Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 22:46:35 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: King of Sitges 07

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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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SEVENTH

Everything went just as Jaume's lawyer had foreseen. Kevin's lawyer
persuaded his client to drop his charges and there was no trial. Miguel
and Juan wanted to go celebrate with Jaume, but the boy really didn't
feel like it. The entire story had deeply saddened him.

Time, everyone knows, is a good healer. Slowly Jaume recovered his
spirits and his old carefree self returned. He started to hustle again,
and to earn a lot of money. But something had broken inside him, he was
now more cynical than before. Of course not with his few friends, but
with his clients. Anyway he succeeded in forgetting Kevin.

1981 was not only a year full of work, but also one of very good income.
He didn't allow himself even a short vacation, except to rest on some
week ends when he was free at the restaurant. But both at the La Braza,
and for hustling, Summer, Christmas and Easter were the times of most
intense work. He redid the mirrored alcove, transforming it into an
octagonal room with mirrors even on the fake vaulted ceiling. The
mirrors were set at the right angles so that now the images did
multiplied to infinite like in a kaleidoscope. He bought another TV set
and a giant screen that he hid behind one of the mirrors in a corner,
that could move aside if needed.

At the restaurant, thanks to his improved mastering of languages, his
elegance and refinement and his good looks and skills; he became a head
waiter. His salary increased and his schedule became more flexible, in
fact it was easy to reach an agreement with the head waiter on the other
shift to change his schedule.

>From time to time, Jaume met Miguel and Juan. Juan, while continuing to
prefer girls, liked to go at times to make love with Jaume, who always
welcomed him with friendship and pleasure. They didn't meet just to have
sex, but also to enjoy the pleasure to spending time together.

When, in July 1981, Miguel and Jaume graduated from the University,
Jaume treated them to a party at La Braza. Alvino, joined them for
supper. After eating, they all went to dance at Club 33. When they left,
around 2 a.m., they went to Jaume's house. After a while Alvino asked
Miguel if he wanted to make love with him. The two withdrew to the
alcove.

At this point, Juan said with a sly smile to Jaume: "And us? What are we
waiting for? Won't you invite me to your room?"

Jaume smiled, took his hand and guided him to his room. They made love
quietly, passionately, for a long time. Juan, even if it didn't bother
him, didn't prefer being penetrated, so normally Jaume didn't even try.
He was comfortable with the arrangement. But this time Juan insisted on
being taken by his friend.

"It is a question of justice. I know that you like it, Jaume." he said.

"Can't you forget justice, at least in bed, lawyer!?" Jaume said
smiling.

But he really appreciated his friend's gesture and penetrated him, being
careful to give him the maximum pleasure possible. After both reached
their orgasm, they lay, sated and serene, embracing each other.

Jaume asked him: "I know that you don't like being penetrated. Would you
explain to me, then, why you asked me to do it again, justice apart?"

"It is true, I don't like so much feeling it inside me. But I really
love looking at your expression while you take me, you penetrate me...
and I have no other way to see it. It might seem strange to you, but I
feel a sense of power, knowing that it is me who gives you so much
pleasure. You are a really beautiful boy, Jaume. And while you make
love, you become even more so. But while you take me, you become so
incredibly beautiful... That's why I asked you to take me."

"But... as you prefer girls, what drives you to continue to come with
me? I never understood that."

"I really don't know. I just know that I feel so good with you, and that
the idea of enjoying being together with you, pleases me very much. It
could be that I am bisexual, who knows? But even if I can find other
boys beautiful, or likable, no one else arouses me. You do, and even
just thinking about you."

"Possibly... because I have been your first man?"

"Perhaps. And the only one, at least for now. If I could find a girl
with your character and your skill in making love, I think I would ask
her to marry me, immediately! She would be perfect."

"It's a pity I am not a girl, then?"

"Perhaps... but then, if you were a girl, you will be different from the
Jaume I like so much..."

Jaume tenderly kissed him, they caressed a while until, their bodies
still tied, they slowly fell asleep.

In March of 1982, Jaume finally paid the bank off.

In May, at the bar El Candil, Jaume met Patrick Lemaitre, a French man
34 years old. When Jaume saw him enter, he at once felt fascinated. The
man looked around with a self confident air, a light smile on his face.
His eyes lingered on Jaume, who was sitting at the counter, looked up
and down at his body, then continued in the club's exploration. Then
again lingered for a few seconds on Jaume. The man then went to sit at a
table and ordered something from the waiter. Jaume hoped that the man
would do something to pick him up. But even if the man often lingered
with his eyes on the boy, he did nothing.

Later another customer entered. After a while the bartender gave Jaume a
drink, offered by this last man. The boy accepted, lifting his glass in
direction of the man in a silent thanking toast. Then the man, with a
satisfied smile, went to sit near Jaume and buttonholed him. The boy,
even if talking with the man, from time to time threw glances to the
French man, but at the end accepted his interlocutor's offer and took
him to his place. But, even while he was having sex with that man, Jaume
continued to think about the French customer. He would have liked to
pick him up, even if the unwritten rule was that it was the client who
should take the first step.

The next day Jaume returned to El Candil, hoping to see again the
handsome Frenchman, but he didn't show up. Perhaps he was just a passing
tourist, Jaume vaguely disappointed thought, and didn't think about him
any more.

On the following day Jaume went to the Reflejos. As he entered he looked
around, and his eyes were captured by the Frenchman's eyes. The man was
talking with the bartender, but his eyes continued to go back to Jaume.
After a while the Frenchman approached Jaume, who was choosing a record
at the juke box.

"We met yesterday at El Candil, right?" the Frenchman asked.

"Yes, sir, but it was two days ago."

"It is a nice coincidence, meeting again here. I am happy."

"Me too... I didn't think I would see you again..."

"You are a hustler, right?"

"Yes, sir, but..."

"I'm comfortable with that, even if they say you are expensive. But they
also say you are the best, here in Sitges, therefore..."

Jaume felt he was oddly blushing. Recomposing himself, he asked: "Will
you stop here in Sitges for a long time?"

"I don't yet know. I don't have a precise schedule."

"Are you here for tourism, sir?"

"Yes and no. But don't call me sir, I'm really not that old, right?"

They talked. After a while Patrick asked him if they could go to Jaume's
home to make love. Jaume was happy, he liked the man, both physically
and for his merry and extroverted character. He made love to him at his
best, with all his soul and art. He wanted to conquer him. At the end,
the man wanted to pay. Jaume would have done it for free, so much had he
enjoyed it, but he accepted the money. When Patrick was about to leave,
Jaume gave him his calling card.

"I hope to see you soon. Call me."

The man took his card, looked at it, slipped it in his jacket breast
pocket, bid him farewell with a smile and disappeared into the elevator.
Jaume would have liked to embrace him, kiss him before letting him go,
but stayed leaning against the door frame, his eyes staring at the down
button on the elevator. Then he went back inside his home. Taking a
shower, he did his usual 10 minutes of solar lamp, and went to bed. But
his thoughts were fixed on Patrick, full of Patrick.

He became aware that he was becoming infatuated with that likable French
tourist. But this one, at least, knew he was a hustler. Therefore, no
bad surprises. And possibly, also the man felt for him something more
than a sheer physical attraction... at least to judge how he made love
with him... Jaume wished himself asleep in a deep bliss.

The following morning the telephone woke him up. As soon as he
recognized Patrick's voice, he felt excited and happy. The man asked him
to meet again that evening and Jaume accepted at once. They met at the
Trailer. They danced, chatted, danced again. Patrick was really sensual,
especially when dancing. He moved in front of Jaume, looking and smiling
at him, almost to underline that he was moving in that sexy way just for
him. Jaume, around 1 a.m., asked the man to go home with him. By now he
felt such a desire for the beautiful Frenchman, that it was becoming
difficult for Jaume to resist. The Frenchman obviously wanted nothing
else.

As soon as they were in the alcove of mirrors, they quickly undressed
each other and literally fled into the other's arms. It was difficult to
say who had a stronger desire. They started making love with speed and
passion. Jaume noticed that Patrick liked to look at their images
reflected in the mirrors, united and intertwined in an endless search of
pleasure. The boy abandoned himself with joy to the strong emotions that
the embrace was giving him. Patrick was thirty four years old, but in
bed seemed a lot younger, and not only physically; but mainly for the
uninhibited and fiery way he made love. The Frenchman had a strong
character and Jaume, little by little, felt the pleasure of abandoning
himself to the man's cares, to his silent requests. Normally it was
Jaume who took the lead, even when he seemed submissive and yielding to
the client's attentions. But now the roles were reversed and being able
to let himself go, was giving to Jaume a weird pleasure. When at last
they reached an orgasm, in a symphony of moans and whining for the
really intense enjoyment, Jaume let himself go on the bed, worn out but
sated as never felt before. Patrick wanted to pay him again, then asked
him if he could shower before leaving. Jaume, put on a djellaba, waiting
for him in the foyer. Patrick come back wearing Jaume's bathrobe, left
open in front. The boy looked at him with pleasure.

"Do you know that you are very beautiful, Patrick?"

"Look who's speaking! You are really beautiful. Why did you put that
tunic on? I like to look at your wonderful naked body, so perfect and
desirable."

"Rather, if you don't cover up, I feel that this time I'll pay you, just
to make love with you again..."

"I would be really pleased, you know? And I would willingly pay you
again, to make love again, now."

"No, Patrick, once is enough. If we did it again now, tomorrow I would
have no strength left to go to work."

"But I am aroused again... look here." Patrick said.

He let the bathrobe slip away and pushed his hips forward to better show
his renewed strong erection. Jaume slipped down from his armchair,
kneeling in front of the man, and seized the beautiful straight member.
Putting his lips on it, kissed, licked it awhile, then swallowed it all
until his nose was pressed against the soft bush of the man's pubic
hairs. The tip of the member inside his mouth, went beyond his uvula,
and tickled his throat. Patrick emitted a moan of pleasure, then took
Jaume's head between his hands, keeping it still, started to fuck the
boy's mouth with vigor. Jaume whirled his tongue and sucked, while his
hands caressed the small ass, the firm testicles, the flat belly and the
sides of the man. After awhile Patrick pushed the boy's head away from
his member and, his hands always at the sides of the boy's head, forced
Jaume to stand up, then he passionately kissed the boy, deep in the
mouth.

Then, looking straight into his eyes, murmured with a voice slightly
hoarse with lust: "You make me crazy, boy! Let me pull off those useless
clothes, I want you naked. I want to fuck your nice ass, here,
standing."

Jaume smiled and Patrick undressed him: "You can do anything you like,
Patrick. I couldn't object, even if I wanted. I like you too much!"

Patrick smiled at him, made him turn and stuck his rod in him from down
up. Then, holding him tight against himself, kneading his turgid
genitals with one hand, and brushing the erected nipples of Jaume with
the other hand, he started to take the boy again with strong pushes and
renewed energy. Jaume bent his head back, leaning it on the man's
shoulder. Patrick started to bite his ear, whispering to him words
filled with passion. Jaume enjoyed the strong rod that was filling his
hot channel and brushing at each push against his prostate. After they
both reached a new wonderful orgasm, they hit the sofa and lying
intertwined in a half embrace, relaxed.

"Who knows how many clients you have had... and how many better than
me..."

"Yes, a lot. But you... are you. I like you so much. Will you come
again, tomorrow night? You can come here directly around 11:15. So we
will have more time to stay together. Is that okay?"

Patrick caressed him on his chest and tightened his hold: "Sure, it is a
good idea. I too like you very much."

So, they met again. And also the following night, and then again, for a
full week. Patrick, each time, insisted on paying because, he said, it
was not fair that Jaume refuse other clients for him.

But on the evening of May 25 Th., Patrick told him that the next day
they couldn't meet.

"Why? Is there some problem?" Jaume sorrowful asked.

"No, it is that... Well, I'm ashamed to say that, but..."

"But? I care about meeting you, you know that."

"Yes, and it's the same for me, but... I cannot afford to continue to
meet you every night like we have... I'm spending all my savings..."

"But, Patrick! You always insisted on paying. You know that to me it was
all right without the money, don't you? You know that I make love with
you because I like you, right?"

"Yes, sure. But you cannot do it for free, right? It is your work."

"I have a good job at the restaurant. So, even if you don't pay me, that
doesn't give me any problems, really. Rather, I would be even more
happy, if you didn't pay me. To me nowadays you are a friend, a very
dear friend, not a client. I like you very much, Patrick, you are
special to me."

"I too like you very much. I would like to be wealthier to keep you and
make you stop hustling, to have you all to myself. But for the moment, I
cannot afford that, unhappily..."

Jaume tenderly smiled and embraced him: "Patrick, I want to see you
again. There must not be money problems between you and me, agreed? I
don't hustle with you. I make love."

"You are so dear, Jaume! I too with you, don't just have sex, but make
love, believe me. I accept, because it would be too painful for me not
to meet you any more. You are generous."

"No, I'm not generous, I'm an egoist. I would feel too bad not seeing
you tomorrow, and the day after, and the following day also. I feel too
good with you. If I wasn't a hustler, I think that I could fall in love
with you."

"Why, hustlers don't fall in love?"

"Yes, they do. But it is the others not to fall in love with us. Nobody
falls in love with a whore, right?"

"I think it could happen. Rather, I think it would be very easy to fall
in love with one like you. You really are special. And anyway, I never
thought of you as a... whore, even if I paid you. You are really special
for me, Jaume."

Patrick didn't tell him he was in love, but Jaume could detect a special
light in the man's eyes while he was saying these last words.

They continued to meet, now even during Jaume's afternoon break. Jaume
felt more and more attracted by the man, by his carefree at times
roguishness, by his cheerfulness mixed to irony and sense of humor, and
also by his body, so sensual and erotic. Moreover, Patrick started to
show him a thousand little kindness that nobody had before for him. Once
he came to his home with a flower, one time with some special sweet,
other times with something simple, not so expensive, but that was
sufficient to make him understand how much the man cared for him.
Everything seemed to proceed well and Jaume felt more and more serene.

But at mid June, Patrick told him with a stressed expression that he was
forced to leave him. His business was not going well, and he didn't have
enough money left to pay for the hotel. Jaume, who didn't want to lose
him, offered to pay him for the hotel. After a thousand insistence, the
man accepted, but wanted to move into a cheaper hotel than the one where
he lived until then. Jaume was worried about the problems that seemed to
afflict Patrick. The man was waiting for some payments, big amounts of
money, but the payments didn't arrive. Jaume offered him some money to
tide him over the difficult moment, and the Frenchman accepted only if
Jaume considered it as a loan to settle a temporary but heavy problem.

"When everything is settled, I will be so rich that not only I can give
you back all the money, but I can also make you live with me, so that
you can stop working, and above all, hustling. You'll see!"

Then there was a second, a third loan. Jaume didn't have problems to
help the man, but now his savings were rapidly ending. So, he started to
hustle again in the evenings, and he spent the afternoons with Patrick.
The man, realizing how much Jaume was doing for him, was moved and
finally one afternoon, told Jaume that he was no more able to live
without him, and that he felt he was falling in love. Jaume felt he was
touching heaven with his finger. He told Patrick that he too was in love
with him, and asked the man to come live there, with him, and to be
patient because, as soon as Patrick received his money, he would cease
to hustle. Patrick embraced the boy, happy, and moved in his apartment.

But, at a certain point, Jaume felt that there was something odd.
Patrick never asked him for anything, it is true, but now made the boy
fully maintain him. He continued to talk about huge amounts of money he
had to collect, at times he did a one or two days trip, always with
Jaume's money, telling him he was going to see his lawyers in France,
and each time he was back without a single peseta in his pocket. Jaume
started to ask himself if all the man told him was really true. He
started to think that perhaps he had to put him on the straits. But he
was afraid to offend him, and so to lose him. Jaume, now was fully
conscious of that, was deeply in love with Patrick and he felt (or just
fooled himself?) that also the man was really in love with him.

The month of July elapsed and Jaume felt more and more insecure. Now he
was hustling like before meeting Patrick. And it seemed that the fact
that his boy was prostituting himself didn't give any problem to the
man.

When Jaume talked about that with him, Patrick answered: "I like you as
you are, Jaume. I knew even before falling in love with you what you did
for a living. I knew you so, and I respect your choices. Even more now,
that you do it to help me, how could I dare to reproach you?"

Jaume was somewhat baffled, he wanted a different reaction: "But, aren't
you jealous knowing that I am having sex with other people, and right in
the neighboring room?"

"If you were having sex with love, sure it would be heavy for me. But
you do it just for the money. As long as I remain important to you, the
rest doesn't bother me."

Jaume, on impulse, was near answering him: 'that is now that I keep
you!' but he kept silent. At least Patrick didn't fling in his face his
being a hustler as Kevin did. It wasn't that what Jaume wanted?

So, everything continued as before. And also the month of September
elapsed. Now Patrick had started to demand, in an explicit way. Now a
pair of trousers, now a signed jacket, now a high quality watch... And
often Patrick "invited" him to elegant restaurants, of course always at
Jaume's expenses.

At the beginning of October, Jaume decided it was time to make clear
things with the man. He brought to his attention that he always talked
about when he would have the money, but he was just continuing to
squander Jaume's money, and the months were passing, and the payment of
millions of franks were never arriving. Now, he wanted some proofs. He
was tired, now, to just wait and waste his money.

While he was saying all that, Jaume was afraid that the man could feel
offended, but he said it, all the same.

Patrick, as only answer, said: "I see, you got tired of me. You are
giving me the sack."

"Patrick, I love you, I really love you. I help you more than willingly,
I am not at all dismissing you. But you have to understand, you are
behaving in an odd way... not as a man in love. It almost seems that you
don't give a shit for my sacrifices..."

"You want me to go? All right. I can go right now, if you want." Patrick
calm answered.

Jaume had expected anything but not such a simple, immediate, absurd
conclusion. He tried to talk with Patrick, to make him understand. He
invoked their love, telling him how important it was for him, and that
he didn't want it spoiled by just a money problem.

Patrick let him continue, then answered: "For quite some time, I've been
expecting you did understand my game. It seemed me so strange you agreed
to keep me without batting an eyelid, that you continued to really
believe that I would ever get all that money I was talking about. And
that you were believing I could fall in love for a hustler! I didn't
believe that someone so experienced as you are, could be so naive!"

So, Patrick disappeared from his life. And also from Sitges. At first
Jaume had been so amazed that he didn't feel any emotion. Nothing.

But then, a kind of dull rage took over. Not so much against the man,
but against himself. He called himself an idiot. Was it possible that
he, who by choice was a hustler, continued to fall in love like a
schoolboy? Was it possible that at 23 he still continued to fool himself
and to hope that love existed? And even look for it?

He had to grow, to mature, and to stop running after ghosts created by
an idiot sentimentalism. This was his third disappointment in love. He
swore to himself that it was also the last one. Just sex, passion,
eroticism exists. Not love!

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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