Novak turned the music up, ‘Is the music louder?’ asked Alexander, smiling I whispered, ‘Yes, he’s jealous.’ Alexander is very handsome with a dark brown ponytail and blue eyes. He is of the same type as Robert Downy Jnr and is probably a bit crazy. He avoids most foods, turns his mobile on for short periods only and stands well back to avoid the radiation and he refuses to fly. He has never smoked or tried alcohol and I fell in love within minutes.
Alexander could be gay. He talks continually about his girlfriends, but he also talks about the soldiers in his care during national service, “wanking all day”. He is in love with Rita Hayworth and he can’t understand why modern girls are so unattractive. He talks continually about his internal conflicts but never elaborates.
The other friend I met in the Hamam is called Kyriakos. He is salesman for a company making women’s clothes. He visits the Island twice a year. Kyriakos is handsome, nicely put together, very sexy and promiscuous. He has sex with anybody in the Hamam regardless of age or appearance. When we are alone we relax and talk, having fun wrestling and playing at sex. We massage one another trying anything that appeals to us.
Our friendship is without commitment or expectations. When we wrestle, our bodies entwined and he slips his soapy dick into my ass from the most unexpected angels. We enjoy uncomplicated and uninhibited fun. The last time he came to the Hamam we left together after closing time. Kyriakos told me, ‘you are one of the few men I know that is good at sex, you are more concerned with my needs than your own and you make few demands’. He added something about not liking active men or very passive men. It struck me that we are well suited, but he likes endless Variety and new conquests.
The third friend is a Spanish doctor who visits twice a year. He is from Madrid. Novak has christened him “Ass breaker”. His dick is very thick at the base and tapers to the tip; he is extremely active, fucking all day. His favorite trick is to first shove two fingers up their ass, to check if it’s clean and then he rams his dick straight in without warning. He grips his victims tightly and enjoys the shock and spasms of their pain. Once accommodated he fucks hard and orgasms quickly.
Novak once asked, ‘What sort of doctor is he?’ I replied, ‘You will never guess, but he’s a doctor for the ass’ so, now he’s called “the ass doctor”. The first time we met the Hamam was empty. It was early and I gave him a massage. He said that he likes fucking, but I was not interested at that moment and eventually he took hold of his own dick and immediately had an orgasm, shooting over his shoulder. Excited, he checked the wall behind to see how high his semen had landed. I noticed there was very little, just one pellet fired under pressure.
We were talking as I massage him stimulating his dick, when a tiny thin very brown man of about 40, appeared in the doorway. He was naked and hovering. The doctor immediately stretched out and asked me to suck his dick, ‘are you interested in him?’ I asked, and he nodded. I was amused and we started to play around and the thin man immediately got onto his knees and started sucking the doctor’s feet so I sat behind the doctor, resting his head on my dick. I massaged his neck shoulders and chest as we observed tiny brown man on hands and knees, like an insect feeding.
We both watched the thin man (he is probably a gypsy) working his way up the doctor’s legs until he came to his dick. The doctor wanted me to join in; I was amused but not interested. The gypsy likes sucking dicks and the doctor asked ‘condom?’ so I handed one over. Without preliminaries, the doctor stood up and rolled the condom down his shaft while the gypsy bent over supporting his weight on his knees. The doctor then wet two fingers in his mouth and shoved them straight up the gypsy’s boney ass.
There was now one client in the main room and I felt some concern. Crouching behind the gypsy, the doctor placed the end of his dick just inside the gypsy’s anus. Then gripping him very tightly by the hips he rammed his dick straight in. I saw the Gypsy grimace with pain but within seconds he was pushing hard against the doctor who was fucking violently and finished within seconds. The doctor pulled the shitty condom off and dropped it in the bin and lay down.
The gypsy immediately got to work sucking the doctor’s balls and dick until his erection returned, accepting a condom he stretched it wide, popping it over the doctor’s dick. Then the Gypsy sat on the doctor’s dick and Gyrating he quickly achieved an orgasm that caused him to scream, the doctor’s head was still resting in my lap. They left together and I put some paper towels in the bin to cover the shitty condoms to save disgusting Maria. That was last year.
This year the doctor asked me to send him SMSs if any old men come to the Hamam. He told me a very interesting story. Some years ago in Spain the doctor stopped for a piss at a toilet on a motorway, famous for lorry drivers. Inside was only one old man who asked the doctor, “Please show me your dick and the doctor turned away so he could finish peeing in private. The old man persisted; “Please let me touch it” the doctor was amused but not interested until the old man said, “I will pay you.” This caused the doctor to have an immediate very strong erection and he fucked the old man where he stood, and got paid.
The doctor’s biggest turn-on is old man wanting to pay for his dick, but the erection depends on him accepting the money. The doctor does not want nor need the money so I suggested he uses the money for some charity and then gain double satisfaction. Then I had an even better suggestion, but it seems like robbing Peter to pay Paul, I said ‘Or you could use the money to pay for rent boys.’ Smiling he replied, ‘That is a very good idea.’ Ass breaker being a doctor of the ass reminds me of a doctor in the army known as “fingers” no matter what the symptoms were, the doctor never failed to do a prostate examination.
November 26, 2008:
Today dirty Stavros made a fool of himself. A pleasant and nice looking boy was hanging around the main room in the Hamam. Eventually he sat opposite me, keeping his hand over his dick, partially out of shyness because its size but then he deliberately moved his hand giving me a glimpse of his semi erection. He held my eyes from time to time, and then much to my surprise he joined dirty Stavros in the hot room.
One hour later he came out very upset, he said, ‘That man has told me I must leave.’ I answered, ‘Sit down he can’t tell you to leave.’ The boy wrapped his towel around him on intent leaving. I was angry and followed him out. I told Maria what had happened, forgetting I was naked and she has no English. Maria questioned Stavros? He said something in Greek and the boy did not leave after all.
Much later I discovered the truth; Stavros told the boy, “If you don’t want a blow job, leave the Hamam.” Stavros left early; normally he never leaves until the last minute. Only then did I speak to the boy. He came and stood in front of me, his dick level with my face. I put my hands on his ass and pulled him forwards so I could breathe the air from his groin through his pubic hair. I sucked his dick while he caressed my head and shoulders. The boy finished himself off all over my chest. I am beginning to realize that some of these chance encounters in the Hamam are more about curiosity and companionship than sex.
November 27, 2008:
I meet Dimitri most days by chance. He likes one taxi driver and is hoping for sex. He deliberately took a taxi ride and asked the driver directly to fuck him. They talked for a long time, the driver is straight but they still discussed the possibility. Dimitri is leaving for France in two weeks to join his lover. He is also running short of money.
Today I gave a massage to a Swedish boy who lives here. We have been acquainted all summer. He seemed reluctant to accept a massage, but relented more out of boredom than need. He enjoyed a very extensive massage and I held him in an agony of suspense on the brink of orgasm until it erupted, I continued wanking him hard as he ejaculated, to release his accumulated tension. He threw his head back, his mouth wide open in a silent scream.
Vangelis called me, ‘Alexander is waiting.’ I didn’t recognize him, his beard is now abundant. I was still out of breath from jerking the Swede off. We left the Hamam a
nd ate together. Alexander is attending the university and will be visiting from time to time. He is studying something concerned with multicultural education. I went down with a migraine. We need some connection to ground, our mutual attraction and respect, releasing our tension. A visit to the Hamam or a drink would suffice. I have waited seventy years to find a likeminded friend with the addition of mutual attraction and I get a headache.
November 30, 2008:
Today somebody ‘emptied out’ behind one of the doors in the Hamam. There are air locks to help maintain the inside temperature and one of these gets used regularly for fucking. There was only dirty Stavros, dirty Kostas and some fat English man inside. It is bad enough fucking a shitty asshole without the addition of a steaming pile on the floor. I suspect people have very different sensibilities to mine. It was Maria’s job to liquefy the shit and assist it out of the Hamam along the drainage channels with a power hose.
Dimitri is not going to France because his old man has moved into the house of the rich widow who once stole and married his boyfriend. The old man loved his boyfriend all his life but was not prepared to join them. It all seems very incestuous to me. Dimitri is too intense, I suspect he is demanding and overbearing in a relationship, I find I had no time for my own thoughts in his company. Listening to him and being supportive was amusing but exhausting. I think Dimitri has no choice but to go home and live with his mother.
I have a friend called Keith, an English regular visitor in his 60’s. He has a camp and ready wit. He calls dirty Stavros quoting him, ‘I fucked Elton John.” In October Keith got fucked by a fattish boy in the Hamam. Later I became friendly with the boy. Keith told me that the boy was very good and has an unusual technique. I tried to get fucked by him but never found out what was so unusual. Keith must have been a stunning young man, he is still perfect, just white haired and a bit slow. He seems to be very popular as he gets regulars at both the, gay beaches and in the Hamam. He once said to me, ‘you do know that they are not really gay, don’t you.’
One day the Fattish boy brought a friend to the Hamam. His friend smells bad and they must work together in a confined space. The friend was very thin, long haired and his feet were black. The Fattish boy was fussing like a mother, organizing and caring. I fetched the sweeping brush and told the boy to lie down. My friend squirted shampoo all over his friend and scrubbed him back and front with the sweeping brush. We then swilled vast quantities of hot water over him and my friend whispered, ‘I just wanted to check his dick and ass out.’ He shampooed the boy’s hair and put his underpants and socks into the waste bin. The fattish boy had brought him spare clothes.
Keith lives with his partner who is even older than me. They lived together since his partner found him in Blackpool when he was a young man. Keith was visiting the clubs every night and having sex with anybody. I think Keith’s lover must have been watching him for some time, because without introduction or explanation he approached Keith one night and said, “You’re coming home with me” and he did. They have had a happy life together. Keith stopped being promiscuous but was never truly faithful. Now his lover does not need to fuck anymore and Keith finds sex anywhere and then passes the stories onto me. Keith’s lover now likes to watch Keith shoving a dildo up his own ass.
December 29, 2008:
It is my birthday, it’s cold and grey and I wander alone. There is one adolescent boy who is obviously a bit retarded but desperate to see a dick. I was having a pee in the park and he ran over and tried to look at my dick. With a gesture, I asked if he needed money and he offered me five euros, I left in a hurry.
January 5, 2009:
The smell of spring is in the air; life feels on the brink of change. Claire has returned from the U.K and tomorrow the Hamam will be closed for some Christian holiday. The beautiful stocky boy with an extra hole in his dick has returned. He now works in Athens, doing something important in the building profession.
Today we were alone for a very long time. I told him where the floor is warmest and he lay on his stomach. His flesh is wonderful, his shoulders clothed in resilient muscle, his ass firm and his thighs hard. I asked him to turn over but he made it clear that he is happy to remain. I got tired and lay on the heated floor close to him.
After a long time, he turned over looking at me briefly. He was holding his stiff dick and I took my time caressing his fair skin and smooth body. He is a very good looking boy. I explored the depth and resilience of his muscles with penetrating but gentle pressure while he continued holding his dick. I passed my hands over his torso and thighs catching only his finest body hairs until he eventually stretched out full length with his arms above his head and legs spread wide. It was an act of trust and submission.
Only then did I approach his rigid and perfect dick. The extra hole no longer offends me, but I still wonder why an uncomplicated boy should want a ring in his dick. He had trimmed his short pubic hair to a neat shape and shaved his balls. Kneeling between his thighs I lifted his scrotum so I could suck his balls and caress my face with his genitals. Taking his balls in my mouth he raised his body a fraction so I could kiss and bite the base of his dick. He then raised himself a fraction more so that my tongue could caress the space between his balls and anus. I pushed him higher so I could caress his anus with my rough tongue and feel the soft flesh of his cheeks against my face.
I spent a long time kissing and loving his genitals, groin and stomach before taking his dick in my mouth and sliding down his shaft until the end pressed hard against the back of my throat but to one side. I still choke if a dick touches where my tonsils used to be. I soaped his balls, the base of his dick and his anus with one hand, while masturbating him with the other, sucking his balls and glans alternately. He had an easy spontaneous orgasm; I tasted him melting into my mouth through his two holes. We did not move for a long time, both holding his dick and balls.
Eventually his erection subsided and we lay close on the warm marble floor in silence. In the changing room, we sat exchanging the odd word with ease. He has money now and is dressing with excellent and expensive taste. He will return in the summer. As he left he acknowledged me with a look that touched my soul. I think, I am in love but not with the boy we have nothing in common, but with an acknowledged understanding devoid of expectations.
January 10, 2009:
Last night, I met a new rent boy in the park. He is nice, handsome and relaxed but not professional. He is tall and with eyes that smolder in the dark but he refused to tell me the size of his dick. With a smile, he said, ‘First pay’ and gave me his telephone number. I gave him five euros for wasting his time. I can’t consider touching a boy now, without scrubbing him first. I think he could be from the Balkans and looking for work. If he’s successful, one fuck is equivalent to a day’s pay.
January 15, 2009:
Vasilis, a Greek in his sixties who was once handsome and is still in demand for sex told me a very interesting story. He has ten lovers, all in their twenties and married. They seem to need a dick once a month and he likes sex three times a week so it works out nicely. I asked him, ‘What do they want?’ adding ‘Do you have to fuck them?’ pulling a face he said, ‘Oh no, it is not so nice, condoms and shit. I’m not interested anyway, it usually smells. They are happy just to be in my company, play around a bit and probably suck my dick’. I think this is a significant truth on male sexuality.
Marco polo once told me that having sex with older men has little to do with aesthetics. All sex is some form of exchange for mutual benefit. I get more offers of sex now that I am old than when I was beautiful. Marco polo left Greece because he found the boys in South America more to his taste. “They have more energy and aggression”. He does not like narcissistic Greek boys. I can understand why the boys like Marco Polo; he is powerful, rich, and handsome and carries his considerable age like a trophy, just what he needs from the fiery boys of Argentina, is any bodies guess.
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ng in the Hamam I’m gaining some insight into human sexuality. The religions founded on Genesis have done little to help us comprehend our human predicament. Religions have induced confusion, fear, guilt and repression. Mohammad is more realistic regarding human nature, but as with Christianity, the teachings are perverted to maintain power and control.
In the ancient world there was no concept of guilt regarding sex and gender was of little consequence. Homosexuality is a natural activity and a satisfactory alternative to heterosexuality. It is devoid of responsibility and a form of birth control. The original Jewish teaching that sex is specific to procreation and all other activities are sinful is deeply indoctrinated.
The bible is obsessed with “wasting seed” and it is believed that because two men cannot produce a baby, God must be offended. We are human and sex is our most powerful drive and one basis of our humanity. Sex is a bond between people regardless of gender. Women are always receptive to sex and the purpose is specifically for maintaining a bond. It is animals that mate only to procreate. After conceiving a baby, women have a greatly increased sex drive. This is NOT to conceive but to confirm the bond of the parents to be.
My observations of Mario and the Hamam suggest to me that human nature is unchanged since ancient Greece and Rome and this is fundamental to our humanity. Our species was originally vulnerable because of low numbers but now procreation is no longer a duty. We make sperm by the million on a daily basis just as an oak tree makes acorns. Nature is profligate. Our humanity is defined by sexuality and our obsession with nurturing. We nurture everything even, things and ideas.
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