The Hamam Diaries Continued

by Sebastian J Stone

  September 5, 2009:

  Without the Hamam my days have no purpose, so yesterday I paid to go in just to help me adjust to my new life. In reception, the Mayor has placed a woman to spy on Vangelis, she is the new receptionist. There are no towels for hire and no drinks for sale and the cabinet has been removed. The entrance was full of potential customers, but the spy has no English and inside I found one Greek boy I had massaged last week and D. Tassos looking very despondent. The boy declined a massage but ended up having to scrub Dirty Tassos and no doubt he got his dick washed.

  Afterwards I called on Christo, his pension is all wrong. It is supposed to be a Viennese tea shop and gallery with Greek overtones. Christo’s gallery for carpets and silver is full of Austrian kitsch. I have taken my carpet to Christo and it looks wonderful. He has priced it at 3800 euros because he thinks its true value is 8000. It is Kurdish, made on the Russian borders over 40, years ago and made entirely from Goat hair. His dog is using it for a bed. I forgot to mention that Christo is dying and there is a lot of interest in my carpet, so I hope he manages to hang on until he sells it. He has a few visitors, mostly young drug addicts visiting to share drugs or just conviviality.

  September 12, 2009:

  I have stopped visiting the Hamam, my skin is suffering it needs its daily steam and scrub. Dirty Tassos is very friendly with the spy and I am sure he told her all about the disgusting gays in the Hamam and especially me. My last visit proved to be disastrous. Dirty Stavros kept asking me to massage one shoulder for him. He has a problem caused by his job. The fireman is on holiday and there is a boy doing his job.

  The Hamam is hot again for the first time this year. The boy kept visiting the rooms pretending to check the taps and he washed the floor more than once. Before leaving I spent five minutes on Stavros’s shoulder. That night I got a telephone call from Vangelis, he was angry ‘Sebastian did you give a massage’--- ‘No, you told me not to’--- ‘She’s lying then.’ I had to telephone Vangelis back ‘Sorry I rubbed Stavros’s shoulder for a few minutes.’--- ‘But Seb I told you to do nothing.’--- ‘I don’t consider rubbing Stavros’s shoulder to qualify for anything’ then I recalled the new fireman and told Vangelis ‘The new fire boy kept checking the rooms all afternoon.’--- ‘And you still did a massage.’--- ‘For fucks sake Vangelis, I did it for a friend and it’s been acceptable behavior for over 3000 years.’--- ‘That’s it Seb, they know.’--- ‘Yes and I know who told them.’

  September 13, 2009:

  I am on the sandy gay beach; after passing the mixed nude beach with shaved minges lined up, they look like badly inflamed operation scares. Old people are disgusting. I heard today that people keep turning up at the Hamam and asking for a massage from the English man, so I am famous at last. I bought chocolate chip cookies for lunch and a bottle of water, the chips have melted and the water is already warm.

  Losing the Hamam from my life is a profound shock. I miss the architecture, the routine and the endless possibility of meeting people, it had become my life. I am now totally bereft. I have no home and now no purpose. In the last three years, I compensated for my life of seclusion and celibacy. It is only now that I realize my mother was the only companion I am ever likely to have. I live in exile without roots or purpose. Novak is irritating me, but I am essential to his success and I need some purpose in life.

  September 20, 2009:

  I visit the beach every day alone and the Hamam seems an alien memory. Today in the bushes I saw a young Greek actor I know; he lives in Paris and was being fucked up his ass. In the past we tried threesome’s and often played around and had some enjoyable massages, but we never made love.

  The actor didn’t look very happy. The small tree he was holding onto for support advertised their activities for the whole beach. He was bent over and a powerful man in his fifties was fucking him from, side to side, up and down, straight in and out and round and round. I gave an enquiring look but was dismissed. One Greek boy showed some interest and was beckoned to join them. The actor swallowed his dick and then proceeded to give him a vigorous blowjob while being enthusiastically shafted from behind. I found myself becoming briefly aroused and left.

  September 21, 2009:

  Keith has returned alone for two weeks of freedom. He is in love with the fireman, I am not surprise he is still impressive and must have been a magnificent when young. Vangelis tells me he had everything, long wavy hair, superb body and very handsome but like so many young men with everything, it is not enough. They seek thrills, turn to alcohol, drugs and sex or dangerous sports and that becomes their down fall. He has had alcohol problems for many years.

  On his first morning Keith hastened to the Hamam and had a shock. No sign of Vangelis, no customers and no fireman, bewildered he entered the empty baths and spent the morning alone. I find Keith amusing. He has a dry but ready wit of the outrageous camp nature of a man once a popular gay boy. He must have been handsome then, he is still looks young with a good body and fine legs. He tells me interesting stories about the gay world.

  Last year at home, Keith was alone in a restaurant when a very distinguish man in his early 50s approached him. Conversation was easy and the man asked directly, “Will you have sex with me” condoms were obtained and they went straight to a hotel. They embarked on a very unusual relationship. The man is a barrister and every time he visited the north of England they met. He is astonishing in bed, being vigorous, considerate, controlled and adventurous. Keith had at last found his perfect lover.

  The barrister wanted to establish a regular arrangement because his wife has lost interest and his 22-year-old mistress was proving to be difficult. Keith did not like the idea of competition with a mistress, no matter how difficult she might have been and he declined the offer and the relationship eventually came to an end.

  The barrister was very keen on fucking but I am curious to know why a presentable white haired man in his 60s should be preferable to a woman in the prime of her youth, but as my brother once remarked, in one of his brief moments of insight, “If a man is not crazy on pussy why should he take all the shit from a woman.” It is a fact that nothing would induce me to stick my dick in an old man.

  Keith was a very promiscuous young man who frequented the gay bars in Blackpool. One day Keith’s future partner approached him in a bar and said, “You’re coming home with me now”. He had probably had his eye on Keith for some time. Keith obliged and they are still together.

  Keith is popular with young Greek men who want relief during working hours. He gives blowjobs or offers his ass without reserve. Keith confirmed what I have often suspected, “You do know that none of these young Greeks are gay.”

  Keith told me about a recent experience that I find of interest. At home in England Keith goes to a gym where he sits in the sauna and can see the men getting showered. One very healthy, muscular boy of nineteen was obviously aware of Keith’s awareness and started touching his dick and washing his ass. After only a few moments of tentative conversation, the boy invited himself to join Keith in his car.

  Keith pleasured the boy’s dick all evening. He lost count of the repeated erections and how many times the boy came. They didn’t get around to fucking but had an easy and pleasurable time, doing everything else. Keith was curious and asked “Why me? I am over 60 you can have anybody you want, and you have a girlfriend.” The boy seemed surprised but indifferent, after a pause he replied “Ok, it’s your hair, the color, it turns me on” Keith asked “Are you gay?” and the boys reply is very significant in this era, “I don’t know or care. I wanted what we did and if you want, I will fuck you.” I sense fundamental truths in this story and any conclusions my books are solving.

  Keith wanted to fuck, but the car wasn’t suitable and booking a hotel is an expensive and an embarrassing inconvenience. The boy told Keith that he finds him sexier than his girlfriend. Keith became inundated with communications on his Facebook. The boy had mentioned him on something called, ‘Silver Surfers
.’

  Keith told me a recent story from this island. He has been deliberately calling at a fast food place, because he quite likes one of the cooks, his taste is for heavy Greek men over 35. Keith asked the cook if he would take him for a ride on his motorbike. To Keith’s surprise the answer was to the point “Ok, come at one, I will be finished by then and we can meet a friend of mine who works at the airport.”

  Keith arrived on time and the Greek told him, to keep walking, once out of sight of the fast food place he picked Keith up and they went to a secluded beach and the friend joined them on time; a tall good looking Greek in his 20s.

  They talked to one another while getting their dicks hard, ignoring Keith. It was decided that while Keith sucked the cook’s dick the young one would fuck him. The young one had a condom and made it so he could fill the end with spit then; taking a small container he sprinkled white powder into it and mixed it well then rolled it onto his dick. Both men were using poppers and they gave Keith a sniff.

  Keith filled his fingers with lubricant and bent down. The two men, still joking and talking to one another held Keith down between them and he got fucked very hard but very well, while sucking the cook’s dick. Once over very few words were exchanged, the young man left and the older one waited for Keith to get onto his bike, and brought him back.

  I think the white powder must have been cocaine. If it had the same effect on a dick as on the brain the young man would be the sexual equivalent of a genius or in South America where distance was measured by the number of coke leaves consumed on a journey, a long-distance fucker.

  During Keith’s last visit he told me of a story from the park. He was approach by a very hairy Greek with these words ‘I am not a gay man, I want to fuck you, my girlfriend is not interested.’ They went to Keith’s hotel and Keith got a very vigorous but considerate fucking from a very nice but hairy low grade Greek. I am continually hearing that a gay is less trouble than a woman.

  I have already mentioned an Albanian rent boy over forty who I once met in the park. He fucked Keith free of charge. Keith tells me that he is good because he takes his time and keeps stopping for a smoke, then carries on. He is good at unusual positions and he also does a very efficient and effective job with his normal sized dick. In Keith’s ass that must be quite an achievement because his farts wander out unchecked. He has promised to bring me a device that guarantees orgasms from the ass and a bottle of silicon based ‘lube’.

  I have spoken briefly with Vangelis; he tells me that he has talked with his boss and there are no problems with the massaging and the girl will not be staying. Yesterday on the beach I saw one very nice Greek teenage boy organizing three middle aged men to suck his dick, lick his ass and probably fuck him.

  I spent some time talking to Angelina. I told her about the, Brad Pit look alike who wanted to kill me and she agrees with Vangelis, that it was entirely my fault. She said, “Some men cannot help themselves, and they get so excited they cannot avoid having an orgasm and, they can’t say no”. If this is the case I can’t see why I was responsible.

  One man I know from the Hamam who is knowledgeable in all matters concerning sex confirmed my opinion that orgasms take place in the brain. He explained that we have little control regarding what we find exciting to the point of orgasm. Some people go to extreme lengths in the pursuit of their own personal trigger that initiate the complex processes resulting in erection, arousal and climax. So, that Brad Pit look alike has a few problems, perhaps he should research ‘Silver surfers.’ I must admit that I don’t actually know what turns me on, but I suspect that it’s post-adolescent boys, but full sexual maturity is essential.

  September 28, 2009:

  September is the most perfect month. I spend every day writing my diary, my thoughts and compiling the book from previous notebooks. I sit under the trees above the rocky gay beach. Today was interesting, I noticed a very slim and handsome Greek who kept returning on his motorbike and seemed to be hanging around, out of curiosity. He did not visit the secluded bushes looking for sex. He was in the middle of an open clearing and he kept looking in my direction. He removed his T-shirt and sitting astride his bike, legs straight, he looked like a Greek God.

  I moved closer to ascertain the situation; he put his T-shirt back on and then let his hand fall onto his bulging crotch. I wandered still closer and he held his dick, leaning back as if inviting me to touch it. I placed my hand over his very generous bulge, it was soft but a good handful and he smiled. There was no hint of an erection so I slipped my hand behind his elastic waist band and he pushed his shorts down. The sight that presented itself was very generous and pleasing.

  He placed his hand behind my head very gently indicating that I taste his dick. I found the invitation more than acceptable, he smelt wonderful and tasted clean. His dick responded and proved to be a typically thick chunky Greek example. He seemed to be more curious than in need of sex, so I held his dick and with my arm around his neck and I recognized friendship and curiosity, not need.

  He looked at peace, both happy and amused. ‘It’s my first time, what happens?’

  ‘Whatever, or nothing or what do you feel like?’ I caressed his dick and thighs, examined his balls and held his dick. I told him, ‘You are beautifully put together’

  ‘My legs are too thin.’

  ‘No they are not, they are perfect because they are longer.

  He got off his motorbike, and in full view he pushed his shorts down. His dick now presented in all its glory looked, thick and impressive. With the slightest gesture of his hips he invited me to suck him. I knelt in front of him and holding his ass, that was perfect, I pleasured his dick with my lips, mouth and tongue. It was the feel of his small round firm ass that gave me the most pleasure and I realized that he was suddenly without the process of arousal, very close to orgasm. The base of his dick was now rigid and very thick and the glans swollen and filling my mouth.

  I managed to stop his climax by putting my thumb over the end and standing; I turned him round, pushed him over his bike and holding him by his loins I gripping his dick and pulled him back hard into my groin. Bending double, he had a sudden and violent orgasm. I pulled his body vertical against my chest and sank my teeth gently into his neck as I masturbated him gently all over his motor bike. I felt his orgasm subsiding and he seemed happy to remain in my embrace. A wonderful moment passed and I asked, ‘Can we meet again, can you give me your telephone number.’

  Recovering from his experience and in a responsible voice he said, ‘I can’t, I’m married, but where do you live?’

  I told him where I live and asked, if he would ever return. He answered, ‘I don’t know, like I said, it’s my first time.’

  ‘I want to see you again, with you it was different. I have never felt like this with a stranger, so please come back.’ He did not reply but reluctantly started his bike and one very beautiful Greek departed from my life without looking back. Before he left we stood transfixed for a moment and words were unnecessary. I didn’t move for a long time holding his memory, watching the empty road.

  September 29, 2009:

  I have discovered a rocky over hang, hidden behind bushes where it is possible to get a fuck. I was wondering in that area when a slightly overweight middle age Greek saw me and with a movement of his head vanished into the bushes. I followed out of curiosity and found him naked in a secluded space under rocks, surrounded by tissues and used condoms. His dick was erect and he stood legs apart looking directly into my eyes, it was seventeen centimeters and thick. He acknowledged my approval and indicated that I should join him.

  He is probably 45, still in proportion and generally a wholesome sight. I joined him and placed my hand over his dick to check its quality. ‘Plastic’ he demanded, and I handed him a condom. In one simple movement, he rolled the condom down, and turned me round as my shorts fell around my ankles. Without preliminaries, he bent me over and holding me by the hips while lowering me to the right height he sta
rted fucking with amazing ease and efficiency.

  Fortunately, there was a small tree for support because lowering myself to the correct height for a short legged Greek required strength and I needed assistance with balance because of my shorts. After a brief time, grunting like a pig he increased speed, and orgasmed. I have never known such easy fucking. He cast the condom into the bushes and immediately started talking. It was an easy, friendly conversation as if we were friends and had just met by chance. He is married and in the hotel business, spending the whole day patrolling the gay sites and he swaggered off, saying ‘See you.’ I watched his fat ass vanish into the bushes. It had been vaguely amusing, but satisfying in its crude simplicity.

  September 30, 2009:

  Today I was wandering on top of the cliffs when I saw a handsome blond boy across a wide-open space. I think I had already seen him from his car parked behind bushes. He seemed to be aware of me as he crossed the space towards an area with tall grasses and bushes. He has changed but I recognized him.

  He is German but his family is resident in Greece. Five years ago, I was waiting at the bus stop when a boy, who looked 14, but had to be 17, called to me from his car. I walked across and he asked ‘Pe Pe’ which means blowjob and I indicated my desire to check his dick first but he said ‘follow’ and drove off.

  I had just arrived in Greece and was weak after a winter in England and exhausted from the journey. He drove a hundred meters up the road, parked and then started to hike up the mountain side. His young ass gave me the incentive to follow.

  He came to a rocky shelf and I sat on a rock behind him as he dropped his trousers and started to wank. Then he bent his knees and as if sitting on a dick or on a pogo stick, he orgasmed. I ran my hands down his very beautiful thighs and caressed his ass with my cheeks while feeling for his dick. It was so thick that I could only just get my hand around it and he pushed me away saying ‘No’. So, I turned him round and he allowed me to briefly marvel at his magnificent erection, rising from his very young groin and narrow hips. His dick was a disturbingly beautiful sight as he pulled his shorts up and left.