September 5, 2008:
Last night I went to see the film ‘Brideshead Revisited’. It should have been called Brideshead fully explained. I had not realized what a superb achievement the television version had been, until last night. The television version captured the book and the ambiguities of class, sex and religion of that period (before the Second World War). This is what makes the book such a great work of art. The film was devoid of all ambiguity.
Sebastian was portrayed as a Nancy boy, not an aristocrat. Charles was portrayed as a bisexual not a Cambridge undergraduate of upper middle class origins. All the underlying themes of class, religion and sex were over stated, but as someone remarked, “Since Freud we have lost our innocence.” The film failed to grasp the social norms and taboos of the period. The book is a master-piece of subtle layers of meaning and obscure truths. Every time one reads the book, it is like life, open to different interpretations. The film made the story not only crude but banal.
Last night I heard a joke almost worthy of Christos. “A Christian Priest and a Rabi were in conversation when a boy bent down in front of them. The Priest said, ‘I would like to screw that boy’ and the Rabi said, ‘How much for’.” Christos’s best story was about a small bird; I have heard other versions since.
“An old English lady saw a tiny bird on the floor and putting it in her bosom she tried to warm it, but she was too old to warm anything. Seeing a steaming fresh cow pat on the floor she scooped out a hollow and placed the tiny bird in the shit. The sun came up and the little bird started to sing. An eagle flying overhead heard the little bird singing and looking down saw its tiny beak sticking out of the shit. The eagle swooped down and took the bird out. The moral of this story is. It is not always your enemies who put you in the shit and it is not always your friends who take you out of the shit. But if you are in the shit, don’t sing”.
September 6, 2008:
Vangelis is stupid. The massaging business is not official. I am employed by Vangelis to help pay his debts and it has proved to be very rewarding for me especially after my life of celibacy. Today I offered a massage to what I thought was a tourist and he later asked Vangelis the price. He is in fact a Greek who works in the Mayor’s office. Instead of dismissing the question or suggesting that I am an English pervert Vangelis made a fuss and charged the man full price, making the massaging appear to be official, by giving him a ticket. I didn’t know this until closing time when I told Vangelis that I had done six massages not five and he lost his temper. Then he told me about the Greek from the Mayor’s office and refused to pay me because he had parted with a ticket. I should have recognized the Greek from the beach. He specializes in sitting on people’s faces so they can lick his ass while he wanks himself.
September 7, 2008:
Over a week ago a fine Greek in the ‘Greek God mode’ came into the Hamam with a very old man. I presumed the old man must be very wealthy. The fine Greek spent his time trying to catch my eye. Today he came again alone and my assumption was wrong. It is the fine Greek who has given up everything to be with his 74, year old lover, who is now reluctant to honor the commitment.
The old man is short, running to fat covered in white hair like a moldy turd and his dick is a shriveled thing lost in a cloud of white hair. The Greek is quite tall, broad shouldered, deep chested with powerful limbs and a dark brown ponytail. He is desperate to be fucked by anybody. We talked for a long time in the changing rooms, I like him but despite his magnificence, all sexual interest vanished.
We are going to be friends because I feel a degree of need and trust in him. He spent the whole day looking for sex and asked many questions about Viagra. He had spent the summer as a waiter but left his job early to be with his lover. He told me that he likes to bury his face in his lover’s underpants. His lover is French and was once an important businessman in Paris. The Greek is 39, but looks older.
Rubber dick spent most of the day in the Hamam. Early this afternoon a very fine Greek boy arrived with a semi erection swinging, he went straight into the hot room, I followed later, after a reasonable period and offered him a free massage. The boy declined but there was no attitude and he had a full erection. Rubber dick asked if I would scrub his back with a loofah. I said ‘Ok follow me’ and I lead him into the hot room. Standing in front of the boy I scrubbed rubber dick’s back and ass. To apply more pressure, I put my left arm over his shoulder and around his neck for support. I was naked with my dick swinging close to Rubber dick’s ass. The boy started touching his own dick, so I soaped my hands and washed rubber dicks fine appendage. Once his dick was fully erect he left and the boy stretched out on the floor.
Kneeling by his side I began to scrub the boys back. The boy was powerfully muscled but still young enough to be slim and long legged. He spread his legs wide and lifted his ass so I could scrub his anus and wash his dick and balls from behind. I did not continue a sexual arousal but gave him a total body massage back and front. When I returned to his ass I felt his anus relax, becoming accessible. I took my time because this boy was very beautiful. Rubber dick kept making repeated visits, his thick rigid dick curving upwards. I rinsed all the soap off the boy’s ass and kneeling above him, my feet near his head, I buried my face between his resilient checks and his anus welcomed my tongue while Rubber dick wanked vigorously above us.
Then suddenly satisfied I changed my technique. I inserted my thumb into the boy’s ass and caressed his prostate while soaping his balls and dick. Without warning the boy turned over and lay on his back, arms and legs spread wide. He was so very slim and beautiful; his tan glowed through the soap suds. So, kneeling between his legs I sucked his dick while easing his asshole with two fingers before beginning a prolonged gentle masturbation, imperceptibly increasing speed. Rubber dick had remained with us wanking but he never intruded. I might have welcomed his involvement. The boy continued to relax and I sensed him descending into total submission as his orgasm started to mount. I brought him to a very easy and satisfying orgasm. He lay on his back holding my eyes while rubber dick shot his load onto the Hamam wall. Vangelis told me that the boy is a famous Greek footballer.
November 12, 2008:
Some days ago, I met by chance a very fine Afghani boy and his friend by the harbor. He was all smiles bulging muscles and crotch. He asked if I wanted sex, I decline but I can’t forget him. 10 or 20 Euros is irrelevant to satisfy my curiosity and it helps an illegal immigrant. I returned tonight to the place where I met the Afghani boy and got chatted up by an Indian boy. He was funny and easy company, he also invited me back to his apartment to fuck all night. He was so friendly I took him home. He wanted to stay all night but I cannot cope with any kind of intrusion into my privacy.
Now I realize that he wanted somewhere to spend the night. His dick was not big enough to fill a condom or hard enough to do its job. He returned tonight loaded with soft drinks. The season is ending; his job has finish and his apartment went with the job. We called on two Pakistani boys living in one room. They gave me rice with spinach looking at me with the deep longing of homeless dogs. The Indian was not allowed to stay with them and he had lied to me, it was not his room. Apparently the Indian had prayed for help and God sent me.
November 14, 2008:
This morning an old man with a permanent Viagra erection booked a massage. It was an unpleasant experience. Dimitri the handsome Greek, with the French lover arrived alone. I told him, with some mischief, “I have a new friend for you with a stiff dick” Dimitri tried everything to get the old man interested, as he said, ‘That’s the sort of old man I like’ a fussy little man with white hair of about 80. The old man couldn’t understand why such a handsome Greek in his prime was getting physical. He believed it had to be trick or hoax.
Yesterday the same old man came with his wife. This afternoon Dimitri asked for a massage and wanted me to shove my fingers up his ass. He did not get aroused sexually but said that he felt much better; I didn’t feel better and I got shit on
my thumb. Tonight, the Indian boy returned, I gave him 20 Euros and told him to go away. He seems to think that his under size soft dick was worth 30 Euros.
November 15, 2008:
Dimitri is becoming very tedious and I am meeting him everywhere I go. He is missing his old man snoring into his ear all night and riding around with him on the back of his scooter, reliving the memories of the places where they had fucked. Dimitri is becoming irritatingly obsessive and passive, all he wants is to be fucked and getting an erection is becoming a problem for him. I discovered today that his French lover has returned to France and is planning to live with the women who married his boyfriend over 40 years ago. I am not surprised that the old man has escaped leaving Dimitri to his own devises, he is wearisome and demanding.
November 19, 2008:
Today a handsome but not very communicative English man came into the Hamam by recommendation. He is a photographer and exhausted from carrying his equipment. He’s on a job, working in the south of the island and in need of a massage. I took my time easing and stretching his tired bruised muscles. After a long time and a totally rejuvenated, his dick began to stir. He apologized as his member awoke, raising its self like some dragon.
I gave him the usual lie of pretending that it is normal. I did another complete body massage deliberately catching his now rigid member. Then I changed my technique to sensual and felt him slipping into a state of deep acceptance. His eyes remained closed so I held his dick to one side to massage his groin feeling an immediate stiffening reaction, so I held his dick to the other side feeling a rigid response.
I decided to give his huge appendage a professional massage from ass to tip with finger tips only, massaging in tiny circle as if it were some eastern therapy or secret technique. His dick is perfect but on a huge scale and very hard for its size. The glance was becoming huge and a deep crimson. I then stimulated the whole length of his erection from ass to tip including his balls with alternate hands in long caressing strokes, using palms and fingers. I did not venture near his anus in case he presumed that I thought he was a gay. Sucking a dick can be invasive but he showed no reluctance. I can’t swallow dicks like some people but I could hold it with two fists and still choke on his glans. His dick became rock hard and so rigid it refused to bend, then without warning his orgasm exploded covering my hands and his chest.
I rinsed him down with copious amounts of water receiving no acknowledgement of what had just passed between us. In the changing rooms, he felt obliged to mention that he has a girlfriend. I got the distinct impression that he was ex-public school and had not done this sort of things for 15 or 20 years. As he left he mentioned, ‘It was the first time’, I don’t know if he meant the sex or the massage or the Hamam. When Vangelis asked if he was gay, he got the stock answer ‘well, he is now.’
November 21, 2008:
Claire seems to be mellowing, taking-stock of her life and coming to a conclusions that she might possibility be responsible for the treatment she receives from friends. I think this phase will be short lived. Claire saw a smartly dressed woman in a mini skirt and high heels who, with apparent indifference, standing legs apart shat steaming pile in the street.
Emma, a tarty friend, volunteered the insight that she had probably taken too many black dicks up her ass and hadn’t even noticed. Emma continued to enlighten us by telling us about one of her friends whose black lover would only ever fuck her up the ass. She must now wear a diaper because she has no control over when she shits. I find this very strange because Dimitri’s ass is tight enough and a boy from Piraeus who once forced my knuckles into his ass is tight. Dimitri discovered his need to be fucked in his early teens. I think this is an important observation that needs to be acknowledged because Dimitri is totally masculine. There seems to be little correlation between gays who are active or passive, their masculinity or hormone levels.
November 22, 2008:
This morning nice Niko arrived early, before the Hamam became busy. He walked into the hot room and lay down for a massage. He soon got hard and turned over so I could suck his dick to ease the pressure. This time he let me make love to him for a short time. I sucked his balls, kissed his ass and caressed his lean body as he reached for a condom. He is well practice at putting condoms on. He stretches them very wide and then pops them over the end of his dick. I knelt above him, my left hand supporting his head and with my right hand behind my back I caressed his dick and balls; his dick was pressed against my asshole.
Niko’s preference is to push hard, causing considerable pain, but on this occasion, we both experience a slow and pleasurable accommodation, holding his hands. I said, ‘You have no idea what this feels like.’ Once fully accommodated I leaned forwards, taking his head in my hands we kissed for a long time. Niko’s dick is big enough to remain in place. We took our time making love, but Niko’s need is to always to achieve orgasm and he finished off as usual without the condom, wanking very hard over my back. Nice Niko is a handsome, blue eyed Greek he is agreeable and very active.
November 23, 2008:
I am reading Steven fry’s novel ‘The Liar’, it is even better on a second reading. It feels autobiographical and gives insight into the nature of sex, class and education in England. He went to university as did the characters in the book, ‘Brideshead Revisited’, it embodies something of the same ethos and it feels very British.
Today two American students both 21, studying in Athens came into the Hamam. They were typical American boys, handsome, uncomplicated, innocent even naïve and well-mannered. One was dark and muscular with a beautiful ass and dick, the other was taller, fair and not so confident. The stocky one, who looked Italian, had an erection even before his shorts were off. They had declined Vangelis’s offer of a massage but became interested after talking with me. I arrange a special deal, two for the price of one.
The taller fair boy relaxed immediately and was very trusting. He seemed to be excited but his dick did not maintain its erection. They changed over and when the dark boy arrived his dick was swinging at an angel of 25 degrees. Seeing the state of his dick I asked, ‘Would you prefer to be massaged in private?’ and he asked, ‘will it be warmer?’ So I took him to the hot room. I said, ‘lay down’ indicating the middle of the room, it is better not to presume anything. I massaged him back and front and he picked his knees up so I could massage between his legs. His erections eased but only for a while. I massaged his whole body and his dick became very hard, then Vangelis brought me a client and I promised to finish both boys later. They left the Hamam, but returned.
The Hamam emptied and I finished massaging the Italian looking boy first. His blue eyes gleamed when we met. I spent a long time on his thighs, loins and stomach. His dick was thick and heavy so I massaged his balls and he said, ‘Thank you I am beginning to feel better now’. His dick immediately became rigid so I held his shaft and then kissed the tip and he changed his mind, implying that he had gone as far as he felt comfortable. I said, ‘Ok, whatever makes you relaxed and happy’ and complying with his request I dispersed his sexual energy throughout his body.
The spontaneous kiss was a mistake because it took his manly adventure into the realms of gay. I asked him to turn over, stretch out totally relaxed he was a wonderful sight and very happy to continue the massage. I asked, ‘Is your friend gay?’ he said, ‘I don’t know but I am not’ I replied, ‘Yes I know, but you are a very sexy boy’. This pleased him and confirmed an unspoken understanding. I asked if he had Italian ancestry, he answered, ‘Yes’. I gave him a look of approval and said, ‘All Italians seem to be sexy’, it was a flattering lie to confirm his self-image. Then I got two new clients and the Italian boy left the Hamam. After I had finished the two massages the fair American boy was waiting for me in the door way.
The Hamam emptied and the fair boy was waiting by the hot room. He came in and lay down without being asked. This time I made no pretense at a therapeutic massage but started immediately making love to his slim perf
ect body. I lingered on all erogenous zones, his back, groin, joints and feet. His dick stirred so I caressed his balls and let my fingers stray between his cheeks as I held his dick. It was getting late so I avoided arousing him beyond stage one.
We talked easily. He said, ‘You have changed my life’ adding, ‘I had no idea.’ I did not ask him to clarify his remarks, he was already out of his depth, but asked, ‘Do you like your friend?’ He answered, ‘Yes’. So, I told him that his friend is a very sexy boy and inquired, ‘how old are you?’--- ‘twenty-one’ to encouraged him I said, ‘you will be twenty-one only once in your life, don’t waste it and don’t be afraid to explore your sexuality’.
In the changing room, we found his blue-eyed friend, he had returned and been waiting for some time. He looked downcast, I hope it was jealousy. I will be very satisfied if two inexperienced boys discover the close bond innocence and the joy, in Greece.
These two boys are a perfect complement, the one dark and the other fair, one tall and the other muscular, one introspective, the other extrovert and sexy, both beautiful with hard dicks. When young men discover innocent sex, it is essentially idealized and pure, fulfilling a natural bond that exists between all men and a focus for their aching hearts and unspecified love. It only becomes obsessive, compulsive or promiscuous after a broken heart or when debased by guilt. The fair boy was reluctant to leave me. He joined his friend only after I assured him that they could return at any time.
November 25, 2008:
I have three friends, not yet been mentioned. The first is a highly intelligent tall Greek student in his late 20’s, called Alexander. We met when he joined us to listen to Novak playing in the street one August night. His company was a moment of revelation. I had no problems talking with him. I did not lose words, there were no misunderstandings, I was witty, knowledgeable, informed and being free of stress, I showed no signs of my apparent senility. The conversation went naturally back and forth and he had no problems with my English accent.
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