The Hamam Diaries Continued

by Sebastian J Stone

  This morning I saw an old man, very thin and frail he looked 90. He was in the large cool room and seemed to be disorientated, so I pointed to the door to the main room. His reaction was quite a surprise, he looked panic stricken and said ‘don’t talk to me I am not gay’ I replied with sarcasm ‘That is a relief, but you are fucking rude.’

  Much later I was talking with Vangelis in reception when the old man was leaving. In a teacher’s voice for carrying I said, ‘That old fart thought I was after his arse.’ Vangelis told me, he’s a local and a regular, but I don’t recall having seen him before.

  August 26, 2009:

  An interesting day, first a very nice Greek boy who was probably gay but showed no interest, we both enjoyed an excellent massage. Then two Americans booked massages and I got the handsome sexy one. I had to move his big floppy dick out of the way more than once and he apologized saying, ‘Sorry it’s always getting in the way’ and it promptly transformed into an impressive erection. After a prolonged and enjoyable massage the hot room suddenly emptied, so we occupied it

  Rubber dick kept hovering as I started a second massage. His dick was very responsive for a man over 40, and I used all the techniques I have learned. Using fingertips only or two fingers each side of the base of his shaft with my palm stimulating his glance plus a whole variety of masturbation techniques. I raised him to a high level of sensitivity and pleasure.

  Rubber dick kept joining us behind his impressive erection. On one occasion, he stuck his dick in my mouth, I thought it might amuse my American but rubber dick got carried away and tried fucking motions and chocked me. I glanced at my American and with the slightest gesture he indicated that he was not interested in group activities. Rubber duck is unusually sensitive to these situations and left promptly.

  I felt that my American friend was satisfied and further sexual arousal unnecessary. It only took one glance from me and he nodded his satisfaction. Then two fine European gays arrived and I left the hot room, indicating that it offered a degree of seclusion. Rubber dick made several visits but did not stay.

  Out of curiosity I returned and found the two gays sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, legs wide and out stretched, dicks erect. My American friend was sitting opposite playing with his dick. Compared to the European dicks, his dick now looked quite small. I was curious about the Europeans so I joined my American and soaped his dick with an immediate firm response. To amuse the visitors, my American leaned back and stretched his legs out. I did everything imaginable to his very stiff dick and he whispered, ‘I love you.’ The Europeans kept their dicks covered, so I whispered to my friend ‘Play with them’ and left.

  Then Vangelis brought me a nervous unattractive Canadian. He was not very happy, the Hamam did not impress him, authenticity and age bothers some people, perhaps he found it disturbing. He probably expected a pool and a sauna. The massage also bothered him, so I concentrated on his head, neck, shoulders, hands and feet. This seemed to help a bit and he began to relax but his anxiety remained.

  I massaged his torso and he moved his knees apart allowing me access to his inner thighs. He got an erection and started elevating his groin as if he wanted me to touch his dick. I pretended not to notice his inopportune arousal by concentrating on stretching his arms and legs. I asked, ‘How are you feeling’ and he replied, ‘I feel much better now’ I rinsed him down with some relief and ended the massage.

  I went to rest on my sunbed in the Frigidarium (cold room). I heard raised voices and went to check. The Canadian had turned peevish and was demanding his money back. He complained with good reason that the Hamam was not hot enough, is dirty and the water only warm and in addition he complained about the massage.

  His girlfriend, who had good cause to complain because the women’s section is poor, tried to calm him. He said ‘Frankly I am pissed off’ and Vangelis threaten to hit him. Perhaps if he had been given to dirty Tassos he would have had cause to complain, or got his dick washed and probably been happy. I gather he had been to the baths in Turkey perhaps being man handled by a big powerful Turk could have satisfied him. His own brief arousal was probably the problem.

  This afternoon a huge fat man came for a massage. His entourage of women, all over weight also booked massages. I cannot get over the sight of him covered in soap, sliding all over the floor and smiling up at me with the angelic smile of a fat baby. I cannot rid myself of his horrific loathsomeness, his size and his skin like tree bark on all surfaces that rubbed together. Around his dick he was dark red or brown and his dick and balls were bright blue. He continued smiling on his back with his arms out stretch and his knees bent and wide apart throughout the massage. I don’t suppose he’s seen his blue dick for years.

  Massaging him was the most horrific experience of my life. The smile of being adored never left his round pink face. He came to the restaurant this evening and stood around as if waiting to be fussed, petted and kissed, and he was.

  Last week ‘Ass breaker’ sent me a sms from Athens airport. He wanted to stay with me that night. I guessed it might be him but I had lost his number and replied “Ok, no problem, who are you?” he replied, “The doctor, c. u. bus station 21.00 hrs.” I replied, “Selling CDs entrance to old town.” Since he had to pass by it seemed only logical and economical to continue selling CDs for Novak and he couldn’t miss me as he passed.

  At 22:00 hrs. I sent a massage “Where are you?” He didn’t read my sms or failed to understand it. He waited half an hour and a tout for a pension (he knew from the beach) took him home. It cost him 30 euros and he had to fuck the tout and the tout’s friend. They must have walked past me but I failed to recognize him dressed. I was engaged in conversation with a beautiful Korean girl who is in love with Novak. I had mixed feelings, probably relief but now I will never know if the doctor can make love, or only fuck.

  There was one Greek boy from the Islands who spent every day in the Hamam. He was on holiday, a typical good looking Greek, being sturdy and pleasant, not very bright, but he liked sex. We often played a bit, but we never made love. Ass breaker came most days. I was still commissioned to telephone him if any old man arrived who might pay for sex. Ass breaker fucked the Greek boy and I was invited into the hot room with a gesture. We were not alone, but an audience seems to be essential or of little consequence, for these assignations.

  The boy was already bent over, his head on his forearm braced against the wall. I stood beside him and he put his arm around me holding me close. I reached forwards and lubricated his ass then held his cheeks apart. Ass breaker was wanking to get his dick hard and I felt the boy begin to tremble. Ass breaker using two fingers checked the boy asshole and they both bent their knees. Ass breaker gripped the boy’s hips lining his dick up for a direct assault. He rammed his dick into the boy’s ass with all his strength and the boys arm around my waist tightened so much it almost hurt.

  The boy angled his ass and pushed against the doctor. I felt for the boy’s dick, it was soft and wet at the end. The boy moved my hand and wanked himself. Ass breaker fucks like a baboon. The boy showed little reaction to ass breakers violence while I held his cheeks wide. Ass breakers feet were slipping on the soapy floor and had to grip the boy to keep his balance.

  The violence of Ass breaker fucking was unrelenting until he finished. He dropped the still clean condom in the bin and left. The boy did not move, I felt at his asshole and it was tight again. I caressed his long tapering back and felt his round firm ass. He stood up and holding my eyes shaking one hand, made a gesture of satisfaction, he kissed me and returned to the Frigidarium.

  August 27, 2009:

  Vangelis is in trouble because the Mayor now knows that massaging is taking place in the Hamam but we are very lucky because it has nothing to do with dirty Tassos or Vangelis’s abusive behavior. We understand that an American woman from a cruise ship came to the Hamam and booked a massage. She didn’t have time to wait and complained that the Hamam was not clean enough and she also asked
for her money back. I know that Vangelis would be reluctant and even offensive about returning her money. For reasons that I fail to comprehend, the American woman related this trivial information to the Mayor. The mayor didn’t even know that the Hamam existed.

  The Mayor made inquiries and was suspicious of the possibility of what is called, ‘Black money.’ Since the whole country runs on systems of ‘black money’ bribes and favors, especially all authorities, his suspicions are only to be expected. Vangelis is planning to cut his boss in on the ‘black money’ as this is how it works. We have told dirty Tassos that there have been complaints about him but the accusations had no effect whatsoever.

  August 28, 2009:

  After closing time, Vangelis handed me the Hamam key with a smile. He was leaving with dirty Tassos who looked so ill I hoped he might have a nervous breakdown and die. Inside I found the reason for Vangelis’s amusement and Tassos’s anguish. A young man probably 22 stood smiling at me. He had the same voluptuous muscularity as Henry but less masculine. I thought, he said he was French but he said ‘Athens’ with a lisp. I took him to be French Vietnamese, from his unusual and very beautiful face.

  He is Greek with large pale almond eyes, a wide face, high cheek bones and full lips with wonderful teeth, his eye brows are plucked to accentuate his eastern look. He told me that he is an Art Critic in Athens. I only glanced at his tight shiny Lycra pea green shorts and, looking directly into my eyes, he eased them down his body and they fell to his feet.

  We went to the main heated room and he stretched out on the warm floor without being asked. His whole body is shaved. I marveled at the exaggerated curves of his back, ass and thighs. His waist and hips are unusually narrow, his ass full and round but small. We had an empty Hamam and the whole evening. I removed my cotton trunks; they are necessary but always soggy. I explored his form, his resilient muscle and smooth skin as he presented every part of his body for our shared pleasure.

  He maintained eye contact or closed his eyes, letting his lips part and sighing he gave me complete freedom. His dick was always erect, not big but perfect. When he lay on his stomach he spread his legs wide for me. His anus had taken so many dicks that it was puckered like a ‘Dorothy Bag.’ We coordinated like dancers and he happily laid his legs over or around my body. I kissed his ass and dick from every conceivable angle and position marveling at the beauty of his form. I kept returning to his neck, shoulders, back and waist, each time causing us renewed pleasure and delight.

  Then returning to his ass and genitals I rinsed him and attacked them hungrily, like a man starved of food. We continued in this manner until I felt his growing need for sexual pleasure. Taking his balls in my mouth I applied a soapy hand to his dick and masturbated him while inserting well lubricated fingers into his ass. He squirmed with pleasure and then relaxed as he surrendered himself totally to my ministrations. He became heavy and I sensed in him a deep trust with high levels of sensitivity. Gradually raising his excitement, I felt tremors and spasms pass through his body as he willed me to stretch his anus and arousal to unprecedented limits.

  This phase passed and he found a new peace, his legs relaxed while still encircling my body. We remained entwined for long time as I caressed him and his dick shrank to normal while holding my eyes he smiled gently.

  I rested my hand close to his dick and his erection slowly returned. I continued caressing him, enjoying his form and texture as he watched me through half closed eyes. I observed his renewed growing arousal but did nothing to assist, I have learned to not instigate sexual arousal but to let it progress as need and hormones dictate.

  I was kneeling between his legs and he placed his left leg over my shoulder letting his right leg relax over my thighs. I touched his groin and he lifted his ass, I pulled him forwards onto my thighs and his ass now close to my dick excited him. I applied fresh shampoo to his dick, balls and ass and with my fingertips I caressed his resilient anus. This made him smile, so like a doctor I made a detail examination of his balls and anus checking his prostate. I inserted my thumb and slowly stretched his sphincter to its limits, and then with my fingers I explored the space behind his coccyx. I ran my fingers around his anus stretching his sphincter exploring the bony structure of his ass and caressing his urethra.

  Closing my eyes, I tuned into his nervous system, we were both exploring new territory. He moved his right leg a fraction offering me free access to his dick. Only very young dicks respond so readily to stimulation, raising pleasure to the point of pain. His prostate changed shape to small and round and hard, every caress I made with fingertips on his penis had its corresponding spasms and quivers in his anus.

  Our well soaped bodies were closely entwined and I began to sense in him a new plane of sexual awareness and the growing need for orgasm. His anus was fluttering like a candle as I stimulated his glans and anus alternately. I continued delaying his orgasm while raising his sensitivity. His dick was now like a steel rod with a high voltage charge and he was urging me to stretch his ass to its limits.

  I inserted four fingers pressing my bent knuckles against his prostate. He pushed hard against my hand as I began to masturbate his dick using forefinger and thumb only, from base to tip at a very measured pace using the lightest possible pressure to heighten his sensitivity to record levels.

  He raised his ass so I could take his balls in my mouth, they were tight against his shaft and his orgasm exploded coursing through his body from his ass like a whirlwind taking everything in its path. He collapsed, his legs stretched wide, his arms above his head as repeated spasms continued to wrack his exhausted body. He indicated I remove my fingers and his eyes closed but the occasional tremor still shook him.

  His erection remained, so I took his dick and balls in my hands and held them until the block released and his dick returned to normal. It showed no trace of the ordeal of the last hour. I poured hot water over his body as he continued holding my eyes.

  On the way-out we met the fireman face to face but nothing was said. In the changing room the boy pulled his Lycra pants on and his dick began to swell. Taking his dick in his fist he smiled and said ‘thank you that was really something.’ His dick might be ready but we were not, once dressed, all familiarity vanished and he left me at the door.

  Around mid-night I was with Novak selling his CDs when the boy walked passed with five girls. Being the center of attention he was all swagger and smiles. The girls were stunning in high heels, legs slim as reeds, and dressed in expensive fashion to please, not attract.

  Five girls not looking for a dick and a boy not interested in pussy is a refreshing sight. He was obviously their pet, their perfect companion and escort. In return he treated them with love and disdain. In Paris or New York such girls with a beautiful man are a common sight, but in this old but now flashy town, full of the young vulgar, sun and fun crowd, they looked urbane and alien. They had to be models or call girls. He looked much smaller dressed, they towered above him.

  September 2, 2009:

  No work for me today, Vangelis’s scam is over. I don’t suppose slamming the Mayor’s door would have helped. I am sure that a degree of intelligence and denial would have worked because massaging in the Hamam is a tradition, unchanged since the Roman Empire and no doubt ancient Greece.

  Vangelis’s excuses, explanations and anger all prove guilt and wrong doing. Vangelis was waiting for me outside the Hamam. He turned me round physically with the words ‘don’t come back, I will contact you’ and I left. Without Vangelis in reception selling the tickets, the Hamam will be empty and the growing economic crisis will close it forever. If he had always called the massage ‘a scrub’ and insisted to the Mayor that there is no charge only the choice of a tip, the whole disaster would have been averted and he could have blamed Dirty Tassos for any complaints and with good reason.

  This being Greece I suspect corruption at high levels, some body has plans to turn the Hamam into yet another night club and the destruction of this historic City
will be final and irreversible.

  Claire is unhinged because she is fixated on Luke. He is unnaturally jealous and abusive and she is violent, so I decided to tell her the truth. They are both trapped in an abusive relationship and have nothing in common. Sometime ago Pauline told me that when Luke first became involved with Claire she had asked him directly” How can you put up with her?” and he replied, “Her family has money and we could all benefit one day” Claire’s parents have always tried to limit her independence where money is concerned, because they know that for a dick she could lose everything.

  Confronting Claire I said, ‘I will tell you something but I will not say where it came from and, if asked, I will deny it’. I let Claire prepare herself for my speech and then continued. ‘Your parents are convinced that you could lose everything for a man and I agree with them. One friend, I won’t say who, once asked Luke, How can you put up with her, and Luke replied, “She has money and one day we could all benefit.”

  There are several possible responses to this, and I am not sure which one I had expected, but Claire never fails to surprise me. What Claire said after laughing was ‘And which so called friend stabbed me in the back?’ She then accused me of keeping information from her and continued ‘I suppose it was Pauline and anyway, Luke does not know what he’s saying half the time, especially after a drink.’

  Claire has sold her London flat and is trying to buy a property here for the sole purpose of imprisoning Luke, an obvious fact that she denies even to herself. She claims that she only wants to find work for Luke him and she intends to confront Pauline. I will deny everything but inform Pauline first.