaume penetrated Kiril, he felt like a king taking
possession of his kingdom - that really was "his" place, where he
belonged. While receiving Jaume, Kiril's face was enraptured, and he was
in a frenzy, feeling him slipping in and out, in a kind of passionate
dance.

"Ooohhh... finally!" the boy murmured in emotion, pushing himself with
passion against the pole that had at last conquered him.

Jaume smiled him, grateful and happy - he never felt himself so totally
welcomed, and he felt that he had been created expressly to give
happiness to that splendid boy.

"Yes, Jaume... yes... so... don't stop, this time... ooohhh Jaume, so,
so... Ooohhh... Jaaaumeee...!"

When at last, in unison, both reached the top of pleasure and of
enjoyment, unable to restrain themselves any more, it was as if time and
space ceased to exist, and they both unloaded in a set of high waves,
letting themselves be swept away by the flooding billow of their
sensations. Then they abandoned themselves on the crumpled bed sheets,
exhausted, sated, still tightly tied in a strong and passionate embrace,
that little by little changed in an ocean of tenderness. For a while,
neither of them spoke. They exchanged light kisses, long and delicate
caresses, while their hearts had difficulty resuming their normal
rhythms.

Jaume looked Kiril in his eyes and whispered: "You are fantastic."

"You. You are too. Until now, I never did... make love."

"We are the best in the world."

"I really think so... without false modesty."

"You are an untamed colt." Jaume said with a smile.

"And you, a thoroughbred stallion. Good gracious, the more I look at
you, the more I like you!"

"The same for me. The same..."

Jaume felt his heart filled with joy, with hope, with... love!

He shook - not love! Enough with these boobs, he told himself. He didn't
want to end up wounded again. That boy was skilled in bed, he was really
wonderful, full stop, next line!

He really was magnificent. It was beautiful making love with him. But
all that had to remain on a strictly sexual level. Possibly, also
friendship, why not, as with Pablito, or Miguel, Juan, or Alvino. But he
could not fall again on the illusion that love could exist.

Almost as to assert that, he said aloud: "It's good to fuck with you,
Kiril."

"More than good." the boy suggested, looking at him with a slightly
surprised glance at Jaume's suddenly sharp tone.

"You are skilled in bed. Your business as a hustler will be thriving,
here in Sitges." Jaume added, almost as to put things in the right
place, and underlining the word 'hustler'.

"Sure. But I will not compete with you, be sure of that."

"Happily, or I would be ruined."

"No, never. You are special. The boys were right."

"Christ! It is already 4 A.M. I've never been so late, before."

"Don't curse!" Kiril gently reproached him, then murmured: "It will be
better if I leave now, then..."

Kiril got out of bed, picked up his clothes and started to dress. Jaume
felt tempted to ask him to stay for the night, to sleep with him, but
said nothing.

"Will we meet? Soon?" Kiril asked while was buttoning his trousers,
looking at him with a shy smile.

"I don't know. Possibly. I'll give you my telephone number. Call, now
and then. You don't yet have a telephone, right?"

"Unhappily not. I'll call you, in next few days."

"All right. It is good to fuck with you. I count on it."

"You don't need to show me to the door. Good night, Jaume."

Kiril bent down to give him a kiss, winked at him and left the room.
Soon Jaume heard the click of the entrance door. He switched off the
light. He relaxed, covering somehow or other himself with the sheet. He
still felt Kiril's good smell in the cloth.

"You are too beautiful, Kiril, too sexy... too sweet, tender... I have
to be careful, you can become dangerous." he murmured in the dark,
trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep. "It would have
been fine to fall asleep with you in my arms... Yes, I would really have
loved that..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11

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