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 whom he had 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 resting on the thick bush of dark brown hair of his pubes. The chest, slightly hairy like his legs, rhythmically rose and fell. The man's face was lightly contracted, like an upset, or frowning 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 him a little bit of affection, of tenderness, of care, he greedily lapped it up, almost like a thirsty man discovering a tiny oasis in the desert, and even though muddy, he hurls himself on it, lying on his belly, and quenches his thirst, at least for the 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 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 thought unhappily. He had had enough with the three disappointments he had in love... he didn't want to endure any more.
Mario moved on the bed, made a low moan, then half opened his eyes and noticed 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, next to the man: "So, did you like it?" he asked him.
"Sure. You are the best boy I ever made love with. And you are so beautiful!"
"Have you had many boys?"
"Yes, a lot indeed. But you really are exceptional. Do you know 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 over, 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 it is always a pleasure hearing it again. 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."
"You are lucky. It is fine to know that somebody is waiting for you..."
"That'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 chuckled, "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 for 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 and climbed on top of him, they started to make love again. When Jaume felt that the man was fully aroused, he spread his legs, offering himself. Mario took him again with renewed ardor. Jaume welcomed the strong, hot rod of the man entering him, with an intense pleasure, he was 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 top of him and kissed him again for a long while, caressing Jaume's sides, while the boy caressed his back and firm buttocks. They remained like that until their breathing was 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, rather surprised.
"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 done it three times in a row!"
"There is always a first time, right?"
"And then, I have to pay you three times?" Mario joked.
"No, it's on the house!" Jaume answered quite seriously, pushing the man towards the shower.
While they were washing each other and a new erection was growing 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 make love with me now, it will be three times for the price of one. So, then, you can pay me 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 for 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 behind, while his hands roamed across the chest, belly and genitals of Jaume in a frenzy of passion. Jaume liked the way Mario entered him, slowly but with vigour at the same time, then how the man fucked him with skilful 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 it enhanced the pleasurable sensations, slowed down the inevitable explosion. But when at last they came, 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 now."
"Are you afraid I'll want to start again?"
"No, not you. I'm afraid I'll want to start again. Then I'll drop dead from a heart attack. 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, chatted a while in the foyer sipping some liqueur, then Mario said goodbye with a long kiss, making an appointment for tomorrow.
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 to 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 a hustler. You are different from all the other hustlers I've met, you have a heart which is even 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 closed. 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 people have said that. But then, not even a postcard."
"You'll see!" was the last word that Mario shouted 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 de Sant 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 shook his head : "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 a lot of normal johns. One of the two Americans even gave 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 at Mama Pata's. We rent an apartment in Carrer de la Lluna, four of us. It is not expensive and we are freer. We can take 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?"
"Jorge, Carlos, and a new kid."
"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 the Ukraine. Really likable, beautiful, sexy... to die for!"
"Where does he hustle?"
"He doesn't have a fixed place, somewhat like you. At times here."
"Do you pool all your money?"
"No, each of us gives a fixed amount for shared 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. From 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 over him, but it seems that Kiril is not interested in him. Jorge 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, every 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 hot on your heels!"
Jaume laughed again: "You've made me curious. I would like to meet him. Do you know where he's going, tonight?"
"No, he changes every night. For sure not at El Candil, not at the Mediterráneo."
"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 soon, Pablito."
Jaume went to the Trailer, because he felt like dancing. In the disco he received two proposals, but let them both go, because he didn't physically like either of them. It was now late and he just wanted to go back home and sleep. Along the way he recalled Mario, who had left that morning. It's a pity he ended his vacation, 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 left.
The following day, at the restaurant, a client let him understand he wanted to pick him up. It seldom happened, but it did happen 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. And if, as frequently happened, one of his clients went to eat 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 language 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 are going to meet there because he too needs to buy something."
Jaume looked at his watch: "Yes, I have some time. I want to see this angel landed on earth!"
In front of the shop there was a tall, lean, blond and curly haired boy who was looking at the shop window.
"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 promise of paradise..."
Jaume smiled. Pablito called to his friend who turned smiling. Jaume felt like a dagger had pierced his heart - the boy was really beautiful, he had never seen anyone like him before. He barely heard his friend introducing them. Kiril was looking at Jaume, in his eyes, always smiling, and offering his hand. They shook hands and Jaume felt an electric shock passing through his entire body, with the touch of that formal contact, it started in his hand, went along his arm divide in two waves, one breaking in his head, and the other lower down in his body, to his feet. The handshake 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 his other friends told me about you but... you surpass any description!"
Pablito moved 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 at 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 better cut, it will show off better your perfect shape, for the joy of the eyes of the people looking at you. You will just need it adjusted a little, they will do that here, and it will be like a second skin."
Kiril blushed a little at the intense look that Jaume glided over 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 my size."
"Try it, please." Jaume insisted with so much warmth in his voice that Kiril blushed again.
But the boy nodded in assent, took the suit from the hanger and asked the shop assistant, who was devouring him with his eyes, where he could go to change. After a while Kiril came out. Pablito emitted a long and low whistle in admiration.
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 for you."
Kiril, to hide a new blushing, went rapidly back to change again his clothes.