Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 16:18:19 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: King of Sitges 03

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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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THIRD

Jaume's mother didn't want him to stop studying and go to work.  Even
more, she didn't want him to leave Barcelona. She wanted Jaume to
graduate from high school, then enter the university.  She wanted him to
became a doctor, to become "somebody". But Jaume's father agreed with
his son - If Jaume, as he had said, didn't like to study, working in a
luxury restaurant, was indeed manna from heaven.

So, he prepared all the necessary documents and papers.   In September
'77, instead of returning to school, Jaume started work at "La Brasa". 
In the beginning, he was just a dish washer on the 10 a.m. to 6 p.m.
shift. But soon, since he was remarkably handsome and above all had good
grace and nice manners, the owner ordered a custom made uniform for
Jaume.  He put him in the restaurant as a auxiliary waiter, so that the
boy could get some on the job training. Jaume was charming in his new
uniform - tight black trouser, a wide white shirt, a short black vest
and a soft red velvet ribbon bow at his collar. The boy was really
attractive and sensual. Especially with his air of a good naive son, 
his intelligent eyes, and his reserved but thoughtful attitude.

At first, he lived in a small room with three beds; provided by the
restaurant owner, and that he shared with another waiter and a cook.

When Jaume started to serve in the hall, he also started to receive
generous tips. At the end of his first month, Jaume had earned about
75,000 pesetas in salary and tips. Moreover in the evenings, touring in
the streets, beaches, bars and pubs, he picked up several tourists and
earned another 90,000 pesetas. Certainly, he was thinking, if he had his
own place to receive his clients, he could earn even more. He had to
save his money.   In just six months he could finally withdraw all his
savings from the bank and use them any way he wanted to. He felt happy
and satisfied.

One evening, at the disco "Trailer" in Carrer Angel Vidal, he noticed
that a nice boy, a very seducing brunette, was looking at him for
awhile. Slyly, Jaume studied him. The boy must have been nineteen or
twenty years old, no more. He was physically well proportioned, even if
he was not very tall. He was elegant, refined, had to be a wealthy
tourist. And from the way he was looking at Jaume, he was also attracted
by him. Jaume, after they were throwing glances at each other for
awhile, stood up from his seat; drew near the boy and, bending lightly
towards him and smiling, asked:

"Do you speak Spanish?"

"I'm Spanish."

"Alone?"

"For the moment."

"Do you wait for someone?" Jaume asked him.

"Not in particular. Are you a tourist?"

"No, I'm a waiter at La Brasa."

"Ah, the best restaurant in Sitges."

So they started to chat, studying each other. Then they went to dance.
Jaume felt more and more attracted by the brunette. Finally, no longer
able to restrain himself, he asked:

"Do you have a place?"

"Yes, I'm staying at the Incognito Hotel. Do you want to come there with
me?"

"Yes, sure. But will they let me enter?"

"Yes, sure, without any problems. But, I must warn you, I do it for
money. And I am also expensive..."

Jaume looked at him, at first astounded, then burst into laughter. The
other boy, stupefied by the reaction, asked him:

"You think it's so funny?"

"Yes... oh, yes... because I too am a hustler!"

Then it was the turn of the other to burst in laughter. They continued
to talk for a good while, but now mainly about their common job. Then
the other boy, whose name was Alvino, said:

"Listen, Jaume, tonight, I hope to pick a good john. But I like you very
much. So, around one o'clock. if neither you and I have picked anyone
up, why don't you came spend the rest of the night in my room? How do
you feel about it? Will you?"

"Agreed. Anyway, I would also like to become friends. I have a feeling
that I could have lot of things to learn from you."

That evening they didn't met. Jaume found a rich and pleasant john. But
two evening later, Jaume followed Alvino to his hotel. They both had a
great desire for each other. They undressed each other and finally Jaume
saw the naked body and genitals of his new friend. They made love and
both really enjoyed it. They slept together. In the morning, before
parting, they made a date. After that first time, they didn't have sex
very often.  But they met almost every day to spend some time together,
walk around, chat, eat supper together, or go to a movie or to a disco.
Alvino was generous and honest in his advice to Jaume.

Alvino had lived in Madrid for eight months. During the four months of
summer, he moved to Sitges or other tourist resorts, where there was a
gay movement. He supported himself only by hustling, and his price was
really high, not less than 10,000 pesetas per session and per person. In
Madrid, he had a nice apartment and he received his johns only by
appointment. It was almost two years that he didn't go out to hustle any
more. He had a large number of steady clients and at times they brought
or sent some friends, so that a constant list of clients was assured.
Among the several common advises Alvino gave to Jaume, some of them hit
home and convinced Jaume that he should heed them.

"Take great care of your body, it is the first thing that attracts a
client. Do lot of physical exercise, massages, and always be lightly
tanned, but not too much, nor too little.  Above all, a complete overall
tan. And take care of your mouth - fresh breath, perfectly white teeth.
Pay special attention to your clothing - signed designer clothes, fine,
elegant but not showy, in fashion but not the latest fashion, and very
refined. Clothes fitting to any milieu, so that your client will not to
be ashamed to be seen around with you. Collect a good wardrobe and
always have fresh clothes on - you have to be almost like a model, but
with a less perfect look, more spontaneous. And you have to be cultured.
Often the clients, especially the more wealthy, are not only interested
in a fuck, but they want also to talk, to exchange opinions. So, you
have to read a lot, newspapers, magazines and also books. To be a luxury
hustler is serious, difficult and full time work. You don't sell just
your body, but your company. This is the jump from a common hustler to
an escort. Anyway, you will see, the more you commit yourself, the more
you will have success. Otherwise, you will be just a for-all prostitute,
and a cheap one. You have talent, Jaume, take the pains."

When Alvino went back to Madrid, Jaume had pondered several ideas and
started immediately to move in the direction pointed to him by his new
friend and colleague.

First, he looked around for an apartment to buy, close to the center of
the town, but not in the oldest part. He looked for a respectable and
nice looking building. He searched for a long time.  Visiting several
apartments for sale, until, around the end of the year, he found
something he really liked. It was on Carrer Sant Mus, number 12, on the
top floor. There was a slow and old elevator, but the entrance hall was
elegant and neat. And the elevator had a pleasant aspect with its
antique shape, but above all it was shining clean.

On the lower floors were the offices of a doctor and a lawyer, then the
apartments of a teacher and the owner of a good restaurant. Next were
two middle class families. One normally living in Madrid and the other
in Cordoba, but who spent their holidays in Sitges. In the other
apartment on the top floor, lived a past glory of the theater, now
retired. The apartment now for sale, belonged to the old pharmacist of
Avinguda Sofia. But when the old man died, his son decided to sell the
apartment since he lived with his family in a bigger more modern
apartment on the floor over the pharmacist's shop.

The apartment was 1,345 square feet with a terrace-veranda of 376 square
feet, completely enclosed in glass. All the surrounding houses were at
least one story lower, so from the apartment's windows, it was possible
to see only roofs, sloping towards the mountain side.

The entrance opened into a large foyer. From there, through a hallway,
all the other rooms were connected. Yes, he would have to redecorate it
well. All the furniture was included in the price, but he saw that he
would save only a few pieces. All the walls would have to be repainted.
He would keep only the beautiful ancient bookshelves that were in the
study.  He would furnish the first room, and a few others with very
beautiful pieces. Everything else, he would sell. The bathroom and
toilette were separated, and he liked that. He thought he could remove
the old tub and replaced it with a wide shower box, 6 by 6 feet, so that
it would be possible to shower in twos or threes together, and also
comfortably make love inside. What was now the studio, would be the
bedroom to fuck with his clients. This room received light from the
veranda. Near the large kitchen, there was a small windowless room where
he would install a tanning bed and some gym equipment. And then there
was the bedroom, where he would sleep. Here his clients would never
enter, it was his private room. Also the bedroom opened onto the
veranda. About the terrace-veranda, he thought, he will transform it
into a small roof garden, where there would be room for eventually
fucking in the open; sheltered from people's looks and the weather...

While he was visiting the apartment, he had everything clear in his
mind. Yes, he absolutely had to buy it! They were asking three millions.
Now his savings were a little more than one million. But every month he
earned around 180,000 pesetas and he saved the greatest part of it.  So,
in one year, or at most a year and a half, he could save the missing two
million. But unhappily, the owner wanted a total cash payment. The only
thing he obtained, was that they would wait until March to sign the
contract with him.  That is, until he was eighteen and had access to his
bank account. He discussed the payment a little more, but he couldn't
move them - they wanted the 3 million, they agreed, all at once. The
pharmacist suggested that he ask the bank for a loan. So he went to talk
to the bank and was told that, once he was of age, having good regular
work, he could get a 2 million loan; paying them back monthly with
compound interests. If he repaid the money back to the bank in four
years, he calculated, he would have to pay the bank 76,650 pesetas per
month. He calculated that getting those two million, he was going to pay
back about three and half million, but he thought that was okay. He
would have enough money left each month to slowly refurbish the
apartment. But owning his home, he would now start to ask for 10,000
pesetas from his clients, instead of the 3-4,000 he was asking now.
Moreover, at least in the beginning, he could be a little less fussy in
accepting his clients. So, he went back to see the owner, and arranged
to buy the apartment, giving him a reasonable deposit. Now he had just
to wait for the first of March of 1978, that is three more months.

Sitges, during the Christmas period, was again becoming lively. Jaume,
at the restaurant, was promoted to a full waiter. He did a double shift,
from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. and from 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. He liked this working
schedule. In the afternoon, these five free hours could be precious if
he organized them well. Then at night, it was right after 11 that the
clubs started to warm up and become crowded, then he could hustle
between 11 p.m., to 1 a.m. If he didn't pick up anyone, he went to sleep
and could stay in bed until 9 a.m., getting eight hours of sleep. If
instead, he found a client, he could have to go to sleep later, but
anyway seldom after 3 a.m. and he could have at least six full hours to
rest...

He was satisfied, he had planned everything.

To use his free time in the afternoon, he found two useful activities.
First, two hours of gym and 10 minutes of tanning lamps, until he had
everything he needed in his apartment. Then an hour and a half of
studying foreign languages. To start, he wanted to resume English and
French. The day was full, but Jaume was happy. And when he had his own
apartment, things would be even better.

Two days before the First of the Year, Jaume went to the "Planta baja"
in Santa Tecla. He liked that bar; did his best pick ups there. Around
12:30, a man about 35 years old entered. He was tall, light brown hair,
with magnificent deep blue eyes. The man looked around, and at once
noticed Jaume sitting at the counter. So, he went directly to sit on the
stool next to the boy and, in Spanish, with a strong German accent, he
ordered a beer. Then turning towards Jaume, asked him:

"May I offer you a beer?"

"No, thank you, I don't drink alcohol."

"Ah, then a non alcoholic. On me, if you allow me."

Jaume accepted, with a light smile. The man, while sipping his beer,
could not take his eyes from the boy's body.

"How old are you, boy?"

"Eighteen, just a short time ago." Jaume lied.

"Ah, I thought twenty. What's your name?"

"Jaume."

"Jaime?"

"No, Jaime is Castilian. I am Catalan, hence Jaume."

"So you are a native, not a tourist."

"Yes, I am waiter at the restaurant La Brasa."

"I never ate there. Do you like your work?"

"It's enough for living, not for extras." Jaume answered.

"Yes, I see. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Jaume looked at the man amused: they were in a gay bar, what a silly
question! Anyway shook his head and answered: "I'm not interested in
girls."

"I can understand you, I too don't like them. Do you know that you are
really beautiful?"

"Thank you. At times they tell me so..."

"Are you free, now?"

"Yes, I have some free time."

"Then, would you like to come with me to my residence? We can listen to
some music, relax a little..."

"But I am a hustler..."

"I thought so. How much?"

"Six thousand pesetas." Jaume bragged.

"But, you do everything?"

"Sure, almost everything... just no S and M."

"All right. Let's go, Jaime."

"Jaume..." the boy again corrected him.

He followed the man, who was staying at the Tropicana. As soon as they
were in the room, the man gave him his 6,000 pesetas then started to
undress. Jaume followed suit. The German had a hefty hairy body, not
really bad at all, and between his thighs hung a meat cudgel not yet
hard. Jaume thought that he had never seen anything that long and big.
The man was watching Jaume while the boy was undressing, and when he saw
that the boy was fairly well endowed, murmured "gut!" and pushed him
onto the bed. He lay next to the boy and started to feel him all over
his body. Jaume let the man do as he wished. He had the feeling that he
was the kind of client who likes to take control and who didn't
appreciate his partner taking the initiative. After a while, when the
German was feeling pleased Jaume's body, asked him:

"Boy, how many cocks have fucked your ass?"

"A few, just four or five." the boy lied.

"And when did you start being a whore?"

"As soon as I came of age, three months ago..."

"But you fucked with males before that, right?"

"At times, with my school mates."

"And what were you doing, you pig boys?"

"We gave each other head..."

"And you were drinking each others sperm, I'm sure."

"Yes..."

"And you were also fucking each others ass, filthy pigs?"

"Not me. I had a friend who asked me to do it. My first time was just
two months ago."

The man was aroused by these stories, and Jaume gave him all the rope he
wanted. He knew, by instinct and from experience, what the man wanted to
hear.  And that's what he told him, sometimes artfully inventing
everything. The more the man was aroused, the more vulgar and foul
mouthed he became, therefore Jaume did his best to assume his greenhorn
boy's air.  Still shy and speaking just for allusions, without ever
using a single vulgar word. He was right: the man was even more excited;
believing he was making the boy feeling more uneasy. And yet, oddly, the
man's caresses, his touching, were not coarse nor vulgar.

When the man saw that the boy was fully aroused, he stood up on the bed
and Jaume mentally prepared himself for the assault and invasion of that
huge member. But, to his surprise, the man went down on all fours and
offered himself to Jaume, begging:

"Fuck me, go on, smash me, break my hole, fill me completely!"

Jaume, readily and with a silent sigh of relief, kneeled at his back and
penetrated the man with energy, quite roughly, in only one vigorous
stroke. The man moaned in ecstasy. Continuing his vulgar speech, the man
accompanied the boy's strokes to increase the force of the penetration.
Jaume grasped him by his waist and started to bang him with all his
energy and means.  Suddenly the man, without having even touched his own
member, violently ejaculated contracting his anus muscles, and almost
immediately Jaume also reached his orgasm.

Then the man allowed Jaume to slip out.  Turning around, with some
tissue papers he cleaned the still  hard member of the boy and lowered
himself to lick and suck it for a while, with loud slurps. Then said:

"Good, you have been great. You really deserved the money you asked."

Then the man started to dress, Jaume followed suit being careful, as he
learned to do when he undressed or dressed again, to go at the same pace
of his client, neither faster nor slower. Then the man accompanied him
to the street.

"Would you come again, tomorrow night?"

"Yes, sure."

"Will you come directly here to the Tropicana at 11?"

"If you want. But at 11:30."

"Is it  all right, if I invite a friend of mine?"

"Yes, but double the money, then."

"Certainly. Until tomorrow night, then, my beautiful hunk!"

The next night, as soon as he ended his work at the restaurant, Jaume
went to the Tropicana. In the time he would have normally satisfied one
client, he could sate two of them and earn twice the money. Not bad at
all. Who knows what the German's friend looked like? Well, in a while he
could see.

He went to his client's room and knocked at the door. The man opened the
door, wearing a black silk gown, and immediately handed the boy his
money. Jaume checked it and then put it in his wallet. On the bed, there
was a man around 30 years old.  Already completely naked, he was slowly
masturbating, his legs spread. Jaume had at once an unpleasant
impression. The man was a peroxide blond, rather thinning at the
temples, his body flabby, and a campy air immediately confirmed by his
falsetto, clucking voice. But Jaume was now there, so he started to
undress to carry out the work he had been paid for. He climbed the bed
and the blond at once assumed his position on all fours, telling him
with a complaining voice:

"Don't hurt me too much, bad boy!"

Jaume understood that it was a clear invitation to be rude.  So he
impaled the man with force, without any preliminaries nor preparation,
and suddenly he sank completely inside the man like a hot knife into
butter. He hammered the man for a long time, while the man was wagging
his ass in ecstasy and shouted little screams of pretended pain. When
Jaume started to feel tired, he simulated an orgasm - he had become a
master at doing it. The queen, who had masturbated all the time long,
finally came in a cacophony of pleasure moans. One down, the boy
thought. The other man, meanwhile, had assisted that frantic ride from
nearby, slowly masturbating himself, and underlining the action with
obscene comments. As soon as Jaume slipped out of the blonde's ass, the
man took his place and slipped his huge cudgel completely inside the
gaping hole of his friend, telling Jaume:

"While I fuck the ass of this filthy insatiable trollop, you fuck me,
and make me feel all of it, stud!"

So Jaume fucked the German with the same impetuosity. But this time he
was quite enjoying it. This man was tighter and more firm, and his body
was less unpleasant.  For sure, he was not his ideal male, but it was
anyway agreeable. While he was hammering inside the German, he lifted
his eyes and saw, reflected in the closet's mirror beside the bed, the
image of the three embedded bodies shaking in a furious embrace.  The
scene excited him very much and suddenly Jaume came, while he was
thinking that in his new home he had to put mirrors all around the
alcove bed. Almost immediately the German also came, fiercely insulting
his queen friend, who was just whining "yes... yes..." like in a litany.

Jaume was back home before it was one o' clock. He took a shower and
went to sleep satisfied, not so much for the sex he'd had, but for the
12,000 pesetas he had in his wallet. His two room mates were already
deeply sleeping.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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