Date: Fri, 26 Mar 1999 13:26:35 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: King of Sitges 15

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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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FIFTEENTH

That evening Jaume, as soon as his shift ended, changed in a record
time, and ran to the appointment. Xavier, Pablito, Antoni, Jorje, Chico,
Juanito and Manuel were already there. A little later Damia and Pedro
arrived. Jaume looked at his watch - it was 11:25. They hid behind the
bushes, waiting for that guy, Domingo the Leida body builder, to come.
Juanito was hidden along the road to check that nobody else was coming.
He had a referee's whistle and they had agreed on the signals - one
whistle for one or two people, two for three or more people, and three
for the police. They had carefully planned everything. They were ready.

In the park, there was nobody besides them, and now that they were
hiding, it seemed completely deserted. Around 11:40 they heard a car
arrive - it was the white Seat with the red and yellow stripes. The man
parked near the kiosk, and switched off the lights and motor. Then he
lit a cigarette. Xavier slid towards the car, from the opposite side of
the driver, slithering on the ground. Not seen, he unscrewed the back
tire valve and pushed the stem making it deflate. The hissing sound of
air was heard. Almost immediately the guy inside the car shouted a curse
and went out, looking at the tires. He didn't have time to notice that
three shadows were arriving at his back. The three boys grabbed him and
pulled a thick cloth bag over his head, tying it around his neck. The
shouting man struggled but meanwhile the others arrived and held him
fast. By the number of hands the man felt on him, he understood that
they were several and stopped to shout, in fear.

Chico told him, hard: "Shut up and stay still. Or I'll cut your throat
and balls!"

The man remained still and said: "What do you want? I have little money,
take it. But don't do anything stupid!"

He felt he was pushed on the ground, then the boys started to undress
him. The man weakly protested but didn't try to oppose them. Meanwhile
Antony and Jorje were emptying the car of anything that was removable,
from the radio to the spare tire.

The man was now completely naked and the boys had started to beat him
systematically, in silence. The man shouted again, but as soon as he
felt something cold against his throat he again became still and silent,
letting escape just low groans of pain.

Chico told him: "Four days ago you amused yourself by bashing one of us,
dirty bastard. Now you'll pay for that, piece of Shit!"

The man  moaned: "But he wanted to back out on me, the fucking French!"

Jaume made to the boys the gesture to stop: "A French?" he asked, afraid
they were making a mistake.

"Yes, the blond, Jacques. I paid him, and quite a lot, then he tells me
that he is not a hustler, that he was not game. I wanted him, I tried
but he said to forget it, and gave me back my money."

"Did he give it back to you?"

"Yes, but..."

"And then, why did you beat him?"

"He aroused me... I had the right to fuck his ass! So I tried to fuck
him and he didn't want to, and he tried to escape from me, so I beat
him."

"You, ugly shitty faggot have no right to fuck nobody!" Manuel hissed
kicking him on his side.

Jaume again gave his companion the gesture to stop: "If you tell us the
truth, we'll let you go. Where did you meet him?"

"At the Trailer. He picked me up."

"How did he pick you up? What did he say?"

"He buttonholed me. Then we danced and he let me feel him."

"All right, and then?"

"I was turned on, so I asked him if he was game and he said yes, but
that he was expensive, and asked me 20,000 pesetas, in advance."

"And you accepted?"

"Yes, I gave him the money, I liked that curly lean blond very much, and
I was just longing to screw his ass... So I took him with my car towards
Garrat and I told him to take mine out while I was driving and to start
preparing it with his mouth..."

"All right, and then?"

"Then he told me to stop, that he had changed his mind, and gave me back
the money..."

"And you thrashed him."

"I was angry."

"I too am angry!" Carlos said and started to hit the man again.

Jaume again stopped him: "He was curly and blond, you said?"

"Yes..."

"How old was he?"

"Eighteen, I think."

"And what was he wearing?"

"Black trousers and lilac shirt..."

Jaume nodded in assent, now he had no more doubts, it was really Kiril.
He nodded to the boys that started again to beat him, then they turned
him on his belly. Antoni took from his sack a big black dildo that he
coated with Vaseline, and while Carlos, Xavier, Pablito, Chico and Jorje
held him fast, and Manuel spread his buttocks, Antoni started to push it
inside the man's ass. The guy shouted and gave a start, but Antoni
forced all of it into his channel, rolling and shaking it.

Jaume looked at his watch, it was 11:55. He made a gesture to the others
to leave. The man, naked, still on the ground, was visibly trembling,
less than an inch of the big black dildo protruding from his buttocks.

Chico crouched near him and, moving the dildo with his hand, hissed:
"Now stay there, baby, still and silent, or I'll geld you and put it in
your mouth. My friends are going to call Jacques, and we will see if you
lied or not..."

They all silently left, bringing with them all the belongings and
clothes of the man. Along the Avinguda Roig i Raventos they met Benito
who was waiting for them.

"Go, fast, he is all yours."

"Did you beat him as he deserved?"

"Sure, go, now."

"And fucked his ass?"

"Also. Go fast."

When they arrived at Platja de Sant Sebastia, the boys threw into the
sea anything they were not interested in and divided the rest. Jaume
with Pablito and Carlos went towards their home.

Pablito asked: "But it's him who beat Kiril, right?"

"Yes, sure, I'm certain of it."

"Did you know that he said he was French and his name was Jacques?"

"No, not me. And you?"

"No. But we often use a fake name, nothing strange in that, right?"
Carlos said.

Pablito nodded and said: "Anyway he had no right to beat him just
because he changed his mind. He also had his money back!"

They discussed things some more, then parted going each one to his home.

Kiril was watching TV.

"Jaume! Already back? Didn't you go hustle?"

"Yes, I had a quickie with a guy from Lerida, a hunk whose name was
Domingo."

Kiril looked at him with a questioning air.

Jaume quietly continued: "He has a white Seat, with a red and yellow
stripe. He paid me 20,000 pesetas."

"Why are you telling me that?"

"Just so. Don't we have to tell each other all the truth? Also a young
Basque soldier, whose name is Mikel,  the time before, paid me 20,000
pesetas to amuse himself a while with me, do you know?"

Now Kiril was visibly embarrassed.

Jaume looked straight into his eyes, serious. Then continued: "But what
it is funny, is that both they continued to tell me about a French
hustler, a blond boy named Jacques, that seems in bed is not worth a
plug nickel... Do you know Jacques?"

Kiril lowered his eyes and said, embarrassed: "If you want, I can
explain everything. Anyway, soon or later, I would have to do it."

"But the truth. I don't like to be cheated."

"The truth, of course. Even if... even if I'm afraid you might become
angry with me. But if... if it has to end everything, between us...
better sooner than later. Shut off the TV, please."

Jaume switched off the TV and sat in front of Kiril.

"I didn't tell you all the truth. I never escaped from home. My father
is dead. He was very rich. I am his sole heir. I decided to do a trip to
Europe. All the rest I told you about my life in Boston is true,
everything, except I never hustled. I arrived here in Sitges. I had just
arrived, it was an afternoon. I saw you walking on the street, absorbed
in your thoughts and... it was a stroke of lightning. You didn't notice
me. I followed you - I was completely fascinated by you. I wanted to
stop you, to buttonhole you, to know you... Then you met Pablito - it
was a pleasure to see you smile, talking with him... walking... I
followed you, I couldn't do anything else. You arrived in front of the
restaurant La Brasa, you said good bye and you entered there. Now I knew
your name, Pablito called you Jaume... I wanted to know who you were,
what you did, I didn't even know if you were gay like me or not, but I
had completely lost my head for you. I strolled a while around the
restaurant hoping you would come out, but then I guessed you were
working there.

So, I thought that possibly I could go there for dinner, to see you, to
talk to you. But I didn't have the courage and then you, very likely,
couldn't just stay to chat with me while you were working... I was torn,
but then I told myself that I was just being stupid, that I was just
daydreaming, so I left. But I couldn't get you out of my mind. I could
only think about you....

I went for a walk... Then, later, I went to the Reflejos, that was
listed in my gay guide as a good club. As soon as I entered I recognized
Pablito. So I thought that perhaps I could ask him about you... And if
Pablito was there, it meant that he also was gay, and if he was gay, you
too could be so... I was again a victim of my dreams. I was getting up
the courage to go talk to Pablito, in spite of the fact that he was
talking with his friends, when he approached me, introduced himself and
picked me up. I couldn't believe to my luck!

We talked. He asked me if I wanted to make love with him and then tells
me that he does it for money, but with me he is ready to come for free.
I, playfully, told him that I too was a hustler, but that I never did it
for free. He started to laugh and we talked. I asked him about the scene
here in Sitges and was thinking how I could ask him about you. He told
me about the clubs, I ask him if there were many hustlers, he said yes.
I ask him what prices they ask, you know, to seem one of the trade... He
explained to me, but then he tells me that one of his friends, the best
hustler in Sitges, or better the King of Sitges as he said, his friend
Jaume, asked even 20,000 pesetas.

I knew that it was you Jaume. So I made him talk about you. He talked in
enthusiastic words. My heart was pounding, now I had to met you at any
cost... Then Pablito told me that you were unlucky, that you always fell
in love with the wrong clients and that therefore you didn't believe in
love any more.  You didn't want to fall in love any more, you didn't
trust anybody any more. So I thought that I did the right thing telling
him I too was a hustler. So I could meet you, approach you without
making you at once raise a wall. I thought that if I became friend with
Pablito, through him I could meet you, became friends with you... and
that perhaps something beautiful could be born between us... And so my
double life started, with that initial silly play. I made love with
Pablito, that night. Then with Carlos, then I met also Jorje and they
asked me if I wanted to join them in renting an apartment and sharing
the costs. I immediately accepted. And finally I met you.

I met you, and the more I knew you, the more I liked you. That first
crush was changing and I fell in love with you. But you continued to say
that a hustler cannot fall in love. I told you that you were right,
hoping that time, and my love, would make you change your mind... I
didn't feel like really hustling... I could have done that, but I was
too much in love with you. In fact also with Pablito, after a couple of
times, I stopped. With the pretext I did not want to compete with them,
I always went to different clubs than them, so I could always tell them
that I had met good clients and bring my money home... But at times
there were common friends and if a client picked me up, I couldn't
always answer with a no in the club, they would have found that weird.
So I accepted but then, as soon as we were far away from the club, I
asked so high a price that everybody refused to come with me. I always
succeeded in getting rid of them, like with Mikel, the young Basque
soldier. But Domingo become angry and bashed me. It's not his fault,
it's mine... And now you found him, evidently, and thrashed him for my
fault..."

Jaume listened to him in silence, without interrupting him. When he
understood that Kiril had finished, he asked him: "And you pretended to
be a hustler just to be near me?"

"Yes. If I picked you up as a client, possibly we would make love, but
then you would have shut me out... out of your heart..."

"And actually, you made love only with me?"

"After we met, yes."

"But then, why did you tell me some nights that you had a date with a
client, instead of coming at my place, even if I asked you to come?"

"To be more believable. If not, what kind of hustler could I be?"

"And the money you earned? The money you put in for common expenses?"

"As soon as I decided I wanted to try being with you and to pretend to
be a hustler, I opened an account at the bank here, transferring some
money from my Boston bank. When I said I was going to make a deposit, in
reality I withdrew part of my money..."

"Christ! It is all so absurd that... that it has be true!"

"Don't swear..."

"No, sorry. But wasn't it more simple to just pick me up and to tell me
at once the truth?"

"I told you... Would you have accepted me if I said to you: I am a rich
American brat of Ukrainian origin. I was passing by here and I fell in
love with you. Fall in love with me, please..."

"No. For sure, I would have made love with you, but that's all. I
probably would not fall in love with you, and possibly I would even have
succeeded in that, if you were my client. You have been shrewd, I must
admit it. I didn't think to protect myself from a hustler like myself,
you were right."

"Are you angry with me, now?"

"No... I am still too much dumbfounded, too much."

"I really love you, Jaume. This is not a lie. I didn't mock you. I love
you..."

"Yes, I believe you. And I too, am in love with you..."

"But?"

"No, there is no but. I'm in love with you, full stop. I have just to
get used to the idea that you are not a hustler like me but a filthy
rich boy. And now you will ask me to stop hustling, because anyway you
can keep me, isn't it so?"

"I ask you only to love me. You can continue to hustle, if you like, and
to work in the restaurant. Anything you like. I'll stay here with you,
if you still want me."

"Don't you have to go back to Boston?"

"Not necessarily.  The business pretty much takes care of itself.  Even
if I am the sole heir, there is still my mother taking care of things,
as she did when dad was alive. Anyway, if you want, I can also renounce
my birthright. But don't send me away."

"No... I won't send you away. But really you love me so much that...
that you'll allow me to continue to hustle if I wanted, and renounce
everything for me?"

"Sure. You are the Jaume I met, I know, I fell in love with, anything
you decide to do. If to you it is important to continue, I will not try
to make you change."

"Very romantic. But wouldn't you feel bad? You in our room or taking a
walk, and I in the room of mirrors to fuck with one,  or a thousand
strangers?"

"I would feel a lot worse losing you."

"Are you really sure of that?"

"I've had months to think about it. I'm more than sure."

"And if I asked you to give up your money and to start to hustle with me
for real? Would you do that?"

"I hope you'll not ask me that, but... if it was the only way to live
with you... I'd try."

"You are completely crazy!"

"It's possible. But do you want me, crazy as I am?"

"You know that I too an in love with you, don't you?"

"Still?"

"Possibly even more than before... You are so incredible! So fantastic!
And also so beautiful, even in the bad shape you're in now. But how
could you put yourself in such a mess? To fall in love with a hustler?
One like you..."

"I don't know... As soon as I saw you I felt something special inside
me. Possibly the way you smile. I lost my head for you. And knowing you,
made me lose it even more. Yes, when I knew you, I understood that I was
not wrong. Deep inside, you are one of the best persons I've ever met.
And then, it is not just you that have met a couple of my... clients,
you know? I too met several of yours. When we were talking, they all
were fascinated by you. And also all the hustler here in Sitges, adore
you. An that's, not just for your physical beauty. On the contrary, the
physical beauty often raises envy. But you really are special. How could
I not fall in love with you? If when I saw you the first time it was
just fascination, a crush, it soon became love, real, deep love. Believe
me."

"How could I not believe you, crazy boy! No, if I come with you, I must
be a new man. I could not continue to hustle. You deserve the best one
can give you. But do you believe I would be able to? Do you think I
really can start a new life? If you help me, perhaps I can. But if then
I don't succeed? Why didn't I met you, instead than Pedro Augusto, that
day? When I still was a good boy. Now, instead, after years of
prostitution..."

"I don't care at all. I love you as you are now, as you want to be. And
then, when you met Pedro Augusto I still was a baby... We met at the
right moment. Let me love you, Jaume, please."

"We'll leave everything. We'll go away from Sitges. Abroad. We'll look
for a place, a work. I would like to start all over again, a completely
new life, with you. Do you feel like it?"

"Yes, sure."

"You told me that you are very rich."

"Millions of dollars."

"What did your father do?"

"Import-export of gemstones, mainly emeralds. He was the fourth in the
world, for emeralds."

"And you are ready to leave all that?"

"Sure, I'm not afraid of life. Especially if I am with you. Dad started
from nothing and succeeded. Why not us?"

"And if instead you made me work with you?"

"As you like, all the better, I told you."

"Aren't you afraid I'll accept just for your money?"

"No, I know you, at this point. And then, you fell in love not with a
rich boy, but with a penniless hustler, therefore I have no worry."

"Money can also intoxicate."

"I can be wrong, but I think that the only thing that can really
intoxicate you, is love. Not money. You never valued money."

"I never had millions of dollars available."

"You decide. If you are scared of wealth, we can give up all the money.
If you aren't scared, we can continue together with the work of dad.
Anyway, rich people can live simply, if they want to. What you decide,
is good for me."

"Yes... let's try, then. Let's go away."

"Your house, here? Your belongings?"

"I don't know... I thought... I can give everything to Pablito - in some
way it is he that put us in contact. What do you think?"

"Very good. It will be a good change in status, for him. Will we tell
him everything?"

Jaume had a cunning smile: "No. We just tell him that we decided to live
together and to go hustle elsewhere..."

"All right."

"Kiril?"

"Yes?"

"How far is America?"

"Around the corner."

"I don't like feeling a kept man, you know that."

"Don't feel so."

"Let's try?"

"To do what?"

"To go to Boston. To work together at your business. To really love each
other, above all."

"Let's try."

"But if your money gives us problems?"

"We throw it away. We look for a job and start again from zero."

"I'm game. When do we start packing?"

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 16

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