Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 06:06:31 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: King of Sitges 04

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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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FOURTH

Finally, Jaume was eighteen.

Wednesday, the first of March, he immediately went to the bank to get
his loan, and to withdraw all his savings. He had already prepared all
the necessary documents. Then, with a Cashier's check for three million
in his pocket, he immediately went to the apartment owner's place and,
together they went to the notary to sign the contract. With the bill of
sale in his pocket, and the keys in his hand, he quickly went up to his
apartment. It was still almost completely furnished, even if with old
and not too nice furniture, apart from the three ancient bookshelves, a
nice desk and some chairs. He looked at his watch: it was time to go to
work; fast. He would return later, in the afternoon, moving his few
belongings, and start at to rearrange it. First of all, he had to
thoroughly clean it. Then, one room after the other, he had to refurbish
it. The floors, in matte stoneware, even if old, were still beautiful.
Working in his apartment, just in the afternoons and on his free days,
it took him almost a month to clean it up and to paint all the walls
white. But just doing that, the apartment had already a different
aspect. Then he went to the furniture maker of Avinguda de Navarra and
chose several pieces of furniture, coming to an agreement about the
delivery and the payments. He also had to buy all the crockery and the
pots for the kitchen, the bed and bath linen and the curtains for the
windows. He wanted fine articles, therefore, before buying these items,
he toured several shops in Barcelona. When he found what he liked, he
placed a deposit on the article and put it on a Lay Away Plan.  He saved
the needed money, then went back to buy it.

He slept in his new apartment from the first day, camping for the first
month in a room where he was not working. He also applied for a
telephone line, which was connected in May. He had some very nice
business cards made. But, until the apartment was completely in order,
he decided not to take any of his clients there. The first to see it
were Miguel, whom he phoned especially to invite him; and Alvino, who
returned to Sitges in June and immediately went to meet him at the
restaurant. Both friends congratulated him.

The foyer, which he used as a lounge - entrance, the alcove and the
bathroom were already well set and furnished. The next ambiance he
wanted to fix was the roof garden on the veranda, into which looked both
the alcove and his bedroom door-windows. Then he wanted to redo the
kitchen, then his bedroom, and lastly, the small room with solarium and
gym tools. He planned to finish everything before the end of the year
or, at least, before the end of the following Spring.

The first client he took to his new apartment was a Greek tourist, son
of the general manager of a shipbuilder. His name was Basilios, a twenty
six year old, really beautiful like a Greek statue, but a little
disagreeable. He was the type, who had lots of money and considered
himself better than most people. Jaume asked him for 15,000 pesetas, but
still treated him well and with refinement. First of all, offering him a
drink in the foyer.  They talked awhile, then he took him into the
mirrored alcove; where they had sex. The Greek only liked receiving
head; but Jaume did it so artfully, that the young man asked him to meet
again. Jaume gave him his card, asking only that he call in the morning
between 9 and 9:30.

Jaume really liked to watch, reflected by the eight mirrors, tens of
Jaumes, bending between the legs of tens of Greek demigods, sucking tens
of turgid and throbbing members. He was terribly aroused. And also his
client was visibly pleased to look at the kaleidoscope of erotic and
living images.

Alvino suggested that he buy a video recorder, a giant screen TV and
some gay porno video tapes to show to his clients. They went together to
a well stocked sex shop in Barcelona where they chose mainly Cadinot's
movies, but also some American, German, Japanese and Dutch videos. Then
to an appliance store where he bought two TV sets, a normal one with a
24" screen and the other with a giant screen, and a video deck.

Back home, he and Alvino set everything up and made all the connections.
 To try the installation, they watched "Garçon de rêve" together, half
lying on the alcove bed. They soon became aroused and ended up making
love. They liked each other and were fine together. Alvino was very
skilled both in fucking and being fucked, and also in giving head, but
Jaume was equally skilled. And each of them, knowing that the other
wasn't an amateur, went out of his way to surpass the other in giving
pleasure. And they gave a lot of pleasure to each other.

At the height of the Summer season, Jaume also had a full list of
clients. He always had at least one per night, some times even two. If
he didn't impose on himself a three a.m. curfew, he could have had even
more clients. If he liked a new client, and only in this case, he gave
him his card inviting him to call again. And several did.

When Jaume was nineteen, the apartment was finally all in order and the
veranda was transformed into a very nice garden, green and blooming in
every season, with the roof and the external wall all in transparent
glass. He could pay his monthly loan debt to the bank, without any
difficulty, and still had enough money left over to have an elegant and
rich wardrobe. He bought a nice tanning bed where he lay completely
naked for just ten minutes every day, so that he had a complete tan,
very light but uniform, that made his eyes and his smile seem even more
luminous.

Little by little, the three book shelves in the foyer were filling with
fine books of various cultures that Jaume read in his spare time. He
also subscribed to three prestigious magazines, one in English, one in
French and one in Spanish that he first read, then put in the foyer for
his clients. In total Jaume had a terribly intense life, with a rapid
and continuing high rhythm; but everything considered, was really
agreeable to him.

Nowadays he picked his clients just in a few, carefully chosen clubs. 
Not necessarily the most elegant, but those with the best customers,
like the Bourbon's, El Candil, Lord's and Mediterraneo. But the ones he
most preferred were the Reflejos and the Coffee Shop of Elsa. He instead
avoided the Chez Antonio, because there were too many cheap hustlers. At
times he picked his clients at the discos, like the Club 33 and even
more at the Trailer. He seldom went to the sauna and always in the
afternoons, because it closed at 10 p.m. Here he happened to pick up a
couple of clients, but it was not for this reason he went to the sauna:
he simply loved doing the sauna.

In his free days, when the weather was nice, he went to the Playa del
Muerto, on the second small beach, where had formed a likable gay nudist
ambiance. At times, here, he would withdraw to the nearby small woods
for a quickie with an occasion conquest. In these cases, he didn't ask
for money, but of course it was he who chose the occasional partner. At
times he met on that beach, some of his clients. He stopped to chat with
him, mainly if he was a likable person, but he never had sex with them
there. At most, he made an appointment in his notebook, which was always
rather full. When he felt too tired, for one or two nights he wouldn't
make any appointments and didn't go out to cruise, so he could go to
sleep around 11:30 p.m.

He was nineteen years old, when something happened to him that amused
him very much. One morning, Miguel called him. He said that one of his
school mates at the university, learning that Miguel was gay, still
remained his friend; did everything he could to make Miguel try it with
girls. So, Miguel told his friend that, if he would agree to have sex
with a boy, he would accept trying with a girl. His friend accepted the
challenge. Now Miguel asked Jaume to make love with Juan, his friend,
and to try to make him mad with pleasure. Jaume thought that the idea
was so amusing that he at once accepted, and they fixed the meeting.
Miguel would bring Juan to Sitges on the 12th of September, a free day
for Jaume. They would meet at the Mediterraneo, in Carrer San
Bonaventura, in the inner garden of the club.

That day, Jaume prepared with great care, choosing elegant but very
masculine clothes, almost classical. He knew how important the first
impression was. At 3 p.m. he was in the club's garden, sitting at a
table. He knew from Michael that Juan was fond of the history of
military uniforms.  So he bought a book about roman conquests that, in
appendix, had a nice set of color tables depicting the clothing and
weaponry of the roman legions in different epochs. This was Jaume's
style - to buy a book on uniforms would have been too obvious. When he
wanted to keep the interest of a client, he always tried to understand
what subjects interested him.  Then he gathered documentary material on
a different subject, having some points in common, points of contacts
with the client. So he could start an interesting conversations with his
client and ask for explanations on the points his documentation lacked
or were not well developed and that his client knew well. Normally, this
enticed his partner...

While he was reading his book, waiting for them; Jaume asked himself if
he would like Juan or not. Anyway, he promised Miguel he would play the
game, and here he was. Juan didn't know that Jaume was a friend of
Miguel. Only that he was a hustler which Miguel had casually met and
still had his telephone number. The two young men arrived punctually at
3:45. Miguel entered the garden with his friend, looked around then,
spotting Jaume, approached him, followed by Juan and asked him:

"You are Jaume, right? I called you for an appointment..."

"Yes, right. Please, sit down..." the boy answered looking at Juan and
studying him in a discreet way.

The young man wasn't really handsome. He was twenty four years old like
Miguel. But his body, from what could be guessed under his T shirt and
jeans, must be agreeable. His face, not really beautiful, was anyway
open and likable, even if it now showed a certain embarrassment. Or
rather, Jaume thought, that slightly lost expression made him likable,
tender. They introduced themselves, chatted a little and, as Jaume
hoped, the subject went on the book he was reading. So Jaume, talking
about it, thumbed through it almost absent minded and Juan had a glimpse
of the tables about the legionnaires uniforms. He at once asked if he
could look at them and Jaume handed him the book. And Juan lost some of
the coyness he had, and started to speak with enthusiasm of military
customs in history. After a while Miguel, winked at Jaume from his
friend's back, and stood up:

"I'll leave you. We can meet here again around... 7 'o clock, is that
okay?"

"Yes, sure." Jaume immediately answered and Miguel, said bye and left.

When alone, Juan continued his enthusiastic speech. Jaume listened to
him, asking questions, showing himself interested and curious. When a
waiter passed nearby, Juan asked Jaume if he could offer him a drink.

"No, thank you. Why don't we rather go to have a drink at my place, so
we can continue this interesting chat?" Juan seemed hesitant, but Jaume
stood up and said decidedly: "Come, it's not that far."

Juan followed him. Of course he knew why the boy invited him to his
place. What was going to happen.  After all, that was the reason why
Miguel introduced them. But if Jaume hadn't now acted so determined,
Juan would have probably wavered, would have stepped back. Anyway, they
went to Jaume's apartment. Jaume made him comfortable in the foyer and
asked him what he would like to drink. Leaving him alone for a minute,
he went to get the drinks from the kitchen fridge. He decided he
wouldn't take the young man in the alcove, in fact he was afraid that
all those mirrors, instead of exciting him, could intimidate him.
Therefore, passing through his bed room, he would take Juan in the
garden - green house, where he had already prepared a soft beach
mattress and a Sony mini stereo that he normally had on his night table.
He went back with the drinks. Juan was surveying his book shelves.

"Does it bother you, if I look at your books? I'm an avid reader, and I
see that you have many interesting books here..."

"Sure, go ahead. There's not too very much now, I'm filling it, little
by little. I don't like to buy books just to fill the shelves, just for
appearance. So it fills slowly, but only with books I like, and that I
have read."

"Bernard Shaw's comedies! Do you like them?"

"Yes, and some particularly. I've almost finished reading them."

"Ah, but they are in English! Do you read English?"

"Yes, English and French, besides Castilian and, of course Catalan."

Juan continued to look at the books, quite as if it was a means to not
face the reason he was there, or at least to postpone the moment of
truth. But Jaume approached his back, lightly putting his hand on Juan's
side and said:

"Don't be embarrassed, Juan. You'll see, it will be a fine experience."

"Miguel, explained to you, that this is my first time, right?" he asked
without turning.

"Yes. For everybody, there is always a first time."

"But I'll try just to... to please Miguel, to try it once. But I like
girls..."

"I know, he explained everything to me. Relax. I'm here to make sure
that this experience is not disappointing..."

So saying, Jaume lightly caressed Juan's neck and shoulders. Then he
took the empty glass from his hands and asked:

"Would you prefer to shower before or after?"

"I don't know... after, possibly."

"So, come outside, there we will be more comfortable and cooler."

He took Juan by the hand and led him through the corridor to his bed
room. Juan, seeing the wide king size bed, thought they had arrived, but
Jaume led him across the room and took him into the roof garden.

"Here we are, we will be comfortable, here." he said and bent to switch
on the stereo.

He had chosen a tape of traditional Catalan music, at low volume, only
in the background. He pulled off his shoes and went to the mattress that
was lying on the floor among the greenery. Juan followed suit. Jaume
then raised the young man's T shirt and brushed his chest. He perfectly
knew how and where to touch a male to arouse him, so he continued for
awhile. Then he pulled the T shirt off completely. When he was aware
that Juan was reacting positively to his touching, Jaume started to
slowly open Juan's belt.  Then the first button of his trousers, then he
lowered the zipper. Juan was still, letting him do whatever he wanted
to. But the quivers that from time to time passed through his body,
betrayed his growing excitement. It was soon confirmed by the swelling
revealed in his briefs, now visible between the open trousers' fly.
Jaume was taking his time, continuing to slowly, but more and more,
arouse the young man, giving him time to get used to be touched in such
an intimate way by another male. Jaume had yet to undress, because,
until Juan was fully aroused, the too close nearness of a naked male
body could also turn him off. Juan moved slightly and his trousers
lowered to his hips. Then Jaume, with one hand, started to lightly brush
against the swelling in the briefs, while the fingers of his other hand
teased Juan's nipples; that at once hardened, witness to the pleasure
that the young man was feeling. Jaume also felt that Juan's member was
hardening, and pushing against his briefs with each caress.  So he
pushed against it a little harder with the palm of his hand, brushing
against it. Then, feeling it throbbing, he started to outline its shape
with his fingertips, while with his other hand he caressed Juan's lean
sides.  Then slipping a hand under the briefs, caressed his firm little
buttocks.

Juan shuddered with pleasure and made a short sigh. Jaume looked at him
and saw the young man had closed his eyes. So while, now with one hand,
then with the other, he continued to caress Juan on his member, on his
chest, on his belly, he too started to undress. Juan seemed not to be
aware of that. Then Jaume crouched in front of the young man and,
slipped his briefs down with both his hands.  He uncovered Juan's
member, which sprang up straight and free, palpitating and hard. Jaume
put his lips on it and started to brush, to lick, to suckle on it. Juan
made a choked sob and trembled from head to toe. Jaume intensified his
lip, tongue and mouth activity, while his hands, spaced on that now
almost naked and quivering body, skillfully touching its most erogenous
points.

Then, holding him by his wrists, pulled him down, until Juan was lying
on the mattress. Jaume freed him of his trousers and briefs and lay at
his side, making him feel his nakedness, leaning against him, taking
care not to yet let Juan feel his erection. Jaume caressed the young man
for a long while, kissing, sucking him here and there all over his body,
lingering mainly on the most sensitive spots. When he felt that Juan was
no longer in control of himself, he  leaned harder against him and
lowered to kiss him on his lips, letting him barely feel his tongue and
suckling Juan's lips from time to time, first one then the other.

At this point Juan, feeling deep and uncontainable, parted his lips and
returned Jaume's kiss, while with his arms, hugged Jaume's body pulling
him against himself. Then Jaume let his companion feel his erection and
their bodies, and their members, brushed one against the other. They
kissed for a long while and now also Juan's hands started to explore all
of Jaume's body, almost in search of his most sensitive points, almost
enjoying Jaume's pleasure quivers. Now, Jaume noticed, Juan had his eyes
open and from time to time their glances met. Jaume could read in Juan's
eyes, if not a participating smile, at least a sense of pleased
surprise. When he felt that Juan was fully involved, Jaume gently asked
him what he wanted to do. The answer amazed him.

"Everything. If I have to try, I want to really try everything." the
young man whispered.

Jaume lowered himself between the young man's legs, and started to suck
again his strong and hard member. After a while, Juan wanted to do the
same to Jaume. Apart from the fact that he was awkward, as he had never
done it before, Jaume became aware that his companion was slightly
losing his erection. So Jaume turned around to unite with his partner in
a sixty nine, and Juan found again a certain enthusiasm. When Jaume felt
being near an orgasm, he parted from him, making Juan raise his legs
against his chest.  He lowered himself between the sweet and beautiful
buttocks of the young man and rimmed his hole for a long time, preparing
him for the penetration. This, he understood, was going to be for Juan
the most difficult part, not only psychologically, but also and above
all because the young man was still virgin. He worked his hole with his
tongue for a long time until he felt that Juan was shuddering at the
intensity of his pleasure. Then he took a lubricant anesthetic cream
that he normally used on himself, when his clients were a little too
well endowed, and lubricated thoroughly and abundantly the sphincter of
Juan, testing it with one finger, then two, lubricating carefully also
the internal parts.

"Go on, take me..." at a certain point Juan begged.

"I don't want to hurt you. The first time..."

"Go gently. I'll try to resist..."

"Relax..."

"Yes..."

Jaume stuck the tip of his rod on Juan's hole and started to gently
massage it, making it open, little by little. Meanwhile caressing his
testicles and member, lowering to kiss him or to lightly bite his
nipples; to keep awake Juan's excitement, penetrating him very slowly
and often stopping to give him time to get used to that inexorable
invasion. And then, finally, after some minutes, he had impaled him
completely and was inside Juan to the root of his rod, his testicles
pressed against the small and firm buttocks of the university student.

Only then, Jaume started to move back and forth inside the very tight
and very hot flesh channel, at first slowly and carefully, watching the
young man's expression.  Then, not seeing any signs of pain, faster and
faster, with more vigor, until Jaume unloaded inside Juan with a few
strong pushes, enjoying inside the depth of that no longer virgin
channel. They kissed again. Then Jaume slowly slipped out and offered
himself to the young man with a smile. Juan returned the smile and
prepared himself to penetrate Jaume.

"Take me, Juan. Don't be afraid, I'm used to it. Just take me..." Jaume
whispered.

Juan entered him and started to fuck him with real enthusiasm. At the
end, when both, simultaneously reached their orgasm  (for Jaume the
second one, and he felt that Juan had had a really intense orgasm) they
relaxed on the beach mattress, their bodies still half intertwined.

After a while, Juan asked: "Does it bother you if we talk about it?"

"No, certainly not, Juan. Did you enjoy it?"

"I don't think I am converted to male love, but yes, I did enjoy it. You
are able to... to take it in your mouth in a delicious way. No girls to
now did it so skillfully as you did."

"In my opinion, women cannot do it well. They don't know how, because
they cannot experience it. A man, having felt it on himself, knows how
it is to be done to another male..."

"Yes, it is likely."

"But... did you like to suck it? And to take it inside your back? And to
take me?"

"To give head... neither yes nor no. That is, while we were sixty nining
it was not bad having it... in my mouth. When it was just me sucking, it
was less pleasant. Being fucked, bothered me. It was not your fault, I
felt you were trying to be gentle, but I didn't like it very much."

"Absolutely not?"

"I mean... I felt some pleasure, towards the end, but it was lesser than
the annoyance I felt..."

"The first times, for me too, it was annoying, or rather, painful. But
now I like it very much. And, taking me, how was it?"

"That was really great. I liked it very much. It is somewhat different
than fucking a girl, even if in her ass... I'm not able to explain it
well, but... just the idea that you are a male like me, but that you
were accepting me inside you... besides the strong physical pleasure of
the penetration... there was something highly pleasurable, different..."

"To overcome another male?" Jaume asked with a small smile.

"No no... it is more as... a woman HAS to take it, do you understand?
But a man... he WANTS to take it... I really am not able to express
myself, but... it is so new for me."

"Did you feel me as your peer, and not like your... subordinate?"

"Yes, possibly. Anyway, thank you Jaume. Honestly, I think that I would
like to try it again, with you, some times. Moreover, you are able to
caress in a way... very special. And you are really sweet."

"I too, would like an encore, Juan. Whenever you want..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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