Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 22:46:35 +0900 From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com> Subject: King of Sitges 09 ---------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- NINTH Jaume looked at Mario. After making love, he grew drowsy. He really was a handsome man, very sensual. And he was able to make love in a very good way. Mario was not the first Italian with which he made love. He liked Italians, and as they were Mediterraneans like the Catalans there was possibly a peculiar feeling. Mario was a steward for Alitalia, on vacation for one month. Jaume hoped to meet him again. The naked body of the man lay, abandoned, his now soft member rested on the thick bush of dark brown hairs of his pubes. The chest, slightly hairy like his legs, rhythmically rose and fell. The man's face was lightly contracted, like that of an upset, or perhaps just frowned, child. And yet, just a few minutes before, that body now softly abandoned, towered over Jaume, powerful and glorious, full of strength and desire, but at the same time full of attention for the object of his desire. An object, sure. Jaume knew he was just an object, for his clients. Possibly precious, even desired, often treated with a mix of care and attention, at times even affection, but anyway just a sexual object. Something from which to get pleasure. This didn't offend Jaume, after all he chose to be an object, to sell his beauty, his sensuality, his body. But neither he was happy. When the client, besides desire and passion, showed to him a little bit of affection, of tenderness, of care, he greedily drank it, almost like a thirsty man discovering in a desert a tiny water spring, perhaps even muddy, and hurls himself on it, lying on his belly, and quenches his thirst, at least for one moment. But what Jaume dreamed about, was a perpetual spring of fresh and clear water, even if he knew that it would not be easy to find it in the desert of prostitution, even if it was a luxury and elegant prostitution. He had to keep out of his head these illusions, he sadly thought. He had had enough with the three disappointment he had in love... he didn't want to receive any more of them. Mario moved on the bed, with a low moan, then half opened his eyes and saw Jaume's intense gaze. "I fell asleep, didn't I? It happens to me, after making love, especially if I am satisfied. Come nearer, I want to feel you again..." Jaume sat on the bed, near the man: "So, did you like it?" asked him. "Sure. You are the best boy I ever made love with. And you are so beautiful!" "Did you have many boys?" "Yes, a lot indeed. But you really are exceptional. Do you know that I could even fall in love with you?" "With a hustler?" "With you. You are really beautiful... and sweet. It's a pity I will stay here just one month." Mario sighed sitting up and bending to suck the boy's nipple. "What are you doing? Starting again?" Jaume asked, quivering. "Why not? You really are desirable. I feel like licking you all, then to take you again. You made me crazy, boy!" "I'm no longer a boy. I am twenty four." "Ten years younger than me. You have a splendid body and a wonderful little ass. Who knows how many men said that to you, isn't it true?" "Yes it is true. But is always a pleasure hearing it again. But you too are very well shaped, and skilled in bed. Do you have a steady lover?" "Yes, in Milan. He is twenty eight, and we have been together for ten years." "Ten years? How beautiful... Isn't he jealous? You possibly have a boy in each town you land in..." "No, he isn't. It is enough for him if I don't have another boy in Milan and surroundings." "You are lucky. It is fine to know that somebody is waiting for you..." "It's true. Don't you have a steady boyfriend?" "Me? With my life? Who could possibly want a hustler as a lover?" "A boy like you? Me, for instance. But I'd ask you to stop, that's true." "Would you be jealous?" "Not of a few adventures. But if I knew that my boyfriend sells himself as a job, to the first man... Oh, sorry, I was not saying about you, I don't have any right to offend you!" Jaume lightly laughed: "No, it's all right, I understood." "Wouldn't you like to have a lover? A steady boyfriend, I mean." "Yes, sure. But I don't hope for it, at least while I continue to hustle. I don't hope it and I don't look for it. Too many disappointments." "So, then, you did try." "Yes, but I gave up. And when I stop hustling, I will be too old to hope to find somebody to fall in love with me." "I don't think so, you know? On the contrary I believe it would be easy to fall in love with you. Besides having a really wonderful body, my feeling is that you are also very beautiful inside. And this doesn't change with age. If I didn't have my Pippo, and if I could stay here longer than just one month, I really think I would kidnap you!" Jaume laughed and Mario too. They kissed. Mario pushed the boy against the mattress, went on him with his body and they started again to make love. When Jaume felt that the man was again fully aroused, spread his legs offering himself, and Mario took him again with renewed ardor. Jaume welcomed in himself the strong and hot rod of the man, with an intense pleasure, enjoying the powerful and passionate thrusts of Mario. Their bodies quivered in unison, giving and receiving pleasure at the same time. Jaume felt subdued by the smile lingering on the man's face while the man took him. Jaume thought that he would have liked being kidnapped by that man, to become his lover. But at once he chased away that thought, and reminded himself that the glorious stallion was nothing more than an agreeable client. This thought didn't prevent Jaume having a second orgasm, stronger and more beautiful than the first one, as soon as he felt Mario filling him with waves and waves of hot sperm, in long and strong pleasure spasms. Mario relaxed on him and kissed him again for a long while, caressing Jaume's sides, while the boy caressed his back and firm buttocks. They remained so, until their breaths were back to a normal rhythm, and Mario's member, going back to its rest dimensions, withdrew from the warm receptacle that he twice invaded and conquered. "A shower?" Jaume asked, almost at half voice. Mario, smiling, answered: "Yes, but not together." "But... why?" the boy asked, sincerely amazed. "Because definitely you would make me desire to take you again, don't you understand?" "Well, why not? I am game." "Do you want to see me dead? I've never did it three times in a row!" "There is always a first time, right?" "And then, I have to pay you three times?" Mario jokingly asked. "No, it's on the house!" Jaume serious answered, pushing the man towards the shower. While they were washing each other and a new erection was appearing between their legs, Mario said: "I would like to come here, to meet you, every evening. But I cannot afford spending so much every day, even if you are worth each peseta, or rather, a lot more." "If you now make again love with me, it will be three times at the price of one. So, then, you can pay me even once every three days... It will be fine, with me." "And if tonight we make love four times?" the man asked with a cunning air. "Then you'll pay me once every four times." Jaume answered smiling, then added: "I like you. If only you come again, you can also pay me just once every five times, even without doing it five times tonight. Are you game?" "It's an invitation to a wedding party! But if you always do this, you will not earn your day." "Don't worry. This is a special offer I do only to men I like a lot. And I like you very very much, you are a fabulous male. Therefore, you buy five and pay one. Just for you." Mario made the boy turn around under the water and took him again, from his back, while his hands roamed on the chest, belly and genitals of Jaume in a frenzy of passion. Jaume liked the way Mario entered in him, slowly but with vigor at the same time, then how the man fucked him with skillful and calibrated pushes. It was evident that Mario was not just looking for his own pleasure, but also for the boy's pleasure, and this was even more appreciable because the boy was, after all, just a rent boy. This time both needed more time to reach their orgasm, both because it was the third time and because the water, even if enhanced the pleasurable sensations, slowed down the inevitable explosion. But when at last they cum, it was really beautiful. "Mario, you are fantastic." "You too, my boy! I feel completely emptied now. Really, you want me dead. It will be better if we get dressed again, now." "Are you afraid I'll want to start again?" "No, not you. I'm afraid I'll want to start again. To then collapse dead from an infarct. You are too beautiful, too exciting. If you really were my lover, you would have to take out a large life insurance policy on me - you would find yourself very rich after a few weeks!" They dressed again, chatted a while in the foyer sipping some liqueur, then Mario said good bye with a long kiss, making an appointment for the day after. All month long, Mario never missed an evening, even if they made love just once per night. For both it was a very beautiful month, and when the time to bid farewell came, both felt a sense of regret. "Will you write me, Jaume?" Mario asked him, leaning from the window of the bus taking him at Barcelona airport. "I don't know, I don't think so. You have your Pippo, I have my life. Pippo is lucky to have a lover like you." "Anybody who could have a lover like you, will be lucky." "My destiny is not to have lovers, as I explained to you." "It's not a sure thing, and I hope I'm right. You deserve more than just a life as an hustler. You are different from all the other hustlers I met, you have a heart lot more beautiful than your body. You are thirsty with love, my boy. Don't die of thirst, please. You don't deserve that." "You are wrong. I must make my heart to shut up. For a hustler, to have a heart, is a luxury he cannot afford." "No, that's not true. And you know that very well, don't lie to yourself. And I will write to you once in a while, to remind you of this. If you wish, you do not have to answer my letters, but I'll write to you, I promise." "Several said so. But then, not even a post card." "You'll see!" was the last word that Mario shouted him while the bus was leaving. After Mario's departure, Jaume resumed his usual life style. The same evening he went to the Money, in Carrer San Francesc. Here he met Pablito. "Hey, look who's showing up again! You disappeared from the scene. Too much work?" Pablito asked him with a smile. "An exclusive client. A wonderful Italian." "Ah, good. For sure, you milked him well, for a full month!" Jaume smiled and shaking his head no: "All for a reasonable price. I liked him too much. You, on the other hand, how are you?" "Fine, really fine. I pulled off two big strokes with two rich Americans, and then lot of normal johns. One of the two Americans even give me this nice gold watch, look! Fine, isn't it? Beside the normal price, of course. Ah, and then I moved. I don't live any more to Mama Pata's. We rent an apartment in Carrer Lluna, four of us. It is not expensive and we are more free. We can bring our clients there in turn, every other day. So we can earn more money, because we tell the clients that it is not our house and that we have to pay for the room, so we milk them for some more money." "Four of you? With whom did you rent it?" "Jorje, Carlos, and a new one." "He's a hustler too, I guess." "Sure, and he does good business - he is beautiful like an angel." "What's the name of this angel? where does he come from?" "His name is Kiril... thingamajig, an impossible last name. He was born in Boston, but his family fled from Ukraine. Really likable, beautiful, sexy... to die for!" "Where does he hustle?" "He doesn't have a fixed place, somewhat like you. At times also here." "Do you do pool all your money?" "No, each of us gives a fixed amount for common expenses. But for the rest, everyone is on their own. Shifts in the kitchen and for house cleaning. Not bad at all. And at times, also some extras amongst us. Kiril in bed is a bombshell. You see him and he seems as innocent as an altar-boy, but he makes love like the most experienced of us boys. He has a sweeping sensuality! If he finds a rich john, he can retire for life." "And why did he leave Boston?" "I don't know exactly. For what I understand, several things all together. To get away from a too suspecting family, a love disappointment, desire to travel... Carlos lost his head for him, but it seems that Kiril is not interested in him. Jorje instead is not really interested in Kiril, you know he likes mature men, Kiril is too young for him. Myself, I like him a lot, and at times he accepts to do it with me. When he is not too tired from work." "What's his age?" "Seventeen, eighteen in May." "A kid!" "Well, I too was a kid when we met, and he is just two years younger than me. Moreover, he doesn't have the body of a kid, he is beautiful, well developed. He seems like a classical statue. And his cock is a good 8 inches as Carlos guessed." Jaume laughed: "Did you measure it?" "Sure, almost one inch longer than mine. But above all, he knows very well how to use it. But he is skilled with everything - hands, mouth, each inch of his dream body. I think he is the only one, after you, that makes me lose my head. You remain unbeatable, but he follows you hot on your heels!" Jaume laughed again: "You made me curious. I would like to meet him. Do you know where he goes, tonight?" "No, he changes every night. For sure not at El Candil, not at the Mediterraneo." "Ah, really? And why?" "He always asks us three where we go, because he says that it is not good to compete amongst ourselves. For us that's fair, rather, it's better this way. Hey, Jaume, there is a john that's been staring at us for a while. It's better to part. See you in a few days. Bye, handsome!" "I'll leave. You can remain here. See you, Pablito, soon." Jaume went to the Trailer, because he felt like dancing. In the disco he received two proposals, but let them both off, because he didn't physically like either of them. It was now late and he wanted just to go back home and to sleep. Along the way he recalled Mario, who left that morning. It's a pity he ended his vacations, Jaume thought. With him he earned little money, it was true, but he felt really good. But, if the man had remained longer, Jaume risked falling in love with him. Therefore it was better he had leave. The next day, at the restaurant, a client let him understand he wanted to pick him up. It seldom happened, but it did happened that he received proposals at his work place. But he never accepted them, he didn't want to mix the two jobs, especially now that he was chief-waiter. Once, even one of the waiters courted him, but he at once discouraged him, even if he liked the boy, after all. And if, as frequently happened, one of his clients went to eat there at La Brasa, Jaume treated him as if he didn't know him, and usually his clients were grateful for that, and gave him very good tips. During the afternoon break, coming out from his languages lesson, Jaume met Pablito: "Hi, where are you going?" He asked the boy. "To buy some trousers at the JP shop. If you come with me, you can meet Kiril, we going to meet there because he too needs to buy something." Jaume looked at his watch: "Yes, I have some time. I'm willingly come to see this angel landed on earth!" In front of the shop there was a tall, lean, blond and curly boy who was looking at the shop windows. "Here he is, Kiril. Isn't he beautiful?" Pablito asked while they were approaching. Jaume admitted: "From the back, he is well shaped." "Then, wait until you see his face! And look at the basket he has between his legs - it is a paradise promise..." Jaume smiled. Pablito called to his friend who turned with a smile. Jaume felt like a dagger had pierced his heart - the boy was really beautiful, he never seen anyone like him before. He barely heard his friend introducing them. Kiril now was looking Jaume in his eyes, always smiling, and was offering his hand. They shook hands and Jaume felt an electric shock passing through his entire body, originated by that formal contact, that, started in his hand, went along his arm to then divide in two waves, one breaking in his head, and the other lowering down in his body, to his feet. The hand shake lasted a little more than usual and the two boys were looking into each other's eyes, totally absorbed, both like magnetized. Pablito laughed aloud: "Hey, you two! What's up? Come down to earth again!" Jaume shook and murmured: "Pleased to meet you, Kiril..." and almost unwillingly, retracted his hand. "The pleasure is mine, Jaume. Pablito and the other friends told me about you but... you surpass any description!" Pablito went between the two and pushed them inside the shop. Kiril started to look at the suits while Pablito was choosing his trousers. The blond boy turned towards Jaume and almost in a whisper, said: "I have to buy a summer suit, I have nothing. What do you think of this one?" Jaume looked at him from head to toe, looked at the suit, then said: "No... Look rather to this light blue suit. It has to fit you nicely. The clear blue and the blond of your hair... a real prince charming. Moreover, this suit has a more wrapping line, makes show up better your perfect shape, for the joy of the eyes of the people looking at you. You will have just to make it probably fit in some points, here they do it, and it will be a second skin." Kiril lightly blushed at the intense look that Jaume made flow all long his body: "Perhaps you are right, I must look handsome, for work..." "Oh, you would be splendid even with the wrong clothes. But even better without clothes on you." Jaume whispered to him, his voice lightly made hoarse, while he was aware that his body was reacting to Kiril's beauty. "If you think this is better, I'll buy it." "Try it." "I don't think I'll need to try, it is right my size." "Try it, please." Jaume insisted with so much warmth in his voice that Kiril again lightly blushed. But the boy nodded in assent, took the suit from the displayed hang and asked to the shop assistant, that was eating him with his eyes, where he could go to change. After a while Kiril come out. Pablito emitted a long and low admiration whistle. Jaume just nodded, his eyes wide, then said: "You are perfect, wonderful. You don't even need to have it fixed. It seems cut expressly on you." Kiril, to hide a new blushing, went rapidly back to change again his clothes. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10 ----------------------------- 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 ---------------------------