Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 22:46:35 +0900 From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com> Subject: King of Sitges 08 ---------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- EIGHTH Jaume exercised a careful control on his sentiments. In the beginning was not too easy, because he was inclined to feel attracted to more than one of his clients, as soon as he felt some tenderness, some affection. And then he instinctively fancied he might have found his "prince charming". But he had resolutely decided he could no longer believe in that. Love, admittedly it existed, was a luxury that he couldn't afford. It was an illusion he couldn't try to face. It was a fairy tale in which he had to stop believing. So, as soon as he felt that some of his encounters could change into something more than simple paid physical intercourse, he kept it under control. He limited it, at times he even interrupted it. Frequently, his choice made him feel tense, bitter, unhappy. But more often he felt free, master of the situation, safe. He started again to take care of his body, his aspect, his culture. He wanted to be the best in Sitges' market, and he was so. All the other boys who hustled, little by little recognized that, and so Jaume was more and more admired and respected by them. And this was also for his character. Often, he helped the other boys when they were in difficulties. And he did so, not only because he knew that he did not have to fear any competition, but also, and mainly, because Jaume had a good and generous heart. Some times Jaume made love with some of his colleagues, especially with some of the new boys that, each year, appeared on the colorful and lively scene of Sitges. And to the newcomers, he willingly lavished precious advises. About his clients, it was always and only him to choose them, and his price could be really high or absurdly low, following the way he valued the client. But normally they were rather high. Over the years, because of his character, his attention to details, and his experience, he began to understand, quite by instinct, what his clients expected from him, beyond their verbal communication, and he gave that to his clients. Everybody, even the first time they had sex with him, was enthusiast about him. The only things he refused were S-and-M intercourse, fist fucking, watersports and bondage, be it in the active or passive role. All that revolted him, both physically and psychologically, because after all, in spite of everything he tried to have a relationship, not cynical but at least detached with his clients. He was and remained basically a romantic. In sexual intercourse he always looked, at least, for a background of sweetness. But above all of mutual respect. 1984 came and his twenty fourth birthday. He held a party at his home, where he invited Miguel, Juan and Pablito, one of his hustler friends. A boy of seventeen, just arrived in Sitges, that he helped to take the first steps and to settle down. He met Pablito the very first evening the boy arrived in Sitges. Jaume, that evening, was strolling, a little after midnight, along the beach. That evening he didn't feel like looking for a client. It was only a short time since Patrick left him, and he was still feeling sad. His hands in his pockets, he walked barely touching the water line, his eyes lost in the darkness of the sea. That velvety blackness from where came faint warm gusts and a rhythmic, muffled sound, like of a deep breathing, fascinated Jaume. The eternal breath of the sea... he thought, enchanted. He felt lowering on him a great peace that little by little seemed to soothe the dull pain that was nested in the bottom of his heart. He stopped. At that point he saw a shadow coming towards him. The silhouette, the gait, made Jaume think that it had to be a boy, young and well shaped. Remaining still, he looked at the boy drawing nearer. Little by little he could catch the details of his figure. When the boy arrived near him, their eyes crossed, then the boy, rather ashamedly, asked: "Do you have a cigarette?" Jaume answered with a smile and offered him one. Then he lit it and the boy put his hand lightly on Jaume's hand, almost as if he wanted to guide the lighter in the right position. Jaume felt that the boy's hand was slightly trembling. Their eyes met again, and Jaume smiled. Then the boy said: "I am Pablo. And you?" "Jaume." "Jaume? Then a Catalan." "Yes. And you are a Castilian, instead." "Yes. You Catalans hate us Castilians, right?" "At times. But I feel it would be difficult to hate you." "Do you think? And why?" "Because you are handsome, but above all, because you have a nice smile." "Thank you. You really are beautiful. But, not always someone who is beautiful is also a respectable guy." "You aren't?" "I hope I am. So you live here? What is your work?" "Yes, I live here. In day time I work as a waiter, and at night I hustle." "A hustler? And you admit it?" "Sure. Are you scandalized?" "No... no no! I too at times hustle... I came here to Sitges because I've heard that here it is easy, there are many tourists full of desire and money... is it so?" "Just arrived?" "Yes, this afternoon." "Did you find some johns, today?" "Not yet. I hoped you could be my first john, but..." "Here on the beach you can pick up little or nothing. You have to go to the clubs. Do you know them?" "No, and then, I have no money. I'm really flat broke." "Just come with me, okay? It's all on me, of course." "Really? All right, thank you." Jaume made Pablito tour Sitges' clubs and introduced him to the owners, managers and to the personnel as his friend. It was one in the morning when Jaume decided to go back home. So, he asked Pablito: "I bet you still don't have a place to sleep." "Right..." "Well, tonight you can sleep at my place. Tomorrow I will take you to a very cheap boarding house, where all the boarders are hustlers. So you'll make friends, and it will be easier for you to enter the circle. Are you coming?" "Thank you. Do you live far from here?" "No, just two blocks." "Alone?" "Sure." "Do you have two beds, or..." "Yes, I have two beds, both very wide. If you like, you can sleep alone." "Or?" "With me, if you prefer." "But you? What would you like?" "With you, possibly. I like you, in spite your being Castilian." Jaume said jokingly. The boy cheerfully answered: "I too like you, in spite your being Catalan. I think it will be better to sleep in the same bed, then." At home, Pablito asked if he could shower. Then reached Jaume in his bed, and they made love until about 3 a.m. Jaume liked the boy's freshness and made love with him in pleasurable abandon, taking his small firm ass, and making Pablito take him. Jaume, little by little took the boy to the maximum pleasure. Pablito was overwhelmed by the emotion, after the long, sweeping intercourse. "Fucking goodness! If you are that way also with your johns, they would all come back to you, after the first time. You are a bomb! I never made love so good, until now!" Jaume smiled at him and ruffled his hair: "No, I'm only that way with those I want to see again." "So, do you want to see me again?" "We will be both too busy with our clients, I'm afraid... and I hope. It is rather rare we hustlers make love among ourselves, do you know?" "Yes, I see. But... any time you feel like it, just whistle, and I'll let go everything and everybody and rush here! I like you really a lot, do you know?" "I too like you. We can possibly meet again... in bed, I mean. But you have first to settle yourself. You can earn lot of money, but it ends also very fast. Let's sleep, now, at 9 I have to wake up to go to work." In the afternoon Jaume took Pablito to Mama Pata's boarding house, and the woman put the boy in one room with three other boys about his age. Jaume lent him the money to pay one week in advance. After that day they met several times. Pablito gave him back his money and wanted also to give him a gift, to express his gratitude. Jaume was lavishing advises on the boy, and Pablito blindly followed them. And a couple of times, they also made love. During the party, Miguel seemed to have eyes only for Pablito - he was evidently entranced by the boy. Pablito reacted to the young man's courting with a coquettish attitude - it was clear that he appreciated it. After a while, Jaume called the boy into the kitchen under the pretext that he needed help, and told him: "If you want, you can take Miguel into the room of mirrors." "Doesn't it bother you?" "Not at all. You both are my friends, and if you'd like to share intimacy for a while... But, don't ask money from Miguel, he is a dear friend." Pablito seemed hurt: "Of course not, who do you think I am?" "OK, sorry. It is just that Miguel is important to me." "You did it with him?" "Sure, many times." "What does he like to do? If you tell me, I'll try to make him happy..." "Discover it by yourself. It is more pleasing that way, isn't it?" They went in the foyer with the ice creams. After the four finished eating it, Pablito stood up and went to whisper something in Miguel's ear. The young man looked at Jaume with interrogative eyes and Jaume made a light assenting nod and smiled. Then Miguel stood up and, in silence, surrounded Pablito's waist with his arm and took him into the room of mirrors. They heard the lock click. Juan looked at Jaume, smiled, then whispered: "All evening, Miguel undressed your friend with his eyes. And finally he is undressing him for real." Jaume nodded with a smile, then said: "Is it OK if I put on some symphonic music?" "Certainly, it's all right. Are you thinking of a musical background for them?" "Yes, the soundtrack. Even if, knowing them both, rock and roll would probably be better." "And... for us, what would be suitable?" Juan asked, with a warm voice. Jaume smiled: "Symphonic music, precisely. Do you want to come with me?" "Yes. I was about to ask you. You are the only one man with which I can make love, do you know? Or rather, with which I desire to make love. And you are the only one with which I did it." "Yes, I know. And yet I cannot understand why. You like girls, and I'm not at all girlish..." "Right, on the contrary, you are really manly, gentle and virile at the same time." "Other men are so. Miguel, for instance, and also Pablito." "Sure, and yet I don't think I could, with them. I mean... I am sure they could make me enjoy.... but I would feel not at ease, I am not attracted to them, the thought of making love with them doesn't arouse me. On the contrary you... I desire you. Also when you penetrate me, nowadays, I feel... right. If I did the same things with another male, on the contrary, I would feel... it's faggot. But not with you. Isn't it weird? Funny? I must have some screws loose..." "Yes, indeed! But, when you fuck with a girl, do you ever fancy a male?" "Of course not. I enjoy that girl." "And when you do it with me?" "Well, then I think about you and enjoy you. And now I want you. Feel here how hard it is!" "When you do it with me, you never thing about a girl?" "How could I, with your tool pistoning between my buttocks?" "Well, but when it is you to take me?" "Neither. I like touching, looking and feeling you so manly! It is a different thing, do you see? I like making you enjoy, and watching you enjoy. And I like the way you make me enjoy. With you, I feel all right." "Yes, I know, and yet am not able to understand. If you were a bisexual, you would feel the same also with other males..." "No, I would be terribly ashamed. With you it is different. We know each other so deeply. You have been the first and only male of my life. In front of you, I like to undress, I like the way you look at me, you touch me. I like to look at you, to touch you. With another male I would really be ashamed." They went to Jaume's bed room and they started to make love. Juan in bed was more and more uninhibited and more and more skilled. And had for Jaume a sweet tenderness. In the morning they were woke up by Pablito who brought them a coffee in bed. After showering and dressing, the four friends met in the kitchen for breakfast. Then Miguel and Juan said good bye and went back to Barcelona. Pablito went out with Jaume and saw him to La Brasa. "I like your friend Miguel. He is a right guy." "All my friends are right guys." "Me too?" "Sure. You are my friend, therefore..." "It's great being your friend. The boys, at the clubs, only have good words about you. Even the most venomous or gossipy ones, I never heard them make a bad remark about you. I think you are the most esteemed boy in all Sitges." "So much the better. I am lucky." "No, I don't think it's luck. The fact is that you are kind with everybody, you have the right word for anybody, you are ready for whoever needs help, advise, support. You are a right man." "But no, I'm just... me. I also fight who makes me mad." "Yes, Xavier told me that once you gave him a good thrashing." "Did he tell you also the reason?" "Yes. And I told him that you did right to beat him. And he answered that it was so." "Poor Xavier... But I think it was good for him..." "I too feel so. You, here in Sitges, are a kind of leader, I discovered." "Me? Go on! I never give orders to any body, do I?" "No, it's true. But when you say something, it is that way. Everybody listen to you. Marcel says that you are the king of Sitges." Jaume smiled and shook his head. They were now in front of La Brasa, they said good bye. Pablito went to make some purchases, then to the Reflejos to see if any colleagues were there, in spite of the fact it was early. Here he met Carlos and Jorje. Sat at their table and chatted with them. Carlos was saying that he had found an empty flat behind the station: "It's nice. If four of us rent, we can afford it. There are two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen and a bathroom. We can sleep all four in one room and keep the other bedroom and the living room to receive our clients who don't have their place. We can take turns dividing the house chores. What do you think?" "I would like it, you know it. And you, Pablito?" "Well, yes... but who would be the fourth?" "We can ask to Marcel, he is a good boy." Jorje said. "Yes, but he is not too clean... I wouldn't like to have to clean also his place..." Carlos objected. "Esteban, then?" "No, not him. I never could get on well with him. Or him with me." Pablito said. "Then I prefer you, Pablito. Who can we ask, then?" "Tony?" "Tony? Well, could be OK..." "No, not Tony, I don't trust him. I am not sure, but they say that when he can lay hands..." "What's up, Jorje, are you afraid he can try to take you?" "No, not me, I wish he would! But the clients wallet. I don't want to risk having the police searching our home." Jorje objected. The other two boys laughed but nodded yes. They continued to talk. While they were still discussing the fourth boy, the door opened and a boy entered. The three friends stopped talking at once and looked at him, fascinated. And not just them, but several other clients of the Reflejos. He looked around 18, slender, tall, his body wrapped in a lilac T shirt and jeans of the same color, tight, emphasizing an athletic and well proportioned body. His head was surrounded by an aureole made of a thick helmet of blond curls, with the warm nuance of ancient gold. His eyes, a light blue - violet, like a sky of late Spring, scanned the club and, noticed the many eyes staring at him, lowered and the boy lightly, charmingly blushed. He went to the counter and, with a low warm voice, asked a beer. "Fucking heavens! So then, angels really exists" Carlos whispered expressing everybody's thoughts. "It seems so. Even if the basket filling his fly doesn't seem so spiritual. He must have a good 8 inches at least, I could bet!" Jorje exclaimed. "Do you think only about that?" Carlos asked giggling. "Why, don't you? Wouldn't you like to fuck with that angel?" Pablito asked. "No, he is my age! You know that I only like mature men, don't you? From 35 on." Jorje answered. "Well, me too, from 25 on... But with him I would be ready to do it immediately, right here. He really seems the Prince Charming of fairy tales!" Pablito said, then added "Rather, do you know what I tell you? I'll try." "But possibly he is not gay, and even if he is, perhaps he doesn't like hustlers. He really doesn't need to pay, one like him..." Carlos said. Pablito stood up: "Anyway, I'll try, and I'll even do it for free, if it is the case. Bye, handsome!" And went to the counter, sitting on the stool near the newcomer. "Hello, I am Pablo. Are you foreign?" he said with his best smile to the boy, holding out his hand. The boy looked at him, at first hesitant, then returning the smile, shook hands with Pablito and, in broken Spanish said: "Good morning. I am Kiril. I am Ukrainian. Do you speak English?" "No, and neither Ukrainish. But you speak Spanish, don't you?" "Little little. Can I offer you drink?" "Thank you, beer for me too." ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9 ----------------------------- 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 ---------------------------