Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 16:42:38 -0800 (PST) From: Secret River Subject: Beirut-my-adventure: The Start - Chapter 1 Beirut - my adventure ------------------------------------------------ WARNING This story involves Adult/child incest relationship. If you are not 18 years of age or are offended by this type of story, please do not read. Any comments or encouragement to continue please write to me at secret_rivers@yahoo.com . ------------------------------------------------- The story is not totally true, it has some real characters. Most names have been changed. The Start - Chapter 1 ------------------------------------------------- Beirut summer 1989, During the Lebanese war in a very Islamic conservative neighborhood south of Beirut. It was night, dark, hot, and sweaty. Dusty, silent and scary. But I was enjoying Beirut's night.. Marvelous evening at my balcony that overlook a very quiet and small, dark and but old road street in one of the most radical and conservative areas in the Islamic area south of Beirut. Beirut was at that time in the middle of a very destructive war. I was always attracted by Beirut and it lively cheerful life and its extremely nice, friendly and HANDSOME men. I was sitting in my balcony typing on my laptop and I was sure that I was the only one who even touched computer on that street.. Beirut is very wealthy city. But that street is quite exceptional because it is part of the refugee camps that surround south of Beirut. But I was maybe also the only foreigner that had the courage to live on that street, even local Lebanese were afraid to accompany me to enter that area. I was not afraid because I know that the Lebanese are exceptionally friendly people even the most radical ones, but I have to admit that there is lot of circumstances that helped me to stay there, one of them was that I lied that I am Muslim, and I also have pretty tanned skin that it does not classify my as totally 'outsider'. I had very good experience in dealing with similar culture and especially the Lebanese culture. I have lived for while north of Beirut in the Christian area, even it is totally different that that neighborhood because north of Beirut is close to be like Paris than be a scary street, with it is extremely educated and wealthy and fashionable (and also sooo handsome people) Let tell you about my current neighbors. This small street is inhabited with very little Islamic refugees, some of them came from Palestine and others from the Bekaa valley in Lebanon. Not many people lived there, it was like ghost area, and this is why it was very scary. Most of the families share houses with other families and sometimes they even share the room. They move from building to building once the previous one fall down. But it is not the same situation in my house where I stay. I have two large rooms; very bad conditions but at least I have space.. I have balcony, which is also a luxury addition for buildings in that area. My building is not much crowded due that it is owned and inhabited by the most respectable family in that street, the family of Abu Ahmad, the highest religious personality in the street. He and his sons occupy the whole building (except my two rooms). I only have to share the bath with his youngest son Ali and his family.. I have been in this house for 6 months. And my life has changed dramatically in this building. Here where I discovered another hidden side from Beirut's culture and society other then the wealthy and fashionable one which are often exclusive for Christians. I discovered the extremely weird but interesting and extremely hot, family sexual life.. Let me start by telling you about the man and his family (the owner's youngest son) that I have shared with them the bathroom.. I have met him three days after my arrival.. He helped me (not free) in settling down and moving some of my stuff that I will need in my work in that area (out of subject!).. So, we got to know very well each other (our names and what he looks like). He is a really fit handsome dark skinned guy. 180cm, light beard, dark short hair and always smiley.. Dark eyes.. And hyperactive.. He taught me how I will manage to get my things in that street. He showed me the best places to shop, to eat and even to pray (which I learned when I was there but I succeeded to manage it) He has three wives (YES 3!) but only two sons and one daughter. His first wife is actually his aunt, a fat old lady 20 year older then him, she was his first wife but he had no kids from her. The second one is a cousin also, around his age, fit and really sexy and has lesbian look, she is the mother of his two sons. The third is a 14 years girl, he married her one year ago and he has daughter from her.. His two sons are 13 and 14 years old.. Very cute little guys.. Hyperactive with fit body, copy of their father.. You directly see that his father is not at all a typical resident of that street. He is always smiley, which is not something common in that area. He is very friendly, also is not easy to be friendly there. He has very weak shy personality, which also it is not something common because that society is a man society. Extremely man domination. No presence for women.. But as I said, he is not like that. And this what I discovered later.. Two weeks from my arrival. It was quiet night.. I laid down on my chair on the balcony. and then Ali joined me.. I offered him some of wine which he refused at the beginning and then I convinced him to drink alcohol which is forbidden in his religion and his society. And we went on and on. I was first a good speaker.and then I went to be a perfect listener. and suddenly he started crying. and it seems that the wine took its effect and helped Ali speaking out his hidden. He went on and on... and he told me about his youth.. Childhood. He was so sensitive in what he spoke. And I felt that he was also very careful and he is hiding something very important from me. I couldn't guess what was it. I was sure that it is something very important for him and then I started to guess that he is something related about his sexual life because he started to mention something about his wives and how much they were in need of sexual needs that he was not able to offer.. It was something weird for man to talk like that in such culture. So I went on, I asked him why? Is he having problem in getting hard? I didn't want to ask if he is gay because it is unspeakable issue in that part of the world... He didn't give answer. Then and actually after long moment of silence, he told me that he don't like his two older wives. He is only attracted to the young one. I asked him: " no problem, that is normal, she is pretty, young and attractive. So for sure you will be attractive to her and you will forget others. It is maybe something unusual her, but it is something normal in the western work where there is only one girl beside you" He said: "No, because here is the problem. I Am not able to reach her. She is a property for my father. I married her but my father is the one who is taking care of her sexually. I am not allowed to even touch her. I am only allowed to have children from her but after my father permission." I said: " Oh, I don't understand such things. Please explain. You are her husband, so why your father is sleeping with he?" He answered: "You have to understand that the older man in the house is the man who have the full authority on you, your family and everything around you. He can't have what ever he wants. We should listen and follow his rules. And to tell you more, I had also sexual affair with him. He sometimes feels horny about guys. So he asks me to serve him and you know then what will happen. So, it is my duty and I have to do it. I don't see that it is something wrong. Maybe it is wrong for you, but not for me. I don't think about it that I like it or not. I think about it as duty only." I was chocked, but also he convinced me . I couldn't comment on what he has said. He went on by telling me what usually happen to him: "I was 5 years old when my father got into my bed and asked me to play with his dick. I hardly remember what happened, but I know that it had been few months after the death of my mother and I was the youngest one and we had no sisters at that time because all of them got married before. So I kept playing with his dick regularly. He taught me how to jerk him off. How to make him enjoy it. And later how to suck it. He taught me how I should suck it and what should I do." He explained everything in details. He showed me everything with a regular voice and no embarrassment. He pictured the photo n details with his fingers. I was really amazed on how he accepts what is happening. So I didn't comment. I haven't said anything about my fantasy to older men. But I really thought about his story, real or not, as very hot story. Then he stood up, and he was ready to leave. I noticed something. He had a hard on and he was also sweating. I dint understand it, but I was sure that what he has told was something he likes. 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