Finally, Jaume was eighteen.
Wednesday, the first of March, he immediately went to the bank to get his loan, and withdrew all his savings. He had already prepared all the necessary documents. Then, with a Cashier's check for three million in his pocket, he lost no time in going to see the owner of the apartment. 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 old bookshelves, a nice desk and some chairs. He looked at his watch and realised he needed to hurry to get to work. He would return later in the afternoon to move his few belongings in, and start to rearrange things.
First of all, he had to thoroughly clean everything. Then, one room after the other, he had to refurbish it. The floors, in matt 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. Simply by doing that, the apartment already took on 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, pots and pans for the kitchen, the bed and bath linen and curtains for the windows. He wanted fine pieces, 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 deferred payment plan. He saved the necessary money, then went back to buy it.
He slept in his new apartment from the first day, for the first month camping 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 up and furnished. Next he wanted to fix the ambiance of the roof garden on the veranda, into which looked both the alcove and his bedroom door-windows. Then he wanted to redo the kitchen, his bedroom, and lastly, the small room with solarium and gym equipment. 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 shipbuilders. 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 to meet him again. Jaume gave him his card, asking only that he call in the morning between 9 and 9:30.
Jaume really liked to watch the reflections in those eight mirrors, tens of Jaumes bending between the legs of tens of Greek demigods, sucking tens of erect and throbbing members. He was terribly aroused. And also his client was visibly pleased to look at the kaleidoscope of erotic 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 "Garçons de Rêves" together, half lying on the alcove bed. Soon they 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 one another 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, sometimes 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 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 bookshelves 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. Overall, Jaume had a rather intense life, fast paced and very occupied.
Nowadays he picked his clients in just 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 Mediterráneo. But the ones he most preferred were the Reflejos and the Coffee Shop of Elsa. He avoided the Chez Antonio, because there were too many cheap hustlers. At times he picked his clients in the discos, like the Club 33 and even more at the Trailer. He seldom went to the sauna, and if he did it was always in the afternoons. 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 having a sauna.
In his free days, when the weather was nice, he went to the Playa del Muerto, on the second small beach, where he discovered a likable gay nudist ambiance. At times 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 some of his clients on that beach, He would stop to chat, had he found them to be 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, when he learnt that Miguel was gay, stayed friends, but 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 very amusing and he accepted at once, fixing a meeting. Miguel would bring Juan to Sitges on the 12th of September, a free day for Jaume. They would meet at the Mediterráneo, in Carrer de Sant 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 contact with the client. So he could start an interesting conversation with his client and ask for explanations on those points his documentation lacked or were not well developed and that his client knew well. Normally, this drew his partner in...
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.
He 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 to the book he was reading. So Jaume, talking about it, thumbed through it almost absent mindedly 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 about military customs in history. After a while Miguel, winked at Jaume behind 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 goodbye 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 on, it's not that far."
Juan followed him. Of course he knew why the boy had 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, would intimidate him. Therefore, passing through his bedroom, he would take Juan in the garden greenhouse, 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 bookshelves.
"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 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 bedroom. Juan, seeing the wide king-size bed, thought they had arrived, but Jaume led him across the room and took him onto 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 knew perfectly how and where to touch a male to arouse him, so he continued for a while. 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 slowly, but more and more arousing the young man, giving him time to get used to being touched in such an intimate way by another male. Jaume had yet to undress, because, until Juan was fully aroused, the closeness 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, he 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 now with one hand, then with the other, he continued to caress Juan on his member, on his chest, on his belly, and 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, skilfully 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 anaesthetic 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 not 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 vigour, until Jaume unloaded inside Juan with a few strong pushes, enjoying being 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 I know did it so skilfully 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 in your ass? 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 dominate 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 to be 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, sometime. 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..."