We heard the German leave again for a smoke and Niko reached for a condom. The condom turned out to be bright orange and tasted of strawberries (a free-gift). Niko lay on his back and kneeling above him I put his dick against my ass. Holding hands, we waited for his very rigid erection to slowly find accommodation. Once accommodated, Niko smiled and I said ‘fucking hell’. He moved a fraction putting pressure on my prostate then he moved again and pushed his whole length straight in. The widest part of his dick always causes pain. I smiled, ‘right up to the balls, as they say.’ As unusual, we stayed like that for some time with Niko stroking my stomach and thighs, while I caressed his chest and shoulders.
With some unspoken understanding we change position so he could fuck very hard before pulling the condom off and shooting all over my back, but this time he stopped. Niko’s erection had vanished and he said, ‘Sorry, but the German put me off.’ Both standing, I caressed his ass while he put two fingers in my asshole. I took hold of his new erection but the possibility of an orgasm seemed to have passed and he was annoyed.
Much later in the changing room I found Niko talking to the German and I felt empty, then a 40-year-old Greek arrived and Niko followed him back into the Hamam. I left, feeling sick and disturbed.
To make matters worse Vangelis then gave me a lecture that he had probably been preparing for some time, he said, ‘Niko does not come to see you and you must stay away and give the other gays a chance.’ I asked, ‘Have you been talking to the German’ he lied and said, ‘No, everybody’s complaining. They don’t mind you massaging but you don’t leave them free afterwards. Seb, you have got to give them all a chance.’
I was getting very angry and replied, ‘Fuck that, it’s the tourists who talk to me and any gay looking for sex will not be interested in me.’ Vangelis was not convinced so I continued, ‘Niko has been my friend for years’ I took a breath and then continued before Vangelis could interrupt, ‘I am only doing my job and the only people who choose to talk to me are straight not gay’. I drew a breath and added, ‘Dirty Tassos is spreading the rumor that I have AIDS.’
I told Vangelis that I talk to the straight customer to prevent them being bothered by the gays and Vangelis reply disturbs me. ‘Well don’t Sebastian, leave them alone.’ I left very angry and depressed. Niko was still inside the Hamam, with a Greek and the fat Hitler.
I wonder if Niko and Hitler share some sort of understanding that would explain Vangelis’s outburst and Niko’s failure to finish. Perhaps Niko can’t resist his fat ass. I don’t know the origins of Vangelis’s lecture but I did feel there was probably some justification because I had joined Niko not waiting for him to approach me. We have been slipping into an accepted pattern but only if Niko had not found a partner. I do know that Niko avoids any situation that might be an understanding. I know that Niko likes older men and I believe he likes fat men, I suspect that there some history with the Hitler with the huge ass.
March 29, 2009:
I met Alexander with his girlfriend. I told them a little about my problem with Vangelis. Alexander said, ‘I would take a free blow job any time.’ It is strange but I took his comment to be sarcasm, despite him talking about big dicks all the time.
Later we spent a long time alone in the old town until way after mid night. Alexander was taking photographs of textures and decay. He is so tall, so slim and handsome, intellectual, academic, funny and complex. He is also a prepubescent boy, a sage, so unsure yet, totally in charge, full of questions and answers and we even have the same birth date. I love Alexander but I don’t think I am in love with him.
There is a soldier who comes to the Hamam quite often. Dirty Stavros told me about him after giving him one of his special massages with his dick slipping between his cheeks. The soldier is sturdy with a well develop ass, heavy legs and a big thick dick that is always swinging and he can’t stop touching it. He is extremely handsome with blue eyes. He objects strongly if I show any interest but today on his way to the toilet I thought he spoke to me. Dirty Tassos followed him and was very rudely told to go away.
April 2, 2009:
Today the Hamam was closed but Vangelis got a telephone call and he opened especially for a group. The group leader was a fine Greek, probably a teacher who kept his boxer shorts on, while I massaged him. I did my best to get a reaction from his distended dick but it made no progress. Much to Vangelis’s disappointment none of the group wanted a massage.
The Group left and Vangelis brought me a Greek boy of about 22. They are like a super market product, of uniform size, shape, color and free of blemishes. I suspect they have a short shelf-life but the flavor is excellent. He has a very beautiful face, a perfect body and flawless skin. He groaned with relief as I massaged his back while being fascinated by his perfect ass.
Once he turned over I could check his dick. Tumescent and quite big with flawless skin easing away from his sizeable pink glans. I worked down the whole length of his torso and his dick became huge. As I continued down his thighs his dick became rigid, standing clear of his tight flat stomach. I spent a long time on his feet appreciating his muscular body and erection, his balls resting on his thighs. I returned to his groin area and using the lightest pressure only I caressed the fine hairs of his thighs and balls and his dick became so rigid that it resisted powerfully when I tried to move it to one side and then the other.
As I soaped his groin, he kept his eyes closed and I felt a final slipping into a sexual oblivion. I stroked his dick with alternate hands from base to tip and when I soaped his balls, he moved his legs further apart so that I could caress his entire genital area from anus to glans. He then pulled his legs up with bent knees, his hands pulling his legs wide he offered me his anus to my soapy fingers.
I worked with two hands, one masturbating his shaft, the other caressing his balls. My fingers became welcome in his asshole. Vast quantities of pre-cum oozed from the very generous hole in his now hugely swollen knob. Pulling his knees higher he wanked himself hard saying, ‘Try four fingers.’ I pushed, ‘Harder’ he demanded and his orgasm released as his ass grip my fingers.
He relaxed immediately and I rinsed him with vast quantities of hot water. He continued to relax so I caressed his now satisfied body. After a while he said with some degree of irritation ‘Haven’t you finished yet’ as if it had all been my fault. Sounding indifferent and professional I replied, ‘If you’re satisfied I’m finished’ and I stood up. He left with not even a glance in my direction. Greeks don’t seem to appreciate post coital moments or even good manners.
Vangelis had decided to close but then a tourist arrived whom I remember wanted to hold my dick and, him being Italian I agreed. I massaged his stomach, thighs, dick and balls while he examined my dick balls and ass. Without warning he had an orgasm, I deliberately massage the end of his dick with my soapy palm, giving him an excruciating climax, causing him to cringe.
April 4, 2009:
Summer has arrived but the Hamam is still quiet. Yesterday Vangelis arranged a present for me. He encouraged a Russian boy to accept a free massage. His extreme youth and beauty were extraordinary. He lay face down opposite a very handsome Greek who has never shown the slightest interest in the ‘goings on’ in the Hamam. The boy had shaved his asshole and he moved his legs apart so the handsome Greek had a clear view.
The Greeks erection was immediate and leaning back he demonstrated its strength for my amusement with one finger, then it sprang back to being vertical. He wanked himself leisurely as I massage the boy. The boy felt wonderful but he showed no increase in his sensuality or awareness of the Greek pulling himself off at the sight of his tight asshole. Even straight boys can’t avoid the pleasure of arousal when physical pleasure starts to become sexual, so I spent a long time massaging his prominent young ass for the amusement of the Greek.
After the Greek left, I asked the boy to turn over. His dick was tumescent but not hard. The boy probably knew of my pleasure in his youth and of the Greek wanking hims
elf because he had made sure that his shaved asshole was on view, but he gave no further indication of interest in sex or further adventures.
April 5, 2009:
The weather is getting warm, last night in the park I was talking to a student of ecology. We have been friends for some time, he hangs around me in the Hamam and I have taken him home to fuck on a few occasions. He has a big dick and Green eyes that make him look like a predatory bird. He is nice, not very good at fucking and I find him educated but stupid.
Gypsy Yiannis joined us, he is becoming very handsome. All the gypsies are small but surprisingly perfect. He is now a footballer and an underage rent boy. All his family is straight but rent from an early age. I like him, he’s clever and funny. The student kept touching him and Yiannis said, ‘don’t touch’ I added ‘Touching is ten euros’ Yiannis pointed to his dick and said ‘One hundred euros.’
Yiannis begged fifteen euros off me until tomorrow. ‘I want a guarantee’ I said, ‘Come to my house tomorrow, I promise my friend, you will get your money’ just for the fun of it I gave him fifteen euros. Then the Gardner arrived, he is retired and has volunteered to take care of the park. He has a key to a small garden room. He likes to pay for sex and he agreed to suck Yiannis dick for five euros in his garden room.
April 6, 2009:
Two school boys came to the Hamam quite early probably only 15, years old. They asked if two could enter for the price of one, I was in charge and I pretended doubt before agreeing. I was surprised when dirty Tassos left early; I had not been worried for the boys because they are Greek. Naked they were very beautiful, having heads covered in black curly hair, faces like girls, long lean bodies and full sized dicks crowned with black glistening pubic hair. They lay side by side laughing and I swooshed hot water over them and they squirmed with delight, ‘Hotter’ they shouted, their young bodies ripening for sex were eager for pain.
They relaxed totally. Using lots of shampoo, I penetrated their resilient muscles, stretched their arms and legs and I compressed their pliable spines. They were in an ecstasy of pain and pleasure. I concentrated on the most beautiful boy while the other watched. Then I scrubbed the other boy who had a rough back. I scrubbed it smooth with the loofah glove while the beautiful boy watched. His erection became persistent and I glanced at his dick giving him a look of approved amusement. He glowed with pride and his erection vanished.
I finished the massage with very hot water, ‘More, more’ they shouted. ‘Ok, its over’ I said, sounding professional and indifferent. I had been privileged to partake in such innocent joy and latent sexuality.
For pets, I always preferred wild creatures, if damaged I enjoyed their brief stay until mended and free to return to the wild. I learned at an early age that one cannot possess living things and a more important lesson is to ‘look but not touch’ or (interfere). This lesson is fundamental and applicable in all situations. Later, I saw both boys in the street in their fashionable clothes, loud trainers and woolen hats, the center of attention for a whole crowd of girls. It is true, as Silvio said, ‘Italians and Greeks know the value of their dicks’ and from what I observed today, from an early age. I had happily partaken in something precious and not interfered.
April 8, 2009:
Yesterday a very thin outrageous Pousti with one of the ugliest girlfriends I have ever seen came for a massage. I had to be very careful because he had used a depletory cream to remove all his body hair and was rather badly burned so I fetched a body lotion, instead of shampoo. He lay on his stomach, legs apart stretching his scrawny ass and withered ass-hole; I massaged his inflamed skin with the body lotion.
Face down, there was no confusion about his desires (once again the pousti gays seem to be over sexed) His thick dick looked huge against his emaciated body. He pushed his asshole onto my hand offering his genitals to be manhandle from behind. Then he turned over and stretched his arms above his head, his mouth open inviting aggressive treatment. I covered him in vast quantities of body lotion and squeezed and stretched him until he groaned and gasped with pain. He maintained eye contact, pulling his face in pain and pleasure, even agony as I maltreated his eager burned body. He could bend his body in any direction and complied with my every demand while he took my ass or my dick in his mouth at every opportunity. His legs slipped around my body so our genitals came together and we interlocked like scissors.
Rubbing cream over his balls and anus he pushed my hand into his ass and began masturbating his thick dick which is now bending under the pressure. I stood up with his legs wrapped tightly around my body. Now standing on his shoulders his ass near my dick and wanking very hard I pushed his dick over his head and ejaculated all over his face.
Collapsing on the floor, his arms and legs outstretched like star still gasping for air he smiled. I found this thin disgusting pousti exciting and sexy. After ten minutes, he wanted to continue, but this time gently. His need for violence was spent. He became a different person, wanting to be caressed, his body inviting sensuality as he offered himself to me like a dancer and we interacted with compliance. His new erection was less demanding and he still maintained eye contact as he invited me to gently explore his now submissive body.
We talked as I caressed him, our legs entwined. He works in the tourist industry but his passion is dancing and he is married. He kept shaking his head in disbelief, saying ‘thank you.’ He gave me a ten euros’ tip and promise to return. I asked if he was active or passive, he raised his browse in a question, ‘Top or bottom?’ I asked, and smiling he gave me a look of exquisite promises, ‘both’. He smiled and left.
April 9, 2009:
I am becoming a pervert. On Sunday in the park a deaf mute probably over 60, got into conversation with me. It is strange but we discussed for more than I usually manage with the hearing and articulate. He was very curious about my dick, I conveyed it was very small probably dead and best left asleep, but he was eager to find out for himself.
He told me that he was (by sign language) of prodigious size and so thick, he indicated with his fingers as if unable to get his hand around it. To save damaging the buttons on my jeans I got my dick out and he set to work with enthusiasm, but to no avail. Being curious I indicated his dick with a questioning look. He fished out a bit of wrinkly red skin assuring me that it would grow. Checking the time, I implied shock, that it was so late and made a hasty retreat.
April 10, 2009:
Today I massaged a Greek man who looked English and a very handsome German boy who I believe could have been gay; he seemed to be watching a handsome Malayan man with a small erection. Dirty Tassos arrived in the afternoon and started to bother the Malayan who shared his disgust with me. The German boy left having accessed the situation. I removed my swimming trunks out of amusement to satisfy the Malayan’s curiosity. Every time Tassos left the main room the Malayan came to hold my dick. ‘I like European dicks, please make it big.’
Then an oversized German arrived and fulfilled the Malayan’s desire to see a European erection. Returning to me he asked, ‘please let me look at your dick’ and then spent a long time admiring and stroking, it was appreciative to the point of worship. Tassos reported us to Vangelis insisting that he send for the police, Tassos was looking extremely ill, indeed.
April 12, 2009:
Yesterday was busy, first a half Greek from Holland whose dick became very hard and so we moved into the hot room. He needed a good wash and I scrubbed him for a long time. I massaged him and then in return he massaged my hands and feet but his erection did not return. It was a relief and satisfactory all-round.
We were joined by a Greek gay who was probably a soldier who kept pulling on his small dick. Two young Greek boys in their late teens joined us in the hot room and I gave them both a general massage. The beautiful one got sexually excited and I satisfied his needs with no hint of sex because the Hamam was busy.
One by one they all departed and Vangelis brought me an American school group with their fat pink teach
er, after his massage the teacher left us alone, probably hoping his students would turn gay. I was eventually left in the hot room with two fine young American boys, a Negro and a very sexy Hispanic. The Hispanic could not leave his dick alone, ‘I think you have an issue’ said the Negro. I glanced at the Hispanic playing with his dick and the Negro caught my eye and shrugged, hiding his amusement.
I massaged the Hispanic first, he was very proud of his dick but unfortunately his circumcision was too tight. He was sensual and sexually aware taking delight in pain and pleasure. If we had alone, I am sure he would have enjoyed himself considerably. He was eager to watch me massaging his friend, so I did not prolong his massage.
The Negro’s dick was engorged all the time but did not become fully erect. The beauty and perfection of Negro’s never fails to amaze me. He was tall, very lean and broad shouldered, his legs long and his thighs deeply muscled. He enjoyed his massage but found no obvious pleasure in sensuality. The Hispanic watched with satisfaction while holding his own erection.
I deliberately asked the Negro to turn over and massaged his back and legs again in such a way that the Hispanic could enjoy the sight. As I massage the Negro’s lower back and thighs I held the Hispanic eyes to share a moment of understanding. He held my gaze, but then as if to give me an opportunity turned his back on us. Perhaps he just wanted to hold his dick, but I think he had misunderstood our shared moment. I carefully avoided the Negro’s magnificent ass and generous dick in case of misunderstandings.
April 13, 2009:
This morning I went to the hospital for my biopsy result. It is not an auto immune problem but of nervous origin. The doctor showed me a picture of a man with the same condition, apparently covered in bruises. I was right; it is a “tolerable alternative to migraine.” ‘Psychosomatic’ I volunteered, but that only seemed to confuse the Greek specialist. This is strange because medical terms have Greek origins.
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