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, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
THE KING OF SITGES by Andrej Koymasky © 2018
written on 12 Th. of February 1991
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Tal 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 become 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 an auxiliary waiter, so that the boy could get some on the job training. Jaume was charming in his new uniform – tight black trousers, a wide white shirt, a short black vest and a soft red velvet bow tie 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 provided by the restaurant owner. There were three beds and 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 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 bring his clients, he could earn even more. He needed 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 d”Angel Vidal, he noticed that a nice boy, a very seductive 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 a lot of exchaged glances between each other, stood up from his seat; and approached the boy.
Bending lightly towards him and smiling, he 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 out laughing. 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 come 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 meet. Jaume found a rich and pleasant john. But two evenings later, Jaume followed Alvino to his hotel. They both had a great desire for each other. They undressed one another 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. izmit escort 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 many of the tips 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 a 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 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 also want 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 trouble.”
When Alvino went back to Madrid, Jaume pondered several ideas and started immediately to move in the direction pointed out 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 de 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 theatre, now retired. The apartment now for sale, belonged to the old pharmacist of Avinguda de Sofia. But when the old man died, his son decided to sell the apartment since he lived with his family in a bigger and 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. All the furniture was included in the price, but he saw that he would keep only a few pieces. All the walls would have to be repainted. He would keep only the beautiful old 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 replace it with a wide shower cubicle, 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 view 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 million. 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 yahya kaptan escort 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 had to go to sleep later, but anyway seldom after 3 a.m. and he could have at least six full hours 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 New Year”s Day, 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 something non alcoholic. On me, if you allow me.”
Jaume accepted, with a little 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 a waiter at the restaurant La Brasa.”
“I never ate there. Do you like your job?”
“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 he 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 with Jaume”s body, he 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 nasty 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 gebze escort 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 only with allusions, without ever using a single vulgar word. He was right: the man was even more excited; believing he was making the boy feel 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 would 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 into 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 shouting 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.
He told 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 firmer, 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 a litany.
Jaume was back home before it was one o”clock. He took a shower and went to sleep satisfied, not so much because of the sex he”d had, but for the 12,000 pesetas he had in his wallet. His two room mates were already fast asleep.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4
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