Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 16:18:19 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: King of Sitges 06

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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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SIXTH

The double life was taking its toll from Jaume. To tell the truth, since
he had met Kevin, he had only a couple of clients in the first days, as
he had already taken the appointments before meeting Kevin. Then, he
stopped. Not just because Kevin was taking almost all his free time, but
above all because, even on the evenings when Kevin couldn't go to
Sitges, Jaume didn't feel like having sexual intercourse with other
people. Two weeks elapsed, then three and both were more and more
attracted to each other, and felt an increasing joy just being together.

Jaume felt his money getting scarce and barely succeeded in paying the
installment to the bank. But he didn't care, he had found love and he
was happy. He was just more and more torn between whether or not he
should tell Kevin about his double life. The man was not the nosy type,
never asked Jaume about the room behind the corridor door, or behind the
closed shutters of the veranda. He  never asked the boy why that room
was always closed, or what it contained. But in some way that room
represented the "bad conscience" for Jaume. He felt it some way
represented an obstacle that still existed between them preventing their
love from being perfect.

In bed everything was getting better and better; but also out of bed,
Kevin was showing him all his love in an increasingly explicit way, even
if he never told Jaume of his love in so many words.

They celebrated the first month of their meeting. Jaume really had very
little money, now that he had practically ceased to hustle. To pay the
next installment, he had to sell the video deck and the giant screen TV
set. Kevin sometimes spent the night at Jaume's place, especially on
Saturdays, when he didn't have to work the next day. Kevin really
enjoyed making love in the small roof garden on the veranda. Especially
when they did it during the day, with the sun shining through the glass
roof. Each time Jaume feared that Kevin would ask him what was behind
the closed shutters, but it never happened. But as the boy was feeling
his love for Kevin grow, keeping that secret, not being completely open
with his lover, became a very heavy burden.

They celebrated their second month. They had just finished making love
in the garden when Kevin, for the first time, told Jaume that he was in
love with him. Jaume felt happy, moved, but asked the man:

"Why do you love me?"

"Why? Because I know that you love me too. And then because you are a
smart, intelligent, good, simple, passionate boy. And then because you
are beautiful. And then because I love how you make love..."

"But you still don't really know me..."

"In these two months, I've learned to know you, and to like you more and
more."

"You know nothing about my past. I never told you anything about it. You
never asked me about..."

"Isn't it better to talk about the future? About what we will do
together? Because I have something to ask you - In a couple of months I
have to go back to the States. But I don't want to lose you, to part
from you. Will you come with me?"

"With you? To the U.S.A.?"

"Yes, certainly. You can live with me, at my place."

"But... and work?"

"I am wealthy enough, so that even if you couldn't find work, there will
be no problem. Anyway, I think that you should easily find a good job.  
You're fluent in three languages... and having a job will get you the
necessary visa to remain with me... Anyway, I don't want you to be a
waiter any more, we will look for something better. So, do you accept?
Will you come away with me?"

"Yes, I'd like to come. I'll willingly leave everything. But, first,
before making such an important decision, you have to know everything
about me. Afterwards, if you still want me to follow you, I'll come to
live with you, wherever you decide."

So, Jaume started to tell him his story. He didn't feel like starting
with his hustler life, so he started with his first experiences with
Pedro Augusto. At the beginning Kevin was listening to him with a smile,
nodding in understanding. But when Jaume got to the heart of his story,
the man suddenly became serious, tense. Jaume, who was watching his
reactions, understood what was happening. But, even while trembling
inside continued, telling everything.  The raw truth. Kevin now was
listening to him, immobile, like a marble statue. When finally Jaume
reached the point, to talk about their meeting, about what he had felt,
Kevin interrupted him.

"I know the rest. You really succeeded in fooling me!" he said, standing
up from the mattress and going back in the bed room, where he started to
get dressed.

Jaume, following him, from the doorway asked him, sorrowful: "What are
you doing? Why are you dressing? You want to leave?"

Kevin didn't answer. Jaume approached him and gently took his arm,
trying to make the man turn towards him, but Kevin brusquely pushed him
away. The boy asked, begged him, to say something. Finally the man, now
fully clothed, turned to face him, and his eyes scared Jaume. Kevin, his
voice full of hate and contempt, told him that he wanted to have nothing
more to do with him. Jaume felt the world falling on him. He tried to
convince the man to stay, to talk, not to destroy everything so easily,
just on an impulse. He begged him to try to understand. He swore his
love, imploring him to wait... Kevin was now in the foyer. He stopped
and sat at the table in front of the bookshelves. Jaume felt his hope
return and, conscious of his nakedness, said:

"Just a moment, I'll be back immediately."

He went into his bedroom, slipped on his djellaba and quickly went back
in the foyer. Kevin was writing something. When Jaume approached him,
the man stood up and handed him a check.

"I calculated how many times we fucked. This sum should be enough. Take
it!"

Jaume's eyes widened and he felt a sharp, deep pain.

"No... you cannot do that to me. You cannot treat me so. I came with you
for love. Love, do you understand? Love! Love! Love!" he shouted with
all his strength.

The man burst in laughter, then, with a low, icy, whipping voice, he
started to insult him with a litany of ferocious epithets. Jaume was
violently trembling, shaken by that violent verbal assault. He took the
check and tore it into small pieces. Then approached Kevin, handing him
the pieces and grasped his arm. The man wriggled free and spat on
Jaume's face. Jaume felt a wave of rage rising inside himself.  Letting
it out, he beat Kevin with all his strength shouting:

"Why? Why? Why?"

Kevin tried to open the entry door, dodging around while the boy
continued to pull and jerk and beat him with wild fury. At last, Kevin
managed to open the door and escape, throwing himself down the stairs.
Jaume, while the man, face twisted with fear and bloody, was fleeing,
suddenly felt completely drained of all his energy. He shut the door,
leaned against it and slowly slipped to sit on the floor, sobbing and
repeating with a low voice, endless times: "Why?"

Then he looked at his knuckles - they were covered with blood. He
pressed his fists to his temples and, rocking back and forth, gave free
vent to his tears.

He remained for a long time in that position, crouching against the
entrance door, in utter despair. His body continued to tremble so much
that his teeth were chattering. Jaume shut them tight. Then he slowly
stood up. He felt weak, like a drunkard. He somehow managed to make it
to his bedroom and threw himself on his bed. He felt emptied, worn out.
He immediately fell asleep.

The following morning he heard the alarm. He still felt terribly weak.
He reached for the phone and called the restaurant, warning them that he
couldn't go to work because he was ill. Then he once more fell asleep.
He woke up again at 11 a.m. He took the telephone and called Miguel.
Begged him to come to his place. His friend, hearing the tone of Jaume's
voice, tried to understand what had happened. Jaume didn't feel like
explaining on the telephone and again sorrowfully begged him to come.
Miguel, worried, immediately took his car and rushed to Sitges. Going up
to Jaume's floor, he rang the door bell. The boy, got out of his bed and
went to open the door. Miguel, when he saw Jaume and his distraught
expression, entered, closed the door and hugged his friend.

"What's up, Jaume? What happened? What's the matter with you?"

Jaume almost grabbed at his friend's body and, shaken with violent sobs,
unintelligibly tried to tell him what happened. Miguel took him to the
sofa.  He made him sit down with him and putting his arms around his
shoulders pulled him to himself.

"Calm down, Jaume, I'm here... calm down..."

Slowly, Jaume regained control of himself and started to explain to his
friend what happened. Miguel listened to him, keeping him tight against
his chest. At the end, trying to comfort him, told him not to take it
too hardly and promised he would stay there as long as Jaume wanted.
Then persuading him to take a tranquilizer and to try to get a little
more sleep; Miguel accompanied him to his bedroom and made him lie down.
Finally, Jaume fell asleep. Miguel tucked in his sheet, then went back
to the foyer to put things in order.  Putting the chairs back in their
place, he picked up the pieces of the torn check.

He recalled his friend's story and felt full of sympathy for him. He
certainly never approved of Jaume's choice to become a hustler, but
anyway he thought that his friend didn't deserve such treatment. That
Kevin had deserved the beating from Jaume. Rather, a punch in the face,
or in the stomach, hurts lot less than a single hate word.

Around 3 p.m. he went to the kitchen to eat something. Occasionally, he
went to the bedroom to check on his friend. Jaume was sleeping a
restless sleep. He was looking at him, when he heard the door bell ring.
He asked himself who could it be. Possibly Kevin, who understood the
wrong he had done to Jaume? He looked through the peephole, asking
himself how he could recognize the American. Jaume often had told him
about Kevin and described him, but they had never met. At the door was a
constable. Worried, he opened the door. The man gave him an envelope,
made him sign a form and left. While he went to the bedroom, Miguel
studied the envelope - The return address was the local Civil Court.  He
guessed it was a summons to appear for a hearing. Evidently that Kevin
had filed a reporte against Jaume.

Since Miguel was in his last year of law school at the university, he
knew what that meant. If there was the faintest element of suspicion
about the truth of the report, Jaume could be incriminated and there
would have to be a trial. They could order a search of Jaume's
apartment, if Kevin wrote in the report that Jaume prostituted himself.
While homosexuality between consenting adults was no longer a crime,
prostitution was still punished by the law. Miguel knew that he had
remove any compromising material as soon as possible. But he didn't know
where to begin. He had to wake up his friend.

He approached the bed and started to gently shake Jaume, calling him by
name. After several attempts, Jaume opened his eyes. He looked at his
friend with an expression of deep sadness then sketched a tired smile.

"You are still here, Miguel?

"This envelope came. Open it. It must be a summons to appear for a
deposition in Civil Court."

"Open it, please."

Miguel opened it and read it. He was right. "You have to sit for the
deposition tomorrow morning at 8:30."

Jaume nodded yes, without saying anything. Then Miguel explained what he
thought and told him that he would help him with his story, in any way
possible.  He persuaded Jaume to get out of bed and to give him anything
that could possibly compromise him - all his clients addresses, the gay
videotapes and magazines, correspondence with gay friends, gay books and
so on. Also his calling cards where was just written "Jaume of Sitges"
and his telephone number and, in smaller characters "Call between 9 and
9:30 a.m., please" - these were not normal calling cards, it was
evident.

Miguel told him that he would find him a good lawyer and made some
telephone calls. He also called home and warned them that he was
spending the night with a friend. He then called Juan. The friend
promised that the following day he would come to Sitges early. With him
he discussed the advice to give Jaume about the deposition on the
following day.

Then, forcing his friend to eat something with him, sent Jaume back to
bed. When the boy was asleep, Miguel took all the material that Jaume
had given him, put everything in plastic bags and took them to the
parking lot, where he locked everything in the trunk of his car.
Returning, he entered Jaume's bedroom, set the alarm clock, undressed
and laid down near his friend. It was the first time that Miguel was in
the same bed with Jaume, not to make love. In this difficult situation,
he didn't feel any sexual desire for Jaume; just a deep tenderness. He
recalled the shock Jaume had because of Pedro Augusto and thought that
the boy was really unlucky. He felt contempt for Kevin, but much more
for Pedro Augusto. At the same time, Miguel had immediately severed all
relationships with Pedro Augusto.

When the alarm clock rang, Miguel jumped out of the bed. He washed,
dressed, prepared a coffee and went to wake up Jaume. He made him stand
up, take a long shower and dress. Jaume had started to tremble again.
Miguel gave him another tranquilizer, then reminded him how he had to
behave at the deposition - to admit everything about his sexual
relationship with Kevin and the beating, but absolutely deny any
suggestions that he could be a hustler. He offered to accompany him to
Civil Court, but Jaume absolutely refused.

"Wait for me here. You said Juan is coming, right?"

"Yes, sure."

"What time will he be here?"

"I think before 9:30."

"Then, it's better if you wait for him here. I don't feel too bad, don't
worry. The tranquilizer is taking effect."

Jaume left. Miguel took a book of Garcia Lorca's poems.  Sitting in an
arm chair in the foyer, he started to read, killing time. Around 9:15
Juan arrived. They talked about Jaume's problem. Juan had contacted a
good lawyer in Barcelona, who was going to met them that afternoon. A
little after 10 'o clock Jaume came back.

"I answered as you told me, Miguel. Now I need to sleep. Forgive me,
Juan."

"At 5 p.m. the Barcelona lawyer is waiting for us."

"I cannot leave Sitges. We'll talk about it later. Sorry..."

Jaume went to his bedroom. Juan called the lawyer and the man understood
the situation.  He said that he would come to Sitges, but after 7 p.m.
Then Miguel told Juan that he was going to take all the material
entrusted to him by Jaume to his home and that he would be back in about
an hour. Juan, alone, entered his friend's bedroom. He emptied a chair
from the clothes which were folded on it and sat near Jaume's bed. He
looked at the boy - he was beautiful, even with the lightly contracted
expression on his face. He recalled the three times they made love. The
first for a bet, then the other two when he wanted to meet Jaume again.
Jaume never asked for money.

"Clients, I have so many. I would like you to be my friend, Juan." Jaume
told him.

Juan accepted - after all he too preferred to see Jaume more as a friend
than as a sexual professional. On the other hand, Jaume never wanted
make love with him in the alcove with the mirrors.

"This is for the clients. I don't feel like making love here with you,
Juan." Jaume said.

He had also  discovered the little ruse of Miguel, who at first didn't
tell him that he was a friend of Jaume. That little lie didn't bother
him. After all he had discovered a new dimension of his sexuality,
thanks to that small deceit. And he liked Jaume. And the second, and
third time, he had to admit that, being penetrated by Jaume gave him a
growing pleasure. Even if Juan preferred to be on top, he still wanted
to continue to do "everything" with Jaume.

It was almost 1 'o clock. Juan started to feel hungry, but he decided to
wait for Miguel. His friend was back around three 'o clock. Jaume was
still sleeping. Miguel went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Then
setting the table, he went to call Juan and they woke up Jaume. They
almost had to force him to eat. Then they started to chat, to distract
him.

The lawyer arrived at 7:25 p.m. Jaume told him the entire story,
answering all the lawyer's questions. While he was telling his story,
his excitement returned. Trembling, tears were again filling his eyes.
Miguel and Juan often intervened. At the end, the lawyer said that the
best tactic was to file a counter libel suit. If Kevin would withdraw
his suit for assault and his accusations of prostitution, they would
withdraw their counter libel suit. If not, there would have to be a
trial. Jaume would surely be convicted of assault, but only with a fine.
 Since he had a clean record, he would receive a suspended sentence. But
the American, would not be able to prove that Jaume was prostituting
himself and so he would be convicted of defamation. And with that
sentence, he would find it almost impossible to get another visa to
enter Spain again.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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