Then a 60-year-old man with his 20-year-old fair boyfriend arrived. The old man liked to watch. They both enjoyed me washing the boy’s perfect ass and he spread his legs wide for his old man’s amusement.
They returned just before closing time and the old man left us alone. There was no pretense at a massage; the boy laid on his stomach legs stretched wide apart, lifting his ass to my soapy fingers, his anus open like a pink flower. He wanted violent contact. Me kneeling above him facing his feet, he pulled my ass onto his face while raising his genitals for me. I sucked his dick and balls, bit the base of his dick and it became very thick and hard. With my left hand exploring his ass I wanked and sucked him, while he continued sucking my ass. We were engaged like wrestlers and he came immediately. At that moment Vangelis opened the door to tell us that the Hamam was closed. The boy stood smiling; his legs apart, his stocky muscular body reminded me of a small powerful bear.
Sunday, we opened for two hours only today and we didn’t tell D. Tassos. Vangelis told me that every time he tells Tassos to stop washing dicks and he replies, ‘I don’t, and what about Seb, he’s getting into bed with them.’
I answered, ‘How does he know? I don’t give sex shows, but that pousti never stops.’
‘Come off it Seb, you’re no angel.’
So, I replied, ‘I tell you everything that happens and I am very careful, but I do know that I’ve made mistakes.’ I continued, ‘Anyway you spy on me all the time from behind the door, so you know everything that goes on.’ I massaged several couples in the women section and felt truly professional.
Tonight, Claire got me to carry a pine table from the rubbish to her house. She wanted me to ‘Grain’ it, to look like pine. Luke arrived and she asked him, “do not put Seb off by talking too much.’ So, he talked twice as much and Claire left in disgust, but I forget why.
Luke found a porn channel because he was determined to show me a video of a woman shitting a football. I couldn’t work out what I was looking at and then he found a woman being fucked by a huge dick up both holes. He failed to turn the sound down and when Claire returned she could hear it in the street. She was very upset being not only disgusted but also humiliated. I escaped, leaving Claire in tears and Luke looking shell shocked as usual.
June 25, 2009:
Today, Tassos massaged a very fat man for two hours then two beautiful Nordic boys arrived. I chose the most vulnerable. He enjoyed a sensual massage but with no hint of sex. Afterwards he lay on the floor, his hands behind his head smiling at me. I swilled water over his body and told him to relax while I went to check on his friend. I caught Tassos rinsing soap off a very big erection and told my client ‘Ok, it’s safe to join your friend now.’
July 12, 2009:
This morning, I walked into the main cool room and through the door of my old room I saw an English man with his face buried between Tasso’s legs. Tassos was sitting on the floor wanking the Englishman’s flaccid dick. I shouted, “For fucks sake if you have to have sex, at least hide around the corner. It’s not a fucking sex show.” Dirty Tassos looked as if he had been caught picking flowers and was accused of stealing them. The Englishman, a lower working class man from the midlands, looked defiant. I hope his fat ugly wife finds out that he’s been sucking an old Greek hunchback’s dick.
Last night, I watched three interviews with Michael Jackson on television in Claire’s house. He is a compulsive liar but only to maintain his self-image. The sad thing about ‘Peter Pan’ was that he was unable to grow up. Michael was once a good looking black boy who tried to turn himself into Peter Pan at great expense and now insists on denying it. Luke arrived and I nodding at the screen and said, ‘Poor sod.’ Luke who never actually tunes into any situation replied, ‘Well I never did like him’ with all the over tones of prejudice. This is the man who insists on showing porn to a woman who hates it and to an old man who hasn’t got a clue what he is looking at.
July 22, 2009:
Yesterday was unfortunate but interesting. Early in the morning before Tassos’s arrival, a very beautiful couple from Belgium came and booked a massage. They were so much alike; they could easily have been brother and sister. The man spoke to me as we entered the changing room but I didn’t catch what he said. He stripped off in one minute and then stood facing me naked. He is tall, fair with ‘Brad Pit’ good looks and a superb body.
He lay face down in the cool room and I was free to study him at my leisure. He has a vertical spine, flat between his shoulder blades and a beautiful long ass, like two melons. His legs are long and superbly muscled. He resembled those idealized statues of young men in Hitler’s Germany. Only his feet were less than perfect, being damaged by shoes and having some fungal infection causing dry cracked skin. I scrubbed and massage him and he relaxed very quickly. I detected his susceptibility to sensuality but he offered no grey areas for the possibility of exploration or my curiosity.
He turned over and seemed to have no problems with the fact that his dick was tumescent and lolling generously to one side. His shaved balls rested on his muscular thighs and his blonde pubic hair was trimmed to a neat shape. I finished the massage and since the Hamam was still empty I continued to increase his levels of sensuality.
As I progressed down his body to his curvaceous thighs he moved them apart imperceptibly inviting access to the very sensitive muscle down the inside. His penis began to elevate itself so I sat between his rising dick and the main door. I noticed a change in his heart rate and breathing. I avoided his nipples and inner thighs and caressed only his lean loins and flat stomach. I think the most beautiful sight in the world must be a perfectly formed man with a sturdy erection.
I had noticed Vangelis spying on me from behind the door. I believed he understood the situation and I raised one eye brow and carried on. I appreciated the French man now rigid erection, it is thick at the base and the foreskin was beginning to slide from his glans, it was thick and creamy like the petal of a magnolia and his glans a deep pink.
I realized that he was hovering, like a hawk on the very brink of its stoop. I was not sure what to do and waited for the moment to pass, but his body stiffened, and like a volcano the pressure was becoming too high to be contained and eruption was inevitable. Never have I known an orgasm take such control of a person. Resisting the inevitable was causing his whole body to shake with involuntary spasms.
I filled my left hand with shampoo and cupped his balls and then with my right hand I encircled his dick without holding it. Caressing his balls triggered the inevitable ejaculation. His eruption flung great blobs of semen as I supported his vertical dick. His ejaculate issued and spat like lava, flowing over his stomach and my hand. It was a long time before the final spasm. I released his balls and rested my hand on his thigh.
He moved my hand with distaste. I had scooped his semen from his torso and smoothed it over my body. Sensing a situation, I whispered, ‘I will rinse you down. Don’t move’ and I poured warm water over him making sure every trace of semen was washed from the fair hairs down his stomach and left him to recover.
He stood up and standing together we shared something but briefly. I know that commenting is a mistake but I complimented him on his perfect body, just as Vangelis appeared at the door. Vangelis told us to hurry up because he had another client waiting. I sensed a degree of anger from him and disquiet from my client. Apologizing, I put his flip flops against the wall so he could just slip his feet into them. Feeling a moment of intimacy, I suggested that he relax on the heated floor in the main room.
Five minutes later my client left, he did not acknowledge me but departed hurriedly with his head down. I finished the second massage, a heavy Greek in his late 40s with a gross erection, and then went to rest on my new sun bed. Vangelis got it for me and I paid. Much later, while dozing I heard raised voices. This is Greece and Greeks being genetically deaf shout a lot but I discovered later that I was the cause for all the commotion.
My last ‘Brad Pit look alike�
�� returned to the Hamam to kill me. He had told his girlfriend something and it seems that he hates all gays. I said to Vangelis, ‘As you well know I did nothing, but that Belgium had an orgasm.’ Vangelis was surprise to hear about the orgasm but was sure that he saw me giving the Belgium a wank. I denied it, but he added ‘Come on Seb, you know what you do and some men can’t help themselves. When I can’t get it up any more, I’ll send for you.’ He continued, ‘I told that Belgium that you were new and probably gay and you will not be returning.’ Vangelis also claimed that he told Belgium, “You could have said NO.”
I was very concerned that I might have damaged a relationship. His girlfriend will never trust him and he must face the fact that a man in his seventies gave him what was probably one of his best orgasms. If I had not spoken, or Vangelis had not been so aggressive, this incident could possibly have passed unacknowledged, like a wet dream, an unforeseen accident.
I am now curious, what did he say as he passed me when entering the changing rooms? Why did he stand facing me so blatantly naked? What was that moment we shared, that Vangelis interrupted? And why does he hate all gays?
July 23, 2009:
Today a very caring Greek father brought his son for a massage. First I massaged the father while the boy watched and he was very eager for his turn. The boy was probably only 13, with a big dick, only a haze of pubic hair and his body lengthening and becoming beautifully muscled. Smiling he lay on his stomach and picked his ass up as high as he could. His father seemed indifferent to his son’s behavior and left us alone. I find being left alone with a child disconcerting, probably a fear left-over from my teaching years. Perhaps he didn’t want his dick to touch the floor.
I did not wish to draw the boy’s attention to his unusual behavior, criticizing the young can be hurtful or even damaging. I quickly scrubbed and massage the boy’s back and legs ignoring his ass and asked him to turn over. Once on his back we were free to explore all his adolescent needs for sensuality and the continuation of innocence. The harder and deeper I applied pressure the more he squirmed and giggled. He welcomed copious amounts of hot water flooding his body, shouting for more. Afterwards, he ran to his father, full of joy and threw his arms around his neck and in English he shouted. ‘Father that man is wonderful.’
I recall an interesting story. Some years ago, on the sandy beach there was one handsome German in his late 50s. He was well-built and had a sizeable dick. He spent the whole of every summer on the gay beaches and every year a boy joined him. It was thought that he could be his son. They came to the Hamam and the boy was a delight. He amused himself sliding everywhere and spinning around on his back using copious amounts of hot water. The German is his Grandfather and the boy use to pour water on his dick, also on his lover’s dicks. They were a heartwarming couple and everybody seemed to have their own theory or fantasy about them.
This year they came again and the boy could now be thirteen. I massaged the Grandfather and he told the boy to leave. The boy did as he was told but he was angry and upset. I gave the Grandfather a massage and he got an erection.
We briefly tried something but it was not rewarding beyond curiosity. Then the boy returned and his grandfather left us alone, I wanted to call him back but it was too late. I gave the boy a massage; he was happy but I deliberately finished quickly and took him to join his grandfather in the main room.
In the main room, with the boy lying on the heated podium next to his grandfather we relaxed. I continued the massage and he had an enjoyable time. He was involved in the world of grownups but safe. That same night I saw the Grandfather and his Grandson out on the town. In England, we would say ‘The boy was dressed to kill’ I still don’t know if I had encountered unbridled innocence or a boy obliged to grow up too soon. Gay sex is normal for the young but there are borders. Pouring water on dicks being harmless and funny, but it seemed contrived and verging on the gratuitous.
July 24, 2009:
Today I gave three massages, the first boy arrived with a group in the morning, he was a well-proportioned Nordic boy and very handsome with misty blue eyes, but he could not cope with the massage and I resorted to a head and neck massage, but even that was too invasive so I resorted to ‘Alexander Technique’. He found this disturbing and begged permission to end the massage. It seemed that he was over sensitive to physical contact or just very uncomfortable.
The next massage was a very nice Spanish boy whose dick rose instantly so I placed the steel ladling bowl over it; he was amused and grateful. When he turned over he spread his legs just a fraction too far for acceptability. I liked him and we had some discrete fun and understanding, but the Hamam was occupied and his arousal short lived.
In the afternoon, I thought that the blue-eyed boy had return to complete his massage. ‘You came back?’ I said but the boy did not respond, so I looked again, ‘Sorry, were you here this morning?’
The boy looked confused but familiar, to gain time I explained, ‘One boy came this morning but he was not happy about being massaged’.
My mind caught up with my instincts and I said, ‘You’re Swiss, you came last year?’ and Sylvan replied, ‘Yes, do you remember me.’
My heart warmed ‘Yes of course I do, hello Sylvan. He seemed awkward even reluctant, so I asked, ‘do you want a massage?’ He said, ‘No’ looking very uncomfortable adding, ‘I only came for a wash’ but he added, probably out of consideration, ‘may be later.’
He was obviously beginning to relax and feel warm towards me but reluctant, and I sensed a problem. I occupied the basin opposite Sylvan and sat admiring him across the Hamam. He was sitting on a low stool, his legs wide, scrubbing every inch of his body meticulously. I appreciated his perfect spine, his broad tapering back, his beautiful golden skin, his thigh muscles hanging heavily and his plump round ass on the stool. He knew that I was watching him so he worked hard with his loofah glove to exclude me. He would have accepted a massage eventually, but reluctantly I decided against it. I didn’t want to cause him problems with the family he lives with.
On impulse, I asked casually, ‘What happened last year?’ Sylvan turned to face me, ‘You were very happy when you left but later I saw your girlfriends all giving you hell’. I discovered that he had been ordered not to talk to me and he must not tell me about the problems last year. I knew his defenses were slipping but I wanted to keep his friendship.
I asked, ‘Was the problem that your girlfriends think you have to be protected because you are too nice and vulnerable?’ He replied, his voice relaxing, ‘Yes, something like that’ I had guessed their fears and told him, ‘you are too nice and trusting and it could place you in difficult situations. I understand this, only because I was very much like you at your age’.
Then sounding like himself again, he asked, ‘Why did the massage make me so happy?’ after a pause, he felt he needed to explain ‘I have never felt so wonderful’ then added, ‘My girlfriend tried it on the bed and it was not the same’.
To ease his mind and keep his love, I explained, ‘It was the time, the place, your mood and mine and I suppose it could be said that I loved you.’ He was silent, so to avoid confusion I quickly added ‘It was a perfect moment and the love I felt had no expectations.’
He did not reply so I changed the subject and asked him, ‘Did Vangelis say anything stupid to your girlfriends.’ He answered, ‘No’. I didn’t believe him and asked, ‘Did you say anything that could have been misunderstood.’ Once again he said, ‘No’.
I volunteered to massage his girlfriend to detract from the any overtones of homosexuality and he was overjoyed, ‘Yes please and then she will understand.’ I left him in the Hamam because he was in no danger from gays and I did not want to instigate even more angst for my friend. My heart ached as I left him alone.
Outside I found his girlfriend’s mother whom I know. She is an art teacher in Switzerland and we get on well. Then all her daughters came out from the Hamam and Sylvan soon joined them. His divine face and va
cuous smile bringing springtime to a hot dusty afternoon and his girlfriend joined him.
She is an unpleasant, confrontational and unattractive girl who had just been accusing Vangelis of stealing her grandmother’s sunglasses. Vangelis said, ‘She’s an old woman and could have left them anywhere.’
The offensive girl was not satisfied and replied, ‘Well I am 99% sure that she left her sunglasses in the Hamam and you have got them.’
Vangelis asked me, ‘What does she mean Seb’ I answered, ‘She’s convinced you have stolen her Grandmother’s sunglasses’.
Vangelis turned very red and repeated, ‘I told you that your grandmother is a very old woman and she hasn’t got a clue where she lost them, or what she’s doing’.
Much to my surprise Sylvan’s girlfriend then turned on me, ‘How dare you talk to my boyfriend?’
With indifference I replied, ‘He’s a friend and I can hardly ignore him’.
She then confronted me, ‘Why did you ask him about last year?’
‘Because I was curious and it seems to me that you had imagined something without cause.’ I continued, ‘what do you imagine goes on in the Hamam? I spend all day massaging somebody’s boyfriend’. I was facing a vicious insecure and very unattractive girl in love with a naive Angel who can’t say no, nor keep a secret, so I asked her, ‘What is your problem?’
In a state of self-righteous indignation, she explained ‘We like to come to the Hamam but because of you we must stop. I can’t bear the thought of your hands on my boyfriend.’
I don’t know if it was mischief or honestly but I continued, ‘You must be aware that it’s my job. I felt a need to expound, ‘As for Sylvan, I like him, he is a very beautiful, sensitive, intuitive and intelligent boy, (I lied) and I fail to see your problem’.
The Hamam Diaries Continued Page 10
