Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 16:18:19 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: King of Sitges 02

----------------------------

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.

-----------------------------

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.

-----------------------------

SECOND

After their vacation, finally Jaume could meet his beloved athlete
again. He met him one Sunday, at the exit to the gym. Felipe was with
him. As soon as Jaume saw them, he approached them and, after greeting
them, asked his Pedro Augusto:

"When can we meet alone, you and I?"

"What for?"

"Well... you know what for, don't you?"

"Ah, you still need help with your studies?"

"No, come on, don't play stupid! You and I, together. As always, right?"

"Ha, you mean to fuck? No, thank you. My boyfriend is Felipe, here. Just
for awhile as amusement, it was good. But you are still a little boy. I
prefer my Felipe, a thousand times over, it's just logical."

Jaume looked at him, astounded. His eyes filled with tears and
hopelessly said: "But I love you Pedrito, you know that!"

"It will pass, don't worry. Look for a boy your own age.  While it was
just to amuse myself a little, it was okay. But I am with Felipe, you
know that perfectly well . It was with him you saw me that first time,
right?"

Then, Jaume ran away, and ran, and ran.  His eyes were dimmed by the
teardrops that he angrily tried to push back. Inside himself, he was
shouting all the most atrocious insults, all the bad words he knew,
towards Pedro, like an obsessing litany.

A few days after that burning disappointment, Jaume met Miguel on the
Rambla. As soon as he saw the young man, he greeted him and called to
him; waving an arm while he ran towards him.

"Miguel, do you feel like fucking me?" He straight away asked; as soon
as he was near him.

The young man looked at him slightly embarrassed then said: "Lower your
voice! What's up, now?"

"Do you want to fuck me, yes or no?" the boy repeated, but in a low
voice.

"Sure, you have a nice ass. But why did you change your mind?"

Jaume explained to him what had happened then said: "And if you have one
or two friends who would like to fuck me, introduce us. I'll be very
happy."

Miguel smiled, but anyway didn't want to let this opportunity slip away.
He took the boy with him into a construction yard, which had stopped
work and was now closed. Unseen, they snuck inside through a hole in the
enclosure's chain link fence and there, hidden by the heaps of building
materials, first Miguel asked the boy to give him head.  Next, making
him turn around and lower his shorts, he took Jaume with real pleasure.

While they were buttoning their trousers back up, the boy asked Miguel:
"I want to find other boys who wants to fuck me. Do you know some?"

Miguel answered: "Well, you and I can fuck any time. You know I like
you."

"Yes, sure. But I also want other boys or men, many others."

"There is one of my friends who might possibly like you. I can try and
ask him. But if you want to find lots of males as you say, you just have
to go to the Rambla around midnight. Or else, you can go to the railway
station's toilets, at any time, even in day light..." He explained to
him another two or three places where it was possible to cruise. He also
warned him to be careful about the police raids - at that time,
homosexuality in Spain was illegal.  It remained so for the entire
following year, that is until the fall of General Francisco Franco's
dictatorship.

Jaume took mentally note of everything , and proposed to give himself to
everybody he could find. So, he started to cruise. In the beginning he
didn't know how to single out who wanted to fuck with him or not, and
anyway he didn't know how to pick them up. But soon it was others, who
picked him up, since he was a really handsome boy. When that happened,
he always accepted. And when he went with these men, young or old, fat
or thin, Spanish or foreigners, he did anything they asked of him,
without any reservation. It was during this period, that for the first
time, he had the chance to penetrate another person, and he discovered
that he liked it at least as much as being penetrated.

But, after that first period of fury and frustration, Jaume started to
calm down and became much more selective. He was no more going with just
anybody, but only with people who appealed to him physically. Anyway he
had a wide selection, because even if he was so young, he was well
developed and had a remarkable beauty, that seemed to increase as he was
growing.

Soon he became aware of the fascination he was emanating, and learned
how to profit from it. Around December, he picked up a young manager
from Madrid. This was a nice man and Jaume thought that he would really
enjoy himself with this man. He was a type with a self-confident, free
and easy, likable and cheerful air. The man took him to his hotel room,
and at once they undressed and started making love. Since he really
liked the man, the boy successfully did his best to give him as much
enjoyment as possible. So the man, while they were getting dressed a
couple of hours later, placed on the night table near the boy some 100
pesetas notes and said:

"Is that all right? Normally the price is 1000 pesetas, but you deserve
more than that."

Jaume took the money, counted it, then looked at the man questioningly:
"Why are you giving me 1500 pesetas?"

"It's not enough? Do you want 2000? You become a little expensive but,
for once, I'll splurge." he said and taking his wallet, counted 500 more
pesetas and handed them to the boy. Jaume was even more stupefied. He
didn't know that someone would pay a male to make love. A woman yes,
everybody knows that there are prostitutes. The man, misunderstanding
Jaume's expression, said:

"Boy, look, I'm familiar with Barcelona, I come often here. Where I
found you, hustlers at most ask for 1000 pesetas. More in other parts of
town, that's true. But 2000 pesetas is the price of only the hustlers of
Plaza Cataluia. So, I think I'm treating you well."

Finally the boy said: "But I didn't come with you for money. I didn't
ask you for money."

The man was embarrassed for a moment, then said: "I didn't intend to
offend you, I'm sorry. But there, normally there are just hustlers..."

"But, what do you mean, hustlers?"

"You really don't know? And yet you didn't seem a novice, before in bed.
You are skilled, you know how to do it."

So, they talked for awhile. Jaume told him his story. The man explained
to him that many boys do sex for money. In the end, the man insisted
that the boy accept the money as a present, and not as a payment. Jaume
left the hotel with the bundle of money tight in his hand, deep inside
the pocket of his shorts. In a couple of hours, he had earned one third
of his mother's salary, or one fifth of his father's!

To Jaume this was almost like a sudden enlightenment. If he found even
just ten men each month ready to pay, each, even just 1000 pesetas, he
could earn in a few hours as much as his father did in a full month of
work! Therefore he could easily earn in one month, even if not yet
fifteen, more than his father. He could become rich!

That thought buzzed inside his head. Becoming rich, just amusing
himself. Being paid to give him pleasure. Such incredible things happen
only in fairy tales. Therefore, he was a character in a fairy tale, he
amusingly thought.

But, of course, he couldn't bring all that money home - how could him
explain how he had got it? But, where could he hide it? Back home, he
thought about the problem for all evening long. In the end, he decided
that the next day, he would go open his own account in a bank.

But when he went to the bank, he discovered that, still being a minor,
he needed his father's signature. But he couldn't keep all that money on
him, neither in his pocket, nor at home, because his mother always pried
into his business. He thought about this problem all the time, at
school. Finally he got an idea: as soon as he finished his lessons, he
went to look for Miguel.

"Hi, Jaume. I haven't seen you around for awhile.  Would you like to
stop by my place? My parents won't be back until dinner time, so we can
peacefully amuse ourselves."

"Yes, willingly. Provided you do me a favor."

"What's it about?"

When in the house, Jaume explained his problem to the young man.

"You started hustling?" Miguel asked him, amazed.

"Sure. I would be stupid not to ask for money. There are so many people
ready to do it; for me enjoy. But don't worry, if you help me, I'll
never ask you for money. If we go to the bank and you say you are my
cousin, possibly you can open an account for me."

"Probably yes. But I'm afraid it would be a restricted "deposit only"
account. Normally for minors, from what I know, they only handle that
type of account."

"It means that I can't withdraw any money, until my coming of age?"

"Yes, that's right."

Jaume thought a while then said: "That suits me. Will you do me this
favor?"

"Yes, sure."

"And for the moment, can you keep my money?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Certainly. If you try to play cunning with me, I'll tell everybody that
you fucked my ass. You are of age, but I'm not, so you know, you'll be
sent to jail."

Miguel smiled: "Yes, you are shrewd. But don't worry, I have no
intention to steal from you."

"I thought so, otherwise I wouldn't have come to ask you." the boy said
smiling.

So, Jaume solved his money problems.

But in reality, he soon discovered, it was not so simple to hustle.
First of all, it was not easy to invent different excuses for returning
home late at night, and during the day it was more difficult to find
johns. And second, because, even if he seemed older than his age, it was
evident that he was still a minor, and not many wanted to risk going
with him, afraid of the legal consequences. So, in one month, Jaume
could deposit only 7000 pesetas in the bank. But he was happy all the
same.

For the year '75, Jaume would amass 76,500 pesetas.  A remarkable sum
for a boy, considering that he saved almost all his earning. He kept for
himself only enough for small purchases, things that couldn't possibly
alert his family. Moreover, he gained much experience.  He learned to
recognize potential clients, and to treat them so that they were fully
satisfied, even if he himself did not always enjoy them. A happy client
not only was likely to come again, but could also bring new clients.

In the Autumn of '75, General Francisco Franco dictatorship had fallen. 
The gay scene became lively, and as a consequence, for Jaume things
started to be better.  So that at the end of '76, his bank account stood
at 188,000 pesetas. This, besides the bigger freedom that was alive in
Spain, was the result of the fact that Jaume was rapidly growing, and he
was now sixteen and half years old, but he could pass for eighteen.
School was proceeding so-so, but not badly - he had just two more years
of studies to graduate.

Little by little, Jaume had singled out the best places to hustle, and
the best techniques to pick up clients that appealed to him more. The
more success he had, the more selective he become in the choice of his
clients, because he wanted above all to have his own enjoyment.
Moreover, he started to go only with people having their own place, or
who were willing to pay for a room by hour. Jaume knew four different
landlords who did not object to giving a room to two males, and
pretended not to know that Jaume was still a minor.

He was at that point, able to find at least a good client each week.
Frequently, it was more than that, and his price seldom was lower than
2000 pesetas. But that didn't stop him, if he met a type he liked very
much but with no money, then he went with him for free. Like the young
conscripted Castilian sailor, he met at the landing stage. When Jaume
was making love, he always did his very best to make the other one
really enjoy it; and to enjoy himself. So, little by little, some johns
started to look quite exclusively for him.

At home, they didn't suspect anything about his double life. He was the
good son, quiet and obliging, and now he was even cheerful about
studying.

About his clients, he knew one thing: what attracted them the most
towards him was, besides his growing physical beauty, his air of being a
good son, slightly shy and timid; but when in bed, his gentleness mixed
with force, like a young fawn.

So, Jaume started to care about his appearance, his attitudes, his gait,
and his success increased.

But family, school and his normal daily life, limited him very much;
gave him too little free space.

At times, he would go to see Miguel, who always willingly met him, and
with whom the boy liked to make love. Jaume was not at all in love with
the young man, and neither Miguel with the boy, but a true friendship
had developed between them.  The boy, when he needed an opinion, or
advise, knew that he could count on Miguel.

He never again met with Pedro Augusto, and seldom saw him even from a
distance. He avoided him on purpose, even if now he was no longer in
love; but neither angry with him. But he despised the athlete for having
used him in that way. Taking advantage of his love, rather, making Jaume
fall in love for him to better manipulate the boy. At times, recalling
that period, Jaume called himself a fool and promised himself that he
would never again be caught in the trap of love.

1977 came, and he had his seventeen birthday. He was now a well shaped
boy, tall, slender, with an uncommon beauty. He could easily pass for an
adult. He was perfectly conscious that on the road, many people turned
to look at him, especially girls, but also quite a few men. And his bank
account was close to half a million pesetas. If he was free, he could
earn the same amount of money in less than six months. Jaume more and
more often thought that he had to leave home.

In July '77, he met a twenty five year old New Zealander tourist. Since
Jaume was on vacation, that is free from school, they met every day for
a week. Jaume, apart from the first time they met, never asked for money
from the young man. His name was John, and he couldn't afford it, but
Jaume liked him very much both as a person and as a sexual partner. The
talked a lot, both before and after making love. It was the first time
the boy heard about Sitges, or to better say, about the flourishing gay
life in Sitges. John, coming from there, described it to the boy like
the gay capital of Spain.

Even if the small town was only 21 miles from Barcelona, Jaume had never
been there. But he decided that he had to visit the place. When John
left Barcelona going to France, Jaume went immediately to see Miguel.
Agreeing with him, Jaume told his parents he intended to spend a couple
of weeks of camping with some friends and got their permission.  With
Miguel and his tent, they went to Sitges and camped on the Riera de St.
Pere de Ribes, not far from the sea.

>From there, they went daily on foot to the village. It was a delicious
place, still impregnated with a medieval feeling, almost fairy-like. And
there were people, literally from every corner of the world, and it was
evident that the majority of the tourists were gay.

"But this is heaven!"  Jaume cheerfully exclaimed, the first evening,
when they were back in their tent.

"Yes, for faggots and hustlers." Miguel, laughing, replied.

"Sure, like you and me, therefore. I feel we will enjoy it here."

"I rather feel that here life will be quite expensive."

"Don't worry, my friend. After a few tricks, I will earn enough to take
care of both of us!"

Miguel laughed and said: "I don't like very much the idea of becoming a
pimp, now!"

"Idiot!  Now don't be offensive!"

Miguel became serious and apologized: "I didn't intend to offend you,
Jaume, I swear. I really consider you a friend, you know it. I feel so
good with you."

"But the fact I'm a hustler, you couldn't do it, right?"

"Sincerely? No, I don't think so. I think it's a pity that you choose
this life."

"I would go with those I go with, even if there was no money, I
explained that to you.  But if they are willing to pay, why should I
refuse?"

"Because, that way the relationship changes. You see, I would enjoy it a
lot less, if I knew you came with me, just because I was willing to pay
you."

"But I'd go with them the same, even if they didn't pay. And sometimes,
I do that, if they don't have enough money and I like them very much.
You know that."

"But they don't know that, therefore the relationship changes."

"It doesn't seem so, to me."

"It's not true. In fact, if you like somebody very much, and you're
strongly attracted to him, you don't even tell him you are a hustler,
you don't ask for money... You told me so many times, for a long time
ago."

"Well, sometimes, when I ask money, people refuse to make love with me
and then, in those cases, I don't want to risk receiving a "No."  If I
really like the person, or if he is a friend like you, it makes me feel
bad to make everything a question of money - a blow job is this price, a
hand job is that price and a fuck in the ass is another. It's not
possible."

"But, if I'm not wrong, you have an only price, correct?"

"Sure, it's true, because if I were different I would feel like being
a... delicatessen seller. Yes, madam, six ounces of ham for 300, but if
you prefer the raw ham, it is 500..."

"You are a strange hustler, anyway. You refuse clients, at times don't
ask for money..."

"Yes, I'm the strangest hustler on the Coast of the Brave, but also the
bravest hustler on the Coast of the Strange!" Jaume said laughing at his
pun.

"And also the most beautiful." Miguel underlined, smiling to him.

"Fuck me now, Miguel. I really need a good fuck!" the boy said starting
to undress.

Miguel nodded smiling and he too undressed. They laid down on their
sleeping bags and Jaume started at once to suck the hard member of his
friend, lovingly preparing it, before offering to his friend his nice,
little and firm ass. Miguel took him with sheer pleasure.

Jaume was literally conquered by Sitges and by its plethora of tourists.
He understood that he had to move there at any price. Possibly with the
pretext of a job. Or rather, why not really look for a job?

So, the following days, walking downtown with his friends, he started to
enter all the shops, the restaurants and bars, all the hotels, asking if
they were hiring. The answers he received were several "no" and some
"we'll see". But he never lost hope.

When he stopped in front of the restaurant "La Brasa", Miguel said:
"This is a luxury place. Here they would possibly hire only people
licensed from a tourist-hotel school or with lot of experience on their
shoulders. It's useless to try here."

Jaume shrug his shoulders and entered all the same. He remained inside
for half an hour. When he left, he had a triumphant smile.

"The manager told me all the documents I have to prepare, and that I
must also have written authorization from my father, since I'm still a
minor. Then I have to have a medical check up and vaccinations. Then he
will hire me for sure. Do you see that I was right to enter here?"

"I'm happy for you. Is the pay good, anyway?"

"Oh... I forgot to ask them. Well, the important for me is just that I
can move here."

-----------------------------

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

-----------------------------

In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read
them, the URL is

http://www.geocities.com/~andrejkoymasky/

If you want to send me feedback, please e-mail me at

andrejkoymasky@geocities.com

---------------------------